[Chapter 279: Paying Homage to the Grandmaster]
“Well, there are three recipes in total. The other two recipes are “Jinglong Pill” and “Tempering Pill.” Yang Yiyu said. He was surprised that Baishan actually used honorifics in his words.
“So, you are the descendant of some senior Sikong, right?” Baishan asked again.
“Uh~ I guess so!” Yang Yiyu thought about it. He inherited Sikong Yuan’s recipe, and more importantly, he also practiced Sikong Yuan’s spiritual cultivation method “Yuan Shenjing”, so he can be considered his descendant.
After getting Yang Yiyu’s answer, everyone saw that Baishan’s whole body trembled, and his face flushed.
Then he stepped back, knelt down suddenly in front of Yang Yiyu, and said loudly: “Wudang’s twelfth generation disciple Baishan bows to the Grandmaster.”
At this moment, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Especially Yuan Chenzi’s eyes widened. He never thought that Baishan, a second-level innate strongman, would bow to Yang Yiyu, a little thief.
More importantly, Baishan actually called Yang Yiyu the Grandmaster?
What’s going on?
Not only Yuan Chenzi was stunned, but everyone present was stunned.
Including Yang Yiyu, who looked at Baishan in astonishment.
However, the next moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Yang Yiyu’s mind.
He suddenly remembered that according to the information left by Sikong Yuan, he stayed in Jiuzhou for hundreds of years. How could he not leave a legacy in Jiuzhou?
And the Wudang’s Xiao Peiyuan Pill and the Peiyuan Pill he got from Sikong Yuan are only one word different, with an extra word Peiyuan Pill.
Could it be that the Wudang heritage or the Xiao Peiyuan Pill was left by Sikong Yuan? Did he leave a legacy to Wudang, or did he love Wudang and accept disciples?
The more he thought about it, the more possible it was. Otherwise, would Baishan call himself the master?
He could not help but say: “Uh… Senior Baishan, what are you doing…”
Before he could finish his words, Baishan interrupted excitedly: “Grandmaster, just call me by my name. Don’t call me senior. It’s embarrassing for Baishan.”
Baishan was very excited. After he finished speaking, he paused and continued: “Grandmaster, you don’t know that the first generation of the headmaster of our martial arts is the registered disciple of the founder Sikong Yuan.
Hundreds of years ago, the headmaster met the founder Sikong Yuan, and then he founded Wudang as a registered disciple. The headmaster was guided by the founder Sikong Yuan to step into the martial arts, Peiyuan Dan, Jinglong Dan and Quenching Dan All the body pills were taught by the ancestors, but unfortunately the Peiyuan Pill that Wudang can refine cannot obtain the essence of alchemy, so it is called the Small Peiyuan Pill.
Since you are the descendant of the Sikong Patriarch, you are of the same generation as the Wudang headmaster. Baishan should worship you as the master…”
Baishan finished talking about the origin of Wudang and Sikong Yuan in a discontinuous manner. Yang Yiyu suddenly realized that according to Baishan, when the Wudang headmaster met Sikong Yuan hundreds of years ago, he might have only passed on some martial arts inheritance and three pills, and did not pass on the method of cultivation.
But even so, Wudang has become a major sect in the ancient martial arts world. Although he is a registered disciple, he is indeed a disciple of Sikong Yuan.
In this way, I, the descendant of Sikong Yuan, am really of the same generation as the Wudang headmaster, and it is reasonable for Baishan to call me the master.
After discussing these, Yang Yiyu looked at Yuan Chenzi, who was livid and wanted to raise his head to the sky and roar, “See how you, old immortal, are you still showing off?”
First of all, two of the six innates in the field are my friends of Yang Yiyun. If you have the guts, you can still show off in front of me?
Just when Yang Yiyun was fantasizing about the beautiful sky in his heart, Baishan spoke again: “Master, according to what you said, the Grandmaster Sikong Yuan has already passed away. I wonder where his holy land in the immortal world is? The people of Wudang should go to worship the Grandmaster later?”
Yang Yiyun’s fantasy was interrupted by Baishan, and then he found that Baishan was still kneeling on the ground. After reacting, he quickly helped him up and said: “That… Baishan… nephew, you lift up, we will talk about the Grandmaster’s immortal world later. The key now is that someone wants to kill me~”
Yang Yiyun helped Baishan up while speaking, and looked at Yuanchenzi on the side.
At this moment, Yuanchenzi was shocked when he heard Yang Yiyun’s words, as if he had suffered a loss. He originally wanted to provoke Baishan’s anger against Yang Yiyun, but he didn’t know that Yang Yiyun became Baishan’s master in a blink of an eye, and was a person of the same level as the head of Wudang.
He also sent a message to Baishan, a master of the second level of Xiantian, saying, “Someone wants to kill me?”
This is obviously targeting me. Yuan Chenzi’s face began to twitch.
He was afraid that Baishan would get angry. There is a big difference in strength between the first and second levels of Xiantian. Today, he is the only one in Qingcheng without any allies, which makes him very embarrassed.
