Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Feeling that the opportunity to attain enlightenment was approaching, a difficult problem was placed in front of Yang Jiao.

After Yang Jiao ascended to the position of the headmaster, he has been committed to strengthening Jiejiao and improving his own strength. Seeing that he was about to attain enlightenment and become a saint, he did not even have a disciple under his seat.

When he attained enlightenment and became a saint, he would have to leave the prehistoric world. Who should be the leader of Jiejiao?

The succession also follows the rules. It can only be passed on to fellow disciples or the next generation, not to the elders of the sect.

The prestige of the next generation of leaders who inherit the position of leader from nephews and disciples will definitely not be very high.

In this way, the problem arises. Chen Jiugong, Yao Shaosi, and Mulanxian are not the top talents. They may not become great masters throughout their lives.

If one of the three of them is allowed to be the next headmaster, Jiejiao will undoubtedly go downhill.

Thinking of the issue of successors, Yang Jiao couldn't help but have a headache.

If Tongtian Sect Master urged him to accept disciples, he should not have refused in every possible way. Now, even if he accepted a disciple, he would not have enough time to train him.

In fact, Wu Dang Shengmu, Jin Hoop Fairy, Zhao Gongming, and Yun Xiao Fairy had been worried about this problem for a long time. But they saw that Yang Jiao had never made any mistakes in his work, so they did not raise this matter in front of Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao himself was not concerned, and Wu Dang Shengmu and others were confident enough in him, which led to the current situation.

"What are you worried about, Brother Master?"

Seeing Yang Jiao suddenly frowned, Chen Jiugong asked with concern.

"Yeah!"

Yang Jiao did not hide it as it was related to the inheritance of Jiejiao. He nodded and said truthfully.

"Brother, I am about to prove my truth."

As soon as these words came out, it was earth-shattering.

Chen Jiugong felt as if a thunder sounded in his ears, shaking his ears and making them buzz.

This news came too suddenly, and everyone in Jiejiao believed that Yang Jiao would have to endure several more kalpas if he wanted to prove his truth.

"Congratulations, Master. When Master proves his truth, our Jie Sect will be able to stand on equal footing with the Ren and Chan Sects."

When Chen Jiugong heard the news, his first reaction was great joy.

After Master Tongtian was imprisoned, Jie Sect lost a saint as its backer.

Under the premise that saints from other sects could not enter the prehistoric world, Jie Sect was still able to retain the dignity of a saintly sect. If one day, saints from other sects return, Jie Sect will no longer be able to maintain its current status.

However, after the joy, Chen Jiugong instantly realized what Yang Jiao was worried about. Yang Jiao was not worried about himself, but was worried about Jie Sect.

Understanding this, the excitement on Chen Jiugong's face disappeared.

"Master, I know your worries. There is no other great master in Jiejiao. If you become a saint, you have to leave the prehistoric world. At that time, Jiejiao will lose the protection of great masters. However, it is most important for you to prove your truth and become a saint. Please feel free to strive for the saint realm and don't worry about our sect."

It must be said that the relationship between brothers under the same teacher is much more reliable than the friendship between fellow disciples of the same sect.

Before the Conferred God Calamity, a considerable number of disciples in Jiejiao boasted about how deep the friendship between Jiejiao disciples was.

However, when the catastrophe came, everyone couldn't bear to see others doing well. Not only did they enter the catastrophe themselves, but they also tried every means to pull other brothers into the catastrophe.

On the battlefield, it was even more outrageous.

When disciples of the Chan Sect were captured, other disciples of the Chan Sect rushed to rescue them. When disciples of Jiejiao were captured, other disciples of Jiejiao would only say a few words of concern verbally, but they did not take any practical actions.

This kind of friendship is completely a plastic brotherhood, not real at all.

Chen Jiugong was able to put himself in Yang Jiao's shoes, which was the true performance of treating Yang Jiao as a fellow apprentice.

Yang Jiao looked at Chen Jiugong: "Junior brother, do you want to be the headmaster?"

Chen Jiugong was shocked when he heard this, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! To be the leader of my Jiejiao, you must at least have the cultivation of a quasi-saint. Junior brother asks himself, I am slightly inferior to Junior brother Yao in terms of realm. In terms of talent and achievements, Junior brother Yao is more suitable."

Chen Jiugong's words were of course evasive.

He and Yao Shaosi were equally talented, and neither was weaker than the other. However, he was worried that he could not shoulder the heavy responsibility of Jiejiao.

Yang Jiao knew that it was indeed not appropriate for Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi to serve as the leaders of Jiejiao at this time.

The cultivation, background, and luck of the two were not enough to support the foundation of Jiejiao.

"Forget it, I will find another way for you."

Seeing that Chen Jiugong disagreed, Yang Jiao did not force it.

In order to prove the truth with peace of mind and for the future of Jiejiao, he had to do something shamelessly.

Yang Jiao waved his hand and let Chen Jiugong leave, and he himself turned into a bubble and disappeared.

It turned out that this was just a clone of Yang Jiao, and his original body was still pretending to be Fang Yang in the world of destiny.

In the world of destiny, Yang Jiao was absorbing the power of merit in the space of heaven to increase his foundation. Suddenly, he received the feedback from the clone.

"Alas, since it is a matter of Xuanmen, of course I have to find the head of Xuanmen to solve it. I can't come up with anything to improve my footing here."

Yang Jiao quietly left the world of destiny, just as he quietly entered the world of destiny.

After leaving the world of destiny, he went straight to the chaos and went to the ancestor Hongjun.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to find where the ancestor Hongjun was. But he knew it very well.

At the space-time channel, three big men were watching the battle on Mount Xumi. Suddenly, the three of them sensed something at the same time and looked in the same direction.

"The leader of Jiejiao, what is he doing here?"

Sage Emperor Fuxi asked in confusion.

The divine light of heaven shone on Patriarch Hongjun, and he closed his eyes and began to calculate. After a snap of his fingers, a smile appeared on his face.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a clone walked out of his body, sank into the void, and disappeared.

Yang Jiao had only rushed halfway out of the prehistoric world, when suddenly, the surrounding space changed. After a twist, he found that he had entered the Zixiao Palace.

Looking at Patriarch Hongjun sitting high up, Yang Jiao was not shocked at all. He could use the clone technique, let alone Patriarch Hongjun.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Patriarch Hongjun asked indifferently: "Well! What is the reason for you to see me?"

Yang Jiao knew that there were few things in this world that could be hidden from Patriarch Hongjun. He bowed deeply and said truthfully: "I came here to ask the master for the blood of the Chaos Demon God."

Since Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi's skills were average, he would use the blood of the Chaos Demon God to improve their skills.

Yang Jiao didn't believe that there was no blood of the Chaos Demon God here with Patriarch Hongjun.

Patriarch Hongjun's eyes were like lightning: "You want to train the next leader of Jiejiao, are you going to prove your way?"

Yang Jiao said seriously: "Yes!" (End of this chapter)