txolops Chapter 7 No matter how strong Gu Xuan is, can he compare to the "89 Mysterious Techniques"
Chapter 7 No matter how strong Gu Xuan is, can he compare to the "89 Mysterious Techniques"
Xiqi City, main tent of the military camp.
The flickering candlelight cast intermittent light and shadow on the faces of the assembled generals.
Jiang Ziya sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand, but never took a sip.
After a long while, he slowly put down his teacup and looked up at the generals in the hall.
"Gentlemen."
"With such a sudden and unpredictable turn of events, is there a good strategy to defeat the enemy?"
In an instant, the hall fell silent.
The once proud and arrogant generals of Xiqi looked at each other in dismay.
They then simultaneously avoided Jiang Ziya's gaze, shrinking their heads like quails, remaining silent.
"Bang!"
Huang Feihu smashed the wooden table in front of him.
He suddenly stood up and walked to the center of the tent.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.
"Prime Minister!"
"This humble general is willing to pledge his life to personally lead three thousand elite soldiers in a night raid on the merchant camp!"
"Foolish!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily to stop him.
"King Wu Cheng, you love your son dearly."
"But are those four demon generals just for show?!"
"The four generals of the Demon Clan were all Xuanxian, and now there is another Jiuli Tianxian who has achieved enlightenment in the physical body."
"Let alone three thousand elite soldiers, even if an army of thirty thousand were to launch a night raid on the camp, it would only be a pointless death for them!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu shuddered violently.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Jiang Ziya closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart.
"The message will take three days to be delivered by flying talisman."
"The Shang army is now extremely powerful; time is of the essence..."
Jiang Ziya did not continue, but everyone present knew the consequences.
After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, pushed aside the table, strode to the center of the tent, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Take my Jade Void Edict!"
The guards dared not delay and quickly presented a sandalwood box.
The box lid was opened, and inside lay a talisman, its entire surface outlined in gold thread and radiating a faint, ethereal light.
Jiang Ziya reached out and picked up the talisman, bit his left index finger, and dripped a drop of his life essence blood onto the center of the talisman.
"Buzz—!"
The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, transforming into a golden light that shot into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ziya made hand seals and chanted incantations.
"The Jade Purity decree manifests Yin and Yang."
"Boundless and limitless, its sound travels a thousand miles."
"Water Mirror......a divine connection!"
The moment the words left his mouth.
"puff--!"
Jiang Ziya suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he swayed unsteadily, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Prime Minister!!"
The generals were shocked and hurriedly got up to help him up.
"Step back!"
"Don't disrupt the energy flow of the formation!"
Jiang Ziya shouted angrily to stop him, and hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Water vapor gathered and condensed wildly in the center of the large tent.
In just a few breaths, a water mirror about ten feet tall, churning with white mist, slowly appeared in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, a fair and delicate arm suddenly reached out and tore through the thick fog.
A boy who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with rosy lips and white teeth, appeared in the mirror.
The boy wore a gleaming gold hoop around his neck, and his brows exuded an undisguised arrogance and ruthlessness.
"Uncle-Master Jiang?"
Nezha frowned slightly as he looked at Jiang Ziya, who appeared weak and listless.
"You couldn't wait for the flying talisman and forced the activation of the Jade Void Water Mirror?"
"This time..."
"It must have cost you at least thirty years of your lifespan, right?"
Jiang Ziya gave a wry smile, not denying it: "Nephew Nezha, this concerns the survival of Xiqi, so I had no choice but to do it."
Upon hearing this, Nezha's expression hardened.
"Wen Zhong personally led the expedition?"
"It's not Wen Zhong."
Jiang Ziya took a deep breath to calm his surging blood and qi.
He then recounted how Gu Xuan had slain Huang Tianxiang in a single move, defied the heavens to break the shackles of the Jiuli bloodline, and ultimately torn apart heavenly lightning with his bare hands to attain the Dao of a Celestial Immortal.
By the end, Jiang Ziya's voice was extremely hoarse.
"The Shang army is powerful, and now they have another Jiuli Celestial Immortal."
"The brutality of his physical body is something I have only ever seen in my nephew and my fellow disciple Yang Jian."
"If they attack the city tomorrow, Xiqi..."
"I'm afraid it's dangerous."
