A dark and windy night, a night for hammering.
Yuan Tian said that Zhou Xingdou and the Holy Mother of the Universe were having a friendly exchange, and naturally, he was surrounded by these elders and had a good "friendly exchange" with them.
Yuan Tian, a half-emperor, was kicked around for an hour and was already bruised and swollen, but that did not appease the anger of the elders.
If I can't deal with Alliance Leader Zhou, I can at least deal with you!
Of course, they couldn't actually take action. The elders were merely venting their dissatisfaction, and their actions were naturally measured.
Even the bruises on Yuan Tian's face were self-inflicted, all to make him look pitiful and to plead with the elders to take pity on him and let him go.
But how could these elders easily stop this "friendly exchange"? Their attitude towards Yuan Tian was that they would beat him for as long as their leader, Zhou, beat him for the same length of time.
Yuan Tian had no way to express his bitterness or reason. He knew his young master's nature too well, so much so that he didn't even need to think to know that Zhou Xingdou was definitely causing another collapse of the rites and music.
But there was nothing he could do; after all, Zhou Xingdou called himself Zhou Xingdou's most loyal servant, and since Zhou Xingdou enjoyed himself, he was willing to suffer for Zhou Xingdou.
He couldn't really fall out with these elders, since it was obvious to everyone that they were just putting on an act.
It's one thing if one's own mother is kidnapped, but to have such a public display of disrespect and rudeness in the Universal Palace of the Universal Holy Land is truly a slap in the face. The fact that he's willing to spare a hand to hit himself shows that he's very respectful to Zhou Xingdou and has a good impression of Yuan Tian.
Feeling the punches and kicks coming from all directions, Yuan Tian revealed an expression of utter despair.
Based on his understanding of the young master, barring any special circumstances, he would have been beaten all night. Only an hour had passed, and this was just the beginning.
This was also the first time Yuan Tian had ever felt this way.
The night is fucking long!
But at that very moment, a clear and powerful voice rang out:
"Elders, what are you doing outside the hall?"
The slightly questioning voice made everyone present pause for a moment, except for Yuan Tian, who was thrown into the air and was in freefall.
Bang!
Yuan Tian fell to the ground and hurriedly looked toward the source of the sound.
But then they saw a handsome young man wearing a snow-white crown embroidered with gold thread.
But this young man had snow-white hair and skin as clear and translucent as glass. Although he was a man, he was more beautiful than most women.
The elders quickly dispersed and greeted the young man with formalities:
"Greetings, Holy Lord!"
This young man was none other than Wan Tianzhou, the current Holy Lord of the Universal Holy Land.
Behind him followed thirty-six supreme beings, the thirty-six saints who had resolutely followed him, who was then just a holy son, into the sea of demons during the great calamity of the universe twenty years ago.
Because of what happened back then, they were personally appointed as the Thirty-Six Protectors of the Universe by the Emperor Ancestor of the Universe, and received a thousand times more offerings and teachings than before. The Nine Ancestors would occasionally give them lectures, and their current status is only inferior to these elders.
Wan Tianzhou slowly descended from the void, looking suspiciously at Elder Zong, who stood as a human wall, blocking the view behind him.
He was originally stationed at the front line and would not be able to return until tomorrow when the Three Ancestors or Sixth Ancestors of the Universe took over their duties.
However, upon hearing the news of his elder brother Zhou Xingdou's resurrection, he was too eager to leave. Since the demons' desire to attack was not strong at the moment, he figured that leaving half a day ahead of time wouldn't be a big problem, so he led the thirty-six protectors back ahead of schedule.
But to his surprise, upon returning, he found his own patriarch standing in a circle in front of the Huanyu Palace, gesturing wildly, which was quite strange.
"It would be strange if there wasn't something fishy going on," Wan Tianzhou's expression turned slightly cold as he shouted at the elders forming a human wall.
"Get out of the way."
