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Unlike the tarnished reputation of the Yin-Yang Saint Son Ji Baxiao, when Qin Ruyan spoke these words in her own name, countless cultivators had no doubts at all—they all believed her wholeheartedly.

After all, Qin Ruyan’s reputation was worth its weight in gold; her credibility was like a shining banner!

Any news that came from her mouth, hardly anyone in the Central Region would doubt it!

As the truth behind the destruction of Taichu Holy Land came to light, the tides of public opinion shifted almost instantly.

“That’s the voice of Saintess Qin; still sounds as lovely as ever~”

“Hey, hey, hey, is that really the point? The point is the information she revealed!”

“Unbelievable! The Taichu Holy Master turned out to be this kinda scum! We used to think of him as the beacon of the righteous path!”

“Ugh, that old fool is a shame to the righteous path!”

“So that’s why my master’s disappearance was on his watch! Damn it, give me back my master’s life!”

“The Taichu Holy Land couldn’t stay standing; karma just won’t allow it!”

“Thankfully, there was an unparalleled expert who stepped in and halted this disaster!”

“Eh, as cultivators of the righteous path, who would’ve thought we ended up being saved by the master of a demon lord?”

“It was Senior Ye who showed up…”

During this time, countless cultivators in the Central Region mumbled the name “Senior Ye” with great reverence, all awestruck by this mysterious figure wielding the forces of heaven and earth.

The name of Senior Ye echoed across the one hundred and eight states of the Central Region!

Everyone knew him!

In contrast, over at the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground, Ji Baxiao was so frustrated he could almost spit blood.

“Why is that? My words are disbelieved, but you take Qin Ruyan’s words as gospel? Is my credibility really that bad?”

Saying this, he turned to the middle-aged man in the black and white robe standing behind him, wearing an odd expression, and vented,

“Master, don’t you think I deserve some sympathy here?”

The Yin-Yang Lord fell silent for a moment, and under Ji Baxiao’s expectant gaze, he reluctantly managed to utter one word,

“Unjust!”

Hearing this,

Ji Baxiao felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his face displaying a touch of gratitude, “Master, I knew you were on my side.”

“Haha, you’re my chosen Saint Son, of course I believe you.” The Yin-Yang Lord smiled, though it seemed a bit forced.

Deep down, he was thinking, “Seriously, it’s your own fault for always talking without thinking! Every time you open your mouth out there and start boasting, it’s like making truths sound like lies!”

At this moment,

Ji Baxiao let out a helpless sigh, “Ah, after this incident, I finally get it.”

“Prejudice in people’s hearts is like a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can’t hope to shift it…”

Hearing this, the Yin-Yang Lord silently turned around.

You’re on your own with that performance!

Let’s be real; if it weren’t for Ji Baxiao’s deep understanding of Yin-Yang principles and being the strongest of the younger generation in the Sacred Ground, the Yin-Yang Lord wouldn’t have wanted to pick such a weirdo as a Saint Son.

Over these years, this guy’s various antics had not only tarnished his own reputation but also that of the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground, making it the most low-key Undying force in the Central Region.

“Hey, hey, hey, Master, why are you turning away? Are you even listening to me?” Ji Baxiao’s voice rang out, filled with curiosity.

“Hmm, I was savoring your words; they’re quite insightful!” The Yin-Yang Lord turned back, his face serious.

“Ha ha, as expected, Master understands me!”

“By the way, serious business—have you met Senior Ye? What kind of person is he?”

The Yin-Yang Lord quickly changed the topic, a grave look on his face.

Regarding the absolute powerhouse currently trending in the Central Region, the Yin-Yang Lord was eager to learn more.

Truth is, he felt a bit lost; he used to be a top-tier powerhouse in the Central Region, but after the changes in the world, he couldn’t afford to slack off for a second, always striving to seize opportunities to train and advance.

Just a few days ago, he had broken through to the fifth level of the Profound Immortal realm, feeling quite proud and lofty, almost like he was at the forefront of the era.

In his view, the Profound Immortal realm was the ceiling of the Central Region.

And then what happened?

A mysterious young man from the Eastern Domain shattered that illusion.

That guy was straight-up an Immortal King; compared to him, he was just a big bug!

Yeah, feeling pretty defeated over that!

