Nezha cultivated in Taihuangtian for a while, observing the thirty-six Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearls gradually stabilizing. He also reviewed so flaws in "Infinite Sword Domain 1.8" and contemplated how to upgrade it further.
Creating a Divine Skill from scratch is just that challenging—starting from zero and tailoring it to your own strengths is unavoidable.
If this were a low-tier Cultivation World, he’d already be giving the protagonist a system with his eyes closed.
But alas, this is the Primordial Era.
After cultivating for a while, Nezha decided to head out and learn about Jie Sect’s Arrays. The sheer strength of Lady Sanxiao’s Nine Curves Yellow River Formation needed no elaboration.
Nezha was determined to beco a well-rounded Immortal with no weaknesses.
As soon as he stepped outside his residence, he could hear the distant sounds of mahjong tiles clinking from the courtyard.
"Nine of Circles."
"Three of Ten Thousands."
The group playing mahjong noticed Nezha’s arrival. Yunxiao appeared a bit embarrassed, while the others kept their eyes fixed on the tiles, fully imrsed in the ga.
Yunxiao’s eyes glimred, and Shangqing Magic Power flowed through her fingertips as she gently tapped the table, instantly scrambling all the mahjong tiles.
Bixiao let out an imdiate cry, "Big Sis, what are you doing! I was about to win!"
" too!" No Brainer Qiongxiao chid in indignantly. "I could feel this round was mine!"
Win, my foot. If Zhao Gongming lost, it was purely intentional. If No Brainer and Unhappy lost, it was just because they were bad at the ga.
It’s fair to say they were both utterly awful but totally loved playing.
The siblings’ collective finances were managed by Yunxiao, who was undoubtedly the brains of the group. As the eldest brother, Zhao Gongming received a larger share for the sake of his reputation and autonomy outside the ho.
The remaining portion constituted the cultivation resources for the Sanxiao sisters. Yunxiao, who understandably knew her younger sisters’ tendencies, held onto these resources herself, distributing them to her sisters like an adult doling out pocket money to children.
Enough for cultivation, but if you thought about splurging?
Sorry, not an option.
Currently, Yunxiao had just about recovered the millennium’s worth of cultivation resources she allocated to her two sisters!
Adding Zhao Gongming’s intentionally lost rounds to the mix, Yunxiao now held a solid eighty percent of the family’s wealth.
She first returned all of Zhao Gongming’s losses to him, then distributed just a sliver of "pocket money" to No Brainer and Unhappy.
Qiongxiao instantly protested, "Sister, why does Big Brother get all his losses back, while my share and Second Sister’s are so small?"
Yunxiao replied calmly, "As a male cultivator and an Outer Disciple, our brother has social obligations to maintain. What expenses could you two possibly have outside of cultivation?"
Standing by, Zhao Gongming grinned sheepishly without saying a word.
Watching this scene unfold, Nezha was struck by a familiar sense of déjà vu—like seeing Lady Yin all over again.
"Alright, you’ve played long enough. Go back to your cultivation," Yunxiao ordered.
No Brainer and Unhappy were just about to argue when Yunxiao swept her large, commanding eyes over them. The two imdiately fell silent, pouting as they retreated.
As they passed Nezha, they sent him a quick voice transmission: "Don’t do anything fun without us while we’re in seclusion, okay? Wait till we’re out!"
Yunxiao waved her hand, tidying up the mahjong tiles.
When Nezha sat down, he put away the tiles.
Yunxiao asked with a hint of reproach, "Daoist Li, I wonder if my brother’s Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearls can truly be repaired?"
"Rest assured, Sister Yunxiao," Nezha replied confidently. "I guarantee that the Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearls will be returned to Brother Zhao intact in due ti."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming bead with joy and assured them he wasn’t in a rush—it could take as long as needed.
That was until Yunxiao silenced him with a piercing look, forcing him to retreat to heal his injuries and cultivate.
Turning back to Nezha, Yunxiao asked, "Brother Li, you’ve done us such a great favor—how can we siblings ever repay you?"
Understanding Yunxiao’s intent, Nezha politely responded, "Sister Yunxiao, it’s said that the Jie Sect’s accomplishnts in Arrays are unrivaled in the Primordial Era. As one of its foremost experts, might I humbly request so guidance from you?"
