Chương 83: The Red-Robed Ancestor

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Star-Picking Cliff, Star Palace.

The Zhaixing Cliff is a towering mountain that pierces the sky. The mountaintop is covered by starlight. Standing on the Zhaixing Cliff, it feels as if you are standing shoulder to shoulder with the stars. You can reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.

Fang Yang came to see the Holy Mother Jinling to inquire about something.

With the Treasure-Dropping Coin in hand, Fang Yang was finally ready to make his move on this innate spiritual treasure. He wasn't actually after the Treasure-Dropping Coin itself; he wanted to use it to exchange for the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls in Zhao Gongming's possession.

Fang Yang himself only possessed the Purple Lightning Hammer and the Innate Yin-Yang Gourd, two treasures he truly cherished. After much thought, he came up with the Treasure-Dropping Coin, which he felt most connected to Zhao Gongming.

Using the Treasure-Dropping Coin consumes one's luck, and Fang Yang, not being a born saint, doesn't have that much luck to consume.

Fang Yang also did not intend to use the Fallen Treasure Coin to unify the currency.

Currency can only be traded if it is backed by power. If the human race's government doesn't recognize it, and the governments of all other races don't recognize it, then even if Fang Yang shouts himself hoarse, the currency he creates will be nothing but a piece of waste paper.

However, Zhao Gongming and Luobao Coins are quite destined to meet.

The current owner of the Fallen Treasure Coin is the Red-Robed Ancestor, a guest of the Purple Cloud Palace. During the battle for the Primordial Purple Qi, he suffered severe Dao injuries, even destroying his benevolent corpse. He has been barely surviving with the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal until now.

Fang Yang wanted to know just how much longer this red-robed patriarch could hold on.

Don't misunderstand, Fang Yang isn't going to kill someone to steal the treasure; he's going to negotiate a deal with the Red-Robed Ancestor.

If the Red-Robed Ancestor is willing to disintegrate himself, he can enter reincarnation with the last trace of his primordial spirit.

If the Red-Robed Ancestor has any lingering attachments and is unwilling to dissolve himself, he will vanish into nothingness. If he doesn't have much karma on his shoulders, he might be able to return in the future.

Great Luo Golden Immortals possess an innate, indestructible true spirit, making complete death impossible. However, if their karmic burden is too heavy, they will be unable to return to the world for eternity.

The Golden Spirit Mother was a being who attained the Great Luo realm during the reign of the Heavenly Emperor. Fang Yang felt that she should have some understanding of the Red-Robed Ancestor.

"Junior Brother, congratulations on mastering the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying. You are the only disciple in our sect to have mastered this saintly divine power."

When Jinling Shengmu saw Fang Yang, her face was filled with envy.

The strongest supernatural power of the Jie Sect is not the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, nor the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, but the Seven Swords of Heavenly Interception. The Golden Spirit Mother's greatest wish is to master this supernatural power.

Fang Yang chuckled: "Congratulations, congratulations! Senior Sister has broken through to the peak of the Great Luo realm, and becoming a Quasi-Saint is just around the corner."

At this point, the Golden Spirit Mother could no longer hide her smile.

Yes, she, the Golden Spirit Mother, has finally caught up with Daoist Duobao and secured her position as the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect. She and Daoist Duobao are, respectively, the eldest brother and the eldest sister; how could the eldest sister be inferior to the eldest brother?

"Just lucky."

Golden Spirit Mother waved her hand and asked, "Junior Brother, what brings you here? Is it perhaps related to the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Conference?"

She knew that the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Conference was imminent, and everyone was making urgent preparations. Fang Yang's arrival at this time must be related to the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Conference.

Fang Yang nodded calmly: "That's right. As Senior Sister knows, this is my first time participating in such a grand event. In order to bring glory to our sect in the competition, I have to plan ahead."

Upon hearing this, the Golden Spirit Mother pondered for a moment before saying, "Junior Brother, you have cultivated for less than two hundred thousand years. There is really no need for you to compete with those Great Luo Immortals who have cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of Yuanhui. If a Great Luo Immortal were to challenge you, I would accept the challenge for you. Junior Brother, it would be best not to force yourself."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit did not mean to look down on Fang Yang; she simply did not want to see him suffer.

In terms of cultivation level and years of cultivation, Fang Yang has no advantage. He has only cultivated for 200, 000 years, while others are ancient relics and monsters who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of eons.

It's too unfair to Fang Yang to compete with these people.

The Golden Spirit Mother's ideas were too idealistic. Just because the Golden Spirit Mother was unwilling to bully the weak and oppress the small did not mean that everyone was like her.

The cultivation world is not a place to respect the elderly and care for the young, or to give up seats to the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, pregnant women, or passengers with children. The weak will be bullied; this is the truth of the world.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yang simply smiled calmly: "I appreciate Senior Sister's kindness. However, the path of cultivation must be walked by oneself. Senior Sister can protect me from the wind and rain at the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Conference, but in the end, I must experience the storms of the primordial world myself."

Golden Spirit Mother was taken aback. Looking into Fang Yang's eyes, she instantly understood his heart.

Fang Yang was prepared to face anything, whether it be success or failure, he would accept it calmly. Everything he was doing now was to try his best to succeed.

"I understand what you mean, junior brother. If you need any help, just say so, and I will definitely lend you a hand."

"Red-Robed Ancestor, doesn't Junior Brother possess the Primordial Enlightenment Tea? Although the Red-Robed Ancestor was transformed from a top-grade innate spiritual root, the Great Red Robe Tea Tree, he shouldn't be worthy of Junior Brother's attention, right?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit actually thought that Fang Yang was going to suppress the Red-Robed Ancestor, bring him back to his original form, and use the tea leaves on his body to make tea.

However, this is not entirely the fault of the Golden Spirit Mother. Fang Yang's sudden question about a Great Luo Golden Immortal who had suffered Dao injuries seemed like he was up to no good.

"Senior sister, what are you talking about? What I hate most are those who are hairy, horned, and born from eggs in a wet environment. If I take advantage of someone in distress, how am I any different from those hairy, horned, and born-from-egg types?"

Fang Yang understood that those creatures with fur and horns, born from wet eggs, were never birds or beasts, but rather beasts in human form and hypocrites in human clothing.

Birds and beasts are wonderful. Birds and beasts with good looks are pleasing to the eye, while birds and beasts with less attractive appearances can also make it onto the dinner table and contribute to the development of society.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Spirit Mother was taken aback at first, then solemnly cupped her hands towards Fang Yang: "It seems that Senior Sister has been judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person. Since Junior Brother wants to know, Senior Sister will tell you the truth."

It turns out that during the battle for the Primordial Purple Qi back then, the Red-Robed Ancestor was besieged by four powerful beings at the early stage of Quasi-Saint. His benevolent corpse was destroyed, and his Dao foundation almost collapsed.

In the last few thousand eons, the Red-Robed Ancestor has barely managed to hold on thanks to the shattered Great Luo Dao Fruit, but he can't hold on for much longer.

It's worth mentioning that the Red-Robed Patriarch and the Burning Lamp Daoist of the Chan Sect seemed to have some connection. The Burning Lamp Daoist would frequently visit friends in Wuyi Mountain and catch up with the Red-Robed Patriarch.

This is something that made Fang Yang pay special attention to.

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