122: Chapter 122 This is what you call prestigious 122: Chapter 122 This is what you call prestigious Du Ni stepped forward and said, “Great Saint, since County Chief Lu and Immortal He are so severely injured, it might be best to recuperate for a few days in the Southern Continent.”

“I’ve just made a breakthrough, I need to go into closed-door cultivation.

Let’s still stay in the Southern Continent for a few days.” Lu Dongbin also said.

He was now on the verge of stepping into the realm of a Heavenly Venerate and wanted to solidify his cultivation, cement his current realm, and then make a final push to completely enter the Heavenly Venerate level.

Sun Wukong glanced at Du Ni and nodded, saying, “That’s fine, lead the way.”

With Du Ni leading the way, the Xuanyu Sect turned out to be not far from Mount Changyang, just a few hundred miles away.

Throughout it all, Sun Wukong did not glance at the people from the Buddhist Sect.

They were just a bunch of youngsters; he was not so low as to go looking for trouble with these people.

Fawu also breathed a sigh of relief; he truly feared Sun Wukong swinging his cudgel their way.

With their strength, there was no way they could have defended against it.

Arriving at the Xuanyu Sect, it turned out to be a Sect of women; throughout the entire Sect, there were only women.

Du Ni suddenly knelt in front of Lu Dongbin, excitedly saying, “I pay my respects to my mentor.”

A group of people were all somewhat surprised, staring at Lu Dongbin with odd expressions.

This Sect was actually founded by Lu Dongbin?

This flirtatious Immortal was too indecent.

Sun Wukong walked over, patted Lu Dongbin on the shoulder, and exclaimed, “Old Sun admires you.”

Lu Dongbin, clearly understanding everyone’s gaze, said with a wry smile, “Could you not think of me in such a disreputable light?

Du Ni was just a poor soul I saved thousands of years ago.

Seeing her potential, I imparted some Immortal Dao to her.

I never expected that she would cultivate to the level of a Celestial Immortal and even establish the Xuanyu Sect.”

Du Ni said excitedly, “After becoming an Immortal, in gratitude for my teacher’s compassion, I established the Xuanyu Sect.

It shelters all the orphaned and helpless girls of the world, raising them, teaching them Immortal Technique, so they can have some ability to fend for themselves between heaven and earth.”

Fan Yao asked somewhat perplexedly, “Why did you never speak of your mentor when I asked about your lineage?”

Looking at Fan Yao apologetically, Du Ni said somewhat embarrassingly, “When my teacher imparted Immortal Law to me, he never said he was taking me as his disciple.

I did not know what my teacher meant, so I dared not claim to be his disciple.”

Now it all made sense, and Fan Yao understood her friend’s predicament.

Du Ni looked up timidly at Lu Dongbin and said, “Only today, upon seeing my teacher, did I realize that the one who taught me Immortal Technique was none other than Ancestor Lu.

I presumptuously called you my teacher; you won’t mind, will you?”

Lu Dongbin gave a faint smile and said, “Silly child, why would I mind?

You truly are excellent.

To hear you call me ‘teacher,’ I couldn’t be happier.

How could I be upset?”

As he spoke, Lu Dongbin expressed some regret, “These years must have been hard on you.

When I taught you the Immortal Law, I honestly didn’t expect you to cultivate to Immortality; I just wanted you to have the ability to protect yourself.

I didn’t expect you to come this far.

You must have suffered a great deal over the years.”

Du Ni quickly shook her head, saying firmly, “Disciple did not suffer.

If I had not met my teacher, I would probably have starved to death in the mortal world long ago.”

“Old Lu, why don’t you formally take this disciple today?” Sun Wukong suddenly interjected.

Lu Dongbin nodded and said, “Having a Celestial Immortal disciple, of course, I don’t mind.

However, as a teacher, I am only a Celestial Immortal myself, which may be a disservice to you.”

Du Ni did not feel slighted at all; this had been her long-cherished wish for many years.

Seeing Lu Dongbin agree, she quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Dongbin, saying excitedly, “I pay respects to my teacher.”

Lu Dongbin lifted her up.

He searched himself but didn’t manage to pull out anything.

Lu Dongbin looked towards Sun Wukong with an embarrassed face.

Sun Wukong glanced at him and said indifferently, “Old Sun is even poorer than you; don’t look to me for this.”

Lu Dongbin, still feeling awkward, said, “Great Saint, I was hoping you might ask the Queen Mother of the West for a few peaches of immortality.

One, to heal my wounds, and two, to help solidify my disciple’s Dao Foundation.

She has cultivated on her own, and each realm has some flaws.”

Sun Wukong’s eyes widened.

Ask the Queen Mother of the West for peaches of immortality?

And several?

The last time he was able to swindle some peaches of immortality, it was because the Queen Mother of the West had expectations of him, and there wouldn’t be a next time.

Du Ni was tempted, as she had only heard of those peaches but had never tasted them.

While Celestial Immortals were indeed very powerful, not all Celestial Immortals were qualified to attend the Peach Banquet.

Sun Wukong said irritably, “Do you think the Queen Mother of the West is my father or my mother?

Why should she give me peaches just because I ask for them?

If you’re asking for some ginsengfruit, Old Sun might have been able to do that since Zhenyuan is my elder brother.”

“Ginsengfruit is not out of the question,” Du Ni replied.

Lu Dongbin’s eyes shone with surprise.

The effects of ginsengfruit were even better than those of the nine-thousand-year peaches, and they were even more precious.

However, ginsengfruit were only available at the Wuzhuang Temple, and their number was far too limited.

Even he had not had the chance to enjoy one, let alone Du Ni.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.

Old Lu’s skin was getting thicker and thicker.

“Forget it, Old Sun will give it a try this once, but don’t get your hopes up.”

Sun Wukong counted the people present, joined his hands in a seal, and began to pray to the Queen Mother of the West.

After doing all this, Sun Wukong cast an Immortal Technique to send a message to Zhenyuan.

A group of people looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, all waiting for the result.

An hour passed quickly, and Sun Wukong’s face turned slightly red.

He said, annoyed, “It’s all your fault.

Now Old Sun has lost all face.”

Lu Dongbin was also quite embarrassed.

He had not expected Sun Wukong to fail.

He prepared to apologize to Sun Wukong, after all, it was his fault that he had lost face.

Just then, a phoenix cry echoed from above the Vault of Heaven.

The Bluebird arrived and landed before them, a basket in her beak, which she placed in front of Sun Wukong and the others before taking flight and leaving.

“Bluebird, don’t you want to rest a while?

Why such a rush to leave?”

Sun Wukong called out.

However, the Bluebird flew away even faster, as if afraid that Sun Wukong would keep her there.

No sooner had the Bluebird left than two Daoist Boys arrived.

“Qingfeng, Mingyue, what brings you here?” Sun Wukong asked, surprised.

The two of them also held two trays, covered in brocade.

Upon opening them, inside were six little figures that looked the same.

Ginsengfruit.

Everyone recognized them.

“Uncle Master, our master received your message and personally picked six ginsengfruit, commanding us to deliver them,” they said.

This was what it meant to have face.

Even Lu Dongbin’s look towards Sun Wukong changed, and he really wanted to shout, “Great Saint, you’re awesome!”

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows.

He was surprised but not particularly shocked, and accepted them.

“Please thank my brother for me,” he said.

Qingfeng and Mingyue bowed and then left.

At this time, Lu Dongbin opened the basket brought by the Bluebird.

It contained six peaches of immortality, all of the nine-thousand-year variety.