inspire-indiana Chapter 252 Uncle's Favoritism
Chapter 252 Uncle's Favoritism
Watching Nezha emerge from the tower unharmed.
Everyone's expression changed!
Jinzha and Muzha, heartbroken and dejected, murmured in despair at the back:
"Even so, you still can't let him die?"
Li Jing was terrified, because Nezha really wanted to kill him!
He hurriedly retreated, wanting Wen Zhong's protection, but at this moment, no one stepped forward.
Yang Jiao leaped forward, grabbed Nezha who was about to stab Li Jing to death, and said with a smirk:
"Next, it's between him and me. He can't die; his life has to be exchanged for someone else's."
The Seven Arrows of Nailhead.
Only living people can replace them.
Yang Jiao raised her hand to smooth a few strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind from her forehead.
This subtle movement startled Li Jing, causing him to flinch.
He immediately shouted:
"Witch! Are you trying to control me with your sorcery again?"
puff.
Yang Jiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He tucked his hair behind his ears before raising his eyebrows.
"General Li, your memory is truly excellent. Could it be that you've remembered the time you bowed every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jing's face instantly turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and his body trembled uncontrollably with anger.
That pagoda was actually controlled by this demoness! Without this magical artifact specifically designed to counter Nezha, Li Jing was terrified.
Extreme fear and the humiliation of being in front of hundreds of thousands of people intertwined, and unspeakable resentment filled his entire being, to the point that he was so terrified that he lost his mind and howled madly.
It seems that the louder they shout, the more they can prove that they are right and just.
"You audacious witch! How dare you mention such heinous and evil magic! Using such sorcery to harm people will inevitably bring you severe punishment from Heaven, and you will be completely annihilated between heaven and earth!"
Heaven will surely punish evil spirits!
Rumble.
Just as Li Jing finished speaking, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.
The once clear and cloudless sky was instantly obscured by rolling dark clouds. The scene that was just moments ago sunny and clear-sky turned gloomy and oppressive in an instant, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she laughed even more heartily.
Her face was full of excitement as she tilted her head back and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the sky:
"Uncle, I'm going to tell on you!"
Within the dark clouds, streaks of purple lightning crackled and shimmered.
Both Wen Zhong and Jiang Ziya's people began to silently speculate: who exactly was the 'uncle' Yang Jiao mentioned who could control the thunderclouds?
It will manifest instantly!
Almost the instant Li Jing finished speaking, the situation changed drastically.
Li Jing was even more uneasy, having said something similar before, and said in a panic:
"It must be a trick of yours! I said before that I didn't see anything then!"
Yang Jiao was also thinking, her eyes suddenly lighting up as she thought:
"Maybe they couldn't be too obvious before, but now they can openly protect me?"
This Li Jing, who was even given the title of Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li, will be officially named Heavenly Soldier Li Jing in the future, and made to guard the gate every day!
That thundercloud that had been brewing for so long,
With an overwhelming sense of oppression, everyone present could only watch helplessly as it struck down, their bodies seemingly frozen in place, unable to move an inch.
Everyone, friend or foe, was completely suppressed by the lingering, catastrophic force.
However, there was one exception—Yang Jiao.
She seemed to be completely unrestrained; the terrifying pressure emanating from her was like a gentle spring breeze, so light and comfortable that she felt no discomfort whatsoever.
She can even swagger around freely in this area.
"What...what exactly is going on?" Even the usually composed Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Even if his master, the Golden Spirit Mother, were to personally descend to this place and exert all her power to unleash her magic, she probably could not reach such an astonishing level of power.
Who exactly is the powerful figure behind this minor deity?
After a moment's thought, Wen Zhong could only open his mouth and give the order to all the generals beside him:
"We must treat this little fairy with the utmost respect, and it would be best to invite her to Jiameng Pass!"
We must never become enemies!
After thinking it over,
The thunder roared in, and the lightning bolt hurtled towards them like an arrow released from a bow.
With a loud "bang," the lightning struck Li Jing's body squarely, exploding beneath his feet and creating a huge crater several feet in diameter.
Surprisingly, despite being struck by such a powerful lightning bolt, Li Jing's body showed no signs of injury. However, he lost his balance instantly and fell straight into the deep pit.
Wen Zhong's expression changed drastically upon witnessing this scene. The Golden Whip he gripped tightly began to tremble violently, and he muttered to himself:
"Soul Strike!"
This method, which does not harm the body or take the life, specifically targets the soul. Not only will it severely damage the soul, but it will also cause the cultivation level to stagnate, making it difficult to make any further progress!
Wen Zhong's forehead broke out in a fine layer of sweat as he thought to himself:
“Even those who are not at the Quasi-Saint level, no, even Quasi-Saints might not have the skill to do this.”
After the lightning struck Li Jing, the powerful pressure that had enveloped him receded rapidly like a tide, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The Mosquito Taoist, who had been imprisoned by this oppressive aura, was finally freed and rushed towards Yang Jiao.
Despite being a whole head taller than Yang Jiao, Mosquito Taoist was terrified and, like a frightened bird, flew straight into Yang Jiao's arms.
