Chapter 426: Crab Feast at Zixiao Palace

Just when Li Changgeng was begging for mercy.

The ten Yama Lords of the underworld came out together to greet them.

They saw Yang Jian holding Taibai Star Lord in his hand, and they all stood there in a daze. Seeing Taibai Star Lord in such an embarrassed state, they wished they had not come at all. As close ministers of the Emperor of Heaven, if he held a grudge against them, they would be in trouble.

Li Changgeng realized that he was extremely embarrassed now. Not to mention that he had lost all dignity, Yang Jian’s attitude did not seem to be just for show. If he did not confess, his life would be in danger.

He quickly transmitted his message: “I confess! It was the Emperor of Heaven who told me to say this.”

Yang Jian loosened his hands, and his figure disappeared. He had already left the underworld and went straight up to the sky.

Li Changgeng immediately sat down on the ground, rubbed his chin which seemed to no longer belong to him, and made sure that his beard was still there before he prepared to stand up.

The King of Hell hurried over to help.

“Xingjun, we didn’t mean to see it~”

King Qin Guang spoke cautiously.

Li Changgeng’s eyes widened suddenly and he glared back at him to finish the rest of his words.

“It’s okay. I have a good temper. Just relax. As long as I don’t hear about this from other Taoist friends, everything will be fine. I won’t blame you.”

All the Yamas nodded in agreement and then prepared to hold a banquet to entertain them.

Li Changgeng shook his head: “Let’s go, I have something important to do, I will meet you fellow Taoists another day.”

After the group of Yamas left tactfully.

He looked in the direction where Yang Jian left and sighed, “Why bother coming here~”

I don’t know whether I was sighing for the unprovoked disaster I had suffered, or for some other reason.

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Yang Jian did not go to Lingxiao Palace to question Haotian.

Haotian risked offending all the saints and specially awakened Yang Jian. He had already done his utmost.

What would happen if he went to look for Haotian? It would only add to his troubles.

For a moment, Yang Jian felt that the world was so vast and he had nowhere to go, so he flew away into the wilderness at will.

His efforts to reach the level of a saint seemed ridiculous at this moment.

If he cannot kill the three corpses, he will not be able to achieve the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, and it will be a fantasy for him to even have a glimpse of the sainthood.

If he wants to kill the Three Corpses, he must give up the List of Conferred Gods. Without the hundreds of great ways contained in the List of Conferred Gods, even if he achieves the Dao Fruit of Hunyuan, he is just a pawn in the hands of the saints.

If you want to be promoted from a chess piece to a chess player, other saints who are chess players will certainly not agree.

Just when Yang Jian was stunned, a series of bell sounds suddenly rang in his ears, and the heavy Taoist rhyme woke him up.

Before my eyes was a vast expanse of purple smoke, which dissipated to reveal a palace behind it.

“Zixiao Palace!”

Yang Jian’s pupils shrank.

Suddenly realized something.

He and the Three Saints had not reached the point of falling out, and their relationship was still very close. The Three Saints had not made it clear that they wanted to control him, so it was too early for Haotian to remind him.

In addition, Haotian’s Heavenly Palace relied on Hongjun Daozu to stand in the prehistoric world. Haotian just wanted to stop Hongjun from merging with the Dao, but he didn’t want to see Hongjun being suppressed by the saints.

If Hongjun fails in the battle of Dao, Heaven will certainly lose its greatest support. At that time, the saints will not be able to tolerate Heaven to rule the world on their behalf.

In this way, it is better to say that Hongjun wanted to alienate Yang Jian from the saints rather than Haotian awakening him. Just as Yang Jian was thinking, the gate of Zixiao Palace opened automatically, and a voice came out: “Young friend Yang Jian, it’s been a long time since we last met, come in quickly~”

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and then stepped in.

He has the Tai Chi diagram to protect him. No one can control his will, and no one can predict his whereabouts.

He came to Zixiao Palace not because Hongjun secretly manipulated him, but because he came here subconsciously.

Just as Yang Jian had seen before, Hongjun was still making tea.

Hongjun sat beside the tea table, on which the clay stove was steaming and bubbling.

There were two large blue and white plates in front of him, each with a bright red crab on it.

The green porcelain plate and the red crab are bright and colorful, which makes people’s appetite whetted, and even Yang Jian is no exception.

Yang Jian took his seat without saying a word, watching Hongjun busying himself with the tea leaves.

When Hongjun filled the teacup, Yang Jian suddenly asked, “The Taoist said before that whenever a great catastrophe is approaching, it is time to drink tea. Now it has only been a thousand years since the last great catastrophe, and the Taoist wants to give tea again. Could it be that the killing catastrophe is coming again?”

“good.”

Hongjun nodded in acknowledgment, then changed the subject: “But~this time it’s a little different.”

“Appreciate further details.”

“This catastrophe has little to do with sentient beings.”

Yang Jian’s pupils shrank, and he had some guesses in his mind, but he still asked knowingly, “I don’t understand.”

Hongjun pointed at Yang Jian, then at himself: “This killing calamity is between you and me.”

Yang Jian laughed in silence: “How can I be compared with Daozu?”

Hongjun nodded: “Originally it is impossible, after all, you are still far from me, but if I say you can do it, then you can do it.”

“Yang Jian doesn’t understand.”

“You want to go further, but the other Taoist friends will not allow you to be on an equal footing with them. This prehistoric world is huge, but for a saint, it is very small. If you come in, the other Taoist friends will not be able to move freely.”

As Hongjun was speaking, he suddenly shook his head and laughed, “I am acting like a teacher again. You clearly understand, but you are still pretending to be stupid in front of me.”

Hongjun pointed at the red crab on the blue and white porcelain plate and said, “These two guys are Jie Yin and Zhunti. I used my magical powers to turn them back into these two fools. If you can eat one of them, you can inherit the Hongmeng purple energy from it. You don’t need to kill all the three corpses to ascend to the sainthood.”

Yang Jian’s pupils trembled, and he looked at the delicacies on the plate in surprise. He could not imagine that the Two Saints of the West, as saints, were made into two dishes by Hongjun and placed on the table.

Hongjun seemed to see Yang Jian’s surprise, so he explained, “These two guys were originally used by me to check and balance the other Taoist friends. Now that they are useless, there is no need to waste them. It is better to use them to help you.”

“It is indeed a delicacy. I am really enjoying the feast for my eyes.”

Yang Jian exclaimed in admiration.

“Please use it.”

Hongjun smiled and motioned for Yang Jian to do as he pleased.

Yang Jian did not refuse. He pulled over the huge blue and white porcelain plate in front of him and looked at the bright red crab on it. The crab was perched on the plate, and although it gave off an enticing smell of cookedness, it still looked like a living thing, as if it would stand up in the next moment.

This blue and white porcelain plate is also extremely extraordinary. Although it is only ten feet square, it is blessed with the magical power of a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru. If the porcelain plate is broken, the crab will instantly become as big as a towering crab.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand, and as soon as it entered the range of the porcelain plate, his palm seemed to disappear. As Yang Jian activated his magic power and cast the power of heaven and earth on the arm that entered the porcelain plate, his arm finally emerged from the porcelain plate.

He reached out and grabbed the crab’s large claws, trying to twist them off.

(End of this chapter)