Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 789 - 709: Big Brother is Mighty! [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]

"Third Brother?"

All Immortals, Demon Kings, and Bodhisattva Lingji turned their gaze to Daoist Qing Shan. Some recalled, others did not recognize.

A true god from heaven.

Yang Ren exchanged a glance with Huang Tianhua, who said, "The old demon calls him 'Third Brother'; the newcomer must be that little Demon Immortal of the Green Bamboo. But the Divine Light that just whisked away the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff and the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl seemed somewhat similar to the Peacock Great Bright King of the Western Teaching's Five-Colored Divine Light. Could it be that this little demon is a disciple of Kong Xuan?"

Five-Colored Divine Light.

Who in heaven and earth didn't know this was the signature Divine Power of Kong Xuan?

"Not necessarily."

"In the last calamity, Kong Xuan was put to death by several senior masters. However, those five feathers ended up in the hands of the Heavenly Daoist Sect Master, who later gifted them to the Heavenly Daoist Mother."

"Thus, besides Kong Xuan, there is another lineage in the world well-versed in this technique."

Yang Ren spoke leisurely.

These secrets were unknown to ordinary Golden Immortals, only those elite figures hailing from the Three Sects had such knowledge.

As Yang Ren mentioned this, Huang Tianhua also remembered and said with sudden realization, "It is not surprising that Qingjing Child from Black Wind Mountain would master such Divine Power."

Thinking this, both men looked down and frowned: "We heard that this Demon Immortal only transformed into human form tens of thousands of years ago, and at that time, was merely a True Immortal. How has he achieved such cultivation now?"

They were not the only ones astonished.

The bystanders were equally shocked—

Some by the impressive Divine Light of the newcomer.

Some by the fact that Huangfeng Ridge's Great Saint had an unknown, remarkably powerful Third Brother.

Others already knew about the Qingjing Child.

Upon seeing him now and comparing him with the past, they were so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped.

Among them was Bodhisattva Lingji.

"The Qingjing Child?"

"How could it be?!"

Lingji Bodhisattva stood up abruptly, his eyes turning steely as he stared at Daoist Qing Shan.

The Third Brother of the Great Saint of Yellow Wind.

Huangfeng Ridge's Third Great King, the Qingjing Child.

Lingji was well aware.

He had been tasked with imprisoning the Great Saint of Yellow Wind and was intimately familiar with all the incidents at Huangfeng Ridge, including the conflicts between the Great Saint and the Arhat Venerables, and even the reasons behind them.

By extension, he naturally learned of the existence of the Qingjing Child, as well as the child's follower.

However.

Back when he was just a little True Immortal, Lingji Bodhisattva didn't take him seriously at all.

Who would have imagined that, upon seeing him now, he would sweep away his two Supreme Treasures in one fell swoop?!

"How bold!"

Lingji Bodhisattva bellowed angrily and confronted Daoist Qing Shan, "The Buddhist Sect subdues demons. Where did this Demon Immortal come from to dare steal my treasures?"

Lu Qingfeng paid him no heed.

Holding the Flying Dragon Staff in one hand and the Wind Stabilizing Pearl in the other, he strode over to the Great Saint of Yellow Wind and called out with a smile, "Big Brother."

"Is it really Third Brother?!"

The Great Saint of Yellow Wind waited for Lu Qingfeng to come closer. After a careful look, sure enough, the aura was identical to that of his Third Brother, lost for more than thirteen-thousand years.

It was no other.

It was the Qingjing Child.

Moreover, judging by this child's current strength, the title 'Qingjing Saint' given back then was indeed well-deserved.

The Great Saint of Yellow Wind gazed at Lu Qingfeng, filled with surprise and joy.

There were many questions, but now was clearly not the time for detailed inquiries. The Great Saint of Yellow Wind glanced at Bodhisattva Lingji in the distance.

Lu Qingfeng also looked over and rebuked, "How unreasonable of Bodhisattva. My brother has been cultivating on Huangfeng Ridge all year round. How is he a demon? Bodhisattva, under the guise of the Buddhist Sect, you cast unwarranted accusations, behave recklessly, and tarnish the reputation of the Buddhist Sect. I'd like to know, what are your true intentions?"

A Golden Immortal's cultivation.

Accompanied by Supreme Great Divine Power.

Lu Qingfeng had the confidence, showing no fear in the face of Bodhisattva Lingji.

Bodhisattva Lingji, ridiculed by this young man, laughed out of sheer anger, "Little kid, you are only proficient in glibness. I advise you to return the treasures promptly; do not persist in your delusion!"

Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

Unconcerned about Lingji's clamor.

He had been there for a while, lurking on the sides, waiting for the right moment to act, and had already assessed Lingji's true capacity—

He was someone who could only make his brother nervous through the power of the two treasures.

Now that both the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff and the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl were in his possession, Lingji was not even a match for his Big Brother, the Great Saint of Yellow Wind, let alone both brothers together.

What needed consideration now was only the stance of the Tathagata and the Buddhist Sect.

"Big Brother."

"What should we do now?"

Since Lu Qingfeng was not as thoroughly knowledgeable about the great affairs of the Three Realms as the Great Saint of Yellow Wind, he could only ask for his brother's decision.

The Great Saint of Yellow Wind ignored Lingji and said to Lu Qingfeng, "We cannot linger here for long. Since you have achieved Dao, you should go to Black Wind Mountain and pay respect to the Little Sect Leader there. As long as we reach Black Wind Mountain, even if Bodhisattva Lingji, or the Buddhist Sect itself, wishes to intervene, they would not dare to act rashly."

"Black Wind Mountain."

"Little Sect Leader."

Lu Qingfeng heard and nodded. Now, there was no other choice. Otherwise, should the Buddha and Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist Sect arrive, neither brother would fare well.

Therefore.

Without paying heed to Lingji, waste of breath that it would be.

The two brothers turned and headed in the direction of Two Realms Mountain.

"You wicked demon!"

"Stop right there!"

Seeing them leave, Lingji Bodhisattva exploded with a fierce shout, relentless in his pursuit.

Stepping forward, he instantly manifested in the form of a Golden Body Dharma Image with three heads and eight arms. Each of the three heads chanted scriptures and spells, while the eight arms alternated between wielding weapons and forming Seal Techniques. Motionless yet moving, they silently bore witness to the Void, where heaven and man converge, embodying the essence of enlightenment. The Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons all appeared.

The Void split open in eight places, revealing a towering heavenly deity.

Then a Golden Dragon emerged.

Next, a tall Yaksha appeared.

Another vision emerged, shrouded in mist, resembling neither man nor god, exuding beautiful sounds and rich fragrance.

An exceedingly ugly demonic figure also appeared.

Then a vast bird became visible, its head topped with a giant lump, its wings shimmering with treasures' light.

Another figure appeared, distinguished by a single horn on its head.

And another entity, part human, part snake.

These eight beings were of strange and wonderous appearance.

First mere shadows, they quickly solidified into substantial figures.

Recognizing them, the Great Saint of Yellow Wind exclaimed, "These are the Buddhist Sect's Eight Divisions Tribes!"

The Buddhist Sect's Eight Divisions Tribes.

Ordinary monks practicing the Buddhist Great Methods might only summon a sliver of these beings, mere phantoms. But Bodhisattva Lingji, with his revered status, summoned the original beings themselves.

"Demons run rampant; I beseech your aid for this humble monk!" Ling Ji, with his three heads and eight arms, called out to the Eight Divisions Tribes.

At that moment,

Heavenly Dragons, Yakshas, Asuras, Jin Naluo, Jialouluo, and others from the Eight Divisions Tribes chased after them, intending to encircle Lu Qingfeng and the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind.

Lu Qingfeng's expression was grave.

However, the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind remained calm and composed, laughing loudly, "If the leaders of the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons were to come, they might pose some threat, but you lowly creatures dare to strut before me?!"

As these words fell,

He exhaled a Yellow Wind.

This wind—

Majestically swirling, lightly sifting, vast and sweeping across the azure sky. Over the ridge, only the howl of a thousand trees was heard; entering the forest, one saw countless bamboo stems swaying.

It roared forth.

On the spot, members of the Eight Divisions Tribes were blown about haphazardly, trembling chaotically in the wind, scattered in all directions for hundreds of thousands of miles.

"Not good!"

Ling Ji summoned the Bodhisattva Golden Body, his three heads and eight arms formidable beyond compare, and even with the Vajra Protectors by his side, he was flipped and tossed about at first encounter, tumbling repeatedly to a pathetic state, nearly having his golden body scattered by the wind.

"What formidable Sanmei Divine Wind!"

With the Wind Stabilizing Pearl's restrictions gone, everyone present finally witnessed the true ferocity of the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind. When the Sanmei Divine Wind rose, neither gods nor Buddhas in its path could withstand a single blow.

"Let's go!"

The Great Sage of the Yellow Wind, having blown away Ling Ji Bodhisattva and the Eight Divisions Tribes, didn't bother to pursue them further. He called out to Lu Qingfeng and hurried towards Black Wind Mountain.

