PNB Chapter 267 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
Chapter 267 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
They failed to capture Qinglong Pass and instead lost four fellow cultivators.
They lost 20,000 troops.
Wen Zhong led his remaining troops in a slow retreat, their morale low and their hearts filled with unease.
When the army reached a treacherous place with towering peaks and deep, steep ravines, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive and heavy.
The majestic black unicorn beneath Wen Zhong suddenly became restless, as if it had keenly sensed the tension deep within its master's heart, and abruptly raised its head and roared towards the sky.
"Roar~~"
The roar ripped through the sky like thunder, startling the birds in the valley and causing wild beasts to scatter in all directions.
Hearing the roar, Deng Chanyu, who had been recuperating in the rear, was startled and quickly spurred her horse forward to inquire:
"Grand Tutor, what has happened?"
At this moment, Wen Zhong clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his originally rosy complexion instantly turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
He stared wide-eyed, his gaze almost blank as he stared at the three large characters on an ancient stone tablet beside the steep cliff—Jue Long Ridge!
Upon seeing these three words, Wen Zhong's body trembled slightly involuntarily. He gazed towards the distant Golden Turtle Island, his eyes filled with terror and sorrow, and murmured to himself:
"My master is the Golden Spirit Mother of the Jie Sect. When I descended the mountain, she solemnly warned me that I would 'die upon encountering an absolute calamity' in this life! I never imagined that I would actually arrive here today, at Jue Long Ridge..."
Faced with this desperate situation, Wen Zhong was caught in a dilemma.
Stopping moving forward was the choice his master wanted him to make.
If he survives, he can return to Jin'ao Island to continue his cultivation.
Moving forward bravely is a way of living up to the trust placed in him by three generations of Shang Dynasty kings.
Both the ruler and his ministers were satisfied.
He calmed himself down and finally looked towards Chaoge.
After a moment of silence, Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"Let's go!"
As his words fell, the entire army began to move forward again with difficulty, marching toward their unknown fate.
Yang Jiao, who had been quietly watching from the mountain, watched as Grand Tutor Wen led his remaining army of less than 300,000 men across Jue Long Ridge and turned back.
Mosquito Taoist tilted his head, puzzled, and asked:
"Didn't you say you were here to find someone?"
"No need."
Yang Jiao walked very quickly.
They were getting further and further away from the army led by Wen Zhong, which was going in the opposite direction.
Yang Jiao tilted her head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on her face, and murmured softly:
"Some people make choices because they have to."
It has nothing to do with anything.
It was simply because that person was Wen Zhong—the veteran minister who served three dynasties and was entrusted with the important task of raising the young emperor by Emperor Yi on his deathbed.
Even though the path was clearly laid out before him, Wen Zhong would still embark on the journey without hesitation and without looking back.
At this moment, discussing with him the so-called path to physical sainthood, or promising him immortality and a future divine position, would likely be a great insult to this loyal old general.
So even though Yang Jiao truly regretted that such a loyal and veteran general's soul was ultimately consigned to the Investiture of the Gods, she still suppressed her urge to persuade him.
"Let's go."
Yang Jiao sighed softly and quickened her pace.
Returning to the Investiture Platform, she quietly watched as the names on the Investiture List appeared one by one. This seemingly helpless act was, in fact, the only thing she could do at the moment.
There was no other choice but to silently wait for the outcome of the great battle to be decided.
It was a choice Yang Jiao had no other option but to make.
……
Zhong Nanshan, Yuzhu Cave.
Yun Zhongzi's eye bags were almost hanging down onto his face.
The great undertaking of the Investiture of the Gods was clearly on the right track.
The number of disciples from the Chan and Jie sects involved was increasing, and even Maitreya and Ksitigarbha of the Western Sect couldn't sit still and came to him in a panic.
These two have nothing to do with the Investiture of the Gods.
but!
It's related to Master Yuding!
They had been living in fear for three years because of Yang Jiao's incident, and before they could even catch their breath, they were going to live in fear for several more years.
Ksitigarbha's muscles are getting firmer and firmer.
Is it refined?
