SWDnovel Chapter 3 Tipping and Information
Chapter 3 Tipping and Information
Caught off guard, Zhang Guifang cried out in alarm as her body was uncontrollably sucked off the ground, about to be sucked into the bottle.
Seeing Zhang Guifang in danger, Wen Zhong was extremely anxious, but he was already overwhelmed with worry.
Yun Zhongzi's heart tightened.
This is Cihang Daoren's Pure Glass Bottle. This bottle can absorb all things, and those who enter it will instantly turn into pus and blood. If Zhang Guifang were sucked in, there would be no chance of survival.
He instinctively reached out to unleash the Heavenly Fire Pillar, but the moment his fingertips touched the magic weapon, he instantly withdrew it.
No.
This Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar was crafted by him over tens of thousands of years. The people of the Chan Sect are discerning, and Ju Liusun and Cihang were able to see through his disguise the moment he made a move.
His most important task now is to conceal his whereabouts and absolutely not expose himself to the three religions at the very beginning of the Investiture of the Gods.
But he had to save Zhang Guifang.
Thoughts raced through his mind, and in the blink of an eye, Yun Zhongzi had an idea.
He picked up a magic bean with his fingertips and slowly poured the magical power of Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, which was sealed inside it.
He then flicked his wrist, sending out a magic bean that transformed into the image of Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, with an aura perfectly aligned. At an extreme speed, it crashed into the Pure Glass Bottle.
With a "hum," the bottle trembled slightly, and the powerful suction suddenly stopped.
Zhang Guifang reacted extremely quickly, immediately activating all her magical power to break free from the suction force, and turned to ride her horse back into the Shang army formation.
Ju Liusun and Cihang Daoist, who were at the front of the battle, both changed their expressions at the same time. Sensing the familiar aura of magical power, they both stopped fighting.
They exchanged a glance and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Yun Zhongzi instantly held his breath and suppressed all his magical power to the extreme.
The "Bewitching Immortal Array," set up around him based on the principles of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Array, was running wildly, not daring to let out even a trace of its aura.
Back when the Chan and Jie sects had not yet fallen out, he visited the Three Immortal Islands multiple times under the guise of discussing Taoism, seeking guidance from Lady Yunxiao on the essence of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
This formation was able to capture everyone without the Twelve Golden Immortals noticing, its ability to conceal itself was unparalleled in the Three Realms.
He spent tens of thousands of years dismantling and reconstructing the essence of the formation and placing it on himself. As long as one does not unleash a large amount of magical power, even a quasi-saint would find it difficult to detect his movements.
Cihang spread her divine sense but found nothing amiss. Frowning, she whispered to Julusun:
"Brother Manjushri? But why is he doing this? And why doesn't he show himself?"
Ju Liusun squinted and pondered for a moment:
"Brother Manjushri's actions must have a deeper meaning; let's wait and see."
Both armies had mobilized their entire forces and fought from dawn till dusk, suffering casualties on both sides before finally sounding the retreat.
Yun Zhongzi waited until both armies had returned to their camps before slowly descending from the clouds.
He activated his earth-walking technique and silently made his way to Yuan Futong's camp.
Inside Yuan Futong's central command tent, the lights were on full display.
With a mournful face, he repeatedly bowed to the people seated at the head of the table:
"My esteemed immortal masters, today's battle has been a devastating one for my forces. Four of the seventy-two allied lords have perished, and more than half of our demon warriors have been killed or wounded. If this continues, we won't be able to hold out for even fifteen months, let alone fifteen years!"
Seated at the head of the table were none other than Ju Liusun and Cihang Daoren.
There was also a middle-aged Taoist priest with a compassionate and solemn face, and a vertical line between his eyebrows; he was none other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"Lord Yuan, please calm down."
A voice came from the side; the speaker had ears that reached his shoulders and a wise face.
Yun Zhongzi, hiding underground outside the tent, suddenly narrowed his pupils.
Long-eared Immortal of Light?
This person stole the Six Soul Banner from the Tongtian Sect Leader at the final moment of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, defected to the Western Sect, and eventually became the Dingguang Huanxi Buddha.
Unexpectedly, he had already been mixed up with the Chan Sect and the Western Sect since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods.
Then, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian continued:
"When I arrived, my senior brother had already bestowed upon me a secret medicine that could temporarily raise the cultivation level of humans and demons below the Yuanxian level by two levels, at the cost of reducing their lifespan by three years."
In tomorrow's great battle, we will all make our moves to hold back Wen Zhong, while the rest of us must kill the four Mo generals and Zhang Guifang, who fell from his horse.
As long as Wen Zhong has no one else to rely on, he will be trapped in the North Sea, wasting fifteen years. But remember, this man is destined by Heaven; his life must not be taken.
