Chapter 140 Would you like to come to the modern world with me...?
Within the Red Sand Formation, no spells were restricted. The man who had come to protect her, transforming into a streak of light, was struck and knocked to the ground, rolling over once. Her bones felt as if they had shattered the moment she hit the ground; the pain made her tremble as she lay there.
"Healed!"
“I will forgive the king’s recklessness later,” she said with difficulty, pressing her hand on her ribs where she had just been struck. “This sand is dangerous. Please come behind me, Your Majesty.”
Ji Fa hurriedly came up behind Ping Yu, and with one man and one sword, he sandwiched Ping Yu between them.
Lei Zhenzi soared above the formation, able to clearly see the situation below. Ping Yu, having cultivated for a shorter time and specializing in magic, was not as physically strong as them. Fortunately, he was blessed with good fortune, so it wasn't too difficult for him. Lei Zhenzi tried to find Zhang Tianjun's figure, hoping to defeat the formation master and break the formation. However, Zhang Tianjun was in the shadows, while Lei Zhenzi was in the light. Red sand enveloped the two like a vortex, spinning rapidly, causing Lei Zhenzi's pupils to follow the constantly rotating curves. Zhang Tianjun held his breath, concealing his aura, like a venomous snake hiding in a dense forest, grinning sinisterly as he peeled off a piece of red sand and threw it into the sky.
Ping Yu saw that the sand had arrived in front of Lei Zhenzi in the blink of an eye and exclaimed in surprise, "Be careful!"
Lei Zhenzi was caught off guard and fell to the ground after his wings were pierced.
His wing was torn open, and bloody fluid was flowing out.
The formation collapsed, leaving the three trapped.
How are you?
Ping Yu pressed his hand against Lei Zhenzi's wound. The young man had never suffered such a serious injury since leaving the mountain; his face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. However, when his companion asked, he shook his head vigorously: "It's nothing, I just need to rest for a while. How are you and the King?"
Ji Fa paced anxiously, "With the two of you protecting me, I am unharmed! Pingyu, do you have any wound medicine?"
Pingyu nodded, frowning as he rummaged through the bracelet.
At that time, inside the old camp of Shang and Zhou.
From the outside, the camp looked like nothing more than rotten wood stretched over tattered cloth, piled with countless clumps of sand and gravel. But to Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi, it was indeed the military camp under the command of Grand Tutor Wen. The two of them were disciples of Wen Zhong, ordered to seize Jiang Ziya's Seven Arrows of Nailhead.
The blood that flowed on Ping Yu's hands seemed to flow on Chen Jiugong's body as well.
Is he dead?
The man dressed as Wen Zhong transformed into Yang Jian. He looked at the still-dripping spear tip of Nezha's spear, and noticing that Chen Jiugong's chest was still rising and falling, he said, "To nip this in the bud, how about another shot?"
Nezha did as he was told and swiftly beheaded the two men.
He first boarded his fiery wheels and silently hurried towards the camp. Upon arriving, he saw a gigantic sand sphere gathered before the camp. All the yellow sand on the ground, drawn by spiritual energy, flowed into the sphere, and through the thin membrane woven by Zhang Tianjun, it was completely dyed red. This red sphere, composed of crimson sand, pulsated on the earth, like a heart detached from its body, utterly terrifying. Nezha stood in the shadows outside the sand array, gazing at this sky-covering sphere. He was stunned for a moment, then wanted to demand an explanation from Lu Ya.
His ears twitched first, and a conversation from afar reached his ears:
“King Wu, Lei Zhenzi, and Ping Yu are all destined to be trapped in this formation.”
"Teacher, when will they be back?"
"It will take a hundred days to break out of this formation."
Nezha heard a deafening boom in his mind, only hearing the words "one hundred days" and "trapped." Did this mean that, regardless of life or death, he could only see Pingyu again after one hundred days? An unnamed fire ignited in his heart, and before he could react, he had already raised his Fire-Tipped Spear and thrust it towards the red sand formation. Just as the tip of the spear touched the sand, it suddenly found itself unable to advance even an inch. Nezha regained his senses and looked closely:
A white whisk wrapped around the Fire-Tipped Spear, stopping his movement.
Before he knew it, the Immortal Taiyi appeared beside him.
"Master."
Nezha suppressed his killing intent and spoke slowly, as if forcing himself to calm down: "Disciple must break the formation."
Even though Nezha tried his best to remain composed, Taiyi could still hear the tremor in his voice. The True Man felt somewhat guilty, his eyes flickering. He pulled Nezha aside and said, "I know you're anxious, but don't rush."
Nezha: Hmm?
He looked at his master, puzzled.
Master Taiyi coughed lightly and explained, "Well, Master accidentally revealed that her parents are still alive."
Nezha's eyes widened in shock, and he almost cried out, "Master, how could you do this?!"
He hid the news that the Lin family's souls were being nurtured at the Five Lotus Pond for two reasons: first, he didn't want Pingyu to be burdened and implicated, as she was struggling with the decision to return to the modern world; second, he wanted to give her a surprise later. No one could tell her this; Nezha himself had to reveal it. Otherwise, his good intentions would be seen as having ulterior motives, and what if it caused misunderstandings?
Nezha was getting impatient and wanted to fight Li Jing to vent his anger! He didn't lash out at Taiyi Zhenren, so he could only take a deep breath and exhale heavily.
