Chapter 139 The Martial King...
King Wu removed his robes and changed, sealing a talisman on his chest and dragon-patterned crown. While the king prepared, Randeng appointed Lei Zhenzi and Ping Yu to stand guard. The boy with the thunder god's face was looking at Ping Yu seriously for the first time. Her fair face was taut, her expression frozen, and she even exuded a faint aura of murderous intent. Lei Zhenzi glanced at her and then looked away; this sharp aura was surprisingly similar to that of Nezha, almost like a married couple.
Pingyu's spirit was now split in two. One half was used to drive her actions, and the other half was used to ponder Lu Ya's words. In her question just now, Lu Ya had not explicitly denied it. Her master shook his head, then nodded, and only said to her, "Go first, Nezha will tell you when you come back."
According to Taiyi, the souls of her parents and the green-clad girl are kept in the Five Lotus Pond of the Golden Light Cave. The so-called "cultivating good relationships" in her meager social network refers to "Nezha." Huang Feihu's escape with his family was supposed to be protected by immortals, meaning these immortals were fully capable of saving her family.
They just didn't want to, and didn't know.
Immortals dwell high in the clouds, looking down upon mountains and rivers. Only those with a heart devoted to benevolence can see the insects crawling in the mud. If someone disobeys, they dismember the ant's body and throw it out as a deterrent. If an ant bites someone during the dismemberment, the ant is taken out and kept for other uses.
Are the Lin family members useless?
Isn't the Lin family known for biting insects and ants?
Even ants adorned with gold and silver and wearing jade crowns are no ordinary people.
Ping Yu touched her heart, which felt as if a cave had been carved into it; she could hear her own heartbeat, only the howling wind whistling through it, forming a layer of frost. Even if the immortal wasn't greedy for gold and silver, she still needed mortal flesh and blood to fight on the battlefield. Money could buy hearts and comfort the wounded and their families. If the immortal could save her family, she wouldn't hesitate to hand over the entire Lin family fortune.
She wouldn't blame Nezha; she knew that Nezha's willingness to think of the Lin family in trouble and go to their rescue was already the best thing he could do.
After much thought, she realized she was too weak and too young, only learning from the immortals after the age of thirteen. She could neither blame heaven nor earth. Pingyu simply couldn't understand why her master and Nezha wouldn't tell her that her parents were still alive. Did they not want her to return? If so, they should have told her. Wouldn't another bond keep her even closer?
The girl's face suddenly drained of color, making Lei Zhenzi panic. He glanced at the king, who was still changing, and then whispered to Pingyu, "Are you alright? We're going into battle soon. Don't let the king see you like this. He'll be scared."
After saying that, he wanted to slap himself in the face.
Your well-intentioned concern sounds like an interrogation.
Pingyu's thoughts snapped out of her reverie, and she snapped back to reality. She looked at Lei Zhenzi absently; the young man's face was filled with worry. Pingyu took a deep breath, rubbed her face, and regained her composure. "I won't think about those things anymore," she said seriously. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Lei Zhenzi patted his chest, as if he couldn't bear Ping Yu's serious tone, "I also have to rely on you for my back, fellow Daoist, don't get distracted!"
"Don't worry."
Pingyu, distracted by him, regained some of her composure. She raised her arm to Lei Zhenzi, clenching her fist: "I never let anyone down."
"I know you're formidable." Lei Zhenzi bumped fists with her and laughed, "The Flame Array battle was brilliantly fought!"
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Finally, King Wu led the army into battle. Ping Yu and Lei Zhenzi stood guard on either side, their imposing presence awe-inspiring. Lu Ya watched his disciple from behind, a hint of "my daughter has come of age" in his eyes. A moment later, the Grand Master Taiyi arrived. He stroked his long beard, watched with Lu Ya for a while, and asked, "You know this battle doesn't require her to go. Why insist on sending her? Wouldn't it be safer for her to stay in the camp?"
Because their disciples were related by marriage, the relationship between the two families was relatively close. Lu Ya withdrew his gaze and said, "I am in trouble. In order not to implicate her, it would be better to let this child enter the formation."