No, it's because he lives on edge every day.
"Senior Brother Yu Ding, you have caused your junior brother so much suffering!"
After finishing the role of stand-ins for Yang Jiao's family, he immediately went on to make the mask for Yu Ding Zhenren.
From now on, if anyone says that Yun Zhongzi is the most blessed person, he will take a needle and thread and poke their mouths!
Nobody has suffered as much as him!
No matter how you look at Maitreya's smile now, it seems like a bitter smile.
He stood aside and asked anxiously:
"Fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi, this mask must be realistic, so that no one can tell it's fake."
They were truly out of options when they came up with this terrible idea of creating several copies of Jade Cauldron Immortal's face.
In times of crisis, it would be better for them to wear masks and transform their appearance before going on stage than for the completely clueless Master Yu Ding to go on stage himself!
At least, the chances of survival are much greater.
The three exchanged a glance, and each saw a deep longing in the other's eyes.
Live!
We cannot be dragged down with them and die.
Their bright future!
Yun Zhongzi gritted his teeth and desperately refined it.
Just as he reached the solidification stage, he suddenly looked up towards Chaoge and said in a deep voice:
"It's time."
The two were puzzled.
Suddenly, Yun Zhongzi burrowed under the refining platform, and after a long time, he pulled out a pair of large wings.
Ksitigarbha frowned and asked:
"This is... for Master Yuding?"
“No.” Yun Zhongzi shook his head and hurriedly said, “It’s time for my disciple to go down the mountain.”
He hurried toward the cave entrance, saying as he passed the two people:
"Although we disciples of the Chan Sect did not participate in the battle, we have all sent our disciples. Now it is time for Lei Zhenzi to descend the mountain."
"Rest assured, fellow Daoists, I will make the mask and deliver it to you before Senior Brother Yu Ding goes down the mountain. I'm off now."
Yun Zhongzi had a keen sense of fortune and misfortune, and he seized opportunities perfectly.
Because of this good fortune, he was able to escape many calamities.
Now, he suddenly felt that it was time to send Lei Zhenzi down the mountain, and he immediately stopped delaying.
He picked up the pair of wings he had hastily made for his apprentice and went to look for the person.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha exchanged a glance and suddenly stopped feeling sorry for how tired Daoist Yun Zhongzi was.
Ksitigarbha gave a light chuckle, and together with Maitreya, they turned back to the Western Paradise, saying halfway there:
"He's still not tired. Even when he's in such a rush, he still managed to squeeze in time to make such a big pair of wings."
Maitreya wholeheartedly agreed.
"Fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi still has a lot of room for improvement."
How could those two know?
Even Yun Zhongzi complained that the wings weren't big enough or imposing enough.
If he had a little more time, those wings would have been dazzling enough to dazzle the enemy the moment they were revealed!
He hurried outside the cave.
Looking at her disciple, who had changed appearance after eating two of her immortal apricots out of curiosity, she felt a pang of heartache.
"It's all my fault. I've been too busy refining your master's face to keep you in check."
At this moment, Lei Zhenzi was no longer a child; his face was as blue as indigo, and his hair as red as cinnabar.
He looked at Yun Zhongzi, his eyes almost bulging as he lowered his gaze:
"Master..."
Yun Zhongzi sighed softly, placed his calloused palms on Lei Zhenzi's face, and said gently:
"Get ready, Master will give you a beautiful face and the wings you've always wanted."
Lei Zhenzi's gloomy mood suddenly brightened!
He's going to have wings!
……
Having witnessed the deaths of the four Mo family generals, Shen Gongbao sat quietly in the mountain hollow.
The lonely figure looked even more ambiguous at this moment, making it even harder to discern what his purpose was. Perhaps, even Shen Gongbao himself didn't know.
So he let the yellow sand and fierce winds ravage him.
An indescribable emotion surged in his eyes.
After a long while, he brushed the dust off his body, turned around, mounted the black-spotted tiger, and patted the back of its neck.
Black-spotted Tiger ran towards White Deer Island.
Upon seeing Qin Tianjun, Shen Gongbao immediately stepped forward and shouted:
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."