HCB Chapter 415 The Arrival of the Sage Zhunti
Chapter 415 The Arrival of the Sage Zhunti
Chapter 415 The Arrival of the Sage Zhunti
Jinji Ridge.
Huang Feihu held Huang Tianhua's headless corpse, heartbroken. His son, Hua'er, had been lost at a young age, and the father and son had been separated for more than ten years. They had only been reunited for a little over a year when he was suddenly burying his son.
Behind him followed the veteran generals who had fought alongside him since the Shang Dynasty.
Everyone knows that Huang Feihu finally found his son, and such an outstanding child at that. King Wucheng cherishes Huang Tianhua like the apple of his eye.
Little did they expect that the brief moment they passed each other would lead to their eternal separation.
Everyone sighed with regret.
Huang Feihu cried until he was speechless, and after a long while, he silently carried Huang Tianhua's body on his back.
The blood from the severed head quickly soaked his shoulder, and his already limp arm hung limply in front of Huang Feihu's eyes.
He swayed slightly, as if carrying his son on his back as a child, and began to walk with faltering steps, whispering:
"Tianhua, Daddy will carry you back."
……
Gao Jineng, feeling triumphant after beheading Huang Tianhua, swaggered to the city gate of Jinji Ridge.
He tossed the still-dripping head upwards.
A chain hanging from the city gate tower rattled as it was struck, and a barb caught Huang Tianhua's hair, leaving his head hanging in the air as a warning to the public.
He looked at Zhou Jun, whose morale had already plummeted, pointed to his head, and shouted provocatively:
"Come and see, this is the fate of you anti-merchant traitors, bah!"
Jiang Ziya glanced at it, and his body swayed slightly on the Qilin in astonishment. He then turned his head to look at Huang Feihu carrying Huang Tianhua's corpse.
He immediately dismounted from the divine beast and hurried forward, saying sorrowfully:
“King Wu Cheng, Tian Hua… it is I, as his uncle, who has wronged him.”
Huang Feihu remained silent.
He simply raised his head and looked at the soul-guiding banner beside Yang Jiao as if he were in a meditative state.
The spirit of his child is inside.
Jiang Ziya could not bear to watch any longer, so he bowed and said to the Daoist Ran Deng:
"Teacher, all the third-generation disciples have been eliminated by that person, and the second-generation senior brothers have had their three flowers on their heads removed. If you don't take action soon, Xiqi may not even be able to cross this Golden Rooster Ridge."
The Taoist Ran Deng was publicly humiliated by Jiang Ziya.
Kong Xuan, whose origins are unknown, was a powerful figure at the Quasi-Saint level who was willing to serve as a minor general in the Shang Dynasty.
Moreover, he also possesses that strange five-colored divine light. How could Randeng be his match?
He had originally intended to send some more disciples to buy time until the Western sage came to break the deadlock, but now that Jiang Ziya had asked him for instructions in public, he had no choice but to come down from the cloud.
At this time, among the disciples of the Chan Sect, only Wei Hu and others from the third generation were still leading troops to break through in other places.
Knowing that there was no one else available, Ran Deng had no choice but to grit his teeth and head towards the giant rooster rock.
Kong Xuan lowered his eyes slightly when he saw the person who had arrived.
The Taoist priest was dressed in a light-colored robe, and as a Taoist practitioner, his complexion would not fade over time, but his face was full of wrinkles, which was unsightly.
For those who are not good-looking and don't know how to dress, Kong Xuan's eyes are filled with two words: disgust.
The Taoist Ran Deng flicked his whisk and was about to stand up and speak, but the general in front of him had no intention of exchanging a few words with him.
"you!"
As soon as Ran Deng approached, a large polearm came crashing down.
It arrived with a whistling sound that cut through the sky, its power and majesty overwhelming.
He hurriedly summoned his purple-gold alms bowl, only to feel a jolt in the tiger's mouth holding the magic weapon, followed by numbness and pain.
"What a formidable person."
