The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 25 Online King 8, Offline Immortal Lord Family

A thousand years ago, Xushan was a wasteland.

Jiang Mingzi piloted the flying boat and landed steadily on the barren hill.

He looked around, and all he could see were withered yellow grasses and exposed rocks.

A thousand years later, the provincial capital is now just a wasteland, without even a decent village.

On the flying boat, Jiang Mingzi's lips curled into a smile:

"It should be around here."

He took out the scroll that was almost finished being refined and was to be passed on to Gao Haoguang, and gently traced the patterns on it with his fingertips:

"Grey and the others have the scrolls, which saves me the trouble of finding a carrier."

He muttered to himself, then a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"You little grand-disciple, you've been increasingly disrespecting this immortal lord lately."

"I'll show you right now what it means to be the Immortal Lord of All Laws of the Eternal World!"

Before he finished speaking, a primordial spirit identical to Jiang Mingzi separated from his body!

[Natural magical power·Changshi Mingzi]

In an instant, everything within a five-kilometer radius, spanning three thousand years, was brought under Jiang Mingzi's absolute control.

The wind's trajectory, the clouds' flow, the trembling of every grain of sand deep underground—everything is laid bare in this realm.

He closed his eyes, sensing the fluctuations of every bit of magical power in this world over time.

Then, he found it.

A thousand years later, where that scroll will be.

Then, he projected his own spirit into the future!

Meanwhile, in a private room at the restaurant.

Xia Chuan asked curiously, "What did the patriarch say?"

Gao Haoguang looked bewildered, as if he hadn't quite come to his senses yet:

"He said he wanted to come and freeload a meal?"

Ma Chao felt that his apprentice was talking nonsense.

Wasn't the patriarch a person from a thousand years ago?

How did I end up eating here a thousand years later?

Only Bai Xiaoxiao was confused and asked in a low voice:

"Who is the patriarch?"

Just as Gao Haoguang was about to explain to Bai Xiaoxiao, the scroll at his waist suddenly floated up out of thin air.

"What's going on?!"

Gao Haoguang instinctively reached out to grab it, but his fingertips slipped through the scroll—

It was supported by an invisible wave of magical power, suspended in mid-air, and slowly rotating.

The magical energy fluctuations grew stronger and stronger, and the air in the private room began to tremble.

Everyone was shocked.

Only Xia Chuan didn't react much, just staring curiously at the scroll.

An extremely bright light burst forth from the scroll, blinding everyone.

Then, a figure slowly emerged from the light.

He wore a bright yellow robe, had an incomparably handsome face, stood with his hands behind his back, and a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown played at the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Mingzi, in his primordial spirit form, stood in the center of the private room, looking down at everyone present.

His gaze finally settled on Gao Haoguang, and he smiled slightly. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Who called me an old man?"

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think this immortal lord is made of clay?"

Gao Haoguang stared at the face that had appeared out of nowhere, his mouth agape for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing his disciple's behavior, Ma Chao was the first to react, and he knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Grandmaster Jiang Mingzi?!"

Jiang Mingzi smiled slightly: "Oh, little grand-disciple."

Ma Chao was so excited that he trembled all over, his eyes reddened, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"This unworthy disciple of Sanzhen, Ma Chao, pays respects to Patriarch Jiang Mingzi!"

Huang Erguo and Miao Qingqing also seemed to wake up from a dream and knelt down as well.

"Greetings, Master!"

Although Bai Xiaoxiao didn't understand why, seeing everyone kneeling, she quickly knelt down as well, stammering:

"I pay my respects to the patriarch..."

Only Gao Haoguang remained standing there, completely petrified.

Not a buddy.

Can you even do it offline in person?

His mind went blank, his mouth was slightly open, and he just stared blankly at Jiang Mingzi's irritatingly smiling face.

"Get up, get up quickly."

Jiang Mingzi waved his hand casually, but his gaze swept over Bai Xiaoxiao, who was kneeling at the back of the crowd, without making a sound.

The magic power silently extended out, like an invisible thread, gently touching Bai Xiaoxiao's brow.

Fortunately, there were no traces of Wanye True Blood in his body.

It seems I had a false alarm.

Jiang Mingzi withdrew his magic power, and the weight in his heart finally lifted.

He looked at Gao Haoguang again, the smile on his lips widening even further:

"Grey, why don't you bow to this immortal lord?"

Gao Haoguang's lips twitched: "This, this, I..."

Ma Chao frowned and reprimanded in a low voice:

"What are you all standing there for!"

