Yan Zhi nodded and transford into a red glow, floating in front of Shen Gongbao, guiding his path.
Shen Gongbao gritted his teeth and rushed into the Blood Sea following the guidance.
Lady Rashamon cheered delightedly from behind, "Daoist Master, you’ve got this!"
Poor Shen Gongbao, unaware of Mrs. Zhang’s famous saying: ’The prettier the woman, the better the liar.’
The trickster who road the Primordial lands with his silver tongue, Shen Gongbao, ultimately fell at the hands of a beautiful woman.
Lady Rashamon watched Shen Gongbao stupidly stepping into the Blood Sea and a red glint flashed in her eyes. Those male Asuras were indeed all useless, not even close to her wise and dashing Nezha.
With intelligence like this, he managed to scam the Asuras halfway crippled?
Well, it only took her a breeze to trick Shen Gongbao totally senseless!
As for her? She wasn’t hanging around just to ss with Shen Gongbao. She just happened to stumble upon him, and, with her mischievous streak kicking in, helped her cheap father vent so anger while having a bit of fun.
Yan Zhi rely played along with Lady Rashamon, fooling around. Leading Shen Gongbao straight to the bottom of the Blood Sea—yes, the sa place where Nezha sought the Heavenly Opening Muddied Qi earlier.
Then, without a sound, she quietly slipped away, leaving only a trace of red glow to guide Shen Gongbao. Yan Zhi had no intention of sticking around that dreadful place at the Blood Sea’s depths.
As for where Shen Gongbao would end up? Whether he could co back alive?
It wasn’t much her business, anyway.
Who are you? Do I even know you?
Shen Gongbao unknowingly embarked on a strange journey, but that’s a story for another ti.
anwhile, on the battlefield between Shang and Zhou, the Shang army welcod powerful reinforcents, led by none other than the Fire Spirit Saint Mother and the Jie Sect Immortals.
As a disciple of Duobao, the Fire Spirit Saint Mother was never short of cultivation techniques or magical treasures. While her title of Third Generation Head Disciple of the Jie Sect was a bit overblown, the Fire Spirit Saint Mother herself was undoubtedly formidable.
She was joined by quite a few immortals, including the infamous pyromaniac Luo Xuan, who led a group of Nine Dragon Island Qi Cultivators.
Luo Xuan, known as the Fla Immortal, possessed divine skills such as his Three-headed and Six-ard transformation. His magical treasures included the Flying Smoke Sword, the Five Dragon Wheel, the Ten Thousand Miles Cloud Smoke, the Sky Light Seal, the Ten Thousand Crow Pot, and he rode the Chi Yan Steed. His cultivation level had reached the Golden Immortal realm, earning him the title of imnsely powerful.
Luo Xuan himself was a fire essence transford into a human form, naturally attuned to the Fire Elent. The Fire Spirit Saint Mother, being the embodint of the world’s first Ding Fire Qi, had long caught his eye, and he relentlessly pursued her all these years.
Unfortunately for him, the Fire Spirit Saint Mother remained unresponsive. The reason? She thought Luo Xuan was ugly.
Her evaluation of him: "Without makeup, he looks scarier than a ghost. With makeup, even ghosts would break into a cold sweat."
As for seniority differences? Jie Sect disciples typically didn’t care much about such things.
But cultivators were stubborn folk. Rejection didn’t discourage Luo Xuan—he simply kept pursuing. After all, for immortals, ti was abundant.
When fellow Nine Dragon Island cultivator Lv Yue faced a crisis, Luo Xuan didn’t budge. But this ti, upon hearing that the Fire Spirit Saint Mother had left her mountain retreat, not only did he promptly pack his food and set out, but he also brought along so Qi Cultivators who had joined him—just to win her favor.
Let’s just say simps exist everywhere!
At Chuanyun Pass, with Shen Gongbao absent, the person in charge was now Zhang Shan. It wasn’t that Lu Xiong wasn’t trusted, but the old general had grown weary with age. After the Asura incident and the fall of the Asura Clan, he beca gravely ill and never recovered.
After so ti recuperating, he faced another crushing defeat of the Shang forces. His final act before retreating to Chuanyun Pass was a last command as an old general.
Unable to endure the strain of the retreat, he fell ill and passed away, his na added to the list of the deceased.
