UGB Chapter 18 Grandpa Zhao
Chapter 18 Grandpa Zhao
Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, chest puffed out, his expression extremely arrogant. His aura emanated from him, vast and boundless, soaring straight into the sky.
In an instant, the sky changed color, dark clouds gathered, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, a dense and unsettling sight. Within the clouds, purple lightning bolts streaked and danced, covering a thousand miles in an instant, their flashes turning the world white.
Zhao Gongming looked down at the giant spirit god he had slapped away, his gaze deep, and slowly spoke.
"Giant Spirit God, you have offended me, Master Zhao, and disrespected me. This is a disgrace to the Daoist sect! Disrespecting the Daoist sect is disrespecting my Jie Sect, my master, and my senior uncle! Can you bear the consequences?"
The sound resounded across the sea, as if falling from the heavens, like rolling thunder, deafening and deafening.
The giant spirit had just struggled to his feet when he heard these words, and his face turned deathly pale. He felt an immense force pressing down on him, and his back involuntarily bent lower and lower, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.
There is a world of difference between a True Immortal and a Great Luo Golden Immortal; they are not even on the same level. In fact, it can be said that they are not in the same dimension, nor do they share the same essence.
The giant spirit struggled to raise his head, large beads of sweat rolling down his face. Under this oppressive force, he could feel his bones cracking and his armor showing cracks, as if he were about to be crushed by an invisible hand.
He steeled himself and looked at Zhao Gongming, his features contorted with pain, gritting his teeth as he said, "The Heavenly Emperor is the ruler of the Three Realms. I will certainly report your actions to him!"
"Even if Haotian himself came today, it wouldn't make a difference! That's what I, Uncle Zhao, say!"
Zhao Gongming became increasingly arrogant, his voice echoing throughout the surrounding area.
Above the sky, the oppressive force intensified, pressing heavily upon the giant spirit god.
Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves billowing, and even the fierce wind couldn't stir a single hair at his temples. He seemed to have transformed into the master of heaven and earth, able to manipulate the celestial phenomena at will, and every move he made resonated with the heavens and earth.
Instantly, that immense pressure pressed down directly.
boom!
A fierce wind arose, sweeping wildly in all directions.
Under this oppressive force, the giant spirit's armor shattered, and he was pressed into the ground, lying prostrate in the mud, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his back. Even raising his head was a luxury, let alone speaking.
"Today, I, Uncle Zhao, am in charge, and no one can change my mind!"
Zhao Gongming looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his expression disdainful, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
Today, this giant spirit dares to offend me, Uncle Zhao! Even if the Heavenly Emperor himself came, what could a sage do? I will never back down, not in this lifetime!
He was filled with boundless pride, and his divine sense quietly spread out, probing towards the Heavenly Court—to see if Haotian was still there.
His divine sense swept across the sky, then suddenly paused.
He sensed an aura rapidly approaching, its power overwhelming and unstoppable.
Zhao Gongming was slightly taken aback: Why does this aura feel so familiar?
Before he could figure out who it was, a voice descended from the sky—vast, profound, and seemingly coming down from the heavens.
"Uncle Zhao?"
Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.
That voice... it was none other than Haotian!
Zhao Gongming's pupils contracted slightly.
As soon as the words were spoken, a person appeared in the sky in an instant.
The young man, dressed in imperial robes and wearing a crown, stood in mid-air. His face held a half-smile, yet every gesture exuded an aura of imperial authority, radiating power without anger.
The moment he appeared, the gale suddenly subsided, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the overwhelming pressure vanished as if nothing had ever happened.
Heaven and earth have returned to clarity.
The giant spirit god, feeling as if granted a pardon, quickly rose and respectfully knelt before the youth: "This humble god greets the Heavenly Emperor!"
The person who arrived was none other than Haotian.
He arrived through the air, not even glancing at the Giant Spirit God, and coldly uttered a single sentence: "Go back to Heaven and receive your punishment."
His tone was calm, yet his words left no room for argument.
The giant spirit trembled, dared not say a word, kowtowed in agreement, and stumbled as it flew toward the Heavenly Court.
Haotian then turned his gaze to Zhao Gongming.
"Uncle Zhao?"
He walked slowly forward, his aura subtly emanating from his body.
