CHAPTER 426: CHAPTER 407 SINCE THAT’S THE CASE, JUST EAT MELON

The two of them unwittingly misunderstood each other’s faith, but after treating each other sincerely, they formed a deep bond of master and disciple. Although Russell usually lectured Yang Yuhuan on the Daoist Scriptures, he mixed in a large amount of the White Lotus Sect’s teachings.

Yang Yuhuan was a novice in the path of cultivation, and a novice at life for that matter. She couldn’t discern any problems with the knowledge Russell imparted to her. All she knew was that her master truly cared for her, and her master truly believed in the "Queen Mother." That was all that mattered.

What she didn’t know was that Russell was even more thrilled than she was. As a devout follower of the No-Life Old Mother, the fact that he could infiltrate the upper echelons of the Daoist sects meant he was no simpleton. If no one else in the Daoist community could sniff out his odd behaviors, it only proved he was stronger than any of them!

After teaching Yang Yuhuan for a time, Russell grew increasingly convinced of one thing: the White Lotus Sect had produced a Saintess!

Everything he taught her, she grasped instantly. Every concept she learned, she could extrapolate upon effortlessly. And Yang Yuhuan always claimed to be the daughter of the Queen Mother. Look at this—she inherently possessed the max-level core teachings of the White Lotus Sect! Would you still try to claim her faith wasn’t tied to the No-Life Old Mother?

Surely, this must be the Saintess sent by the Old Mother to propagate the White Lotus Sect!

As Russell dedicated himself to teaching Yang Yuhuan, he also started leaking news within the White Lotus Sect about the arrival of the Saintess. Initially, the higher-ups didn’t believe him. But one by one, under the guise of being Russell’s "friends," they came to personally observe Yang Yuhuan. What they saw left them dumbfounded.

Yang Yuhuan’s devout faith in the "Queen Mother" immediately moved these fanatics. With just a bit of probing, she revealed her extraordinary, almost otherworldly natural talent. Each observer left with a solemn expression, some even weeping.

One day it was a Taoist; the next, a monk; the day after, even a mountain bandit showed up. For a time, Wuwei Temple felt like it had become the kind of place where "my relatives are countless, and no trivial matter is left unnoticed."

Each person left with only one thought:

The heavens want my White Lotus Sect to prosper!

My White Lotus Sect shall undoubtedly surpass Buddhism and Daoism to become the number one faith in the mortal world!

The No-Life Old Mother shall reign supreme over the world!

With Yang Yuhuan’s sharp spiritual sense, she of course noticed that she was frequently being watched. However, she sensed no malicious intent. By this point, Russell had already come to regard her as the White Lotus Sect’s future hope and naturally wouldn’t keep anything hidden from her.

"Those are all the Queen Mother’s most faithful followers," he explained.

Perplexed, Yang Yuhuan asked, "But... but among them are monks, officials, beggars, and mountain bandits. Are they all followers of the Queen Mother?"

Standing with his back to the idol of the No-Life Old Mother, Russell spread his arms as if to embrace the world, his face alight with fanaticism. "Taizhen, the Old Mother is selfless and great. She would never discriminate based on someone’s status. As long as you sincerely believe in her, you will return to the True Void Home and enjoy eternal blessings!"

By this point, Yang Yuhuan was completely rooted in the foundation of the White Lotus Sect. Though she thought her master might be a little too passionate, wasn’t that a sign of his sincerity?

"Master, I understand now. That dream I had the other night—the Old Mother told me to accomplish a great task. I think it must be my mission, sent by her, to bring blessings to the world. I want to lead more people to believe in the Queen Mother, to ease their suffering, so that after death, they may return to the True Void Home. This is why the Old Mother sent me to the mortal world!"

Russell’s eyes glimmered with excitement, bloodshot from fervor as he listened to Yang Yuhuan’s resolute declaration.

"Taizhen, the White Lotus Sect will become great because of you!"

In Yang Yuhuan’s mind, the White Lotus Sect had already fully transformed into a devout Daoist sect that worshipped the Queen Mother. Thus, she felt no aversion—on the contrary, she was thrilled.

"Master, I will not let you down!"

Meanwhile, over at Lishan, where Nezha was taking a break and casually watching a livestream, his face instantly became the epitome of the "old man on the subway with a phone" meme. What is this? Damn it, isn’t this some cult? Are you White Lotus Sect guys serious about your MLM schemes? Your brainwashing methods are next-level, huh?

The Queen Mother really knew how to pick her people. Yang Yuhuan had somehow ended up slapped right in the middle of the enemy camp and was even crowned as the Saintess of the White Lotus Sect. She now seemed poised to become their heir apparent!

Within the Turquoise Pool, the Queen Mother, holding the Yao Tian Mirror, smiled in satisfaction. The No-Life Old Mother wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and neither were her followers, as it turned out. She hadn’t even lifted a finger, and this horde of bumbling fools had all scrambled together on their own. Truly, birds of a feather flock together. All the Queen Mother needed to do now was stoke the fire a little more.

But before she could act, she sensed the Qi Fortune of the mortal world suddenly begin to unravel and ripple violently, like scorching oil splattering in a pan.

Over at the Lishan Academy, where Nezha had been idly basking in the sun, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Come." In an instant, everything around him blurred. His consciousness left his body and ascended rapidly. When his awareness sharpened again, he found himself standing inside a Daoist temple.

When Nezha regained his senses, he saw an old man, a young man, and two oddly-dressed but strikingly handsome middle-aged men staring at him.

Startled, Nezha hurried to hide behind Nuwa, saluting and politely greeting, "Greetings, uncles."

These individuals were, in fact, the other Saints aside from Yuanshi Tianzun. For a moment, they were collectively at a loss, each shared the same bewildered thought: Wait, why on earth is this kid here?

Nezha, aware that the Daoist Ancestor had likely brought him to the Zixiao Palace, had no desire to draw attention to himself. He quietly sought refuge behind his teacher’s figure like a good child.

Nuwa was visibly delighted by her disciple’s arrival. She raised her head with immense pride and gave a few haughty glances toward the other Saints. Hands on her hips, she radiated smugness. Just look at all of you—your disciples are useless. But me? With just a little effort, even my disciple qualifies to attend events of this caliber!