A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 640

“No,” the Great Immortal Yangmei immediately objected, saying, “That’s not fair.”

"How is it unfair?" asked the Hongjun Ancestor.

Yangmei Daxian said, "It's only a day. If he only cultivates what you taught him and not what I taught him, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Hongjun Patriarch asked again.

The Great Immortal Yangmei stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said, "It's not enough to just impart our true essence to him. How about this, we impose our own teachings on him and give him a day to digest them? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Potato exclaimed in horror, "No, seniors! If you were to force all the knowledge you have acquired into my body, how could I possibly bear it?"

Hongjun Patriarch laughed and said, "What are you afraid of in front of Yangmei Immortal? Don't forget that he is the ruler of space."

His words had a double meaning: he was telling Potato to seize the opportunity, and he was also reminding Master Yangmei to help people to the end and see things through to the end.

“Young man,” said the Great Immortal with raised eyebrows, “although your physique is very special, neither human nor inhuman, in order to compete with the Ancestor, I have no choice but to ask you to make do.”

Before Potato could even react, the Great Immortal Yangmei flicked his finger, injecting a ball of spiritual energy into Potato's body...

Potato shuddered, startled, but then overjoyed. He quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

Before a day had passed, Potato opened his eyes, bowed to the Great Immortal Yangmei who was staring at him, and said, "Thank you for your grace, senior. I am deeply grateful."

The Immortal with High Eyebrows nodded and asked, "Young man, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Upon hearing this, Potato replied, "It feels alright."

Hongjun Patriarch laughed and said, "Yangmei, I was right! This kid is definitely a rare genius among rare geniuses. No matter what kind of Taoist magic or martial arts he uses, whether it's the speed of cultivation or the improvement of his cultivation level, no one can match him. So, are you convinced now?"

Yangmei Daxian nodded and said, "This kid is indeed a rare talent. Ancestor, I actually saw through your little scheme a long time ago. Never mind, you can leave now!"

Hongjun, the Old Ancestor, stroked his beard and chuckled, "Yangmei, don't you want to?"

Currently, Potato has not only mastered the laws of immortality but also the laws of space. Even if he only has a superficial understanding, he's not worried, because once his internal martial arts automatic upgrade system is activated, his cultivation will gradually improve without any strenuous practice. Of course, it's unrealistic to expect to start from zero and quickly reach the highest level; after all, upgrading requires a process.

Because potatoes are extraordinary second lives, therefore, the improvement of potatoes' cultivation level is naturally also the improvement of extraordinary cultivation level.

“Yang Mei, don’t you want to see the result?” asked the Hongjun Ancestor.

The Great Immortal with Raised Eyebrows said, "For me, the result is no longer important."

Hongjun Patriarch said, "Very well then! Yangmei, I'll come and meet you another day."

After Hongjun Laozu and Tudou left, Yangmei Daxian frowned and wondered to himself, "Just who is this kid?"

The Great Immortal Yangmei was completely baffled. After a long while, he shook his head, then tore open a space and went inside.

"Ancestor, where are we going now?"

"Go find the Time Master."

As they spoke, deep within the endless void, a golden sun hung in the vast expanse, its light radiant and dazzling.

“That is the Time Daoist,” said the Hongjun Ancestor, looking at the rising sun.

Upon hearing this, Potato was stunned for a moment. He quickly focused his gaze and could vaguely see a person sitting in the center of the rising sun. As he got closer, he saw a Taoist priest holding a blue stone plate in his hands, sitting in the depths of the endless void. His whole body was radiating a golden light, and from a distance, he looked just like a masculine rising sun.

No wonder Potato didn't see anything amiss at first; it was simply because his cultivation level was too low. Although he had now broken through the Harmony Realm and entered the God Realm, he was truly insignificant in front of the Chaos Gods like Hongjun Ancestor.

"Young man, the Time Daoist's personality is very eccentric. You'd better be prepared. You can now refer to yourself as a minor deity and no longer need to call yourself a junior," Hongjun Ancestor instructed.

Potato didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently said "Oh," and then said, "Okay... I understand."

Suddenly, the golden light emanating from the Time Daoist vanished abruptly. He then rose and walked through the air to meet him, laughing loudly, "Hahahaha, Ancestor, what wind is blowing today?"

This person's voice was extremely weathered, yet full of the passage of time. With each step he took, the air seemed to distort, as if the power of time was surging and the years were echoing.

Before the man even arrived, Potato began to tremble all over, as if his feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move. A sense of inexplicable fear welled up from the depths of his heart, as if death was imminent. He quickly channeled his inner energy to resist, and at the same time, he thought in alarm, "This person is incredibly powerful. The aura he exudes is already so formidable. I wonder what terrifying realm his cultivation has reached."

Hongjun Laozu glanced at Tudou, and Tudou immediately felt the powerful aura surrounding him vanish, allowing him to move freely.

“Of course it’s a southeast wind,” Hongjun Patriarch laughed.

"Nonsense, it's clearly the northwest wind!" Daoist Shichen shouted sharply, as if rebuking Ancestor Hongjun for his incorrect answer, but then he smiled and said, "Ancestor, it seems like it's been quite a while since we last met! How have you been?"

Hongjun Patriarch laughed and said, "Thanks to your good fortune, everything is fine!"

The Time Daoist seemed very pleased with these words and laughed heartily, "That's good, that's good. I thought you and that old Taoist priest Wu Xing were both dead in the last fight!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun Laozu feigned anger and scolded, "Shichen, can't you say something nice? Why do you always bring up the most awkward things?"

"Hahaha, you can keep listening as long as you like. That's just how I am. You've known me for a long time." Master Shichen laughed loudly.

Hongjun Laozu shook his head and smiled, saying, "Alright, I'm relieved to see you're still alive."

The conversation between these two chaotic demons shocked Potato, who was standing to the side. Judging from their words, it seemed as if they had fought a great battle with someone.

“Nonsense,” Shichen Daoren said irritably, “Even if you all die, I will not die.”

"Keep blowing, I'm listening!" Hongjun Patriarch said with a smug tone. "If you're really that powerful, you don't need to call Yangmei for help."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Shichen blushed, feeling as if someone had caught him red-handed. He quickly waved his hand and scolded, "Alright, alright, chatting with you is really boring. I'm asking you, who is this person? I've never seen him before."