So, the Yin-Yang Lord wanted to dig up more information about the Senior Ye, figuring if he met him later on, he could play it smart.

“Hey, Master, you just asked the right person!”

“There’s no one who knows Senior Ye better than I do!”

Ji Baxiao slapped his chest, taking a deep breath as he looked into the Yin-Yang Lord’s eager eyes, then began spilling the beans like a bamboo tube pouring out beans:

“He’s a handsome, charming, suave, and gallant man who’s loved by all—good-looking and powerful beyond measure!”

“You…”

The Yin-Yang Lord’s lips twitched, his face turning purple; the thought of appointing a new Saint Son hit a peak right then.

“Master, you know me, I’m always just speaking the truth.” Ji Baxiao said earnestly.

“Forget it, asking you was like asking a wall!”

The Yin-Yang Lord scowled, furious, and turned to leave, already pondering new candidates for the Saint Son.

“Hey, actually, many people don’t know I tried to have Senior Ye be my godfather…”

Whoosh!

Hearing this, the Yin-Yang Lord immediately vanished and reappeared right in front of Ji Baxiao, gripping his shoulders tightly, breathing heavily, with blazing eyes:

“You—you mean you tried to have that Senior Ye be your godfather?!!”

The Yin-Yang Lord could hardly fathom that his own Saint Son had the gall to call the Senior Ye his godfather—this was monumental news for the entire Sacred Ground!

After all, with an Immortal King backing the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground in the future, that was a game changer!

Before Ji Baxiao could continue, the Yin-Yang Lord was already grinning widely, patting his head,

“Oh wow, you’re the smartest one in the whole Sacred Ground! You truly didn’t disappoint me! Ji Baxiao! You’re such a gem!”

“Um,”

“Uh, Master, just don’t get too excited for now.”

Ji Baxiao awkwardly added, “I did try to make Senior Ye my godfather, but he outright rejected me.”

As soon as these words left his mouth,

The air went completely silent.

From above, a few crows sounded off.

“What the heck, Master, are you okay?” Ji Baxiao stared in shock at the middle-aged man before him, seeing tendrils of smoke rising from his head.

The Yin-Yang Lord gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to slap this brat into the next dimension.

Couldn’t you just finish your thought?

Are you doing this on purpose?!

Honestly, that unparalleled Senior could never possibly take a person like you under his wing!

Guess I was overthinking it!

The Yin-Yang Lord decisively turned to leave, his mind now more set than ever on replacing the Saint Son.

Replace!

Absolutely must replace!

Even a pig would be better than this current guy!!

Suddenly, Ji Baxiao’s voice piped up again,

“Yeah, even though Senior Ye didn’t take me as his son, at least I have his disciple as a big brother, so it’s not a total loss, right?”

“Hm?!”

The Yin-Yang Lord halted in his tracks, slowly backing up to Ji Baxiao’s side, asking cautiously,

“You took the Red Demon as a big brother?”

Now the world knew that the Red Demon was Senior Ye’s disciple and had even greater prestige than before. If this guy had taken him as a big brother, that relationship would be a happy surprise for the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground.

“Not him.”

Ji Baxiao shook his head.

“Damn…” The Yin-Yang Lord couldn’t hold back anymore, veins popping on his forehead as he raised his hand, ready to slap him silly.

“I took his other disciple, Li Wujie, as a big brother—strong enough that even the Red Demon has been chopped down by him! His strength speaks for itself!”

In an instant, the Yin-Yang Lord’s hand froze in mid-air, just two centimeters from Ji Baxiao’s head.

“Is that true?”

“Absolutely no exaggeration!”

Ji Baxiao’s expression was exceptionally firm.

“Ha ha ha, I knew I didn’t misjudge you! You’re truly the prodigious child destined to revitalize our Yin-Yang Sacred Ground! When I step down, the position of Saint Master will be yours, Ji Baxiao!”

The Yin-Yang Lord beamed with joy, gently ruffling Ji Baxiao’s head as if the previous hostility had never existed.

“Rest assured, Master, I’m willing to go through fire and water for the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground!”

“Good, very good!”

Looking at the friendly smile of the Yin-Yang Lord,

Ji Baxiao couldn’t shake off the feeling that just now his head was chillingly cold, as if he’d almost danced on the edge of the underworld.

Just a misconception?

 

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