strictlysupreme Chapter 422 The Ragged Chaos Bell
Chapter 422 The Ragged Chaos Bell
Chapter 422 The Ragged Chaos Bell
Mythical Beast Garden.
Yang Jiao stared blankly, holding the four swords of Zhuxian on her head. The Tongtian Sect Leader had set up the Zhuxian Formation, but in doing so, he had handed the swords to Yang Jiao.
"A supreme killing formation..."
Even a saint would be humbled by it; the four most important swords are now in my possession.
Yang Jiao recalled the words of Daoist Duobao before he left. This was the first move made by the Tongtian Sect Leader, but the most important piece was given to him. Could it be that... the Tongtian Sect Leader left something for him in the formation?
Her gaze drifted into the distance, and she thought to herself:
"It seems I'll have to go into the formation tomorrow."
Yang Jiao lowered her hand and subconsciously touched the rusty Chaos Bell again.
Nezha looked up and saw starlight streaking across the sky. He reminded him:
"The Twelve Golden Immortals have all arrived."
The night wind rustled through the trees in the mountains, creating a continuous sound.
Several figures streaked across the round moon, but when Yang Jiao looked over, three of them changed direction and came straight towards her.
As if its original trajectory had suddenly changed, making a sharp 180-degree turn, it traced a sharp angle on the silver plate and cascaded down.
Nezha couldn't help but laugh:
"I saw my master."
The three figures that suddenly changed direction were none other than Jade Cauldron Immortal in the front, Daoist Yun Zhongzi in the middle, and Taiyi Immortal at the back, raising his hand and cursing:
"Can't you two show some concern for your fellow disciples? My cultivation is not as good as yours, not as good as yours!"
He fell far behind again during the pause in his speech.
Having let go of his inner shackles, Jade Cauldron Immortal had already broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. He flew the fastest, and those who couldn't even condense a single cloud before were now flying on the wind, leaving them all behind.
His figure was clearly visible, and before landing, he even put one hand behind his back, looking quite like a hermit master.
Yang Jian put down the Mosquito Taoist and walked to the Jade Cauldron Immortal, bowing respectfully:
"Master."
The Jade Cauldron Immortal's unfathomable aura didn't last a second before he grinned broadly.
"Hey, my good disciple."
He grabbed Yang Jian's hand and placed his fingers on Yang Jiao's wrist to feel his pulse. After a moment of careful examination, he let out a soft sigh of relief. Yu Ding Zhenren then turned to look at Yang Jiao.
His expression changed.
"What's going on? I heard that a general from Jinji Ridge even managed to recruit my disciple. Who is it? How dare they? Don't they know whose disciple Yang Jian is?"
Before Yang Jiao could speak, Daoist Yun Zhongzi arrived.
He quickly glanced around the mythical beast garden, and his face darkened as well:
"Don't you have any of my apprentices?"
His Lei Zhenzi always gets bullied, but he never gets bullied at small banquets! It's unfair.
Yun Zhongzi snorted urgently:
"So what if he was brushed off? I heard that the general stepped on my disciple!"
He was heartbroken, and his voice rose as he rebuked:
"My apprentice is only ten years old! He's still a child!"
After saying that, Yun Zhongzi was about to go to Xiqi to see his adorable, big-winged disciple. He wondered which general had been plagued by the plague, that he could even step on a child. What if the child stopped growing?
Yang Jiao hurriedly stepped forward to pull him back.
Looking at the strength with which the hand gripped his clothes, Yun Zhongzi felt his fingers suddenly spasm, as if he would suffer if he didn't leave soon.
With a stern face, he brushed Yang Jiao's hand away:
"Fellow Daoist, please don't do this."
He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, before he could even catch his breath.
Yun Zhongzi was determined to defend his dignity this time! He told himself that he could never again become Yang Jiao's slave!
Even cattle and horses need to eat grass!
Before Yang Jiao's hand could even fall, she climbed up again, tugging at his sleeve with a pleading look on her face:
"Master, Master, this time you have some really good stuff."
Yun Zhongzi remained resolute: "When have I ever been anything but a good person?"
To be precise...
When did Yang Jiao ever produce anything that wasn't good?
Even the things he picked up during the Lich War might not be good enough.
Yang Jiao pulled him aside and, with great trust, took out the Chaos Bell for Yun Zhongzi to study.
The rusty Chaos Bell fell into Yun Zhongzi's hands.
He instinctively took it, glanced at it, and was surprised that it wasn't a treasure this time? There wasn't a trace of flowing spiritual energy. He scoffed.
"Oh, junk."
He tossed it aside with a casual yet swift motion.
A parabola struck Taiyi Zhenren, who had just landed, bounced off his trembling, fat belly, and rolled into the grass with a thud.
Taiyi Zhenren feigned great surprise, brandishing his whisk and performing a highly difficult one-legged stance, cautiously looking left and right:
"Who? Who dares to attack this humble Taoist with trash?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhongzi spread his hands, looking innocently at Yang Jiao, whose jaw had dropped to the ground, and said sincerely:
"Look, they all say it's junk."
Taiyi Zhenren glanced at Nezha, then immediately forgot about it and hopped over, nervously:
"Nezha, I heard you got eliminated. Tell your master, who was so blind as to bully you?"
The two groups of masters and disciples had endless things to say to each other, and Yun Zhongzi missed his disciple Lei Zhenzi even more.
That was a child he had personally raised, and he argued with Yang Jiao in his anxiety:
"Since it's just junk, there's no need for me to handle it. Yang Jiao, next time you need me, go out and ask around..." He pointed to his face. If it weren't for Yang Jian and Nezha among the three generations, he would have been hailed as one, two, or three people below the Grand Master Xuandu. Not only was he highly recognizable, but his status was also evident!
Even if they weren't among the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, they were still renowned figures among the second generation.
"Who am I? I am Yun Zhongzi!"
"Everyone in the Three Realms knows I can refine magical artifacts; everything I produce is of the highest quality. Don't bring out this kind of junk to insult my eyes next time."
Yang Jiao: ...
Now I understand why the Chaos Clock has been missing for so long.
These blind fools only remember how big and magnificent the Chaos Bell was when it was in the hands of Donghuang Taiyi, completely forgetting that the Chaos Bell, without the blessing of spiritual power and having suffered the self-destruction of ten ancestral witches, had long since fallen silent.
This time, Yang Jiao didn't hold onto Yun Zhongzi. She let go of his hand, turned around, and lay down in the grass to search.
Seeing that he was no longer restrained, Yun Zhongzi strode toward the entrance of the Divine Beast Garden, his beloved Lei Zhenzi being trampled underfoot by a mere general.
Yang Jiao searched through the grass with both hands. Seeing this, Mosquito Daoist leaped into the grass, instantly flattening the nearly waist-high grass into a large human shape. She then spread her arms and legs as if swimming inside:
"Yang Jiao, let the mosquitoes play with you."
As Yun Zhongzi walked, he didn't stop for a moment when passing Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao nervously muttered to the Mosquito Taoist:
"Quickly, quickly, help me find the Chaos Bell."
Mosquito Taoist sat up, patted his chest, gave Yang Jiao a reassuring look, and then plunged into the grass.
Yun Zhongzi suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned around, his eyes trembling, wondering if he had misheard.
Yang Jiao just said... looking for what...?
As if a bolt of lightning had blown his ears off in broad daylight, Master Yun Zhongzi felt a buzzing in his head!
He turned around abruptly, excitedly approaching Yang Jiao from behind. He grabbed her sleeve, wanting to ask her more questions, but his excitement caused his series of shocked exclamations to turn into duck-like quacks:
"Huh?"