"What's so difficult about it?"
Lu Ya didn't answer, but instead asked, "Did you retrieve the Seven Arrows Book?"
"I don't know," Taiyi said, "but with my disciple on the case, what can't be accomplished?"
Lu Ya remained noncommittal, thus glossing over the reason for sending Ping Yu into battle.
At Qishan, where he was still concerned, Nezha was driving his Beacon Fire Wheels towards the platform. Although Lu Ya had anticipated this, the two disciples sent by Wen Zhong were too cunning, and Jiang Shang, caught off guard, had his Nail-Headed Book snatched away. By the time Nezha arrived, the scarecrow was no longer on the platform. He then told Taiyi to return to camp to take charge, while he and Yang Jian plotted to steal the book.
Nezha looked around, grabbed a handful of bamboo strips, and scattered them on the table, attempting to cast a divination using the Plum Blossom Divination method. However, while immortals can interpret divinations, others can obscure them.
Wen Zhong seemed to have made thorough preparations, rendering the divination results on the bamboo slip completely illogical and incomprehensible. Nezha frowned, glancing in the direction of the camp, wondering what Ping Yu was doing.
Just thinking of that name made Nezha's heart skip a beat. A strange chill spread from the back of his neck, raising goosebumps. Cultivators can understand the will of Heaven; having intuition is a sign of divine intervention.
The feeling of being gripped tightly in my heart was not unfounded. Could it be that Pingyu is in trouble?
Suddenly, a gust of wind howled past. The gale lashed against the window frames, causing the doors and windows to flutter like flags. Amidst the constant clanging, the manes of horses were swept up in the dust.
Human horses are no match for the Wind-Fire Wheels, and Yang Jian arrived late. He went straight to the point: "This wind is strange; those two thieves must have used magic while traveling."
Nezha crossed his arms and waited for him to continue.
Yang Jian continued, "Nezha, if we fight those two thieves, it will probably take a lot more effort. You are fast with your Wind-Bound Fire Wheels, could you take me with you and catch up with them? Then we can devise a plan to cleverly obtain the Seven Arrows Book. That way, you can go back sooner."
"Hmm?" Nezha's brow twitched. "Yang Jian, what makes you say that?"
If one were to say they should go back sooner, they should say "you and me" instead of "you." This clearly pointed statement gave Nezha a unique flavor.
He asked, "Is there something in the camp that requires my intervention?"
"I'm not sure either."
They spoke through the window, with Nezha on the platform and Yang Jian outside the tent. The young man bent down and grabbed a handful of sand. He said to Nezha, "When I was traveling, I vaguely heard my Uncle Lu Ya send Ping Yu and Lei Zhenzi to protect the Martial King, instructing them to enter the Red Sand Formation together."
Nezha stopped.
Was Lu Ya calling Pingyu back just for this matter?
“I think you should want to go back sooner; let’s finish this quickly.” With that, Yang Jian tossed a handful of sand into the air. Instantly, the fine sand scattered like stars in the air, and with the young general’s shout of “Swift!” it rode the wind away.
The sand particles rippled in the wind, drifting faster and faster, like arrows. Until they swept past the ever-burning campfire, their orange-yellow hue faded, turning crimson, and mingled with the red sand thrown down by Zhang Tianjun.
The crimson sand arrived in the blink of an eye, nearing King Wu's face. Startled, Ji Fa tightened the reins, freezing the horse in mid-air. Leaning back, the horse veered, and he was about to be knocked off. Lei Zhenzi swooped down from the sky to save him, but the fine sand was carried by the wind; how could an immortal outrun it? King Wu sighed, his heart filled with sorrow: "Father, the great cause you entrusted to me, I fear, must come to an end..."
His last words were only half-spoken before abruptly ending.
A slender shadow fell upon him, tinged with red sand, like a floating cloud carried by the wind, shielding him from the blazing sun. The girl's dark eyes flashed past him, like a drop of water falling to the ground in his vision.
Pingyu took the blow for him.
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