Under pressure from his master, Gao Haoguang had no choice but to reluctantly kneel down, his voice muffled, as if squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Gao Haoguang, a disciple of the Three Truths, greets...Master Wang...Jiang Mingzi."

Jiang Mingzi laughed heartily; this was exactly what he wanted to see!

Seeing Gray's frustrated and humiliated expression was more satisfying than eating ten plates of big plate chicken.

Ma Chao cautiously raised his head and tentatively asked:

"May I ask, what brings the Patriarch here?"

Jiang Mingzi casually said:

"I want to see what potatoes and peppers look like, and then find a chance to try them."

He certainly wouldn't say that he was there to check on Gray's surroundings and to inquire about his grand-disciple's life.

Otherwise, the gray puppy's tail would be wagging in the air.

Jiang Mingzi looked at Gao Haoguang with a mischievous glint in her eyes:

"After all, one of my little grand-disciples is extremely proud of this."

Gao Haoguang was completely stunned.

I only made a few sarcastic remarks to you, why are you bringing up real-life examples?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

The true form of the patriarch is standing right in front of you, how can you still be so stubborn?

"Speaking of which, where's your senior brother?"

Jiang Mingzi looked left and right: "Isn't he eating with you all?"

Xia Chuan stood up blankly: "Huh? I'm here?"

The clothes that suddenly stood up left Jiang Mingzi completely stunned.

His gaze swept over the empty chair—there was indeed no one there, only a coat floating in mid-air, moving about.

Where are you? I can't see you.

Everyone looked blankly in Xia Chuan's direction.

The person was sitting right there, so why couldn't the patriarch see him?

Xia Chuan reacted quickly, swiftly picking up the wine glass on the table and raising it into the air:

"Master, your disciple is here."

Even the well-informed Jiang Mingzi found it strange to see the wine glass rise out of thin air.

A wine glass floats in mid-air, attached to a piece of clothing below. The clothing is empty; there is nothing inside.

What's going on?

Jiang Mingzi frowned, pondered for a moment, and then thought of a possibility.

"I am now merely projecting my primordial spirit from the past; my perception of the world relies on the Dharma."

He slowly revealed his guess, his tone becoming increasingly incredulous:

"Xiao Xiao, your disciple, is it not just that your internal acupoints are blocked?"

"You have absolutely no magical power?!"

Everyone looked at Xia Chuan.

Especially the Ma dynasty.

What does the patriarch mean by this?

Didn't his eldest disciple always lack magical powers?

Under everyone's gaze, Xia Chuan slowly nodded:

"Yes, the patriarch's insight is indeed brilliant."

"This disciple cannot perceive any Dharma, and in fact, I cannot see the Patriarch either..."

Jiang Mingzi gasped in shock; it was actually that outrageous.

If Xia Chuan has no magic, Jiang Mingzi naturally won't be able to see Xia Chuan either.

However, Xia Chuan's voice caused a vibration in the air, so Jiang Mingzi was able to hear Xia Chuan speaking.

Even though she saw it with her own eyes, Jiang Mingzi still found it outrageous.

Having lived for so many years, he had seen all kinds of seekers of the Dharma, but this was the first time he had ever encountered a "mortal" who had no magical power whatsoever and could not even be perceived by magical power.

As we all know, the law exists in everything.

From the sun, moon, and stars to the gravel and pebbles by the roadside, from wild beasts to humans, everything is composed of law.

Those who seek the law use it to interfere with the world. Whether it is a talisman, a magic weapon, an innate supernatural power, or even the innate supernatural power of Nirvana Corpses, or the abilities of the Myriad Corpse Immortals, they cannot bypass the law.

However, Xia Chuan did not have any magic within his body.

From the perspective of the supernatural world, wouldn't that be equivalent to not existing?

Jiang Mingzi's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Given this situation, not only could Jiang Mingzi not "see" Xia Chuan, but even all supernatural powers would be unable to "see" Xia Chuan.

The only thing that could hit him is probably an indiscriminate attack with a large enough range.

However, Xia Chuan's constitution, which prevents him from interacting with magic, also grants him immunity to most special effects of attacks.

In other words, even if you hit him, the damage will be reduced.

"My little grand-disciple, you are truly... exceptionally gifted."

Jiang Mingzi was half amazed and half shocked as her gaze fell on the floating wine glass, as if she could see the "non-existent" person behind it:

"You'd probably be an enemy that all supernatural beings would find troublesome."

Jiang Mingzi's lips curled up:

In a fight against you, the only likely outcome is a pure contest of avatar strength.

But your physical strength is also ridiculously high.

If you were on the other side of the corpse, Lazy Egg Sister would probably be crying in anger.