Ksitigarbha frowned slightly and sighed:
"Such harmful methods are not the actions of a cultivator."
"Brother Ksitigarbha, you are mistaken."
Ju Liusun laughed:
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. As long as the grand plan of bestowing divine titles is achieved, a few sacrifices are nothing."
Having said that, he turned to look at the three demon kings standing below the tent:
"Lion Camel King, Flood Dragon Demon King, and Nine-Headed Insect, the three of you will personally go into battle tomorrow and make sure to take the lives of those four. After the deed is done, the Western Paradise will naturally have a place for the three of you."
"I will obey the Immortal Master's decree!"
The three demons bowed in unison to receive the order.
A storm raged in Yun Zhongzi's heart, deep underground.
In his previous life, he only considered the tribulations on the journey to the West as a temporary arrangement by Buddhism.
Unexpectedly, these pieces were already laid during the Investiture of the Gods, more than a thousand years ago.
What alarmed him even more was that the "eldest brother" mentioned by Chang Er Ding Guang Xian was none other than Duo Bao Dao Ren, the chief disciple of the Jie Sect.
It turns out that there was already a traitor within the Jie Sect from the very beginning of the Investiture of the Gods.
He dared not linger, and silently activated his earth-movement technique, heading towards Wen Zhong's camp. Inside Wen Zhong's central command tent, the lights were bright.
The four Mo family generals, Zhang Guifang, and others gathered together, discussing among themselves how the rebels' methods were too wicked.
Despite his poor cultivation level, he could always predict their movements in advance.
"Shut up, all of you."
Wen Zhong spoke in a deep voice, and the tent fell silent instantly.
His brow twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"What happened today could not have been accomplished by Yuan Futong alone; there must be a mastermind behind it. Everyone return to your camps to reorganize and be on high alert. We will fight again tomorrow."
The others obeyed and dispersed, leaving only Wen Zhong inside the tent.
Yun Zhongzi, deep underground, picked up a magic bean with his fingertips, which contained a wisp of Yu Ding Zhenren's magic power.
He had considered it repeatedly. Yu Ding Zhenren was always low-key and had no deep hatred for the Jie Sect. If Wen Zhong saw him, he wouldn't immediately assume it was a trap.
Moreover, the Twelve Golden Immortals are not a united front; if this matter were exposed, it would only be perceived as an internal power struggle within the Chan Sect.
If handled properly, it could even provide the Shang Dynasty with a war god—Yang Jian.
With a flick of his fingertip, the wisp of energy silently slipped into the tent, landing on the command desk in front of Wen Zhong, condensing into a line of pale gold characters that vanished in an instant:
Chang Er Ding Guang Xian, carrying Duo Bao Dao Ren's secret medicine, will use forbidden medicine to enhance the rebels' cultivation tomorrow, at the cost of reducing his lifespan by three years;
Ju Liusun and Cihang Daoren will try to hold you back. Lion Camel King, Jiao Demon King, and Nine-Headed Insect plan to assassinate the Four Demon Generals and Zhang Guifang, intending to trap you in the North Sea and sever the Human Emperor's arm.
Yun Zhongzi did not reveal the identities of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian and Di Zang. Firstly, the Rabbit Lord was one of the Seven Immortals who served Tong Tian Jiao Zhu of the Jie Sect. Revealing this would easily arouse suspicion, which would be unwise.
Secondly, since this place belongs to Wen Zhong, Lord Rabbit will definitely not take action personally.
Wen Zhong's pupils contracted sharply, and his divine eye on his forehead opened instantly, its golden light sweeping across the entire camp, leaving no stone unturned even three feet into the ground.
No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace of the messenger.
"Who is this distinguished guest who offered assistance? Why not show yourself? I will surely repay you handsomely!"
There was silence outside the tent, and no one answered.
Wen Zhong frowned as he looked at the faded writing on the table. He immediately got up, set up an altar, lit incense and prayed, intending to send a message to his master, the Golden Spirit Mother, about this matter.
Hearing the conversation between the master and disciple, the Golden Spirit Mother became furious and was about to arrive.
Yun Zhongzi was startled.
The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit is the head of the female immortals of the Jie Sect. The last time we met, she had already cultivated to the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and her strength was unfathomable.
Just in case, he activated his escape technique and fled five hundred miles in one breath, determined not to linger here even a moment longer. This was to prevent such a powerful being from recognizing the Bewitching Immortal Array.
But as soon as he stopped, the space around him was suddenly locked by a powerful force.
His prized Bewitching Immortal Array was instantly shattered.
His entire body's magical power was as if it were imprisoned, and he couldn't mobilize even a fraction of it.
Yun Zhongzi felt a chill run down his spine, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
The one who could easily break his Bewitching Immortal Formation and imprison his Golden Immortal power must be at least a Quasi-Saint!