This wasn’t an unreasonable request. Though she couldn’t teach Jie Sect’s secrets, Yunxiao could share her own insights into Arrays.
Moreover, as a fan of Nuwa, she naturally cared a bit more for Nezha.
Thus began Yunxiao’s "cloud teaching mode"—a thod she typically used on her two younger sisters.
No Brainer and Unhappy had decent innate talent but were incorrigibly playful. Cultivation?
"With a sister as powerful as Big Sis, why do I need to cultivate?"
"Let the good tis roll!"
Of course, Yunxiao couldn’t let the pair continue down this path of idleness. So she developed a cloud teaching mode, pulling them along with brute force and leveraging countless "acquired" Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to eventually elevate one to Taiyi Golden Immortal and the other to Golden Immortal.
Frankly, without Magical Treasures, the duo would probably get defeated by Lv Yue alone.
Now Nezha experienced this teaching mode firsthand. The lessons were indeed impeccable, and Yunxiao’s authoritative presence reminded him of his old horoom teacher from a past life, hitting just the right nerve.
He finally understood why Bixiao and Qiongxiao feared Yunxiao—she gave off major "big sister as lifelong horoom teacher" energy, and there was no escaping it.
Yunxiao, on the other hand, felt a strong sense of resonance. From her perspective, Nezha seed even younger than Bixiao and Qiongxiao, his appearance quite captivating. However, his intelligence far exceeded her two sisters combined.
For the first ti, she realized that teaching soone wasn’t always painful.
While Nezha refined his knowledge of Arrays here, things over in Xiqi weren’t quiet either.
Both sides had gathered near Chuanyun Pass for a battle.
The Shang Army boasted a group of Independent Immortals, each reasonably capable but now swaggering under Shen Gongbao’s manipulation.
anwhile, in the Zhou Army, Jiang Ziya was joined by not only the Third Generation Disciples of the Chan Sect but also a Daoist clad in a yellow Daoist robe, wielding a treasure sword—none other than Master Huang Long of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
As one of the most famously impoverished figures across the multiverse, Huang Long grudgingly accepted his teacher’s command. He thought, "I don’t even have a disciple to send to help, let alone any Magical Treasures to pass on! What am I supposed to teach?"
But his teacher’s orders couldn’t be ignored. After much deliberation, he decided to co in person since others sent disciples, so he might as well show up himself.
Old Jiang, unaware of his senior brother’s misfortunes, was moved upon seeing him. "Senior Brother Huang Long is such a good person!"
When he spotted Shen Gongbao atop the city wall, he was even more emotional. "Shen Gongbao! My dear junior brother!"
Jiang Ziya always felt guilty about the war against Shang, but now that Shen Gongbao—a hundred tis more capable than him—had chosen Yin Shang, it was as if his junior brother were redeeming him. "I...I could cry."
This resulted in an odd standoff during the confrontation. Jiang Ziya’s eyes reddened with sincere emotion as he gazed up at Shen Gongbao on the city wall.
His reaction left Shen Gongbao completely dumbfounded. "Aren’t you supposed to hate for stopping your ambitions? Why are you looking at with such heartfelt gratitude? If this weren’t the battlefield, would you co up here and give a big hug?"
After so thought, Shen Gongbao concluded Jiang Ziya was faking it. With a mocking grin, he sneered, "Senior Brother, long ti no see! I’ve taken over your old position as the State Preceptor. How does it feel, hahaha!"
The subtext being: "I’ve stolen your job. Are you mad yet?"
But Jiang Ziya interpreted it differently:
Surface tone: Mockery.
Underlying sentint: "Senior Brother, I’ve replaced you to better assist Yin Shou. Don’t worry, I’ve got this!"
Struggling to suppress his overwhelming emotions, Jiang Ziya played along, fearing Shen Gongbao might slip up and reveal his true intent. "King Zhou is tyrannical, Grandmaster Wen swept away the Taiping Saint Sect, and the Western Zhou aligns with the Heavenly Mandate. Shang is destined to fall."
There it was—the right tone at last.
Shen Gongbao ntally scoffed, "If you keep looking at with those eyes, I won’t even know how to respond anymore."
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