He turned to look at Ma Chao, who was still kneeling on the ground, his tone filled with sincere admiration:

"I remember, your name is Ma Chao, right?"

"You've found a great apprentice. You've made invaluable contributions to Sanzhen."

Ma Chao felt his chest straighten and his back straighten a bit. His face was full of "I don't deserve it" but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Gao Haoguang frowned, his tone tinged with resentment:

"Master Wang... is it really that exaggerated?"

"I don't think my senior brother is anything special."

Aside from being stronger and faster...

Okay, not a little, it's an exaggeration.

But Gao Haoguang firmly believes that he will be able to trample his senior brother underfoot in the future.

But after hearing what Wang Baxianjun said, could it be that my senior brother will be stronger than me in the future?

Wouldn't that jeopardize my position as the world's greatest seeker of the Dharma?

Jiang Mingzi saw through Gao Haoguang's little scheme and chuckled softly.

"Stupid gray cub."

"Spells require a target. Without a target to choose from, even the power of causality cannot interfere with your senior brother."

"Even your innate supernatural power is likely to be the same."

The only thing that can directly interfere with him is probably the law of causality, which bypasses the law and directly corrects the world.

Jiang Mingzi paused, then her eyes narrowed with a smile:

"If you want to beat your senior brother, you'd better think of another way."

Gao Haoguang immediately deflated like a wilted eggplant, his whole demeanor sinking into gloom.

Jiang Mingzi's smile deepened.

Our generation of the Three Immortals has produced a talent no less than that of this Immortal Lord.

Once they and their fellow disciples have grown up, it's almost a certainty that they will wipe out Wanye.

"Oh, right, my little grand-disciple."

Jiang Mingzi lightly tapped the wine glass in Xia Chuan's hand from afar:

"The sparring dolls you requested have been made by this immortal lord."

Xia Chuan was stunned.

He almost thought Jiang Mingzi had forgotten about it.

"However, I will tell you where it is buried after you pass the second test."

Jiang Mingzi smiled slightly, and the scroll he possessed suddenly erupted with a surge of magical power.

The next instant, everyone in the private room was locked in by magic—while Xia Chuan, who could not be locked in by magic, was wrapped up by the scroll itself, like a rice dumpling.

Ma Chao exclaimed in surprise, "Master, what is this?!"

"Trial".

Jiang Mingzi waved to everyone, her smile as bright as a child who had just pulled off a prank:

"I am very happy today. Goodbye, my little grand-disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the reel suddenly sprang into action.

Everyone's bodies flew straight out of the window.

With a series of uncontrollable screams, the figures of Sanzhen and his group flew further and further away in the night sky, turning into several small black dots in the blink of an eye.

Gao Haoguang's profanities could be heard clearly even several streets away:

"Wang Ba Xian Jun!!!!"

"I'm still not full!"

Jiang Mingzi tilted her head slightly, as if trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound:

"Hey, where did that dog barking come from?"

He turned his gaze away and looked at the steaming plate of braised chicken on the table, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I almost forgot, I need to check what the potatoes and peppers look like."

He walked to the table, and with a flick of his sleeve, a bowl and chopsticks appeared out of thin air.

Pick up a piece of potato and put it in your mouth.

He picked up another chili pepper and took a careful bite.

Jiang Mingzi's eyes lit up.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, picked up another piece of chicken, chewed it slowly, and a look of unprecedented satisfaction appeared on his face.

Having lived for so many years, this is the first time I've ever eaten food from a thousand years in the future.

Although it's just a projection of the primordial spirit, one can't taste the real flavor; it's merely for show.

But that sense of novelty was enough to make him happy.

A thousand years ago.

Xushan wasteland.

Jiang Mingzi, who had been freed from Chang Shimingzi's grasp, came to her senses and shuddered violently.

An invisible causal punishment descended from the sky and slammed down on his primordial spirit.

The punishment that would normally severely injure a powerful cultivator with just one hit was something Jiang Mingzi managed to withstand.

His body swayed slightly, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he quickly wiped it away.

"It's worth it to suffer the punishment of causality for this."

He looked up at the sky; it was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

Thinking about the situation he had just confirmed with his little grand-disciple, Jiang Mingzi's lips curled up:

"After all, the future of Sanzhen cannot be compromised."

Jiang Mingzi sighed and looked down at his hands—hands that were now empty and unable to hold anything.

"Unfortunately, the primordial spirit cannot touch the gray cub's head."

He shook his head, turned and walked towards the airship, his shadow stretching long in the setting sun.

A smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

That plate of braised chicken looks delicious!