Ran Deng secretly took out the demon-revealing mirror and pointed it at Kong Xuan, but he couldn't see what Kong Xuan's true form was. He cursed under his breath:
"Is the true form of the body higher than the level of the Demon-Revealing Mirror, or is it that the Quasi-Saint cultivation level has made it impossible to see through the original form?"
Kong Xuan flicked his broadsword, sending the lamp flying back several meters.
Another palm strike was unleashed.
Bang.
A huge hole was blasted into the ground, and the unique orange-red stones of Jinji Ridge turned into powder, drifting in the air.
It was covered with a layer of red sand.
Ran Deng was greatly alarmed.
He threw the golden alms bowl over again, intending to cover Kong Xuan inside, but at that moment, a flash of yellow light appeared!
The purple-gold alms bowl vanished instantly.
Still disoriented, Nezha felt something fall on his head. He caught it and said to Yang Jian, whose figure was only vaguely visible in the darkness:
"This is?"
Nezha examined the purple-gold alms bowl from all angles, and after a while, he chuckled and said:
"This peacock is quite clever at capturing people; it even gives out bowls first. Is it going to feed the prisoners?"
Yang Jian, still in his self-imposed isolation: "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating."
He couldn't even last one move against Kong Xuan, which was a real blow to Yang Jian, who had been having a smooth journey. He could only secretly compete with himself, thinking to himself:
"It must be that I haven't fully comprehended the Eight or Nine Arcane Arts yet."
Of all the martial arts techniques of the Chan Sect, he is the only one who has mastered them to perfection.
Others were unaware of the mystery, but Yang Jian, who gained new insights every week, knew that true perfection was still a long way off.
Outside.
The Taoist Ran Deng looked at Kong Xuan warily. He had no murderous aura whatsoever, yet his presence was imposing.
This startled him so much that he kept throwing those magical treasures out.
The entire Jinji Ridge was filled with flashes of yellow light, white light, and blue light.
Nezha inside got really excited.
In this dark, nameless place, a glass lamp would fall down one moment, and a Qiankun ruler would drop the next.
He held it in his hand and weighed it:
"Why does this look so familiar?"
Nezha didn't care about anything else. He stuck the Qiankun Ruler into his waistband, stuffed the Purple Gold Bowl into his arms, and continued to look up at the sky.
"Peacock, bring down some more treasures!"
The treatment he received after his defeat was far too good.
If Nezha had known that being captured by the Shang Dynasty would result in this treatment, he would have willingly been tied up on the battlefield on his very first day after conquering the mountain because he tripped over his own right foot with his left.
The Taoist Ran Deng was battling Kong Xuan outside, and was panting from exhaustion.
Even his protective immortal robes were no match for the five-colored radiance behind this person, and since his background was unknown, it was even more difficult to make a move.
He hurriedly slipped another sleeve over his arm.
Then his expression darkened:
"Oh no, I only brought these magical treasures with me down the mountain this time."
Without his magical artifact to block the divine light, Randeng lacked the confidence to contend with Kong Xuan. Just as Kong Xuan was still in fear...
Kong Xuan leaped down from the mountaintop, a large sword in hand. A glimpse of his azure and bright yellow undergarment fluttered beneath his flowing robes, catching Ran Deng's eye.
He quickly twisted his body, barely dodging the attack of the broadsword.
Kong Xuan could also tell that this man's status was above Jiang Ziya's, and he roared:
“If we detain you, even Jiang Ziya won’t be able to cross Jinji Ridge.”
Randeng had intended to use the wind to escape, but a melodious voice reached his ears, sounding like the chanting of scriptures. He paused, then his previous disheveled state vanished, replaced by a wildly joyful smile.
Yang Jiao looked up at the horizon where the sky was ablaze with rosy light, and saw a figure approaching from afar.
With each step he took, it seemed as if he had traversed thousands of miles.
With composure and compassion, he spoke gently:
"How lively! I see that everyone here has a connection with my Western Sect."