louisehourcade Chapter 701 Later, Momoyama Saves His Mother!
Chapter 701 Later, Momoyama Saves His Mother!
Quasi-Saint?!
How old is Yang Jian?
How many years has he cultivated? He's already attained Quasi-Sainthood?!
Now, even the celestial officials who had originally wanted to rebuke the Giant Spirit God for his incompetence shut their mouths.
What a joke! If a quasi-saint comes knocking on our door, let alone 100,000 heavenly soldiers, even a million heavenly soldiers wouldn't be enough to handle it!
On the surface, Haotian was furious, but in his heart he was overjoyed.
Well done! That kid, Giant Spirit God, has a bright future!
The reason given by the Quasi-Saint is simply perfect! It not only explains why the South Heavenly Gate was lost, but also highlights Yang Jian's prestige.
In this way, his subsequent "appeasement" policy became a natural progression.
All of this was, of course, an act for the person behind Yang Jian.
Although Haotian was personally appointed Heavenly Emperor by the Dao Ancestor, he still had to back down when faced with an unreasonable and fierce person like Niu Ben.
As long as the matter of splitting the mountain to save his mother can be kept within the scope of "family conflict", what does it matter if he loses a little face?
Just as Haotian was preparing to follow the script and have Taibai Jinxing go down to "persuade" the enemy to surrender, going through the motions, an untimely voice suddenly rang out from the train.
"His Majesty!"
A celestial official, clad in golden armor and with a resolute face, stepped forward from the crowd and bowed to Haotian.
"Yang Jian, a mere nobody, dares to defy the might of Heaven simply because he possesses some cultivation level; his crime deserves death!"
"Such a trivial matter, why should Your Majesty trouble yourself? This humble general, 'Vajra Immortal,' is willing to lead a force to capture that traitor and, in front of all the gods and Buddhas, publicly execute him as a warning to others and to uphold the laws of Heaven!"
His words were righteous and impassioned, as if he were a loyal minister and filial son from heaven.
Upon seeing this person, many celestial officials showed expressions of surprise.
This Vajra Immortal is a powerful figure who joined the Heavenly Court in recent years. His cultivation has reached the Quasi-Saint level, making him a notable figure in the Heavenly Court.
But he is usually very low-key and never participates in the struggles between various forces. Why is he suddenly so active today?
Haotian's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
The script has been disrupted.
He remembered this Vajra Immortal.
Its origins are unknown, but the faint aura of Buddhist light emanating from its body could not be hidden from the Heavenly Emperor.
People of the West!
Those two, Jieyin and Zhunti, are pawns planted in the Heavenly Court!
What are they trying to do?
Haotian's mind raced, and he instantly understood the other party's scheme.
Yang Jian is a third-generation disciple of the Xuanmen sect and a direct disciple of Niu Ben.
If the Western Sect could capture him, or even injure him, it would undoubtedly be a slap in the face to the Xuanmen!
If Yang Jian could be captured alive, it could be used as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the Xuanmen sect. They could even use this opportunity to extend their reach into the important matter of "splitting the mountain to save his mother" and seek merit and fortune!
What a clever scheme!
Haotian sneered inwardly, but his face revealed a complex expression that combined "difficulty" and "admiration".
He couldn't refuse outright.
If someone volunteers to help the Heavenly Court, wouldn't it make the Heavenly Emperor seem like he can't judge people well and is unwilling to let his loyal ministers do their part?
So be it.
Since you Western religions want to be the first to step forward, then I will grant your wish.
Perfect timing! Let you test the waters and see just how deep Yang Jian and that mysterious old man beside him really are.
Thinking of this, Haotian's "anger" lessened slightly, and he replaced it with an approving expression.
"Excellent! Vajra Immortal's loyalty is commendable; I am greatly pleased!"
He paused, then changed the subject, feigning concern.
"However, Yang Jian is already a quasi-sage, and I fear there might be a problem if you go alone. How about this..."
Haotian's gaze fell on another burly, somewhat simple-minded giant among the princes.
"Giant Spirit God, you shall accompany Vajra Immortal on this journey and bring that traitor back alive!"
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When Vajra Immortal heard that Haotian was going to send the Giant Spirit God with him, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The Giant Spirit God, with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, is merely the material for a vanguard general in the Heavenly Court—in short, high-level cannon fodder. What use would sending him along be?
Is it ostensibly to assist, but actually to spy on us?
Vajra Immortal sneered inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. He knew that Haotian was giving him a warning and also keeping an eye on him.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
What can a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal possibly do? As long as I can defeat Yang Jian, achieve this monumental feat, and gain the sect leader's favor, what is a mere Giant Spirit God?
"As Your Majesty commands! This humble general will certainly not fail in your trust!"
