Chapter 569: Giant Star Yang Jian

Everyone in the Honghuang is playing tactics, so who's being schemed against here?

No matter how Li Changshou looked at it, he realized that he absolutely could not return to the Chaos Sea anytime soon.

If Kunpeng truly wanted to reveal some information, why not just shout it out directly in Xuan Du City?

Kunpeng had been fighting his senior brother for so long, so he must have some skill in calling out like that; and outside the Honghuang world, he could fly extremely fast, so escaping wouldn't be impossible.

As long as he set foot in the Chaos Sea again, whether he encountered Kunpeng or not, and whatever information he might gain, it would disrupt his current plans.

Following the conventions from his previous life, Li Changshou directly classified Kunpeng's behavior as "severe fishing."

Well, if it's fishing, then let it be a hard fish.

Kunpeng was originally a massive fish that had abnormally developed, but who would have thought he would engage in such fishing tactics? It was truly embarrassing for fishkind.

After summing it up, it all boiled down to just two words: don't go.

Li Changshou waited for half a day more, and seeing that his teacher hadn't sent him any message to go, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

That meant there were no major issues.

Taking advantage of his trip to Xuan Du City, Li Changshou reorganized his subsequent multi-layered plans. During his contemplation, he suddenly realized that by politely declining Yunxiao's offer to share the burden earlier, he might have left her feeling a bit down.

After a moment of thought, Li Changshou let out a long sigh inside the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

“What's wrong?”

Yunxiao's voice came as expected, and the fairy outside the golden bowl had a hint of unmistakable concern in her eyes.

“It's nothing, just feeling a bit of pressure,” Li Changshou said with a smile, burning the scroll in front of him with true fire. He stood up, looked around, and felt a bit lost.

Yunxiao couldn't help but think about how to relieve his pressure. Li Changshou secretly chuckled, pretending to be fine while showing a tired expression, subtly hinting and half-pushing...

Soon, he was lying on his side with his back to Yunxiao, resting his head on her slender legs, enjoying the service of her fingers massaging his head, and comfortably narrowing his eyes.

Yunxiao knew he was deliberately teasing her but didn't call him out on it. Her fingertips released a bit of immortal power, helping to alleviate the fatigue in Li Changshou's Dao body.

In this situation, Li Changshou was essentially placing his vital point in Yunxiao's hands.

It might look like he was enjoying himself, but in reality, he was bearing immense psychological pressure—it wasn't pure bliss...

Hmm, the pleasures of the Taibai Star Lord were something ordinary immortals and gods could never imagine.

In the distance, several Daoist experts caught sight of this scene with their immortal senses and each showed a light smile. Meanwhile, Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and sighed softly, glancing at Jinling Shengmu before quickly looking away.

They had already secretly formed a Daoist couple, yet in public, they weren't as intimate as this prospective couple.

Once the Grand Supreme had finished regulating his breathing, he stood up and surveyed various parts of Xuan Du City, beginning to perform the ritual to create Daoist soldiers.

He drew out strands of Xuan Huang aura from the Xuan Huang Pagoda and took yin and yang energies from the Taiji Diagram. Then he added some water, sprinkled some earth, summoned a few rusty weapons, and captured the sounds of the wind from the horizon.

With his hands forming seals, he slowly exhaled a breath of vital energy, took out a stack of talismans refined by Laozi from his sleeve, and tossed them into the colorful clouds before him.

Before long, Daoist soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads jumped out one by one, kneeling in salute to the Grand Supreme before turning to rush off to various parts of Xuan Du City.

The Grand Supreme sighed, “It'll probably take a long time to fully recover our vitality.”

“How about we make some more preparations?” Zhao Gongming stood up, glanced at Li Changshou's side, and said with a smile, “Since we're here, why not redesign the array? That way, Senior Brother Xuan Du can have it easier.”

The other Daoist immortals all agreed, intentionally avoiding Yunxiao and Li Changshou as they gathered to discuss upgrading Xuan Du City's defensive arrays.

Over there, Li Changshou pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes in concentration, designing a composite great array for the place.

He could tailor it to the characteristics of the heavenly demons for some unique countermeasures.

The original array structure of Xuan Du City followed the principles of a mountain-protecting array, just a hundred times more complex than those of ordinary immortal sects.

This was, after all, his area of expertise.

In the northern part of Zhongshen Continent, near where the demon clans gathered, atop a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist,

Teams of heavenly soldiers and generals had recently set up camp here, leaving the nearby dozen or so demon kings restless and unable to sleep day or night.