Zhang Shan was called upon to replace Lu Xiong. While his martial arts proficiency was undisputed, his strategic planning left much to be desired. But with no other options, he was thrust into the position.
Initially boasting his martial prowess, Zhang Shan tried sparring with Wei Hu. But after a brief exchange, Wei Hu realized raw martial arts alone wouldn’t suffice. Resorting to mana, Wei Hu wielded his Vajra Pestle and knocked Zhang Shan flat with two strikes. Were it not for tily military intervention and Wei Hu holding back, Zhang Shan might have made his debut and retirent within the sa battle.
Those two strikes humbled Zhang Shan considerably, prompting him to imdiately hang up a ceasefire token until reinforcents arrived.
Following proper etiquette, the Jie Sect Immortals, upon arrival, were treated to a feast!
While the Fire Spirit Saint Mother was fiery-tempered, her manners and elegance were impeccable, setting a high standard that kept other male immortals in check.
Watching all this, Zhang Shan was full of admiration, remarking, "Now, this is a true immortal of the Dao. Whoever claid Jie Sect Immortals only arrive to feast and watch performances without contributing to battles was spreading malicious lies!"
The next day, the two sides confronted each other at Chuanyun Pass.
Yang Ren, who had been riding high lately, stepped forward and proclaid, "You lot, colluding with the Netherworld Demons, have disgraced the Human Clan. Our army, supported by Heaven’s Will, is here to save the people from water and fire! We are the righteous force. Surrender now!"
Though Yang Ren’s brain wasn’t quite right, he was, after all, once a doctor. Stripping away ntions of the Netherworld Demons, his words were quite serious.
The Fire Spirit Saint Mother exchanged a glance with Luo Xuan, puzzled by the ntion of ’Netherworld Demons.’ What kind of Primordial beings were they?
As personal disciples of a Great Sect, their knowledge was vast.
Prideful of her status as the Jie Sect’s Third Generation Head Disciple, the Fire Spirit Saint Mother couldn’t tolerate being labeled as a Netherworld Demon.
Fuming, she declared, "How dare you! I am the Fire Spirit Saint Mother, Third Generation Head Disciple of the Jie Sect. What is this Netherworld Demon nonsense? Have you lost your mind?"
Below, the Chan Sect Immortals collectively thought with remarkable synchronicity: Fairy, you’re spot-on!
Yang Ren’s mind might be twisted, but his vision wasn’t impaired. Upon spotting the graceful and fiery Fire Spirit Saint Mother in her resplendent red robes, he froze. The human brain works in mysterious ways, utterly unpredictable in its next leap of logic.
Yang Ren suddenly let out a howl, pointing at the Fire Spirit Saint Mother, and exclaid, "I understand now! You must be a descendant of the Fire Elent lineage from Five Elents Village! Of course, the Netherworld Demons must have destroyed Five Elents Village, captured you, and raised you to fight against the Armor Warriors!
Fire Spirit, wake up! We’re from the sa village!"
Jiang Ziya: "..."
Chan Sect Disciples: "..."
Zhang Shan: "???"
Jie Sect Immortals: "???"
The Shang army’s morale wavered for real this ti. Zhang Shan watched the Fire Spirit Saint Mother warily, half-expecting her to suddenly shout, ’Fla Dragon Armor assemble!’ After all, Yang Ren’s Purple Ribbon Immortal Armor had been giving them hell for days.
Luo Xuan was utterly bewildered, glancing at her for confirmation: Wait, is he actually your village fellow? Are we still fighting or not?
The Fire Spirit Saint Mother was genuinely enraged. What Five Elents Village? What fellow villager?
Since her transformation, she had been cultivating on Golden Turtle Island. Where would she even get a fellow villager? This guy was clearly just like Luo Xuan, another lowly man trying to butter her up!
Ugly as sin, with a grotesque mishmash of tal and flesh on his face—do you even qualify?
She imdiately unleashed a blast of Samadhi Fire.
The terrifying flas activated Yang Ren’s armor. After the firestorm subsided, the slightly singed Yang Ren wasn’t even angry. Instead, he earnestly spoke up, saying, "You truly must carry the Fire Lineage’s blood. With such high concentration of fire bloodline, you can even breathe fire!
Fire Spirit, wake up! All we need is the Fire Elent Divine Stone to summon Fla Dragon Armor! Then together, we’ll completely obliterate the Netherworld Army and restore peace to the world!"
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