Just as they started to move.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

From all directions, the chant of Buddha resounded, and Lu Qingfeng looked up to see eighteen glows of golden light revealing eighteen Arhat Golden Bodies. Among them were two figures Lu Qingfeng recognized.

Upon closer inspection.

Were they not the very Sitting Arhat and Budai Arhat he had first seen when he began to transform?

Given the appearance of these two Venerables, the identities of the other sixteen Arhats hardly needed speculation.

"My word."

"All eighteen Venerables have arrived!"

Seeing the eighteen Arhats, onlookers exclaimed in astonishment.

These eighteen Venerables were all disciples of the Tathagata. Despite their Arhat Fruit Position, their divine powers and combat abilities far exceeded many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, making them famously formidable throughout the Three Realms.

Take Ling Ji.

He might stand a chance against a single Venerable, but with eighteen Arhats joining forces, even thirty-six Ling Jis could not hope to compete.

With the arrival of the eighteen Venerables.

The Budai Arhat, ever jovial, paused in the east and said to Lu Qingfeng and the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind with a smile, "Dear benefactors, we meet again."

Lu Qingfeng said nothing, keeping his silence.

The Great Sage of the Yellow Wind knew that this was not the time for idle chatter, fearing that these eighteen Venerables were merely stalling for time.

So, he too remained mute.

"Do not obstruct our path!"

He exhaled yet another Yellow Wind.

This wind—

Beneath the cliff, cypress and cedars toppled; in the ravine, pine and bamboo shed their leaves. The earth was scoured, the sand erupted; rivers turned, and oceans stirred with mighty waves.

"Not good!"

The eighteen Arhats were alarmed at the sight of the Yellow Wind.

Especially the Budai Arhat and the Sitting Arhat.

Their faces changed dramatically, remembering the humiliation they faced against the Yellow Wind thousands of years ago.

"Ding!"

The Sitting Arhat, also known as the Great Strength Arhat, rushed to sit down, his palms together in prayer, using the Immovable Ming King Sitting Meditation to withstand the Yellow Wind.

"Brother!"

The Budai Arhat, in his panic, reached out to grab the Sitting Arhat, trying to steady himself. But he was shocked when his brother turned to him with an angry glare.

Startled, the Budai Arhat hesitated.

Unable to seize hold.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Before he could react, he was whisked into the air, spinning like a top, his posture in disarray, unable to stay upright.

In no time, he was blown out of sight.

"Ding!"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The Sitting Arhat, also known as Great Strength Arhat, was immensely strong and could withstand fierce winds. A practitioner of stillness, he sat cross-legged on the ground, unmovable by winds from any direction.

But under this Sanmei Divine Wind, even he struggled to endure. His eyes squeezed shut by the force of the wind, unable to open them.

Thousands of years ago, when the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind had not unleashed his full power, the Arhat could hold his ground for an hour or two.

But now, the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind had exerted his full strength.

How could he withstand it?!

A couple of breaths after the Budai Arhat was blown away,

His legs gave way.

Instantly, he was carried off by the gale thirty-six thousand miles.

Thump!

He tumbled and staggered, crashing down onto a desolate mountain.

Just as he stood,

The Budai monk was already there in front of him, his kasaya disheveled, his face bruised and swollen, yet still smiling and saying, "Brother, you've arrived too!"

"Uh-huh."

The Sitting Arhat nodded curtly.

...

Not just these two Venerables.

All eighteen Arhats encountered the Yellow Wind and in an instant, unable to resist, were scattered far and wide, lost without a trace.

"Big brother is mighty!"

Lu Qingfeng exclaimed in admiration.

He hadn't realized the extent of it with his earlier lowly cultivation, but now, with his Golden Immortal Dao ability, he could see the depth of the skill.

He asked himself, even if he possessed the Supreme Great Divine Power, facing his big brother's Sanmei Divine Wind, he would likely not get close, unable to use a single technique.

A singular move.

And he'd conquer the heavens!

Truly, the saying was no exaggeration.

Unrestricted by the Wind Stabilizing Pearl, the might of the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind was near unstoppable.

Bodhisattvas and Arhats alike had to give way.

With Ling Ji Bodhisattva, the Eight Divisions Tribes, and the eighteen Arhat Venerables all blown away, Lu Qingfeng and the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind could finally proceed on their journey.

Without hesitation.

Gathering white clouds, they summoned the Yellow Wind and sped straight for Black Wind Mountain!