Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 510 Senior Brother Yu Ding, are you kidding me?
Within the universe, immortals are none other than those from heaven, gods, earth, humans, and ghosts.

This is not a realm of existence. Among them, the path of the Heavenly Immortal is the highest level, and the path of the Ghost Immortal is the lowest level. Therefore, if people want to avoid being reincarnated as animals or other creatures, they must cultivate to become immortals, and among immortals, they must become heavenly immortals.

However, some people are limited by their aptitude, constitution, and talent, making it difficult for them to achieve immortality. They can only take the unorthodox path of not understanding the Great Dao, and obtain a method from the Dao and a technique from the method. They cultivate diligently without wavering, and can be called human immortals.

Chong Heihu rolled over and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression turned ugly: "You... are you also a human immortal? Otherwise, you wouldn't have this kind of power."

These three thousand Flying Tiger Soldiers were trained using secret techniques passed down by his master and enhanced with talismans. Although they numbered only three thousand, their combat power was extraordinary and unstoppable, each capable of taking on a hundred men.

This is also the source of his confidence that allowed him to be persuaded by Ji Fa and dare to harbor ambitions for the world.

But today, that man named Ziyu used only one move to wipe out his Flying Tiger Army, which was comparable to a million soldiers.

His body trembled slightly.

This clearly exceeds the power that "humans" can possess, and it is no longer something that can be overcome by sheer numbers.

Ziyu said, "Dead people shouldn't have so many questions!"

He drew his sword and pointed it at Chong Heihu: "Chong Heihu, you murdered your father and nephew, plotted rebellion and revolt. I am here by imperial decree to execute this villain. Anyone who reports this is considered an accomplice and shall be killed without mercy!"

As he spoke, a murderous aura and sword intent burst forth from him, expanding outwards like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves. This caused countless soldiers to tremble with fear and their scalps to tingle, retreating in terror, no longer daring to step forward.

Some soldiers who were too slow to dodge were directly torn apart by the sword energy, their bodies exploding on the spot.

However, three people remained in the main tent who were originally there for the banquet. One was holding a steel fork, another was holding an octagonal hammer, and the third was holding a spiked club. They managed to withstand the pressure of the sword energy and were unable to force them back.

Ziyu immediately recognized the three as Wen Pin, Cui Ying, and Jiang Xiong, all of whom were lords from the north. He had heard that they were sworn brothers with Chong Heihu and had come to Chaoge to offer tribute a few years ago.

What a deep brotherhood!

Ziyu murmured, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said nothing more before disappearing from everyone's sight.

However, Chong Heihu and the others' expressions changed drastically. The opponent did not disappear, but was too fast. The speed of his movement was far beyond what ordinary people could see.

In their eyes, the other party appeared in front of Wen Pin with lightning speed, wielding a long sword and slashing towards his throat. The others quickly rushed forward to support him.

In haste, Wen Pin had no choice but to raise his gleaming steel fork to defend himself. The sword and fork clashed, and with a 'whoosh' sound, the hundred-linked steel fork was cut in half by the sword as easily as tofu.

Wen Pin suddenly felt time slow down. He saw several of his brothers leap into the air and slowly attack the figure in the black cloak in front of him. The man ignored him and rushed past him to meet his brothers.

The royal envoy didn't make a second move against him?

He was somewhat taken aback, and then saw Ziyu leap into the air and fight with his three brothers.

What a fast and domineering sword... Wen Pin couldn't help but think that the sword was fierce and domineering, as wild as the wind, as fierce as a storm, full of killing intent, and every move was deadly. Each sword was faster than the last, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

On the surface, it was three brothers surrounding this man, but in his eyes, it seemed as if this one man and his sword surrounded the three brothers.

He had to admit that this royal envoy was terrifyingly powerful; if it weren't for his elder brother Chong Heihu, the other two brothers would probably have perished in an instant.

Suddenly, he saw the black figure smash his sword into his elder brother Chong Heihu's double axes. Yes, it wasn't a stab or a thrust, but a smash that sent him flying backward.

Then the sword radiating blue sword energy slashed down at Cui Ying, who was wielding an octagonal hammer. Cui Ying was shocked and quickly raised the hammer high above his head.

As the sword light fell with Zi Yu, Cui Ying was instantly stunned. The next moment, a line of blood appeared on the top of his head and extended downwards, past his brow, nostrils, mouth, and chin...

In an instant, Cui Ying fell backward, breaking in two along with the octagonal hammer.

Then... Wen Ping saw the complete Cui Ying again, but it was just a phantom, and he seemed somewhat bewildered.