"Master, the Seven Arrows Book is in Yang Jian's hands. I will report back with him when he returns."
Nezha bowed as he spoke. Taiyi Zhenren's brow twitched; Nezha's slightly protruding hair drooped, making him appear dejected. He dared not stop him further, fearing he would hurt his beloved disciple's feelings. Taiyi Zhenren nodded repeatedly, and Nezha walked towards Hongsha. Pingyu was applying golden wound medicine to Lei Zhenzi; as the powder covered the bloody wound, the flesh and feathers on his wound began to wriggle and grow back.
Pingyu cleared his mind of distractions and began bandaging the wound. Just then, a faint, indistinct voice seeped in from outside the ball: "Pingyu, are you alright?"
It's Nezha!
Lei Zhenzi almost lost his temper: "Your brother is about to die, why are you only concerned about your wife?"
"Brothers are like clothes," Nezha said lightly, "You can just mend them yourself, that's all."
So a wife is like a sibling.
Lei Zhenzi was speechless and aggrieved, especially since Ping Yu was bandaging him up; he was truly being "stitched up." Ji Fa stood by and watched for a while, then quickly took action. He was older than the others and naturally understood things. He said to Ping Yu, "Give me the medicine, and I'll bandage Lei Zhenzi."
Nezha: "Long live the Emperor!"
After Ji Fa agreed, he reached out to Ping Yu, who hesitated, saying, "How can we let the king do such a thing?"
Lei Zhenzi snatched the medicine, eager to get away from this "place of sorrow." Ji Fa covered his face with his sleeve, smiling, and walked away from Lei Zhenzi to make room for them.
Through the fine sand, Nezha said, "The bystanders have left. I have something to say."
Lei Zhenzi, with his keen senses: What do you mean? Am I just some random nobody?
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Ji Fa asked curiously, "What are those two talking about?"
Lei Zhenzi could only offer a veneer: "They're saying something embarrassing."
Ji Fa nodded repeatedly, his expression saying, "I understand, I understand perfectly."
Ping Yu knew exactly what Nezha wanted to say; it was nothing more than matters concerning the Lin family.
Speaking through the red sand was inconvenient, but she knew the Red Sand Formation wouldn't be broken by the Antarctic Immortal for a hundred days. The advantage, however, was that until then, Zhang Tianjun couldn't do anything but scatter a handful of sand each day. The Martial King was protected by talismans and had entered the formation to undergo his tribulation. She had enough golden wound medicine in her bracelet, and the red sand couldn't harm Lei Zhenzi. Furthermore, ancient battles were conducted with great martial virtue; since Zhang Tianjun was in charge, no one else would be sent to intervene.
Isn't this the perfect time to take a public holiday and go to the modern world?
Pingyu closed his eyes and let his soul sink into his spiritual palace.
She hurried to the Ghost Gate and fiddled with the tablet. Opening the prizes section, she filled in Nezha's name in the underlined section for her companion.
When the last pinyin input was completed, the interface changed. A clock appeared on the screen, its hands moving backward, indicating a ten-second countdown.
At the same time, a pop-up window appeared in front of Ping Yu's eyes, displaying the message: "You need the consent of your companions to travel to the modern world."
Pingyu immediately withdrew from the spirit palace.
Nezha waited in vain for the girl's response and assumed that something had happened to her.
He was extremely anxious and called out again, "Pingyu!"
"Nezha".
This time, there was a response.
Nezha breathed a sigh of relief and repeated, "Are you alright?"
Five seconds left on the countdown.
“It’s alright,” Ping Yu said succinctly. “I can take someone to the modern world for three days. Shall we talk there? Are you willing?”
Three seconds.
Nezha answered without hesitation, "I'm willing."
Two seconds.
He answered so quickly that even Pingyu thought she had misheard. She asked uncertainly, "Aren't you afraid I'm lying to you?"
One second.
Nezha laughed through the red sand, his tone certain: "You won't."
Reset to zero.
In an instant, the flat panel connected to the gate of hell, and countless circuits spread upwards from the bronze stone slab, as if to cause the gate to collapse. The mechanism activated, and the gears made a deep, resonant sound. The gate, like rusty iron, slowly and sluggishly opened to both sides.
Nezha's healing was simultaneously grabbed by a hand reaching out from inside the door.
"Nezha/Healed!"
Thump.
The two of them fell to the ground.
Their eyes became like the pebbles on the ground, dull and lifeless. Their souls were drawn from their bodies by the power of Heaven, and two bubbles emerged from the doorway, drifting from the healing talisman into reality.
As panic gripped everyone inside and outside the formation, the bubbles enveloped their ancient bodies, protecting them in mid-air.
Jiang Shang, filled with doubt and uncertainty, turned to the somber-faced Randeng and asked, "Teacher, this..."
Ran Deng stroked his beard and said, "Did you see the five-colored clouds flash across the sky just now? Their souls were summoned by the Heavenly Dao and went to the Realm of Time. Lingzhuzi and Qingti Fairy are destined by Heaven. Now that they have been separated for several lifetimes, this is how it should be."
Yang Jian, who rushed over with the Seven Arrows Book in hand, exclaimed in disbelief, "What!?"
Lei Zhenzi was stuck on public leave, while Nezha went on a date.
Wouldn't that mean he and Huang Tianhua would have to do everything?
Author's Note: Almost finished!
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