"Isn't it just a thousand celestial soldiers? Is there a need to be so precious?”
Long Ji placed a green commander's seal in Zhang Fan's hand as he coldly harrumphed with an unpleasant expression.
The commander's seal of the celestial heavens was not only a symbol of troop mobilization, it was also a spatial spiritual treasure.
It was divided into four grades: purple, gold, green, and white. The lowest grade, white, could accommodate 500 Heavenly soldiers.
And this green Commander Tally could hold up to 3,000 Heavenly Soldiers.
"As for those craftsmen, they're all living in the west courtyard. Bi Zhen is also waiting there!”
Seeing that Long Ji didn't deliberately delay, although he looked unhappy, he still obediently handed the item over to him.
Zhang Fan's impression of Long Ji instantly improved. At the very least, Long Ji wasn't the kind of person who would pester others.
Since everyone was here, Zhang Fan didn't stay any longer. He handed the Saturn Peach to Bi Zhen and led everyone to the lower realm.
In the Wilderness, in the residence of the new Sikong.
An elder youth with a face full of stubble looked at the Daoist in front of him and fell into deep thought.
"Exalted Immortal Guang Chengzi, are you saying that you want to take me as your disciple?”
The older youth's brain was a little lacking. He still knew who Guang Chengzi was.
Starting from the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, every human ruler would acknowledge him as their master.
Although this Exalted Immortal Guang Chengzi was a scum in terms of internal affairs, he had already become synonymous with the emperor's teacher.
The meaning of this was different. Guang Chengzi accepting a disciple meant that he had half a foot on the throne of the Human Emperor!
Therefore, when Guang Chengzi proposed to take him as a disciple, he was stunned.
"That's right. I see that you're talented and intelligent, and your foundation is extraordinary. I want to take you as my disciple!”
Guang Chengzi stroked his beard with a smile. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, making him look like a sage-like man.
Beside Guang Chengzi, the Taoists of different appearances glared at him.
However, Chan School was the most particular about rules. Since Guang Chengzi had spoken, they could only wait.
Otherwise, if the rumors of internal strife between the disciples of the Saints spread, Primordial Heaven Supreme would definitely not like it.
At that time, even if he obtained the position of emperor teacher and lost his teacher's favor, the gains would not make up for the losses.
"Slow down, slow down. Fellow Cultivator Guang Chengzi, what you are doing is not right!”
Before the young man could answer, a voice filled with joy sounded.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a golden cloud floating over from the west. On it were two men in yellow Daoist robes.
One of them had a big belly, and his robe was bulging. The corners of his mouth cracked into a smile.
The other person was two meters tall and skinny like a bamboo pole.
"I'm Maitreya of the Western Sect. This is my senior brother, Apothecary. Greetings, senior brothers of the Chan School and Sikong Yu!”
The smiley fatty was the future Maitreya Buddha. However, the Western Religious Sect had yet to become a Buddhist Sect and was still a part of the Dao Sect.
Although the people of Chan School were unhappy, they still bowed back without delay.
"So it's Maitreya and Apothecary. Yu greets the two great sages.”
The young man was the last emperor of the human race, Yu!
However, Yu was only the Sikong of the human race and was in charge of water conservancy matters.
"The two of us heard that Sikong wanted to control the flood, so we came to help Sikong!”
As he spoke, Maitreya took out a yellow pouch. Apothecary flipped his palm and a golden lotus throne floated in his palm.
"This treasure is called the Man Bell Bag, and it can accommodate ten thousand people. The ninth-grade Golden Lotus Stage can suppress the flood!”
Hearing Maitreya's introduction, Yu's eyes immediately lit up.
Ever since ancient times, the water vapor in the world had risen, and the continuous rain had already brewed endless floods.
Every year, because of floods, countless tribes were destroyed and countless clansmen died.
Yu's father, Jing, was killed by Emperor Shun because he failed to control the flood.
Although Yu had already found a way to control the flood, it could not be completed overnight.
During this period of time, the human race would still be threatened by the flood.
However, things were different with the Human Race Bag and the ninth-grade Golden Lotus Platform.
At the very least, when the flood occurred, they could move the affected tribes out as soon as possible and reduce their losses.
"Fellow Daoists, you are indeed very capable!"
Guang Chengzi's face darkened. He also had the two water-control treasures that Sage Taiqing had given him.
However, Guang Chengzi was prepared to give it to Yu in the name of his master after Yu acknowledged him as his master.
But now that the two from the Western Religious Sect had made such a move, if he did not show it, wouldn't he be inferior to others?
If he couldn't win against two outsiders, what was the point of being the fifth generation emperor teacher?
Thinking of this, Guang Chengzi could only take out an axe and a staff and place them in front of Yu.
"Yu, these two treasures were refined by my Taiqing Martial Uncle in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. This Mountain Splitting Axe can split mountains and break rocks without fail.
And this Wishful Divine Needle can be long or short. It can help you measure the depth of the water and even stabilize the waves. I'll give it to you!”
After saying that, Guang Chengzi glanced at the Maitreya Apothecary provocatively. If you have the ability, you can give it to me too!
The smile on Maitreya's face froze.
This is all I have on me, why would I give you a hammer!
"This, this, this, I won't accept a reward without merit. How can I do this?”
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