This mountain range now belonged to the Heavenly Court, and the Jade Emperor's nephew, a third-generation disciple of Chan Jiao, the Daoist protector Yang Jian—also known as Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun—was temporarily stationed here.

Choosing this place was intentional on Yang Jian's part.

First, it wasn't too far from Jade Spring Mountain; with his speed, flying there would take only half an hour.

Second, it was close to the demon clan areas, and Yang Jian didn't want his cultivation path to stagnate—he planned to use the demon clan lands as his whetstone.

The battle at the Western Heavenly Gate and the chaos at Spirit Mountain made Yang Jian realize a fact:

In the Honghuang world, he was just a third-generation disciple of the Daoist path.

The casual slap from Taibai Jinxing and the invisible pressure that swept through Spirit Mountain...

The gap was enormous.

But Yang Jian didn't feel discouraged; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

He had only been cultivating for over a hundred years. Give him a few more centuries, and by the time he reached Taibai Jinxing's current age, he might well be able to fight him.

“A fight...”

In the immortal treasure pavilion, in the study facing the mountain,

Yang Jian sat on the windowsill, one leg arched up and the other dangling outside, looking at the treasure pouch in his hand, which was sealed with layers of prohibitions.

What did Taibai Jinxing mean by this?

He was quite curious about the contents of the pouch, but after thinking it over, he restrained his desire to investigate.

Yang Jian reflected on his cultivation journey and felt as though he could see Taibai Jinxing's shadow everywhere.

Many times, guests would appear at Jade Spring Mountain;

His master, who didn't practice the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, always provided him with deeper and deeper insights layer by layer;

And during his outings for training, he kept encountering dangers and opportunities one after another.

Stories that a normal Qi refiner might experience in a thousand years, he often went through in just ten or a few decades, giving him more insights and allowing him to advance boldly on his cultivation path.

It was as if Taibai Jinxing had spread out a massive hand, and he had never stepped out of its palm.

That sense of powerlessness and frustration made Yang Jian's Dao heart waver several times, even impulsively wanting to smash Spirit Mountain's sacred dojo and self-destruct.

But in his impulsiveness, he forgot that Spirit Mountain was now trying to befriend Chan Jiao, turning into a tool for the Heavenly Court to divide the sacred sects.

One ring after another, layer upon layer.

It was as if these intricate schemes condensed into a few big words:

“Welcome to the Honghuang era.”

Yet, because of this treasure pouch in his hand, Yang Jian felt that everything Taibai Jinxing had done for him seemed to have deeper meaning.

Especially that line...

When you feel like you're trapped in such a situation again.

It was as if Taibai Jinxing was manipulating him while also exploring something, verifying something, and subtly reminding him of something.

Even now, Yang Jian felt like he was suffering from some kind of mental affliction, starting to ponder the deeper intentions behind these details.

In fact, Yang Jian began to suspect that even the resentment and emotions he had felt before were all part of that old immortal's calculations.

What a terrifying minister of the Heavenly Court.

Yang Jian tucked the treasure pouch close to his body and gazed into the distant mountains, contemplating his future.

He felt a bit lost.

“It seems like I've always been living for other people's matters.”

His father had entered the cycle of reincarnation, his mother was now by his side, and his master hadn't been dragged too deeply into his karma—everything was a relatively good outcome.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing laughter from the other rooms in the pavilion, where Xiao Chan was discussing fabric for new clothes with his mother.

In the distance, heavenly soldiers were sharing Heavenly Court anecdotes, and a heavenly general was constantly examining himself in a bronze mirror...

Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle softly; these heavenly generals, being grown men, were so concerned about their appearance.

Something seemed to be happening in that bronze mirror.

Yang Jian probed with his immortal sense and saw a fairy holding a sword and dancing in the mirror—it was quite pleasing to the eye, and the fairy appeared to be saying something to the heavenly general.

They must be a loving couple.

Just then, the bronze mirror vibrated slightly, and a green light shot out from the upper left corner, displaying a line of large characters:

“The recorder that the general is following has started live streaming.”

The heavenly general's eyes lit up, and he quickly swiped on the mirror. The mirror surface shook, accompanied by cheerful drum sounds, revealing the roaring waters of the Tianhe River.

Yang Jian became a bit interested and watched closely from the side:

A figure bounced into the frame, clad in bright silver armor, cupping his hands toward the mirror.

