owlsbooks Chapter 37 I will fight him one more time on the battlefield! If I win, I'll take the Zhang fam
Chapter 37 I will fight him one more time on the battlefield! If I win, I'll take the Zhang fam
A biting wind blew in.
Yang Jian's body suddenly swayed.
His upright, pine-like body suddenly lost all its strength.
He stumbled half a step and almost fell headfirst onto the cold city bricks.
"Second Brother!"
Nezha's expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward, grabbing his shoulder tightly.
Yang Jian, however, seemed to have lost his five senses and ignored Nezha's shouts.
He just stared intently at the Shang army camp, at the fading but still lingering gleam of the frost-gold spear.
The silver light of the divine markings on his forehead flickered wildly.
His hands were pressed against the battlements, trembling violently.
Not far away.
The almost transparent manifestation of Yu Ding Zhenren's consciousness stood quietly on one side of the city wall.
He looked at his disciple, who was always resilient, and then at the Frost Gold Spear in the distance.
There was a long, long silence.
Master Yu Ding asked softly, "...It's him?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's stiff body trembled slightly.
He slowly lowered his head and nodded forcefully.
He swallowed hard a few times before squeezing out a hoarse, almost broken word.
"Yes."
Yang Jian watched the fading golden light in the distance, his vision gradually blurring.
In a daze, he seemed to see again the figure in a blood-red robe, holding a long iron spear, blocking the view of the countless gods and immortals.
"Jiro..."
"With my older brother here."
"You and your little sister... don't need to be afraid anymore."
Nezha looked at Yang Jian's dejected and drooping back, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Yang Jian bowed his head deeply.
His right hand gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, supporting his swaying body, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Nezha felt a sudden tightness in his heart, and his eyes stung with tears.
I was just about to say something to break the suffocating silence.
"Clatter".
A tear silently slid down.
It slammed heavily onto the dry blue bricks beneath their feet.
A very soft sound.
Yet, in the deathly silence atop the city walls, it was magnified infinitely.
Nezha's heart clenched suddenly.
Master Yu Ding watched quietly, a deep sigh appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his head, looked at his nearly vanished avatar, and sighed softly.
"But he..."
"In the end, I don't remember."
"Even I, your teacher..."
The wind howled and the banners fluttered.
The words that Master Yuding had not yet finished speaking were buried in the wind.
Yang Jian kept his head down and remained motionless.
There was a long, long silence.
Nezha thought that his second brother would keep his head down in despair forever, until the end of time and his soul withered away.
However, at this very moment...
Yang Jian slowly raised his head.
Nezha's pupils contracted sharply, and he stood frozen in place.
The Jade Cauldron Immortal standing to the side was also slightly taken aback at this moment.
Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, and his pale face was still streaked with tears.
but......
He is laughing.
Calm and relieved.
A genuine laugh.
"Master..."
"Nezha..."
Yang Jian's voice was very soft.
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the thirty-mile-long wilderness.
Looking towards the distant Shang army camp, and towards the completely dissipated frost-gold spear light.
The light in his eyes was so bright it almost overflowed.
"Big brother..."
"It's still there."
He turned around and looked at Master Yuding, his voice even softer.
"I know."
"He doesn't recognize me."
Yang Jian paused for a moment, then said seriously.
"But he—"
"It's still there."
Yang Jian gently pulled away from Nezha's hand that was supporting him.
He turned around and walked step by step to the very edge of the city wall.
Looking down at the distant Shang army camp, his voice was calm as still water, yet carried an unprecedented firmness.
"I will use my own methods to awaken him."
"I will fight on the battlefield with my gunmanship..."
"Fight him again!"
Yang Jian paused for a moment.
The night wind howled through the gaps in the battlements, blowing a stray strand of hair across his forehead.
Nezha's heart pounded, and he instinctively wanted to speak up to stop him.
Given Second Brother's current injuries, going to fight that unfathomable Gu Xuan again would be like a moth flying into a flame!
But he was just about to speak...
But Master Yu Ding gently raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder.
Nezha's lips parted slightly.
Master Yu Ding shook his head slightly.
"We won!"
Yang Jian's voice was very soft, as if he were declaring to the starry sky, or as if he were making a vow to himself, "I will take him home."
He slowly closed his eyes.
"We lost..."
He didn't say anything more.
Silence fell over the city walls once again.
Nezha gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red.
The Jade Cauldron Immortal's mental manifestation remained silent, watching quietly.
At this time...
The wind stopped.
then--
"Click."
A very soft yet incredibly clear cracking sound suddenly rang out.
It was as if some kind of shackle had silently shattered at that moment.
The silver divine pattern on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly burst forth with dazzling silver light.
"boom--!"
The cultivation barrier of a late-stage True Immortal shattered with a deafening roar.
Yang Jian's aura surged wildly at an incredible speed that completely defied the norms of cultivation.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose.
All the banners on the walls of Xiqi were instantly whipped into the sky by this terrifying aura, emitting a wail that seemed unable to bear the weight!
Nezha was the first to be hit, and was forced to stagger backward half a step by the shockwave.
The wind-fire wheels beneath his feet were stimulated and instinctively spewed out blazing flames, which barely allowed him to maintain his balance.
