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Chapter 883 You've Already Caused Havoc in Heaven

Time flies when you're studying at Shenxian Vocational Technical School.

Ao Chenxiang, who thought she was exceptionally talented and would soon learn the skills here and attract Tan Wenjie's attention with her remarkable talent, discovered that many of her senior brothers and sisters here possessed extremely high abilities.

Although these senior brothers and sisters did not have top-notch talent, they worked hard and had the support of cultivation techniques, so in the early stages of cultivation, there was almost no difference between them.

Who is that?

Chenxiang noticed the girl being surrounded by people.

"That's Xiaoyu, she seems to be our Fox Sister Fox Director's niece."

"A vixen?"

"Her talent is extraordinary. She can learn anything quickly and easily. Her magical power is also very strong. A teacher once commented that she is comparable to many famous war gods in the Three Realms."

"Mars?"

Chenxiang disagreed. He had personally witnessed the God of Justice, Yang Jian, and in his heart, Yang Jian was the true God of War, far surpassing all other deities.

As if sensing Chenxiang's gaze, the fox spirit Xiaoyu turned her head and forced a stiff smile at him.

"Hurry up, it's Emperor Tan who's here to teach today," the little demon beside Chenxiang urged. "We're lucky this year's students. It's a once-in-a-century event that the Emperor is here to teach. Many senior brothers and sisters have studied here their whole lives and have never seen the Emperor."

"Emperor Tan?"

Chenxiang shifted his gaze from the pretty little girl Xiaoyu; he needed to hurry and grab a seat.

When he arrived at the lecture venue, he discovered that the entire area was already filled with students.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement about Tan Dijun's upcoming arrival.

"When Erlang Shen wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he was with Emperor Tan." A little demon explained Tan Wenjie's life story. "He has a copper head and iron arms, can capture thunder and lightning, and controls the Netherworld. There are very few people in the world who can rival him."

“Sun Wukong, Erlang Shen, Nezha, and others are all his juniors.”

They were telling stories that everyone had heard before, but some people still listened with great interest.

"Do you know? The teachers we meet at school are the most important people we'll ever meet in our lives."

Chenxiang noticed that the fox demon named Xiaoyu was sitting not far from him. He nudged his companion and whispered something before getting up to sit down.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from the sky.

The noisy scene immediately fell silent.

Looking up, the sky was shrouded in golden auspicious clouds.

The thick, cotton-like clouds were suddenly pierced by a dragon's head.

"Ow!"

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third head emerged, bringing with them an overwhelming and unsettling pressure.

Some lesser demons with low cultivation levels couldn't help but want to reveal their true forms, but the gentle breeze that accompanied the dragon's roar soothed their fear and unease. A light drizzle also made them feel that their cultivation levels were slowly increasing.

Nine dragons coiled among the clouds, pulling the chariot through the clouds and slowly descending to the mountaintop.

The figure sitting upright in the carriage was dressed in a bright red robe, with a sword hanging at his waist, a golden wheel of merit shimmering behind his head, and his body draped in a dazzling glow.

Someone shouted, and then the others immediately kowtowed.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The sounds were synchronized and pierced the sky.

Tan Wenjie, who got out of the car, said, "It's alright, have a seat... Excuse me, is there something you need?"

His gaze lingered on Chenxiang, because everyone else was already quietly seated in their places, except for Chenxiang, who was still sticking his butt out and darting forward.

All eyes fell on him. Chenxiang shook his head awkwardly to indicate that he was fine, and then obediently shrank back to his original position.

“Don’t worry about what I say today, just focus on how much you can remember,” Tan Wenjie said. “All the top secret techniques and mysteries of longevity are contained within.”

After he sat down, he began to preach, and his voice reached the ears of everyone in the mountains.

Even though Tan Wenjie had never seriously studied it, once his strength reached a certain level, those profound mysteries of the Dao became instinctive. As for whether the people he was talking to could understand it, that depended on their fate.

This sermon was a real major undertaking for Tan Wenjie, incorporating many of his signature skills.

And these disciples, who were initially confused, became completely absorbed.

It's not just these students; even the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, if they have the chance to hear something and remember it, can embark on the path of cultivation and perhaps even have the opportunity to truly transcend reincarnation.

A few days later, Tan Wenjie got up and left.