“Greetings, everyone! I'm Bian Zhuang, the deputy commander of the Tianhe Water Army and a recorder for the Heavenly Court.

No more nonsense—today, I'll start with a classic mortal bangzi performance. Let's get the music going!”

The scene shifted, and several yards away, a few heavenly soldiers acting as musicians performed wildly, while the real music came from even farther away female immortals.

As the rhythmic drumming began, Bian Zhuang grabbed his nine-tooth rake and started his solo show.

“The Tianhe waters ripple, and I sing my song!

The Tianhe army is strong, subduing demons in the water!”

What on earth is this?

Yang Jian's forehead was covered in black lines, and he gave a slight cold hum, indicating he wasn't interested in such superficial content.

With a critical eye, Yang Jian watched with his immortal sense for a while, and before he knew it, several hours had passed.

As the sun set in the west, the mirror's image suddenly stopped. The heavenly general frowned and muttered,

“How did the spiritual power run out again? We're so far from the Heavenly Court, and although the Star Lord allowed us to bring the mirrors out, the spirit stones are depleting too fast.

Sigh, it's really troublesome—I can't activate the prohibitions while recharging spiritual power.”

As he spoke, he took out a spirit stone and placed it behind the mirror, lighting up a few red and green gems on the north side.

Taibai Star Lord?

Yang Jian suddenly became interested.

Not one to hesitate, he leaped from the window, rode the clouds to the heavenly general's side, and casually inquired about the mirror.

When Yang Jian learned that this item was widely circulated in the Heavenly Court, with recorders broadcasting major events in real time,

And that these recorders often created fun content in their daily lives—the most popular being the humorous Tianhe Water Army deputy commander Bian Zhuang, followed by the battle category's Heavenly Court female war god Xuan Ya...

Yang Jian asked in confusion, “Can battles be broadcast through these mirrors?”

“Yes, yes,” the heavenly general nodded with a smile, pulling out a spare older version of the mirror from his sleeve to demonstrate.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Court female war god hadn't been active lately, so the battle category had no traffic.

Yang Jian quickly figured out how it worked and asked, “How does one become a recorder?”

“You just need to report to the Guangming Hall, and you can get a special mirror for recording such scenes. Carry it with your immortal power, and it broadcasts live...”

The heavenly general thought of something and quickly added, “If you're interested, I can go back to the Heavenly Court and apply for you right away.

Lord Mu Gong has instructed that anything related to you should be handled simply and conveniently.”

Yang Jian coughed and said, “I'm just a bit curious... Sorry to trouble you, general.”

“No problem at all! Just wait a moment!”

The heavenly general rubbed his hands together, turned, and leaped onto a cloud, hurrying back to the Heavenly Court.

Thus, half a day later, in that immortal treasure pavilion, Yang Jian looked at the three large and small mirrors in front of him, full of curiosity.

Putting down the mirrors, he picked up a small booklet from the side with five large characters written vertically on the cover and opened it curiously.

“Taibai Jinxing's Work: Positive Guidance for Quality Content”

Opening to the second page, the first sentence caught Yang Jian's eye.

“Are you still lost on what content to show other gods? Do you want to know what format everyone enjoys...”

Gradually, Yang Jian immersed himself in reading, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Interesting.

With nothing else to do, he might as well try this novel thing. There were hundreds of gods live streaming in the mirrors every day, so no one would notice him...

What kind of content should he do?

It had to be something others couldn't do.

Yang Jian sat at the table, lost in thought, and soon his eyes lit up. He picked up two mirrors and disappeared.

Three days later, the Heavenly Court had a new small live stream channel. As soon as you opened it, you saw a figure charging back and forth through the demon qi, fighting fiercely.

This live stream had only been online for half an hour and already attracted a crowd of immortals.

“Isn't that Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun?”

“Zhenjun is live streaming?”

“Truly heroic! Quick, tell a few sisters!”

An hour later, Yang Jian stood amid a pile of demon corpses, holding his three-pointed, double-edged spear, with strands of golden light emerging from these obstacle-bearing great demons and swirling around him.

At that moment, Yang Jian, not yet bold enough to look directly at the floating mirror behind him, just turned his head slightly to show his profile and turned off the mirror.

The heavenly court fairies were all smitten, and the heavenly generals watched with boiling blood, making Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun's reputation soar overnight.

Half a month later, Yang Jian found another gathering of obstacle-bearing great demons, turned on the mirror, and charged in...

After a few times, he got the hang of it, knowing he needed to interact with the mirror—say a few ambiguous words after slaying demons, and announce his destination beforehand to build hype.