Not far away, the Jade Cauldron Immortal's mental manifestation moved his robes without wind.
A flicker of undisguised relief and awe flashed deep in his eyes.
"Click—"
Another crisp cracking sound.
"Click—"
Another crisp cracking sound.
In the darkness, Yang Jian seemed to have crossed some insurmountable barrier.
One foot already stepping into the realm of the Mystic Immortals!
The sudden burst of oppressive force was as solid as a physical substance, instantly flattening all the drifting yellow sand within a hundred feet of the city wall.
The vast city walls of Xiqi were swept clean by this aura, becoming as smooth as a mirror, so that not even a speck of dust could settle on them.
Then...
This terrifying aura was enough to change the very fabric of the world.
But suddenly, like a receding tide in the deep sea, it quickly receded.
Nezha stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.
Master Yu Ding quietly looked at his disciple, who seemed to have been given a new lease on life.
The gloom that had lingered in his eyes for hundreds of years completely dissipated.
Looking at him, I saw an unprecedented clarity and an unwavering determination.
final......
He nodded slowly.
"Okay, do what you want."
"Remember this..."
"Your teacher is here."
Nezha watched Yang Jian's retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.
He gripped the crimson fire-tipped spear tightly, flames flickering across its shaft.
"Second Brother," Nezha's voice was resolute, "I'll help you."
Just then.
A series of hurried, hurried footsteps came from the stone steps below the city gate.
Jiang Ziya, lifting the hem of his wide Taoist robe, hurriedly climbed onto the city wall.
His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here without caring about his appearance.
"Nephew Nezha!"
Before Jiang Ziya could even stand firmly, his urgent voice had already escaped his lips.
"Your father, Li Jing—"
Before he could finish speaking...
Jade Cauldron Immortal, Nezha, Yang Jian —
The three of them turned their heads at the same time, their eyes all landing on Jiang Ziya.
In the darkness, Yang Jian seemed to have crossed some insurmountable barrier.
One foot already stepping into the realm of the Mystic Immortals!
The sudden burst of oppressive force was as solid as a physical substance, instantly flattening all the drifting yellow sand within a hundred feet of the city wall.
The vast city walls of Xiqi were swept clean by this aura, becoming as smooth as a mirror, so that not even a speck of dust could settle on them.
Then...
This terrifying aura was enough to change the very fabric of the world.
But suddenly, like a receding tide in the deep sea, it quickly receded.
Nezha stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.
Master Yu Ding quietly looked at his disciple, who seemed to have been given a new lease on life.
The gloom that had lingered in his eyes for hundreds of years completely dissipated.
Looking at him, I saw an unprecedented clarity and an unwavering determination.
final......
He nodded slowly.
"Okay, do what you want."
"Remember this..."
"Your teacher is here."
Nezha watched Yang Jian's retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.
He gripped the crimson fire-tipped spear tightly, flames flickering across its shaft.
"Second Brother," Nezha's voice was resolute, "I'll help you."
Just then.
A series of hurried, hurried footsteps came from the stone steps below the city gate.
Jiang Ziya, lifting the hem of his wide Taoist robe, hurriedly climbed onto the city wall.
His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here without caring about his appearance.
"Nephew Nezha!"
Before Jiang Ziya could even stand firmly, his urgent voice had already escaped his lips.
"Your father, Li Jing—"
Before he could finish speaking...
Jade Cauldron Immortal, Nezha, Yang Jian —
The three of them turned their heads at the same time, their eyes all landing on Jiang Ziya.
A flicker of undisguised relief and awe flashed deep in his eyes.
"Click—"
Another crisp cracking sound.
In the darkness, Yang Jian seemed to have crossed some insurmountable barrier.
One foot already stepping into the realm of the Mystic Immortals!
The sudden burst of oppressive force was as solid as a physical substance, instantly flattening all the drifting yellow sand within a hundred feet of the city wall.
The vast city walls of Xiqi were swept clean by this aura, becoming as smooth as a mirror, so that not even a speck of dust could settle on them.
Then...
This terrifying aura was enough to change the very fabric of the world.
But suddenly, like a receding tide in the deep sea, it quickly receded.
Nezha stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.
Master Yu Ding quietly looked at his disciple, who seemed to have been given a new lease on life.
The gloom that had lingered in his eyes for hundreds of years completely dissipated.
Looking at him, I saw an unprecedented clarity and an unwavering determination.
final......
He nodded slowly.
"Okay, do what you want."
"Remember this..."
"Your teacher is here."
Nezha watched Yang Jian's retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.
He gripped the crimson fire-tipped spear tightly, flames flickering across its shaft.
"Second Brother," Nezha's voice was resolute, "I'll help you."
Just then.
A series of hurried, hurried footsteps came from the stone steps below the city gate.
Jiang Ziya, lifting the hem of his wide Taoist robe, hurriedly climbed onto the city wall.
His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here without caring about his appearance.
"Nephew Nezha!"
Before Jiang Ziya could even stand firmly, his urgent voice had already escaped his lips.
"Your father, Li Jing—"
Before he could finish speaking...
Jade Cauldron Immortal, Nezha, Yang Jian —
The three of them turned their heads at the same time, their eyes all landing on Jiang Ziya.