He was kneeling on the ground and couldn't be pulled up; he was clutching his waist and howling in pain.
"Yang Jiao, it's so scary, so scary! I can't even move, boohoo."
Jiang Ziya was dumbfounded, but felt extremely fortunate.
Fortunately, Yang Jiao found my fishing rod that had fallen into the river, which is why we have a connection from the past.
Jinzha and Muzha's faces instantly turned ashen.
He witnessed his father being punished by heaven for cursing Yang Jiao!
Mu Zha clenched his fists, staring at his elder brother with eyes full of terror.
"Brother, this demon... this Yang Jiao, I'm afraid we dare not offend him again."
Jinzha was filled with hatred!
The lightning struck Li Jing, rendering his father speechless and as if he were dead. The scene was more like a slap in the face, deafening!
Jinzha's gaze darkened:
"It will be fine once Master arrives."
Nezha is a member of the Chan Sect, so if he doesn't die, there are other ways to save him. As for Yang Jiao... he suddenly had a plan.
The Western Sect is not just accepting disciples; they could capture Yang Jiao as a gift, which would surely please the two Western Saints.
Although the terrifying pressure just now made Jinzha feel like an ant, easily crushed with a gentle pinch, he was at least certain that the person who came could not possibly be a saint.
Western religions have two saints.
It all depends on how powerful Yang Jiao's backers are! And whether they can defeat the two saints!
Everyone present was stunned. Only Nezha glanced at the sky, his eyes showing no envy, but rather Yu Qing.
The Jade Emperor is protecting her.
The four demon generals struggled for a long time but could not break free of the suppression even slightly, and exchanged a fearful glance.
Deng Chanyu's cultivation is not profound; she only knows the Way of Heaven. Could it be that even the Way of Heaven is on the side of the Zhou Dynasty?
Her father, Deng Jiugong, who guarded the Sanshan Pass, told her a story from a young age:
"We are not protecting the Shang dynasty's empire, but protecting the millions of people under heaven."
It doesn't matter who's sitting in that seat.
The important thing is that the person sitting in that position can ensure that the people have enough to eat.
At that moment, she wavered.
King Zhou, have you fed your people enough?
Despite everyone's differing thoughts, Yang Jiao stood tall and remained calm on the surface, but inside she was pounding with excitement.
"Uncle, you made Jiao'er take a big one!"
Yang Jiao stood in front of Li Jing, who was already delirious, and with a slight tightening of her hand, she grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Li Jing, you will not die, but I will make you wish you were dead."
Seeing the ruthlessness in Yang Jiao's eyes, Wen Zhong, despite not wanting to invite trouble at this moment, still spoke up because he didn't want to explain this to the King:
“I hope you will show mercy, young immortal. Li Jing is the general of a city in the Shang Dynasty. You are a celestial being and should not interfere in the affairs between the Shang and Zhou. Please hand Li Jing over to me and inform the king before I deal with him.”
Yang Jiao held Wen Zhong in high esteem.
He even considered persuading Wen Taishi to surrender so that his physical body could be preserved and he could become a saint, but then he thought that Wen Taishi was loyal to the Yin Shang Dynasty and that doing so would be an insult to him.
Therefore, the matter was dropped.
But respect remains in our hearts.
But... Li Jing, she absolutely refuses!
This was a scapegoat she had prepared for Zhao Gongming. Yang Jiao could tell whether the God of Wealth was important or not.
She looked up at the people on the city wall and said:
"But he insulted me."
Wen Zhong paused for a moment, then continued:
"Li Jing disrespected the gods and has been struck by heavenly lightning. The lightning struck his soul directly, and he has been punished so that his cultivation can no longer advance."
Yang Jiao would never agree to that.
Li Jing's cultivation was already poor, and he turned his head away again:
"But he insulted me."
“I understand perfectly well that you are upset, young immortal. You are welcome to come to Jiameng Pass for a gathering. I will grant you any requests you may have.”
Yang Jiao hesitated for a second.
Mosquito Taoist hesitated for two seconds, then stealthily leaned close to Yang Jiao's ear and licked his lips, saying:
"His black unicorn hasn't had its gender determined yet."
That's... food rations!
"Young immortal friend, I hope you will hand Li Jing over to the Yin Shang for disposal."
"But he insulted me."
Wen Zhong's purpose was naturally not with Li Jing. A general who had suffered repeated defeats did not have the weight to make him plead for mercy in front of hundreds of thousands of people.
The important thing is that this mysterious immortal came to the Yin-Shang camp.
He paused for a moment, then continued:
"Fellow immortal, you have suffered humiliation at his hands. I, the Grand Tutor, am willing to build a shrine and temple for you and offer incense. What do you think?"
“But…” Yang Jiao changed the subject, speaking seriously:
"But he insulted the Jade Emperor."
With those few words, Wen Zhong immediately dismounted from the Black Kirin, not even glancing at Li Jing again, as if he had never seen him before, and waved his hand, saying in a deep voice:
"Withdraw the troops! Those who are punished by heaven below have nothing to do with our Yin Shang."