frightfiction Chapter 271: The Golden Immortal Arrives at Qishan, Deepening the Bond Between Master and Disciple
Chapter 271: The Golden Immortal Arrives at Qishan, Deepening the Bond Between Master and Disciple
Jiang Ziya rode away on the Qilin and left.
Mosquito Taoist stared intently, then suddenly said to Yang Jiao:
"He died once, shouldn't the four-legged creature be given to you? Yours is a mosquito."
The mosquito, having previously taken advantage of the hybrid creature, tried to appease itself, saying:
"Then let him ride it for a bit."
Jiang Ziya, who was riding the Qilin (a mythical creature) at high speed towards Kunlun Mountain, was stopped halfway by a young man in white. The young man wore a Taoist robe embroidered with flying cranes, and his handsome face revealed a hint of arrogant naivety.
Jiang Ziya observed for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"Could it be the White Crane Boy?"
This White Crane Boy is a disciple of the Antarctic Immortal, the eldest disciple among the three generations. He only kills and does not save, and his strength is extraordinary.
With him around, every battle is won.
The White Crane Boy nodded and said to Jiang Ziya:
“Junior Uncle Jiang, please come with me. Master has been waiting for a long time.”
Jiang Ziya's original intention was to go to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain to find the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, but he was intercepted by the Antarctic Immortal on the way.
He hurriedly followed.
In the lush forest, beneath a thousand-year-old banyan tree, sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, his eyes lowered as if he were immersed in nature.
Jiang Ziya stepped forward and bowed respectfully:
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
The Old Man of the South Pole opened his eyes and smiled peacefully:
"Did Junior Brother Ziya suffer a great loss at the hands of those Ten Heavenly Kings?"
Jiang Ziya was filled with shame and said:
"I thought that although the Ten Deadly Formations were powerful, I had been practicing the Jade Void Technique for decades, so I shouldn't be unable to see through the intricacies. But alas, as soon as I entered, I was killed by the malevolent energy within before I could even see clearly. I had no choice but to come to Kunlun Mountain to seek my master's help."
Hearing this, the Old Man of the South Pole smiled and rose, stepping ahead onto the bluestone steps, where flowers bloomed profusely on both sides. He said:
“Master had predicted long ago that you would come up the mountain today, and had ordered us to wait for you here.”
"You wait? Senior Brother, does this mean there are other senior brothers?"
The Antarctic Immortal spread his sleeves, and suddenly more than ten people were standing or sitting in the mountain pavilion that had been empty.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Ziya was overjoyed and said:
"Did all twelve senior brothers assist Ziya?"
Jiang Ziya originally intended to go up the mountain to ask Yuanshi Tianzun for the method to break the formation, and then he would lead his three generations of disciples to the mountain. At most, he would only be able to get one or two senior brothers to come down the mountain to save face.
now,
Before us stands the Antarctic Immortal, who has already attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and behind us are the Twelve Golden Immortals under the command of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable!
When did Jiang Ziya ever fight such a rich battle?
Overwhelmed with gratitude, he said:
"The Jie Sect sent ten outer disciples, while our Chan Sect sent twelve Golden Immortals."
Well, after Jiang Ziya finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Ding Zhenren, who was sitting in the corner fiddling with Taiyi Zhenren's Taoist robe, and subconsciously ignored him, saying that he didn't count.
The Old Man of the South Pole laughed and said:
“It’s not just the twelve of them. Master is worried that it will be difficult for you to break the formation, so he has sent Brother Ran Deng down the mountain.”
Master Ran Deng!
Jiang Ziya became even more apprehensive.
That person is second only to Master Yuanshi Tianzun.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, led by Guang Chengzi, descended the blue stone steps one after another.
Upon seeing his twelve senior brothers, Jiang Ziya felt a surge of resentment and quickly said:
"Greetings, fellow disciples. It is truly difficult for Ziya to speak, but the Jie Sect set up the Ten Deadly Formations, and ten fellow Daoists came and killed Ziya in the formation. It was only out of desperation that I asked you to come down the mountain."
Guang Chengzi was a straightforward person. He took Jiang Ziya's bowing hand and said:
"Since Senior Brother has summoned us all, let's go with you right away."
This great war between the Shang and Zhou dynasties was related to the Investiture of the Gods and the tribulation of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
This is something that must be experienced; what excuse is there?
Jiang Ziya hurriedly asked.
They rode the four-legged creatures to Qishan.
……
The long-awaited Grand Tutor Wen and his ten disciples from the Jie Sect were already beaming with joy as they faced the enemy.
Qin Wan laughed and said:
"Jiang Ziya died at the entrance of the formation before he even entered the battle. It seems that Xiqi's attack on Chaoge will come to an end here."
Wen Zhong smiled broadly, feeling a sense of relief after suffering a defeat at Qinglong Pass.
He gazed at Yang Jiao in the distance and slowly bowed to her.