The Vajra Immortal and the Giant Spirit God, who had been called upon and walked out with an honest and simple face, both received the decree and transformed into two beams of divine light, heading straight for the South Heavenly Gate.
……
At this moment, outside the South Heavenly Gate.
Yang Jian and Dong Wanggong have crossed the battlefield filled with "corpses" and officially entered the territory of the Heavenly Court.
Along the way, no more heavenly soldiers or generals dared to stop them. The patrol teams, upon seeing the two of them from afar, would turn tail and run as if they had seen a ghost, as if they were afraid of having anything to do with them.
"Young Master, what exactly is this Haotian Gourd up to? It's too strange."
Following behind Yang Jian, Dong Wanggong looked at the strange scene and couldn't help but ask in a telepathic message.
He was, after all, the head of the ancient male immortals, and had once been in charge of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court. What storms hadn't he seen?
But this was the first time he had ever seen a situation like today, where someone came to his door and was greeted with a welcoming line, as if they were worried that he hadn't had enough of a fight.
A cold smile curved at the corners of Yang Jian's lips.
"What else could he possibly be selling? He's just afraid, afraid of my master."
Yang Jian's eyes were sharp and insightful.
"He wanted to use this method to show weakness to my master and tell me that he had no intention of being an enemy of the Xuanmen. At the same time, he also wanted to put on a victim's posture, let me 'fight' and 'make a scene' enough, and then he would step in as an elder to mediate, give me some benefits, and make me back down."
"He thought that by doing this, he could save face as the Heavenly Emperor and quell my anger. Too bad..."
A resolute glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
"He underestimated my determination to rescue my mother! I'm not here today to put on a show of brotherly love; I'm here to demand justice!"
Just as the two were talking, two figures appeared from afar on the cloud path ahead, blocking their way.
One of them, a man of imposing stature, wielding a giant axe adorned with embroidered patterns, was none other than the Giant Spirit God.
The other person, clad in golden armor, exuded the powerful aura of a quasi-saint, with faint Buddhist light flowing around him. His expression was arrogant; he was none other than Vajra Immortal, who had come on orders.
"Is the visitor Yang Jian?"
Vajra Immortal stepped forward, looking down at Yang Jian and demanding an explanation. He deliberately unleashed his full power, wanting to give Yang Jian a taste of his power.
"I am the Vajra Immortal of the Heavenly Court! By decree of His Majesty the Jade Emperor, I have come to arrest you, you traitor who defies the Heavenly Rules! Surrender now and come with me to the Lingxiao Palace to receive your punishment!"
His voice was loud and powerful, imbued with magical energy, and he considered himself to be incredibly imposing.
However, Yang Jian merely glanced at him coldly, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.
He didn't even bother to speak, only letting out a soft snort from his nose, his gaze falling on the Buddha's aura that Vajra Immortal couldn't conceal no matter what.
"A bald monk from Western religion?"
Yang Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with undisguised contempt and disgust.
Before he finished speaking, the Eastern King Duke beside him had already taken a step forward.
boom!
A terrifying aura, many times stronger than that of the Vajra Immortal, suddenly erupted! It was the supreme pressure of the late Quasi-Saint stage, mixed with a trace of chaotic energy that even Saints felt their hearts tremble!
"A mere lackey of the West dares to bark at my young master on the territory of the Heavenly Court?"
The Eastern King's voice was icy cold, but his cloudy old eyes were now frighteningly bright, like two black suns, fixedly on the Vajra Immortal.
"The feud between my master and the two Western Saints is common knowledge. You blind fool, how dare you jump out like this? Do you think the blades of my Xuanmen are not sharp enough?"
"Or are you saying that your Western religion wants to interfere in my family affairs, Yang Jian's family matters?"
Yang Jian's voice followed closely behind. Although it was calm, the killing intent it contained caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
The expression on Vajra Immortal's face changed instantly!
The arrogance and smugness on his face vanished instantly under the oppressive aura of the Eastern King, replaced by endless fear and horror!
Late stage of Quasi-Saint!
The old servant following Yang Jian was actually a powerful figure in the late Quasi-Saint stage?!
How is that possible!
The intelligence was incorrect! A serious error!
He thought that this trip was just to pick on an easy target. How powerful could Yang Jian, a newly promoted Quasi-Saint, be?
Even if I, a quasi-saint, can't defeat him, I can maneuver around him and wait for the Giant Spirit God to go up as cannon fodder, then find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Taking down Yang Jian would be a piece of cake.
But now, he is facing an insurmountable mountain!
He felt his very soul trembling; locked in by that aura, he couldn't even move a finger.
He tried to speak, to invoke the names of the two Western Saints to save his life, but found that he couldn't even utter a sound.
Yang Jian slowly raised the three-pointed double-edged spear in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light.
I'll ask you one more time.
"Does the Western Sect want to interfere in my family affairs?"
Cold sweat poured down Jin Gang Xian's forehead like a waterfall.