Some disciples woke up first and found that their cultivation had increased significantly. Just as they were about to rejoice, they turned around and discovered that most of their fellow disciples who had been listening were still engrossed in the story.

They didn't dare to disturb them and turned to leave.

A few days later, a large number of people gradually regained consciousness.

This group of people not only improved their cultivation, but also gained some insights from Tan Wenjie's sermons, resulting in a significant increase in their combat power.

Back at school, they each displayed the magical abilities they had comprehended, eliciting gasps of amazement.

More and more people woke up, and as expected, the later they woke up, the greater their gains.

When Chenxiang slowly opened her eyes, there was no one around her.

When he returned to his dormitory, his fellow students immediately surrounded him.

"Chenxiang, you closed your eyes for the longest time after listening to the teachings. What did you learn?"

"I heard from my teacher that the longer you close your eyes, the more you learn."

"Unfortunately, I only learned one trick, 'Scattering beans to create soldiers,' and the soldiers I produced were crooked and useless."

"I only learned one move, the Copper Head, but my forehead has become as hard as copper and iron."

Faced with a barrage of questions, Chenxiang did not hide anything. He said, "I have comprehended a technique called the Seventy-Two Transformations."

"..." The roommates fell silent.

Then, my roommates got emotional.

"That's a top-tier technique that even the God of Justice Yang Jian, the Victorious Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong, and our Emperor Tan all know."

"Chenxiang, you've succeeded!"

The 72 transformations may be difficult to learn, but it is even more difficult to get started with them.

Those with poor talent may study for hundreds of years but still not learn, while those with excellent talent can master the skill in just a few years.

Just look at the prominent figures who use this spell, and you'll know that they are all top geniuses with very short years of cultivation experience.

The news that Chenxiang had mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations spread like wildfire, making him an instant celebrity at the Immortal Vocational Technical School.

However, the scene he imagined—being immediately treated differently by other teachers—did not happen; instead, he became the subject of conversation among his classmates.

It's just daily practice, except that you have to add the task of practicing the Seventy-Two Transformations on your own.

The Spring Festival has arrived in the blink of an eye.

The school was decorated with big red lanterns, students gathered together to put up Spring Festival couplets, and there were even performances.

"This can't go on," Chenxiang thought to himself.

Her own father is still suffering in heaven.

Looking at myself, I've only just begun to understand the Seventy-Two Transformations. I wonder how long it will take before I can reach the highest level.

"Are you unhappy?" your friend asked.

Chenxiang didn't hide anything and told the truth, since it wasn't a secret that he came from the Western Sea.

“Actually, I know who to ask about this,” my friend suddenly said mysteriously.

"Who?" Chenxiang asked subconsciously. "Xiaoyu! Her aunt knew Emperor Tan back then, so she must know how to fight against the Heavenly Court."

"she?"

His impression of Xiaoyu was still from when they first met.

Since it concerned how to attack the Heavenly Court and rescue his father, Chenxiang dared not be careless.

When he found Xiaoyu, she was playing around with her friends.

"Xiaoyu, someone is looking for you."

"Oh."

The others dispersed to give the two enough space to talk.

Xiaoyu looked calmly at Chenxiang, waiting for him to speak.

"I need your help..."

Chenxiang explained his purpose, even preparing himself for ridicule. He thought it was too far-fetched to attack the Heavenly Court. They were just ordinary students who had only been learning magic for a few years, yet they dared to dream of breaking through the powerful force that had stood above them for countless years.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu only frowned slightly after hearing this, and then nodded.

"It's a bit difficult."

"Uh-huh?"

Xiaoyu said, "If you want to conquer the Heavenly Court, your current skill level is definitely not enough. Even if you find a famous master and learn advanced techniques, you will still need time to cultivate."

Chenxiang nodded in agreement.

"However, we cannot guarantee how much suffering your father has endured in heaven or whether he is safe. We must launch an attack as soon as possible."

Do you have any ideas?

“We definitely can’t do it on our own, but… after my calculations…” Xiaoyu suddenly squatted down and started writing and drawing with a straw stick.

Chenxiang glanced at the ground and saw strange symbols written on it, which made him feel dizzy.

Xiaoyu continued, "Based on the combat power data of gods like Erlang Shen and Nezha that I obtained, as long as you can bring 80% of the students in the school to the Heavenly Court, you have a greater than 51% chance of winning. Even if you don't win, the Heavenly Court will release your father."