Yang Jiao nodded at him.
Mosquito Taoist had been eyeing the Mosquito Qilin under his mount for a long time. When he saw Wen Zhong looking in this direction, he reached out his hand to try and become familiar with him.
All that's missing is flying down to discuss it with Wen Zhong:
"If you die, could you also give your mount to Mosquito?"
Mosquito Taoist's gaze shifted to the divine deer on which the Ten Heavenly Lords sat, and he felt that they were all good people.
"Yang Jiao, when will these kind-hearted people who give away divine beasts die?"
Yang Jiao has not yet answered.
Dozens of figures appeared in the once clear blue sky.
"Jade Qilin, Cloud Beast, Crane..."
Who can understand the joy of mosquitoes?
She instantly stopped thinking about the Ten Heavenly Kings' divine deer and started eagerly watching Jiang Ziya bring so many people, hoping they would die someday.
Wen Zhong frowned as he looked at the person descending from the sky and asked Qin Wan:
"Fellow Daoist, are you confident you can stop these Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect?"
Qin Wan's initially serious expression relaxed slightly after he recognized everyone who had arrived, and he then said:
"Grand Tutor Wen, there is no need to panic. If it were the Antarctic Immortal, I fear I would have no chance of victory. But those who come are the Twelve Golden Immortals. Even if they go in, they will perish inside if they do not know how to break the formation!"
The most important aspect of the Ten Deadly Formations is not the ten formations themselves, but rather the single, ultimate formation within each one.
It cannot be broken unless it is absolutely fatal.
Upon seeing that the newcomers were the Twelve Golden Immortals, the person they feared most was not their respective guardians and those who broke the formation, but Yang Jiao!
She spotted Yu Ding Zhenren at a glance, who didn't even have a mount and was squeezed onto Taiyi Zhenren's crane.
The key question is, how can he still laugh?
On the back of the crane, Jade Cauldron Immortal tightly held onto the Taoist robe of Taiyi Immortal, and happily greeted Yang Jiao on the clouds ahead:
"Young friend, this humble Taoist priest is here to break the formation."
To Yang Jiao, these words meant—"Young friend, this humble Taoist priest is here to take you to your death."
Her heart was in her throat.
She covered her face, wanting to cry but unable to.
As soon as the Twelve Golden Immortals landed, the third-generation disciples standing below Mount Qi came to their respective masters.
He bowed and shouted:
"Greetings, Master. Greetings, fellow disciples."
The other Taoists stood firmly, nodded without saying anything, and the Twelve Golden Immortals maintained their composure.
Only... the True Man Taiyi.
Upon seeing Nezha, before he could even speak, he swung his muscular body over, grabbed Nezha, and spun him around to check if his disciple was injured.
He said with a concerned expression:
"Nezha, let your master see which bastards you've fought!"
They were so fond of Nezha that they almost pulled out a single strand of his hair to count how many had fallen out.
The heartache he showed was so intense that the rest of the Twelve Golden Immortals felt they couldn't bear to watch.
Nezha let him pull him around, and just laughed.
Master Puxian coldly rebuked:
"Neither a master nor a disciple."
From the very back of the ten people, a man approached with a fawning smile on his face, remaining humble throughout. He strolled over and began to speak:
"I think that if one could take on a disciple with a deep bond like that between Senior Brother Taiyi and Nezha, it would be a perfect ending."
The speaker was none other than Huanglong Zhenren, the only one among the Twelve Golden Immortals who was not human.
The disciples of the Chan Sect are all elites and dislike demonic beasts. This Huanglong Zhenren was so eager to become a disciple that he was naturally disliked by everyone.
However, Huanglong Zhenren was proud to be a disciple of the Chan Sect and wanted to build good relationships with his fellow disciples, so he made sure to chime in every sentence to win their favor.
He is truly a pleasing type of dragon.
Puxian looked at Huanglong Zhenren with even colder eyes, not even bothering to utter a word of criticism.
Yang Jian looked intently at Jade Cauldron Immortal and walked towards him.
However, whenever Yang Jian took a step forward, Yu Ding Zhenren would hastily retreat a step.
It was as if there was something dirty on Yang Jian, something he was unwilling to acknowledge.
Yang Jian's gaze darkened.
Could it be that the calamity in Heaven has passed, but Master still forbids me from revealing that I am his disciple?
Just as Yang Jian was lost in thought, Jade Cauldron Immortal turned his head to the side, deliberately avoiding looking at Yang Jian.
He even held a palm-leaf fan in front of him.
A pang of sadness welled up in my heart:
His master, who didn't even have any cultivation, was far more powerful than him than any of the Twelve Golden Immortals, let alone the entire Jade Void Sect.
If Yang Jian were to publicly reveal that he is my disciple right now, he would be met with disdain...
My apprentice has finally overcome those hardships and is at the peak of his reputation. It's best for me, as his master, not to drag him down.