Chapter 138 You always knew my parents weren't dead...
Without Nezha needing to lift a finger, the flower bud naturally burned to ashes. The burning ashes flowed like water through Nezha's fingers, slowly falling to the ground.
Military orders are absolute; they cannot be taken lightly in the face of momentous events.
The embers streaked across their eyes, and the two, who had been suspended in mid-air for a brief moment, nodded slowly to each other.
In an instant, time began to flow again.
"Be careful in everything," Nezha said.
Pingyu replied, "Okay, wait for me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the flames reignited the fiery wheels beneath the boy's boots. They brushed past each other and went their separate ways. Ping Yu had just been cured of the fire poison, and her spiritual energy was still not flowing smoothly. She used the Rainbow Escape and Shrinking Earth Technique repeatedly, barely managing to reach the outside of the camp in a short time.
Before they had gone far, Lu Ya's figure was already in front of them.
Wen Zhong's dispatch of men to steal the Seven Arrows Book created a tense and oppressive atmosphere among the crowd. Success or failure hinged on this moment, and a gloomy mood settled over the camp. Lu Ya, however, remained as carefree as ever. When Ping Yu found him, he was nonchalantly drinking wine from his gourd.
Lu Ya has many gourds.
Bottles for oil, water, wine, and even magical artifacts...
Sometimes Pingyu even thought that he should just stop calling him "wild man" and just call him "Grandpa"!
With so many gourds around, this is the most appropriate way to address them. Shouting "Your Taoist Grandpa is here!" while fighting someone also sounds quite imposing.
After waiting behind him for a while, Lu Ya kept drinking as if he hadn't seen her at all, which made Ping Yu suspect that he was just trying to prevent her from having sex with Nezha, so he deliberately found an excuse to call her back.
Pingyu had no choice but to speak up and remind him: "Master!"
Lu Ya gestured: "No rush, wait for someone."
A moment later, bells rang out continuously outside the camp. The bell ringer, imbued with spiritual power, made the sound seem tangible, spreading out in long waves, layer upon layer, the sound waves pointedly at Lu Ya with a rather pointed tone. Ping Yu, unaware of what had happened during the two days he and Nezha had been gone, asked, "Master, what's going on?"
At this moment, someone informed the assembled immortal masters that Zhang Tianjun had set up a formation outside the gate and was ringing a bell to shout towards the camp.
Seeing that Lu Ya remained as steady as Mount Tai, Ping Yu hurriedly said, "Master!"
Only then did the Taoist priest move.
He beckoned to Pingyu, "Let's go, let's go discuss matters."
The two entered the tent together, and upon lifting the outer curtain, they heard Randeng say to Ziya, "This is the Red Sand Formation. Only a person with abundant blessings can enter the formation to ensure the safety of the person who enters it."
Ping Yu and Lu Ya entered the tent later. As soon as they stepped in, all eyes were on them. Ping Yu paused and quickly bowed, saying, "Prime Minister, Uncles."
Nezha and Yang Jian were sent to Qishan to compete for the Seven Arrows Book, but why haven't they returned yet, and Jiang Ziya went back to camp first? Besides, if she remembered correctly, the Red Sand Formation plot should have taken place after the Seven Arrows Book was retrieved.
Had her arrival changed everything? Thoughts about the "butterfly effect" flashed through Ping Yu's mind. But the thought didn't last long; in the blink of an eye, a tremendous force caused her to stumble forward.
!?
Pingyu quickly swung her arms around a few times to maintain her balance, and only when she stood still did she realize that she was frozen in the center of the tent.
The immortals looked at her hesitantly, as if they didn't understand how she could be so reckless. Before the embarrassment came confusion. Pingyu only had Lu Ya behind her. She knew that her master wouldn't act rashly in important matters, and she didn't know the meaning behind his actions.
But her master's voice rang out the moment she steadied herself: "Fellow Daoists, do you have any candidates for the so-called 'blessed' person?"
Ran Deng glanced at the master and disciple beneath him and replied, "To break the Red Sand Formation, perhaps His Majesty himself must enter the formation. If it were anyone else, I fear..."
Ran Deng hesitated, his face practically screaming, "Your Majesty, you should personally lead the army!" King Wu sat in the main seat, still unresponsive. But Ziya reacted first, hastily saying, "Your Majesty cultivates benevolence and virtue, but is not skilled in martial arts. How can you enter the battlefield to meet the enemy?"
Before Ran Deng could reply, the Martial King, who had been elevated to a high position, spoke: "Esteemed Daoists, you originally lived in seclusion on the sacred mountain, cultivating yourselves. Now, you have come to quell the rebellion in the Western Lands and to restore the Zhou dynasty and overthrow the Shang. Since the start of the campaign, countless immortals and mortals have perished. I have witnessed it all, and I only regret that in my youth I only studied books and did not practice martial arts, thus failing to fight alongside you immortals. Now that there is a way for me to serve, how could I dare not go?"
Ping Yu maintained his bowing posture while secretly pricking up his ears: So it turns out that all big bosses, past and present, in China and abroad, are the same. When faced with important decisions, they all have to wait for the second and third in command to argue heatedly before they will speak up and set the tone.
King Wu agreed to the matter, and everyone praised him as a sage, which was exactly what Ran Deng had expected.
The Taoist pressed his palms down, and only after the praise subsided did he turn his head and say, "Lu Ya."
Ping Yu's heart skipped a beat as his master's voice sounded behind him: "Why don't you send my little disciple to participate in the battle against this Red Sand Formation?"
Lu Ya said she was incredibly lucky, but Ping Yu knew it wasn't so. The Lin family had perished on the day of her calamity; her life was bought with the sacrifices of her parents and the Green Robe. If there was any fortune, it was merely the incense burning along her spine. As her fate burned, she would collapse, unable even to care for herself. Since the immortals had arranged it this way, she would obey. Ping Yu touched the hilt of her sword, ready to receive her orders. Even though she was a fairy descended to earth, the immortals didn't know the extent of Ping Yu's cultivation in this world. After all, the king was about to enter the battle; she still needed to be careful.
The old Taoist priest gave a forced smile, his threat clearly visible. Taiyi, already feeling guilty, shifted his gaze away.
Under the pressure of the approaching Lu Ya, Taiyi had no choice but to put down his cup. A few soft coughs broke the delicate silence. The high and mighty Zhenren looked down at the kneeling girl. He said solemnly, "Pingyu carries the burden of the Ghost Gate. Those who are destined by Heaven walk the path of trials and will not enter the Conferred God Platform."
"Her relatives died because of King Zhou, but their souls did not dissipate as vengeful spirits. Instead, because of their good deeds, they are now cultivating in the Five Lotus Pond of my cave. It is said that true fortune is when it extends to one's relatives and friends. Thus, her good fortune can protect those around her."
The words of the Taiyi Zhenren entered Ping Yu's mind, merging seamlessly with the sound of bells outside the tent. Her pupils trembled, her lips parted and closed repeatedly, her questions, inquiries, and confusion vanishing into silent bubbles the instant they were uttered.
The lamp was lit and the hammer struck to seal the deal; Jiang Shang's instructions vanished into nothingness. In her dazed state, she couldn't even see other people's faces clearly; her vision seemed to crack, and the surrounding scene shattered into pieces.
"I……"
Lu Ya put his arm around her shoulder.
Pingyu turned his head in a daze, only to see the lower half of his master's face. The Taoist's lips parted slightly: "Go, Pingyu."
"Master."
She asked, "Did you also know all along that my parents weren't dead?"
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