Through the water mirror, Jiang Ziya solemnly performed a Taoist bow, saying, "I implore my junior brother to quickly descend the mountain and help my Xiqi overcome this calamity!"
In the water mirror.
After listening to Jiang Ziya's description, Nezha remained silent for a moment.
Then a wide grin spread across his face, revealing a bright smile, and a fierce fighting spirit burst forth in his eyes!
"The remaining blood of the Jiuli?"
"Tearing apart a lightning tribulation with bare hands?"
Nezha twisted his neck, making a crisp "crackling" sound.
"It's interesting that such a freak could emerge from the battlefield of the mortal realm."
Seeing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Jiang Ziya's eyes: "Then, would you be willing, nephew...?"
"I'll go."
Nezha nodded without hesitation, but then changed the subject.
"However, Senior Brother Yang Jian probably won't be able to receive the flying talisman you sent to Jade Spring Mountain, Uncle."
Jiang Ziya was taken aback upon hearing this, and an ominous premonition immediately rose in his heart: "Why is that?"
Yang Jian is the leading figure among the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect. With him in charge, there is no chance of anything going wrong.
Nezha's expression darkened slightly, and he lowered his voice a few decibels.
"Today, Senior Brother Yang Jian dreamed of Brother Yang Jiao again."
"His resolve was unstable, and he originally intended to go into seclusion for quiet cultivation."
"When I went to visit him just now..."
"As if stimulated by something, his blood surged, and he vomited a mouthful of blood from his heart on the spot..."
At this point, Nezha sighed.
"Master Yu Ding has sealed off the Golden Cloud Cave to treat his backlash injuries."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya's heart sank.
Shocked and vomiting blood in broad daylight?
If Yang Jian is unable to leave the mountain, Xiqi...
Seemingly sensing Jiang Ziya's worries, Nezha let out a cold snort.
"Don't worry, Uncle Jiang."
"I have been practicing martial arts with my senior brother Yang Jian in the mountains for many years."
"Senior Brother Yang Jian has cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and has already developed an indestructible body that is impervious to all magic."
"But my Fire-Tipped Spear..."
Nezha raised his right hand and clenched his fist inward with all five fingers.
He shaped the air currents into the outline of a fire-tipped spear.
"It might even be able to break through some of his defenses and fight him to a standstill!"
As he spoke, Nezha grinned and looked at Jiang Ziya, saying, "Even if Gu Xuan is strong, can he compare to the Jade Purity's direct descendant, the renowned 'Eight-Nine Arcane Arts' that resonates throughout the primordial world?"
"Moreover, he's merely a newly enlightened celestial being..."
Upon hearing this, hope rekindled in Jiang Ziya's eyes.
"When will my nephew arrive in Xiqi?"
"Three days."
Nezha resolutely declared, "Three days later, I will ride my Wind-Fire Wheels to Xiqi City!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the water mirror slowly disintegrated.
Jiang Ziya exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if he were completely exhausted.
He forced himself to stand up straight, turned to look at the generals in the hall, and commanded in a dignified voice.
"Pass on my orders!"
"From this day forward, we are raising the white flag!"
"For the next three days, no matter how the Shang army insults and challenges us, the entire army will hold firm and not engage!"
"Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed immediately!"
"We'll be ready to defeat the enemy as soon as my nephew Nezha arrives!"
"Yes!!" The generals responded in unison, as if they had been granted a pardon.
……
The next day, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM).
In the Shang army camp, Gu Xuan was stationed in the central army's deputy general's tent.
Gu Xuan sat cross-legged on the couch, his breath releasing streams of crimson-gold energy, rising and falling like the tides.
Just then.
"Splash—"
The curtain was suddenly yanked open.
Mo Liqing strode in.
But unlike his usual carefree self.
At this moment, he held a blue jade slip in his hands with utmost solemnity.
On the surface of the jade slip, there were faint, dense lightning patterns flowing around, exuding a Daoist charm that made one's heart tremble.
Mo Liqing walked straight to Gu Xuan and sat down.
He carefully placed the jade slip on the table, his movements extremely gentle.
Even though he was a renowned immortal who had been famous for many years.
But when looking at this jade slip, a hint of undisguised awe and envy flashed deep in his eyes.
He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Gu Xuan.
"brother."
"Your superior immortal techniques..."
"They're here!"