What you fear will come true. After Baishan was helped up by Yang Yiyu, his whole body aura suddenly broke out. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yuan Chenzi and said in a deep voice: “Yuan Chenzi, do you want to kill my master?”
Baishan looked at Yuan Chenzi with anger, as if he would attack him if he disagreed with him.
And Yuan Chenzi was so angry in his heart, I want to kill your sister, kill, do I dare to kill you now?
The situation is stronger than the person, I can’t bear it, Yuan Chenzi muttered in his heart, then forced a slight smile on his face and said with a twitch: “Brother Baishan, this is all a misunderstanding. Mr. Yang… and I were just joking. The Ye family has brought this upon themselves. Don’t blame Mr. Yang. It’s a misunderstanding, misunderstanding.”
“Isn’t this a misunderstanding? You said before that if I handed over the recipe for Peiyuan Dan, you could let me go. If you can’t tell me, you’re going to teach me a lesson?” Yang Yiyu looked at Yuan Chenzi mischievously as he was making a fire.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Baishan in a serious manner and said, “My nephew Yuanchenzi wants the recipe for Peiyuan Pill. Do you think I should hand it over to ensure my safety?”
“Grandmaster, you absolutely cannot do that. The inherited recipe is the foundation of our sect and it cannot be handed over.” Baishan had a frightened expression, then stared at Yuanchenzi with a gloomy look and then looked around and said, “Whoever dares to embarrass my grandmaster today and ask for the recipe will be against Baishan and me, and will be the enemy of Wudang.”
Under Baishan’s dominance, Yuanchenzi lowered his head, clenching his hands, wishing he could kill Yang Yiyu. His reputation today was trampled upon by this junior.
But he had no choice. If Baishan was only a second-level Xiantian, he would have to argue with him even if he had to hurt him. The key point was that there was another second-level Xiantian master of Shenlongtan beside Yang Yiyun. He couldn’t afford to offend two second-level Xiantian masters.
Facing Baishan’s naked threat, Yuan Chenzi really didn’t dare to talk back.
At this time, the Taoist Changling of Kunlun came out to smooth things over and said, “Brother Baishan, this Yang…Mr.~” He was originally going to call him Yang Xiaoyou, but then he thought that Yang Yiyun was now the master of Baishan, and calling him Xiaoyou would be taking advantage of Baishan, which was not appropriate, so he changed it to Mr.
“Since it’s all misunderstandings, I think let it go. The Ancient Martial Arts Conference is still important. Our ancient sect has not appeared for a long time. It’s important to host the conference this time. What do you think, Master Xia?” Taoist Changling finally asked Xia Lu. After all, Shenlongtan had been hosting the Ancient Martial Arts Conference during the ancient sect’s closure of the mountain.
Moreover, Shenlongtan was also the top force in the secular world. Xia Lu herself was a second-level Xiantian, so she still had to ask for his opinion.
“It should be so~” Xia Lu nodded in reply, and then came over to whisper to Yang Yiyun: “Why don’t you just forget it, don’t really offend Qingcheng to death, these ancient sects have more than one innate strongman, and Yuan Chenzi can only be regarded as a weak one among them.”
Xia Lu’s words were heard by Yang Yiyun, knowing that it was also for his own good, so he nodded and agreed: “Okay, forget it this time.”
Yuan Chenzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But in his heart, his hatred for Yang Yiyun did not decrease at all.
However, at this time, Ding Yang from the outer sea laughed and said: “Duanmu Xingtian, my Shenzong needs to recruit disciples in the secular world to practice in the Shenzong this time. I heard that your Duanmu family’s innate ancestor has passed away. I wonder if the Duanmu family is interested in practicing in my Shenzong?”
Duanmu Xingtian was overjoyed. Since the Duanmu family lost its innate ancestor, its status felt very awkward. It seemed to be prosperous among the overseas family forces, but it had a backer behind it. It had always wanted to go to the ancient innate sect. Unexpectedly, Ding Yang of the Shenzong took the initiative to speak today, which made him very happy.
He said quickly: “Thanks to Senior Ding’s kindness, the Duanmu family is very willing.”
“Hahaha, good.” Ding Yang laughed, and then changed the subject and said: “I heard that fellow Daoist Yang Yiyu is your grandson. I think your Duanmu family has Peiyuan Dan, right?”
As soon as this was said, Duanmu Xingtian’s face changed. He now understood that Ding Yang wanted to use him to get the elixir for his grandson. He took a deep breath and said: “Senior Ding Yiyu is my grandson, but I really don’t have the elixir, and we don’t know each other well. Compared to this, Senior Ding, you know it well.”
Ding Yang saw that this was Duanmu Xingtian’s refusal to cooperate, and his face sank, but he looked at Yang Yiyu again and smiled: “Friend Yang, your grandfather’s family is in a very difficult situation overseas now. Are you willing to take out Peiyuan Dan to exchange for peace for your grandfather’s family?”
Yang Yiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Ding Yang. He didn’t expect that there was still someone who didn’t give up. This Ding Yang was more shameless than Yuan Chenzi. He actually threatened his grandfather. Damn it.
(End of this chapter)