The two immediately looked at each other.

"How can I see Cui Ying's spirit? Could it be that I am also..."

Upon realizing this, Wen Pin belatedly looked down and saw another version of himself lying on the ground, head severed from body, with a peaceful expression.

Before they could recover from their shock, the black figure slashed horizontally with his longsword, cutting Jiang Xiong in two at the waist. He only realized the pain and screamed when his upper body hit the ground. His head lolled to the side, and he died.

Hiss... Even Wen Pin and Cui Ying, who had become ghosts, couldn't help but gasp at this sight and subconsciously touched their waists.

Wen Pin stammered, "What... amazing sword!"

Cui Ying nodded, looking terrified, and said, "How scary!"

"Too cruel!"

Suddenly a voice said, and the two people, no, the two ghosts, turned their heads and saw that Jiang Xiong's ghost had also arrived.

Brutal… The three ghosts looked at the six halves of the corpse on the ground and fell silent. There wasn’t a single complete corpse left.

Wen Pin stared at Zi Yu and said with a wry smile, "The three of us have all entered the Transcendent Realm, and with the addition of our eldest brother, who is a Human Immortal... I'm afraid this person is not just in the Divine Travel Realm."

The other two ghosts remained silent.

Cui Ying said worriedly, "If we're all like this, how can our eldest brother fight?"

Wen Ping pondered for a moment and said, "It's alright. My elder brother hasn't released his secret technique yet, and there's also the Fiery-Eyed Beast. Even if we're no match for it, it won't be difficult for us to leave."

"Second brother! Third brother! Fourth brother!"

Seeing Ziyu kill several of his brothers, Chong Heihu's eyes turned bloodshot. He glared at Ziyu through gritted teeth and suddenly threw out the two black axes gleaming in his hand.

Ziyu dodged in mid-air, only to see Chong Heihu already holding the iron gourd, pointing it at him, opening the lid, and chanting incantations. Instantly, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the gourd, spreading out to the size of a net, blotting out the sky in the blink of an eye.

A hoarse sound came from the black smoke, and two golden beams shot out. Ziyu flipped his sword and slashed away the two golden beams. Then, an iron-beaked divine eagle opened its claws and grabbed at his face.

The divine eagle was over ten feet tall, its entire body was jet black, and its feathers shimmered with a metallic luster; it was clearly a primordial, exotic species.

"brute!"

Ziyu dodged with a cold snort. Seeing the divine eagle grab again, he flew up and slashed with his sword, landing on one of the iron-beaked divine eagle's wings. Accompanied by a clang of metal, sparks flew and feathers flew everywhere. The divine eagle screamed and flew back, turning into black smoke and disappearing into the gourd.

No matter how much Chong Heihu chanted incantations and made hand gestures, the divine eagle refused to come out.

"The Immortal Sword?"

Chong Heihu exclaimed in shock, "You're not a Human Immortal, you're... a Martial Immortal?"

His Iron-Beaked Divine Eagle was a primordial beast, with a copper skin, an iron beak, and steel wings. It was difficult for mortal weapons to harm it, and anything that could hurt it was definitely not an ordinary creature.

He was shocked, pained, and furious at losing his brother and injuring the Divine Eagle, but what surprised him even more was the opponent's cultivation level.

There are two types of immortals.

One type is like him, who is limited by his aptitude and talent and does not comprehend the Great Dao. He only takes one method from the Dao and one technique from the method, and supplements it with martial arts. After cultivating, he can also be free from all diseases and have a long lifespan.

There is another type of immortal being that is even more extreme than them, and that is the martial arts immortal being.

In harsh and difficult environments, the ancient sages of the human race took the Dao from the Dao and obtained a method from the method as their theoretical basis. After countless life-and-death battles, they created a martial arts system that uses martial arts to enter the Dao, internally cultivating true qi and externally strengthening muscles and bones.

Among them, the Martial Immortal is the highest realm of martial arts. Legend has it that when one reaches that realm, one possesses extraordinary power, comparable to that of immortals.

However, the martial arts immortals have long since disappeared from human history, and have not appeared for countless years.

Ziyu glanced at him: "You know too much."

As expected... upon receiving confirmation, Chong Heihu's heart sank to the bottom, and he no longer had the intention to continue fighting.

At this moment, his mood was as bad as that of an immortal who seeks longevity encountering a battle immortal who takes the path of physical sainthood.

Suddenly, he swept his right leg horizontally, sending sand and stones flying from the ground, hurtling towards Ziyu, while Chong Heihu transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light and rushed into the sky, heading into the distance.

