Chapter 138 The Troublesome Duobao
Laozi simply couldn't bear to watch. Yuanshi kept deflecting blame, as if he was afraid that the matter of the Wu Clan would really fall on Chang Hao's head, and what could he, as the eldest brother, do?
“That’s good,” Tongtian said, patting Laozi on the shoulder. “Big brother hasn’t moved an inch in ten thousand years, it’s time for him to get moving.”
Laozi glanced at the hand Tongtian had on his shoulder. If he could run away from his second brother, how could he possibly run away from his third brother?
"Chang Hao, what are you still writing? Come with me to secluded cultivation." Yuanshi pulled Chang Hao away, thinking, "Better to die than see my friend suffer." He decided to let his third brother suffer the consequences of his own actions.
He couldn't rest easy without going into seclusion. Chang Hao had offended the Wu Clan, and Yuan Shi was worried that Di Jun, that guy who could stir up trouble out of thin air, would try to persuade Chang Hao, and there was a very high chance that Chang Hao would be swayed by Di Jun.
As the original divination gradually unfolded, Yuanshi was extremely distressed.
"Hey, Second Brother...why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Tongtian wanted to chat with Chang Hao about how capable Duobao was.
"Huh?" Laozi suddenly grabbed Tongtian by the collar. "Where are you going?" He wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
"Brother, let's talk this out." Tongtian tried to untie his collar.
"Don't even think about escaping," Laozi knew Tongtian well enough to know what he was up to the moment he made a move. "Take the Creation Cauldron and wait for the Wu Clan to arrive so you can handle this matter properly."
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Tongtian said with a bitter face. This used to be his second brother's job. "Second brother clearly asked you, eldest brother, to handle this matter."
"Brother has given the order, Tongtian, will you obey or not?" Just because I am the elder, I have Tongtian completely under my control.
"Alright, alright, I'll handle it." Tongtian, carrying the Creation Cauldron, turned and headed straight for Duobao's residence.
Upon seeing Tongtian from afar, Duobao quickly rose from his desk and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master."
"No need for formalities," Tongtian placed the Creation Cauldron on Duobao's table. "Duobao, are you busy?"
"Just a little bit left, almost done," Duobao said with a wry smile as he closed the multiple trading lines at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. No one would believe it if he told them; Kunlun Mountain was entirely supported by the prestige of the Three Pure Ones.
“Very good, Duobao, you have always been capable, and I am very pleased with you,” Tongtian first affirmed Duobao, then changed the subject, “However, as the eldest brother, you cannot always bury yourself in worldly affairs. You need to represent Kunlun in handling external affairs.”
“Master is absolutely right,” Duobao nodded in agreement with Tongtian. “However, things at Kunlun Mountain have only just begun, and there are no major external matters.” Therefore, there is no need for him to represent Kunlun Mountain in handling important matters.
With three sages residing in Kunlun Mountain, who would dare to invade? He integrates Kunlun Mountain and conducts external transactions; who would dare to harbor any ill intentions? They'd be asking for trouble.
"There is a matter I need you to discuss with the Wu Clan on behalf of Kunlun, Duobao." Tongtian explained the matter in a few words.
Duobao was dumbfounded. Had he misheard?
"Master, what did you just tell Duobao to do?" Duobao asked again, unwilling to give up.
"I'm asking you to prepare. Ancestral witches will be visiting later, and you will represent the Three Pure Ones to resolve this matter." Tongtian thought Duobao hadn't fully grasped the meaning.
“We, the Three Pure Ones, are not afraid of anything. When the Ancestral Witches come, you must be firm and show the might of the Three Pure Ones. Directly order them not to offend the human race. Offending the human race is offending the Three Pure Ones.”
The main message conveyed was: the human race is protected by the Three Pure Ones, and those who act recklessly will die.
"But Master, Duobao is just a disciple..." How could Duobao possibly face the Ancestral Witch? Wouldn't he be slapped flat by the enraged Ancestral Witch?!
“No, you are not,” Tongtian raised his hand and placed it on Duobao’s shoulder, saying solemnly, “You are the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones. When your master and senior uncles are not around, you can command the entire Kunlun and know your place.”
Even the Ancestral Witches dared not attack any Kunlun people, not even a sweeping boy.
Faced with the Creation Cauldron that his master had forced upon him, what could Duobao do but accept it with a helpless smile?
Duobao had gotten used to dealing with the troubles his master would throw at him from time to time, to the instructions and teachings of his senior brothers, and to building the Kunlun Mountain public treasury from scratch. He couldn't possibly raise disciples from his master's and senior brothers' private treasury in the future, could he?
Is this even a proper religion? It's a complete mess.
Oh, and his master also has a branch on Jin'ao Island in Kunlun Mountain. With so many things to do, Duobao is so busy that he's visibly aged.
Holding the Creation Cauldron, Duobao stared blankly, thinking that he had only taken one master, but it felt like he had three. This life was simply unbearable.
"Master..."
"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Tongtian considered himself reasonable and thoroughly enjoyed the process of resolving his disciple's doubts.
"When will the senior masters accept disciples?" Duobao asked hopefully. They've all established their own sects and become saints, so they should have junior brothers and sisters... right?
Tongtian could hardly look into Duobao's shining eyes. He couldn't very well say that his eldest master uncle wished he could meditate until the end of time, and his second master uncle was so engrossed in the great cause of creating a sage that the chances of him taking on a disciple were extremely slim.
"Duobao, you want a junior brother or sister, don't you? It's alright, Master will bring you one soon." Tongtian could only comfort Duobao in this way.
“No need,” Duobao’s expression changed instantly, his face turning ashen. “I don’t like my junior brothers and sisters at all.”
Thinking of the two eggs still in his residence, Duobao couldn't imagine what kind of junior brothers and sisters Tongtian would bring back for him; the thought was a disaster.
Tongtian: "I understand, Duobao, don't worry. No matter how many disciples I take in, you will always be the one I trust and rely on the most. No one can surpass you."
“Master, what you said…” Duobao felt that he had heard it before, and it didn’t sound like something his master would say.
"What's wrong with what you said?" Tongtian thought back and realized that what he said was correct.
"Where did you learn that from?" Duobao found it unbearable, as if his master in front of him was wearing someone else's skin.
“I thought you liked hearing things like that,” Tongtian said innocently. “In Lishan, you always got teary-eyed when Chang Hao talked about it…”
Duobao's lips twitched. "You..." He hesitated for a moment before finally mustering the courage to say, "You should change it."
This kind of sentimentality isn't suitable for you, really, it makes him want to vomit.
He was pleased to hear the mountain lord say this, because although he also had to handle general affairs in Lishan, the mountain lord was in charge of the major directions and decisions. Even if he couldn't solve a problem, he could quickly get approval after reporting it to his superiors.
But in Kunlun? He solves everything on his own.
When his master said this, he always felt that his master had ill intentions, and that there was some troublesome thing waiting for him to deal with and clean up the mess.
Because he has three uninvolved masters and senior uncles, even when they make mistakes in their decisions, he has to painstakingly and cautiously adjust them, with no one to back him up or help him.
The white crane attendants would only stare at you with clear eyes: "Senior Brother, what are you saying? We don't understand..."
I'm about to vomit blood...
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