259: Chapter 259 Maitreya's Misunderstanding

As the subordinate gods left, Maitreya's dignified and solemn expression changed instantly. He clasped his hands together, his face filled with gratitude.

He bowed respectfully toward the west: "Disciple Maitreya, many thanks to the two teachers for your cultivation."

"This Disciple will surely do his utmost to continuously provide quality resources to the Western Sect, so that the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters no longer have to struggle to Cultivate."

...

The West, Mount Sumeru.

The Two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, were repairing the fractured space and earth veins around Mount Sumeru.

The Disciples of the Western Sect, led by Medicine Master, were helping the displaced Western myriad spirits in various parts of the West, who had been affected by the backflow of Heavenly River water caused by the ruptures in the Void Realm.

"Junior Brother, use the seven treasures tree to brush this fragment."

"Alright, Senior Brother!"

Zhunti, having just finished dealing with a small piece of space, hurried over to Jieyin upon hearing his call.

And just at this moment, Maitreya's voice rang out.

"Disciple Maitreya, many thanks to the two teachers for your cultivation... will surely do my utmost... no longer struggle..."

Hearing this, The Two Saints were instantly stunned.

"...?"

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other, both seeing great confusion in the other's eyes.

"Senior Brother," Zhunti blinked, somewhat puzzled: "That was... Maitreya's voice, right? He is in the Heavenly Court, why did he suddenly make such a Great Vow?"

Letting the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters no longer struggle.

For a poor place like the West, isn't that a Great Vow?

Jieyin's bitter expression was also tinged with a hint of surprise: "This Disciple... could it be that the tedious and harsh Heavenly Rules in the Heavenly Court have broken his brain?"

"Let me deduce this."

Zhunti gave a soft hum, and then he and Jieyin closed their eyes simultaneously.

Connecting to a trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao, they peered through the heavenly secrets to deduce the origin of the matter.

One breath.

Maitreya's voice transmission, the cause and effect of the Great Vow, were all known—from Maitreya passing by the South Heaven Gate and learning of the West's suffering, to his self-brainwashing in the God of Wealth Palace.

Everything played out clearly in The Two Saints' minds like a lantern show.

After knowing the origin of the matter, Mount Sumeru instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The expressions of Jieyin and Zhunti became incredibly vivid at this moment.

Awkward.

Visibly awkward...

Why did the Western Luck decrease, but Maitreya's did not? Others might not know, but how could they not?

"Se-, Senior Brother..."

Zhunti rubbed his nose, silently putting away the seven treasures tree, and broke the silence stumblingly:

"This child Maitreya has an imagination... that is truly not ordinary. He actually thinks that we sacrificed our own Luck to compensate him..."

The corners of Jieyin's mouth twitched wildly.

Looking at Maitreya in the main hall who was still kowtowing frantically to the West, moved to tears by himself.

Then thinking about how stingy he and Zhunti were just now, repairing a piece of space in Mount Sumeru themselves just to save a little bit of Luck...

How could they possibly be willing to sacrifice their own Saint Luck?

"Ahem."

Jieyin coughed lightly, his holy face even flushing with a hint of red.

"Junior Brother, let's settle it like this. We absolutely cannot let Maitreya know the truth and let his heart grow cold..."

Jieyin clasped his hands together and sighed deeply.

"Senior Brother's meaning is?" Zhunti raised an eyebrow.

"Seal up the matter of not increasing his Luck for tens of thousands of years and pretend it never happened?"

After Maitreya went to the Heavenly Court, the Luck and resources of the Heavenly Court were already enough for his cultivation.

To save, Zhunti had sealed Maitreya's share of Luck, keeping his Luck at the level before the West started collecting protection fees...

Because the share was sealed, his Luck would not decrease due to the decrease in the sect's Luck.

Jieyin turned his head, blushing, and looked toward the direction of the Heavenly Court, saying:

"Since Maitreya has misunderstood, let him continue to misunderstand."

Upon hearing this, a trace of approval and a faint trace of guilt flashed in Zhunti's eyes: "Everything is up to Senior Brother!"

Jieyin closed his eyes, "Good!"

Thus, The Two Saints tacitly cut off the deduction, pretending they knew nothing.

Zhunti even sent a gentle, yet slightly hesitant response to Maitreya:

"Maitreya, your filial piety is known to both me and your teacher Jieyin. You do not need to be overly anxious about resources; just work with peace of mind in the Heavenly Court. No matter how poor the West is... it is still a Saint Sect and your strongest backing!"

Heavenly Court, God of Wealth Palace.

Maitreya, who was kneeling and bowing toward the West, suddenly shook all over, hearing the "caring" voice transmission from teacher Zhunti.

Maitreya's heart was even more moved!

"Sure enough! The teachers really do dote on me!" Maitreya's eyes welled up with tears.

"Teachers, please rest assured! This Disciple will never fail your expectations!"

Maitreya wiped away his tears, feeling filled with endless energy.

He turned around abruptly, looking at the mountain of Jade Slips and official documents on the desk. The accounts he usually found disgusting now looked like the cornerstone of the Western Sect's revival in his eyes.

"Accounts, enjoy the care of this Daoist... I will definitely take good care of you all!"

"Not one will be spared; I will give all of my energy to you!"

Maitreya smiled foolishly, then waved his large sleeves, instantly transforming into thousands.

Countless Maitreyas surrounded the accounts from all sides, the immortal brush constantly drawing streaks of afterimages on them.

...

Heavenly Court, Heavenly Soldier Camp.

Inside a Small World.

Having just returned to the sky, their Battle Intent not yet faded, the Heavenly Soldiers stained with blood now all had flushed faces, their eyes flashing with uncontrollable excitement.

Guangchengzi stood quietly in the air, wearing a purple Daoist robe.

He looked solemn, and with a gentle wave, the mountain-like piles of Medicinal Pill, divine iron, and even Low Grade Innate Spiritual Root fruits fell precisely into the hands of every Heavenly Soldier below.

These were all the battle merit rewards distributed by the Heavenly Court after this expedition to the Lower Realm to eliminate demons.

"Thank you, God of Thunder!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty Haotian!"

Deafening cheers erupted one after another in the camp.

For these ordinary Heavenly Soldiers who did not belong to the Saint's Disciples and were struggling at the bottom of the Heavenly Court, these Innate spiritual items were rare treasures that could only be encountered by Luck.

Guangchengzi just nodded slightly, accepting everyone's thanks...

Just then, a Heavenly Soldier commander at the Golden Immortal Realm standing in the front row tremblingly took several bottles of Golden Core with both hands.

He carefully put the pill bottles into his personal space, and with a trembling, excited voice, shared with his colleagues nearby:

"Good, great... with these, the cultivation resources for the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters left in the Small World are finally settled."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly entered Guangchengzi's ears.

Guangchengzi's figure suddenly stiffened, his body, which was about to leave, frozen in place.

His expression became exceptionally complex in an instant.