northernbook Chapter 655 The First Disciple of the Third Qing Dynasty, the Number One Person Below the Dao Ancest
Chapter 655 The First Disciple of the Third Qing Dynasty, the Number One Person Below the Dao Ancest
"We are willing to follow our seniors closely, and we will go through fire and water for them without hesitation!"
"Please, senior, take me in!"
Yuan Hong's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, every word filled with determination.
His six brothers behind him shouted in unison, "Please, senior, take us in!"
The seven unruly demon kings all lowered their proud heads, entrusting their lives and fortunes entirely to the mysterious young man before them.
Yang Jian looked at them quietly, his face expressionless.
He was actually a little surprised.
He took action purely because he couldn't stand the Heavenly Court's domineering behavior, and also because the white ape's fighting style suited his taste.
He never intended to subdue them.
Follow me?
Yang Jian's gaze swept over Yuan Hong and the other six.
These seven demons varied greatly in strength. The strongest, Yuan Hong, was only at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, while the others were only at the early stages of the Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal realms.
To be honest, Yang Jian really didn't think much of that level of strength.
In the primordial world where Great Luo Immortals roam freely and Quasi-Saints can only tremble in fear, Golden Immortals are truly nothing special.
Moreover, they are demons.
Since the great calamity of the Lich King, the demon race has become infamous. Taking them in would only create unnecessary trouble for oneself.
Yang Jian instinctively wanted to refuse.
He's used to being alone and doesn't like having a bunch of burdens around him.
However, when he saw Yuan Hong's eyes, which were full of longing and determination, he couldn't help but think of the purpose of his trip.
Split open Peach Mountain and rescue Mother!
This is by no means an easy task.
The Heavenly Court is full of powerful and experienced individuals; he alone cannot defeat them all.
Although his master and senior brother had powerful backgrounds, Yang Jian did not want to rely on them for everything.
This is his own revenge, and he wants to use his own strength to avenge it!
To fight against the Heavenly Court, he needed his own power and his own people.
These seven monsters, though currently weak, are all fearless and deeply loyal, unwilling to abandon their brothers even in dire straits.
Especially this white ape named Yuan Hong, with his strong physique and extremely high combat talent, could become a great help in the future if properly trained.
More importantly, they have already formed a blood feud with the Heavenly Court.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Accepting them would be entirely beneficial.
Yang Jian's mind raced, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons.
He looked at Yuan Hong and the other seven kneeling on the ground, their faces growing paler with blood loss, and finally spoke slowly.
"Do you know what it means to follow me?"
His voice remained cold, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Yuan Hong's spirits lifted, knowing there was hope, and he quickly replied, "We understand! To follow you, senior, is to defy the Heavenly Court, a life-or-death situation!"
"But we brothers have nothing to lose. It's better to die on the front lines than to be crushed like ants by those bastards from Heaven!"
"Well said!" For the first time, a hint of approval appeared in Yang Jian's eyes.
He admires people with backbone.
"Since you've made up your minds, from now on you will follow me."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong and his six companions were overjoyed!
"Thank you so much, senior!"
"No, thank you, Master!"
Yuan Hong reacted quickly, immediately changing his form of address and kowtowing again.
"Greetings, Master!" the other six monsters shouted in unison, their voices filled with the excitement and joy of surviving a calamity.
They made the right bet!
I'm clinging to this powerful figure!
Yang Jian raised his hand, and a gentle magical power lifted the seven of them up.
"Your injuries are severe; please rest and recuperate first."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and seven points of magical power, each brimming with vitality, entered the bodies of the seven people.
Yuan Hong and the others felt a warm and powerful force spreading through their bodies, instantly flowing through their limbs and bones.
The broken bones were healing rapidly, the dried-up veins were being moistened again, and even the taste of blood in my mouth had become much less noticeable.
This... this is such pure magical power!
The seven men were once again filled with turmoil.
This newly recognized lord is far more powerful than they imagined!
"Now that you're with me, there are some things you should know."
Looking at their shocked expressions, Yang Jian spoke calmly.
My name is Yang Jian.
Yuan Hong and the others quickly memorized the name.
Yang Jian... What a good name.
"From now on, you can call me Second Master."
"Yes, Second Master!" the seven replied in unison.
Yang Jian paused, his gaze swept over them, and finally he uttered a sentence that was enough to shake the entire prehistoric world.
"I am a disciple of Niu Ben."
As soon as he finished speaking, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
The excitement and joy on Yuan Hong's face froze instantly.
He opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring blankly at Yang Jian, as if he had heard some unbelievable story.
Bulls... Bulls running?
Is it that Niu Ben?
The six brothers behind him had the same expression as him, each one frozen in place as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.
Only the howling wind remained in the air.
"Second...Second Master, you...you just said that your master is...?"
Yuan Hong's voice was trembling; he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
He thought he must have lost too much blood and was hallucinating.
Niu Ben!
That's Niu Ben!
The chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the number one person after the Dao Ancestor, and the strongest saint in the primordial world!
A living legend, an unparalleled being who even dared to threaten the Heavenly Emperor Haotian to his face!
Their new lord is actually a disciple of the Sage Niu Ben?
Is this...is this a dream?
Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the seven of them, who were standing there dumbfounded.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"No...no problem! Absolutely no problem!"
Yuan Hong jolted awake, snapping back to his senses. He was so excited that his face turned bright red, and he almost knelt down again.
"Holy crap!"
Zhu Zizhen, the wild boar spirit standing nearby, couldn't help but blurt out a curse.
"My goodness! We've really latched onto a saint's coattails!"
"It's Saint Niu Ben! The Saint Niu Ben who almost cleaved the South Heavenly Gate with a single axe strike!" The water buffalo demon Chang Hao was so excited that he trembled all over and his words became somewhat incoherent.
Although these demons lived in a remote area, they still had some knowledge of the most important events in the prehistoric world.
Not long ago, a temple was built for Yang Jian at Guanjiang Estuary, which angered Haotian. However, the sage Niu Ben retorted with a single sentence across the endless void, which also shattered the Haotian Mirror.
This matter has already spread throughout the entire prehistoric world!
The tyranny and protectiveness of the sage Niu Ben have become a consensus among all living beings in the primordial world.
They only knew that Yang Jian was protected by the Sage Niu Ben, but they never imagined that this Second Master who displayed great power and saved their lives was Yang Jian himself!