The current Wan Tianzhou is no longer the weak Holy Lord who couldn't even be suppressed by Wan Qianlong twenty years ago. Even the Nine Ancestors of the Universe have to obey his orders, and his power is now unparalleled in the entire Holy Land of the Universe.
Despite being reprimanded by Wan Tianzhou, the elders did not act arrogantly due to their age. Instead, they obediently parted to the left and right, revealing Yuan Tian, who had fallen to the ground in the middle, covered in dust and with a bruised and swollen face.
Seeing this scene, Wan Tianzhou raised an eyebrow, looking at Yuan Tian's bruised and swollen face with some doubt, and asked with a hint of disbelief:
"Yuan Tian?"
But before Yuan Tian could reply, the old man, without batting an eye, said:
“Yuan Dazhong said that his blood and qi were not flowing smoothly, and asked us to help him improve his blood and qi and give him some pointers.”
The other elders echoed this sentiment:
"Yes, yes, we found Yuan Tian pleasing to the eye, so we each gave him a few pointers."
"If Your Majesty does not believe, you can investigate. Yuan Dazhong's servant only has superficial injuries, and he can recover immediately if he wishes."
Wan Tianzhou looked around at the elders with suspicion, then stepped forward to help Yuan Tian up and asked:
"Is it really as the elders say?"
Yuan Tian originally wanted to complain, but when he inadvertently noticed the threatening looks from the elders, he immediately forced a smile:
"Of course, I've been experiencing some qi and blood stagnation during my cultivation lately. Thanks to the elders for helping me clear it, I'm much less constrained now."
Wan Tianzhou examined Yuan Tian's injuries and found that they were indeed minor superficial wounds, but he was still somewhat skeptical and said:
"Why did you come to the Holy Land of the Universe in the middle of the night? Could it be that your elder brother sent you here?"
When he spoke of his elder brother, Wan Tianzhou's eyes lit up slightly. Back then, because of Zhou Xingdou's accident, he went mad and mobilized the entire Universal Holy Land and other forces to launch the Primordial Blood Calamity.
He finally stopped fighting after learning from Chen Nong that Zhou Xingdou might not be dead, but when he finally learned that Zhou Xingdou had returned, he was still extremely excited.
Even though he couldn't leave at the time, he still happily hosted a banquet for the entire army, and the whole army celebrated together, drinking three hundred cups of wine.
The old man, being rather rigid, immediately answered for Yuan Tian:
"Alliance Leader Zhou has arrived in person and is currently communicating with the Holy Mother in the hall!"
The old man emphasized the word "communication" very heavily, but Wan Tianzhou only understood that his elder brother had come to find him.
"I knew my brother hadn't forgotten me."
Wan Tianzhou's face lit up with joy. He handed Yuan Tian over to the protector behind him and rushed into the Huanyu Palace in one stride.
Yuan Tian tried to stop Wan Tianzhou, but missed. He shouted inwardly:
"Spicy!"
Now, even if he wanted to remind Stephen Chow, it would be too late.
Wan Tianzhou rushed into the Huanyu Palace with a joyful expression, but as soon as he stepped in, he heard a flurry of people putting on clothes.
This made him realize something was wrong. He immediately pushed open the door to the council chamber and saw that the chamber was in complete disarray.
The decorative furniture was overturned and scattered all over the floor, creating a complete mess.
And he also met his beloved older brother.
Zhou Xingdou stood to one side of the throne in the council hall, his noble purple robe somewhat wrinkled, as if he hadn't had time to tidy it up.
Our Lady of the World, with red-rimmed eyes, reclines on her throne.
When the Holy Mother of the Universe saw Wan Tianzhou enter, her delicate, round face flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to explain, but found her mouth dry and unable to make a sound.
Zhou Xingdou tugged at his clothes, scratched his head awkwardly, and quickly said to Wan Tianzhou:
"Tian Zhou, it's been a long time..."
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