He wanted to answer, to say "I dare not," to say "this is a misunderstanding," but under the terrifying pressure of the late-stage Quasi-Saint Dongwanggong, he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.
His primordial spirit felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and even his thinking began to sluggish.
fear!
An unprecedented fear gripped his mind.
He could only look desperately at the giant god beside him with pleading eyes.
However, the giant spirit god was in no better condition than him at the moment.
This kind-hearted giant, known for his strength in the Heavenly Court, was currently holding his Xuanhua Giant Axe, his legs trembling like a leaf.
My God!
What's going on?
One is in the early stage of Quasi-Saint, and the other is in the late stage of Quasi-Saint!
Just to capture these two people, His Majesty the Jade Emperor sent one of our half-step Quasi-Saints and one of our Taiyi Golden Immortals?
Isn't this sending us to our deaths?!
The Giant Spirit God's mind went blank. His Majesty the Jade Emperor's order was for him to "supervise the army" and "observe," not to face such a certain death situation!
He desperately wanted to turn and run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and wouldn't obey him at all.
Just as Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged spear was about to strike, in despair, Vajra Immortal finally mustered his last bit of strength and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"You...you dare to kill me...my sect's saint...will not let you get away with this..."
"Noisy."
Before Yang Jian could react, the Eastern King Duke frowned impatiently.
He turned to Yang Jian and respectfully asked, "Young Master, this scoundrel is spouting nonsense and threatening you. Should this old servant do the deed and shut him up?"
A hint of impatience finally appeared on Yang Jian's indifferent face.
He had originally intended to ask a few more questions to see if he could extract any information about the Western Religion's conspiracies from the man. But now it seemed unnecessary.
Haotian is acting; he needs an actor to break the stage.
And this Western cult lackey who has come to our doorstep is the perfect sacrifice.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
"Senior," Yang Jian's voice was completely flat, "this dog is too noisy."
With a single sentence, the death sentence for Vajra Immortal was pronounced.
"This old servant obeys!"
This is exactly what the Eastern King Duke was waiting for!
This is his first battle after submitting to his new master, and also his best opportunity to demonstrate his worth! He must make it a resounding success!
He didn't even make any extra movements; his gaze, fixed on Vajra Immortal, suddenly sharpened!
What was originally just an intimidating aura has now transformed into a tangible attack!
The space seemed to be completely frozen at that moment.
The terror on Jin Gang Xian's face, the shape of his mouth as if he wanted to shout, and the last trace of struggle in his eyes were all frozen in this moment.
Then, under the gaze of the giant spirit's eyes, which were as wide as copper bells, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
"Click..."
A faint, almost inaudible cracking sound rang out.
On the surface of Vajra Immortal's powerful physical body, which was cultivated using the Vajra Indestructible Method, fine cracks began to appear.
Cracks spread rapidly, like a spider web, instantly covering his entire body.
"No……"
He was finally able to make a sound, but he only managed to utter a single, desperate syllable.
next second.
"Bang!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no devastating energy fluctuations.
Vajra Immortal, this powerful quasi-saint, silently turned into a sky full of golden dust right before everyone's eyes.
Along with his primordial spirit, his true soul, and all traces of his existence in this world, everything was completely erased by the Eastern King Duke's single glance, which contained the power of the primordial chaos, cleanly and neatly, without a trace of cause and effect.
A gentle breeze swept by, and golden dust drifted and scattered among the sea of clouds, as if it had never existed.
one move.
No, it doesn't even qualify as a single move.
With just a glance, a half-step quasi-saint was annihilated, body and soul!
The entire venue was deathly silent.
"thump!"
The giant spirit could no longer hold on. The giant axe in his hand clattered to the ground, and he collapsed onto the clouds, his face ashen and his body trembling like a leaf.
died?
Did Vajra Immortal just die like that?
Not even a crumb was left?
His mind was buzzing; he was completely stunned by what he had never imagined.
The Eastern King withdrew his gaze, as if he had only done a trivial matter. He turned to Yang Jian and bowed respectfully once more.
"Young Master, the annoying flies have been cleaned up."
Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction.
This show of force was perfectly timed.
He didn't bother to see the outcome, for it was already predetermined. His gaze passed over the limp giant god and landed on the magnificent, golden Lingxiao Palace nestled deep within the swirling clouds.
He knew that his good uncle was watching.
Then, Yang Jian's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the giant spirit god who was almost scared out of his wits.
A cold, emotionless gaze.
When the giant spirit saw him, he felt a shiver run through his body and almost couldn't hold back his urge to urinate.
"you,"
Yang Jian's voice, like the coldest ice in the netherworld, struck the heart of the Giant Spirit God.
"Go back and tell my good uncle."
"Ten days later..."
"I will go to Peach Mountain to rescue my mother!"