Zhao Gongming's heart skipped a beat as he keenly sensed the unusual aura emanating from Haotian, which seemed to be like a chaotic god or demon, and had an unspeakable connection with some forbidden existence beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens and in the endless chaos.
Too supreme.
It seems to have endured countless eons without perishing, existing eternally.
The Daoist principles contained within are extremely vast and profound, beyond comprehension.
Zhao Gongming froze on the spot, feeling a chill run down his spine, as if his scalp was about to explode. He keenly sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Haotian, an aura that could threaten his life.
My heart started beating a few beats faster.
Although that giant spirit god offended my Uncle Zhao, Haotian is, after all, my junior uncle, and now that he has come in person... I, Uncle Zhao, am not an unreasonable person.
The thought raced through my mind.
Seeing Haotian arrive through the air, Zhao Gongming didn't think twice and blurted out, "Junior Uncle, you can just call me Little Zhao."
Haotian paused slightly, his expression growing increasingly strange.
Xiao Zhao?
He looked at Zhao Gongming with complicated emotions, silently wondering if this was the legendary "law of true fragrance"?
Haotian approached Zhao Gongming, looking at him with a strange expression, and slowly began to speak: "Regarding the Giant Spirit God..."
"I am not an unreasonable person," Zhao Gongming quickly interjected, his expression sincere. "Since the Giant Spirit God has already received his due punishment, let's drop this matter."
Haotian nodded slowly.
He once again clearly recognized the universality of the "law of true fragrance"—it applies to all parts of the world, regardless of race, and is true everywhere.
Before Haotian could speak again, Zhao Gongming continued, a simple and honest smile spreading across his face: "I see that Junior Uncle has just established the Heavenly Court and is in dire need of capable people. As for my mount... I was just thinking of getting a new one. Junior Uncle, please take it back to the Heavenly Court. And these rare and precious materials are a gift from me to Junior Uncle as he ascends to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor."
As he spoke, he patted the black tiger beside him. The black tiger, quite sensibly, obediently walked to Haotian's side, its tail wagging happily.
Zhao Gongming's smile grew even more honest and simple.
He wondered to himself: After spouting so much nonsense, who knows when Haotian will arrive? Did he hear everything?
Although the Heavenly Court was newly established and everything needed to be rebuilt, the Jade Emperor was, after all, the ruler of the Heavenly Court personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and his seniority was undeniable. If those words had been overheard, it wouldn't have been a good thing.
The law of cause and effect, karma, is something countless people in the primordial world try to avoid. Zhao Gongming was no exception.
Of course, he was absolutely not afraid of Haotian's strength. He was the senior disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect, how could he possibly be afraid?
Well, absolutely not.
Haotian looked at Zhao Gongming at this moment and was even more confused.
This kid seems a bit different from the rumors. He's somewhat... well, he knows how to be pragmatic.
Those who understand the times are the wise ones.
He didn't stand on ceremony, nodded slightly, and said calmly, "Since that's the case, I'll reluctantly accept it."
Upon hearing this, the black tiger let out a low growl, seemingly reluctant to part, and glanced back at Zhao Gongming. Zhao Gongming pretended not to see it, looking up at the sky with a calm expression.
Haotian waved his hand, putting the black tiger and those rare treasures into his sleeve, and then glanced at Zhao Gongming.
"Little Zhao."
"Yes, what are your orders, Junior Uncle?" Zhao Gongming quickly replied.
"If any disciples of the Jie Sect are willing to come when the Heavenly Court recruits in the future, I would be most happy to welcome them." Haotian smiled slightly. "By the way, would you like to serve in my Heavenly Court? Any position below the Four Emperors is yours to choose from."
Zhao Gongming was taken aback for a moment, then clasped his hands and smiled, "Junior Uncle is joking. This matter is of great importance and requires the approval of our Master."
Seeing Zhao Gongming decline, Haotian said no more and turned to fly away.
Zhao Gongming watched Haotian leave before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
He touched his forehead and found a thin layer of sweat.
"Good heavens... this junior uncle is truly unfathomable."
He shook his head, glanced at the direction of his empty cave dwelling, and sighed.
My mount is gone, my treasure is gone, and it seems I haven't even managed to save face.
"Never mind," Zhao Gongming muttered to himself. "Just consider it a way to show respect to my junior uncle and make a good deed. Who knows, it might come in handy in the future."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeve, transformed into a streak of green light, and returned to Mount Emei.