"Big Brother escaped!"

Jiang Xiong and the other two ghosts breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Wen Pin said, "No matter how powerful a martial arts immortal is, he can't escape the word 'human' in the end; he can't fly..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Ziyu stood still and raised his eyes. A noble purple divine light shot up from the top of his head, covering thousands of miles in an instant. It transformed into another Ziyu who chased after it and saw Chong Heihu riding a fiery-eyed golden-eyed beast, running wildly for his life.

He turned around at the sound and saw a majestic face. He immediately turned pale with shock and exclaimed, "Your...Your Majesty?"

So... this royal envoy was King Di Xin of Shang from beginning to end?
But how could a king who has lived a life of luxury and ease in the royal palace have cultivated himself into a martial arts immortal?

He can't figure it out!
Zi Yu, his face cold, darted forward and Chong Hei Hu cried out, "Your Majesty, spare my life! This sinful subject is willing to repent and lead a large army to punish the rebels..."

Ziyu gave him no chance. With a slash, he swept his sword across the room, shattering the gourd and the Fiery-Eyed Beast into pieces.

"The North is now at peace!"

Ziyu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and looked towards the northern border. It was worth the three months he spent coming here.

He suddenly envied Ji Fa's incredible luck in finding a divine phoenix; Ji Fa could have reached that place in ten days or even less than three months. He should hurry back now.

The rest was no longer needed; Lu Xiong could handle it.

This is my son's first time traveling so far for such a long time. I don't know if he can keep it up.

……

Song.

Inside the Xianqing Hall, Emperor Xin, having finished his court session, was patting his shoulder, looking at the mountain of memorials piled up before him with a look of utter despair.

And this... only took three months.

He also discovered for the first time how painful it was for a wish to come true.

"Your Majesty, Consort Su requests an audience!" a servant suddenly announced as he entered.

"what?"

Emperor Xin panicked. His father had warned him that Consort Su was a vixen and that he should be careful.

To be honest, he knew after just one meeting that it really was a demon, and he couldn't subdue it.

He composed himself and waved his hand, saying, "I am preoccupied with state affairs and cannot see her. Let her go back. I will summon her to my bedchamber when she is in the mood."

outside the temple.

"Serving in bed..." Su Daji's lips twitched, but she knew the current situation of the Shang Dynasty, so she didn't think too much about it.

She only came to inquire because she hadn't been looking for her for several days. Alas, the task that Goddess Nuwa gave them was truly difficult to complete.

The third sister was beaten back to her original form by that old scoundrel Jiang Ziya, and her fate is unknown. She could also clearly feel that Di Xin did not treat her as a human being, but as a tool for sexual gratification.

She had originally planned to absorb some of the King's Ziwei True Essence to increase her power, but who knew that the King would have such an evil method of enduring battle? She not only failed to absorb his essence but was instead drained of it herself.

Even now, she still can't figure out which scoundrel taught Di Xin that kind of... method?
She had also inquired with the Shang Dynasty royal family, but they didn't have such a thing!

Shameless!

That's incredibly immoral!
……

Xiqi.

With the help of his Wind Fire Wheels, Nezha was the first to arrive in Xiqi City. After making some inquiries, he found the Prime Minister's residence and asked the gatekeeper to announce his arrival.

"The Prime Minister's residence, Uncle-Master Jiang..."

Nezha looked around the Prime Minister's residence. He had heard his master, Taiyi Zhenren, say that people who cultivated in Yuxu Palace but failed to achieve immortality and went down the mountain did all sorts of things.

Many joined the army, and many became officials in the court. At the very least, they had some skills in divination and exorcism, but becoming prime minister was still a first for them.

Inside the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence.

At this moment, a magical array was slowly rotating, and Jiang Ziya stood in the array, looking around with a still grim expression.

Zhang Guifang was already difficult enough to deal with; he had captured many Xiqi generals with his unorthodox methods. Then yesterday, a guy who claimed to be one of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island came.

With just one glance, he could tell that the Four Saints of Nine Dragons Island had definitely cultivated the Dao of Immortality. Having cultivated in the Jade Void Palace for forty years, he still had that kind of insight.

This is the dilemma he faces.

Apart from him, a half-baked Qi cultivator, the rest of the Xiqi troops on his side were ordinary martial generals, not the kind who had mastered Taoist arts.

How could he possibly deploy his troops with such a vast gap in strength?

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, there is a young Taoist boy outside the gate requesting an audience!" the gatekeeper announced.