“Everyone, today we're heading to Fengmo Mountain!

Recently, the demon king here has been slaughtering mortal villages and towns in the southeast of Zhongshen Continent, devouring human souls. My heavenly eye has spotted his trail!

Today, I, Yang Jian, will eradicate all twelve demon kings here!”

“Everyone, today we're clearing this unnamed barren mountain!

I've been tracking an ancient great demon, and today I've finally found its trace. I'll charge forward without hesitation!”

“Everyone, today's target is Meishan, where demons are plentiful...”

“This place actually has a human tribe, full of genuine men. Let heaven and all of you bear witness—today, I, Yang Xia, will form a sworn brotherhood of eight with the six friends of Meishan!”

“Lately, the demon clans have been hiding, and no great demons are in sight, so today let's go for a dog walk and hunt.

Xiaotian Quan, how about you and I spar a bit? Otherwise, my fists are always itching for action.”

The little white dog, now grown to two feet tall, woofed twice and immediately lay down, covering its eyes and playing dead.

To say that when Li Changshou went to Xuan Du City, he truly helped design a composite defensive great array for it, and mobilized many treasures from the Heavenly Court, Dragon Palace, and Immortal Alliance. This delayed things quite a bit.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed. Worried about the Heavenly Court's situation, Li Changshou specially passed through the vortex from Xuan Du City back to the inner world.

This way, it was more convenient to contact his paper effigies.

He scanned the Five Parts Continent with his divine sense, then returned to the Heavenly Court. Seeing that Mu Gong was stable and everything was peaceful, he planned to go urge Ling E's cultivation.

But when he swept his immortal sense around, he noticed that many off-duty heavenly soldiers and fairies were gathered, staring at various bronze mirrors.

Had something major happened?

Li Changshou's paper effigy appeared deep in the Taibai Palace, activated the bronze mirror, and looked at the channel with the most viewers. Seeing the title, he was stunned for a moment.

Dream Team Collaboration: Tianhe Water Army Deputy Commander Bian Zhuang and Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun's Surprise Attack on the Demon Clan's Northern Dushan!

No... it couldn't be...

Li Changshou's mouth twisted wildly as he carefully clicked on the text. Cheerful drum sounds played, showing Bian Zhuang reciting his forced rhymes;

In the distance, amid the demon qi, a figure was charging through, beating dozens of great demons into submission.

“Today, I aim to rival the heavens!

I sing and howl on Northern Dushan!

Behold, Qingyuan has his wondrous way!

Slay! A thousand enemies bring freedom!

A thousand demon troops are nothing much, what of ancient great demons?

As long as your obstacles are many, the three-pointed, double-edged spear will claim your life...”

His hand trembled, and Li Changshou opened the recording section in the large bronze mirror, checked the newly launched “follow” function, looked at the backend stats, found the mark for Yang Jian's exclusive mirror, and saw that long string of numbers...

It was shocking, heart-pounding.

Li Changshou couldn't help but open his mouth, his mind going blank, and he slumped into his seat, his forehead covered in black lines, with his little white primordial spirit nearly escaping.

He had invested so many resources and spent a hundred years of effort, only to cultivate a heavenly court recorder?

Where was the cool demeanor?

Yang Jian, what about your pride, your arrogance? Why abandon being a proper heavenly court war god and dive into entertainment!

This is going to be the death of me.

Meanwhile, in a prosperous city in the Shang tribe of Nan Zambu Continent, a young girl sitting on a swing and holding a bronze mirror watched the lively scene and couldn't help but smile slightly.

“The Heavenly Court seems much more fun than the mortal world.”

Deep in the Chaos Sea, in a place where the Dao principles were chaotically aggregated,

Time in the Chaos Sea didn't pass in an obvious way; it all depended on one's own perception.

At that moment, Kunpeng felt that a good amount of time had passed, but the mark he left in his “old spot” still hadn't been triggered.

“Why is this guy taking so long? Can he really resist coming to the Chaos Sea to investigate?”

This demon master Kunpeng narrowed his slender fish eyes and glanced inwardly at the imprint on his primordial spirit.

That damn bastard!

“Once I fulfill what your imprint demands, I will tear you and your kind to shreds! You scum!”

His massive body erupted with surging Dao principle fluctuations, causing ripples in the Chaos Sea.

On the path of Honghuang beasts transforming into Chaos beasts, Demon Master Kunpeng was clearly leading the way.