He had never heard such a trendy term before, but that didn't stop him from understanding it.

Just as he was about to nod, Chenxiang suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

"Our school is capable of fighting our way to the Heavenly Court?"

"If you could gather all the graduates together..." Xiaoyu said earnestly, "we would win!"

If Chenxiang hadn't witnessed the power of the Heavenly Court, he would definitely have agreed with what Xiaoyu said.

But it was precisely because he saw the opponent's overwhelming strength that Chenxiang hesitated about whether to lead his classmates to their deaths.

“There’s one more thing,” Xiaoyu suddenly said. “Emperor Tan is the Great Emperor of Fengdu. The Book of Life and Death is in his hands. It is said that since the establishment of the Immortal Vocational Technical School, there has never been a single death of a student during their studies at the school.”

Chenxiang's eyes gradually brightened.

The most important thing right now is to figure out how to get my classmates to help me.

His first target was his roommates.

"Attack the Heavenly Court?"

"You are crazy!"

"We just wanted a stable job; we never thought about fighting our way up."

As expected, when Chenxiang mentioned her idea, it was immediately rejected by her roommates.

But he was not discouraged. Instead, he said, "My West Sea Dragon Palace has countless treasures. It seems that none of you have any personal magic weapons or weapons to use after all this cultivation."

"Actually, it's not a big deal if we fight all the way to the sky." "With Emperor Tan protecting us, we won't die." "But we still need to tell the teacher about this first."

Chen Xiang originally thought it would be difficult to ask for help, but unexpectedly, with his enormous wealth paving the way, he won over all his classmates with almost no effort.

heaven.

Yang Jian was in a hurry.

According to his observation, Chenxiang had been wasting his time for the past ten days or so, spending all his time learning magic at the West Sea Dragon Palace.

If those dragons truly possessed some unfathomable abilities, how could they have fallen to their current state?

After much anticipation, Chenxiang finally went out to learn a skill from a master, only to discover that the master had not sought out Tan Wenjie, but instead enrolled in the Divine Immortal Vocational Technical School.

As a celestial being with the law, Yang Jian knew perfectly well what this divine vocational school was for.

There are still many vacant positions among the lower-level deities. Even the mountain gods and local gods are often appointed based on their reputation or donations from the people. They are not very capable and often make a mess of the areas they are responsible for.

In this context, Tan Wenjie's outstanding graduates, who are perfectly adaptable to various situations, became the best divine resource in Erlang Shen's eyes.

In addition, he also wanted to provide employment opportunities for the school his good friend started.

However, for second-generation immortals who truly want to learn skills, going in would be a waste of time.

Those who are family know their own situation. Although his master, Jade Cauldron Immortal, went in to teach him, he had to figure out most of his skills on his own.

As he was thinking, he suddenly received a report from his subordinate.

"Oh no, Second Master!"

"What's the matter?"

He's been in that position for far too long, and he's really hoping to hear some good news that's "bad news".

The visitor hurriedly said, "A group of immortals have stormed up from the mortal realm."

"Ok?"

"The one leading the group seems to be Ao Chenxiang, the young prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace."

"what?!"

Erlang Shen almost sprang to his feet.

"Those ugly, deformed people dare to..."

"The Four Heavenly Kings have been defeated, and Nezha, the Third Prince, is also under siege."

"I gonna go see!"

When Erlang Shen arrived at the South Heavenly Gate, he saw a group of cultivators, demons, and immortals radiating powerful magical light fighting against heavenly soldiers and generals.

They were all dressed in gleaming armor and carried gleaming divine weapons.

The spells they used were extraordinary; each one could single-handedly deal with more than a dozen heavenly soldiers and generals.

The most powerful among them surrounded Nezha and attacked him. Nezha did not use his full strength, but used the Universe Ring to strike left and block right. The battle became stalemate for a time.

Yang Jian raised his three-edged double-bladed sword and charged forward, but he was struck by a fox's tail halfway down the path. He stumbled back a few steps and looked at the person who had attacked him.

It is Ao Chenxiang and the fox girl Xiaoyu.

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

Suddenly Yang Jian spoke up: "Chenxiang, are you so eager to save your father?"

After being reminded, Chenxiang finally remembered the purpose of his visit.

Chenxiang shouted, "Release my father, or I will wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

Erlangshen: "..."

You've already wreaked havoc in Heaven! (End of Chapter)