The young Taoist... Jiang Ziya was taken aback, remembering what he had said when he came down the mountain: that in times of crisis, a master would come to his aid. He quickly said, "Please come here."

Before long, Nezha was led into the main hall, where he clasped his hands and said, "Disciple greets Uncle Jiang."

He had never met this senior apprentice before, and at this moment he was sizing up Jiang Ziya.

Looking at the boy, who appeared to be about ten years old, Jiang Ziya asked with some disappointment, "Which senior brother are you a disciple of?"

"This disciple is a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren of Jinguang Cave on Qianyuan Mountain. My surname is Li and my given name is Nezha."

Nezha said, "Many years ago, I went to heaven to save my father and made a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace. Now I am ordered by my master to go down the mountain to assist the wise ruler and come to my uncle's side to be at his service."

Of course, Taiyi didn't explain the incident of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

However, he noticed that his senior uncle seemed to judge people by their appearance, so he added this 'resume' to his senior uncle's ears first.

Besides, what's this talk about assisting a wise ruler? To put it bluntly, isn't it just about working to pay off debts?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya looked at the young man in surprise and became somewhat unsettled: "Saving your father from heaven and causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace?"

Isn't this junior disciple so formidable? How can his senior uncle bear this?

However, the good news is that the crisis in Xiqi may be resolved.

Nezha asked, "Indeed, may I ask, Uncle-Master, who has come to attack Xiqi this time?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head and said, "It is Zhang Guifang, the general of Qinglong Pass of the Great Shang Dynasty. He has already captured many of my Xiqi generals by relying on the unorthodox technique of calling names to make them fall from their horses. He was already difficult to deal with. In the past two days, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island have also come. He is even more difficult to deal with."

Just then, the gatekeeper came in again and said, "Reporting to the Prime Minister, another person has arrived outside. He says he is a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal and has come to assist the Prime Minister."

"A disciple of Senior Brother Yu Ding?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya immediately stood up, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly, "Oh my, it's Yang Jian! Haha, the crisis in Xiqi is now resolved! Please invite him in!"

He wasn't very familiar with Nezha, but he was very familiar with Yang Jian.

Just as the gatekeeper was about to leave, Jiang Ziya said again, "Wait, I will go and greet him myself!"

Nezha said somewhat unhappily, "No, Uncle-Master, do you have to be like this? I haven't seen you like this since I came here."

Jiang Ziya coughed lightly and said, "Nephew, you don't know, your senior brother Yang Jian is really... well, cough cough, please wait here for a moment, I'll introduce you when he arrives."

He suppressed his excitement, gave Nezha a perfunctory reply, and then hurriedly went out.

"cut……"

Nezha smirked: "I bet he took care of all the enemies for you all by himself, humph!"

He grabbed a piece of fruit from the table, annoyed, and took a big bite.

The entrance to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Jiang Ziya jogged to the door and looked left and right. Apart from a Daoist boy of about ten years old, there was no one else. He hurriedly asked, "Where is the disciple of Jade Cauldron Immortal?"

The gatekeeper pointed at the boy.

The boy coughed and straightened his chest.

Their eyes met, staring at each other, and Jiang Ziya's smile, along with his excitement and agitation, froze.

Jiang Ziya, still somewhat unwilling to give up, asked, "Are you... a disciple of Jade Cauldron Immortal?"

"OK!"

Ao Bing said proudly, "Ao Bing, a disciple of Jade Cauldron Immortal, greets Uncle-Master Jiang. My master ordered me to come down the mountain to assist you and await your command."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya felt dizzy and disoriented. "No, Senior Brother Yu Ding, are you kidding me?"

Why not Yang Jian?

Even if it's not Yang Jian, Longji will do.

If it's not Longji... then you don't need to send such a small doll, do you?
Are you sending your apprentice to help me, or are you asking me to train your apprentice?
The disciple sent by Senior Brother Taiyi was someone who had saved his father in heaven and caused a great disturbance in the Heavenly Court; his past achievements were verifiable.

Your apprentice is still wet behind the ears...

Ao Bing then took out a scroll and said, "Oh right, Uncle-Master, this is a letter that Master asked me to give you."

Jiang Ziya took the document with surprise and opened it. The anxiety that had been hanging over him finally died.

P.S.: Finishing this chapter and realizing it's already the 500th makes me quite emotional. I originally planned to write 1.1 million words when I resumed updating. Then I thought I wouldn't be making any money, so I quickly finished it. I never expected that with everyone's support, it would reach nearly two million words now! Thank you all so much! *bows* (Added after publication, free of charge)