Yang Ji had joined the Wuji Dao Sect for so many years, yet he had never even seen the shadow of the ancestor "Elder Wuji".
In a hurried glance, it was when he was in the outer realms of the starry sky, attacking the Heavenly Demon Sect with Great Sage Mu Yuan and others, that Yang Ji caught a distant glimpse of him.
The Red Dust Immortal preached that such treatnt was rare in the world.
How could everyone not be delighted?
As soon as Yang Ji opened the Ti Tower, they swooshed in, each sitting down obediently.
After they flew in, Yang Ji made an even grander gesture, reaching across endless ti and space, to pull his master Jian Yuanzi and the supre Sect Master Bai i from the Canglan Sect to him.
With a mighty hand, he tore through space to grab them, and both Bai i and his companion were shocked, but upon seeing it was Yang Ji, they beca excited amidst their astonishnt.
"Xiao Ji, it's you!"
"Disciple!"
They shouted excitedly.
"Master, Elder, I've brought you here to cultivate!" said Yang Ji with a smile, bowing and pulling both into the Ti Tower for cultivation.
Then, he turned his gaze back toward the direction of the Thousand-Islands Sea Area, pondering for a mont before stretching out his hand again. Soon after, he had pulled back a man who was shouting loudly.
"Who is this? How dare you disturb my cultivation!" The middle-aged man's voice sounded tough and boisterous, but as he was gripped by the giant hand, he shook uncontrollably, clearly very frightened.
"What's this? The mighty Island Master of Black Wind Island is about to wet his pants in fear?"
Hearing this teasing voice, the middle-aged man jolted, vigorously rubbed his eyes, looked up, and couldn't help but shout, "Yang... Younger Brother Yang, it's you!"
"Indeed, it's , brother. I trust you've been well!" Yang Ji said with a wide grin, "I didn't expect you to have broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. I thought you had kicked the bucket years ago, bones all decayed."
A look of genuine surprise appeared on Yang Ji's face.
The years he achieved the Mahayana, he had sent many treasures to the Canglan Sect, like the Enlightennt Pill, Enlightennt Stone, Barrier-breaking Pill, Baptism Pill—all sorts of resources.
But even so, those less talented uncles had already reached the end of their lifespan and passed away.
Huo Yuan and the others had all turned into dust long ago.
In the entire Canglan Sect, only the exceptionally talented Jian Yuanzi and Elder Bai i, with the help of nurous resources, had managed to break through difficult barriers and survived thousands of years.
Rembering the old ties, Yang Ji had also sent a Dao-level Cultivation Technique and Great Divine Power, along with so cultivation resources, to Mang Biao.
He originally thought that the boisterous Mang Biao had died many years ago. To his surprise, upon reaching out his hand, he actually managed to pull Mang Biao over, which truly exceeded his expectations.
At this mont, Yang Ji looked at Mang Biao, examining him from head to toe with interest and laughing, "It seems I've underestimated your comprehension after all. You've managed to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm all by yourself. It seems that your advancent from a pirate to a Golden Core True Person years ago was no accident."
"Haha, that's right, brother. I am a genius, with excellent comprehension. I was cultivating, and before I knew it, I broke through. As I kept cultivating, I broke through again by accident, hahaha, I just can't seem to die. Life is too sweet. Of course, the Dao-level Cultivation Technique you gave played a major role. Without it, with just my comprehension, I would have kicked the bucket," Mang Biao said with a sly smirk.
"Not bad, not bad, you're indeed a piece of fine material. Looking at your increasingly rugged appearance, you'll be guarding the gate for from now on," laughed Yang Ji.
"Ah, guard the gate? Can't you give a better job?" Mang Biao's face instantly fell.
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