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

Chapter 511 Is this the level of the havoc in Heaven?
"Uncle-Master, what does this letter say?"

Ao Bing looked at the letter of introduction with curiosity and said, "Master said that once you see the letter of introduction, he will make arrangements for me."

Jiang Ziya forced a smile and said, "Then come with me!"

As he turned around, he could no longer maintain his smile, and he seemed to hear the voice of Yu Ding in his ears.

“Junior Brother Ziya, my disciple Ao Bing is still young, his skills are not yet proficient, and his abilities are limited. I am sending him here to lend a helping hand. I hope you will take good care of him and not send him to the front lines to fight, putting him in danger. Giving him a leisurely job such as escorting provisions will suffice!”

"Take care of him..." Jiang Ziya glanced at Ao Bing, who had followed behind and was curiously observing his residence, and couldn't help but sigh again.

He originally thought that Nezha was already young enough at twelve or thirteen years old, but he didn't expect his senior brother to send someone even younger.

Jiang Ziya asked casually, "Ao Bing, why is it you who came this time? Where are your senior brothers and sisters?"

Ao Bing rolled his eyes and coughed, "This was assigned by Master. I don't know anything about it. Maybe my senior brothers and sisters are all too busy." Of course, he couldn't admit that he was sent down because he was the weakest and most incompetent one in Yuquan Mountain.

Jiang Ziya nodded in agreement.

Yang Jian holds a divine position, while Long Ji, stationed at Phoenix Mountain, protects the local people.

Ao Bing chuckled and said, "But don't worry, Uncle-Master. Although I can't compare to my senior brothers and sisters, I'm not bad either."

"What achievements do you have? You're not bad either..." Jiang Ziya smiled dismissively, thinking to himself, "If you're not bad, why would Senior Brother Yu Ding write a letter asking me to 'take special care' of you?"

It seems this kid was sent by Senior Brother Yu Ding to be tempered.

Ao Bing followed Jiang Ziya into the hall.

Jiang Ziya said, "Nezha, let me introduce you. This is a disciple of your Uncle Yu Ding..."

Ao Bing had already stepped forward with a hearty laugh and said, "Fourth brother, you're the fastest."

Jiang Ziya looked bewildered: "Fourth brother???"

"Third brother?!"

Nezha jumped up in surprise and rushed forward, saying excitedly, "How come it's you? Didn't you say that Elder Yang, cough cough, Second Brother is here?"

Jiang Ziya looked at the two of them with surprise and asked, "...Are you the third brother? And he's the fourth brother?"

What a mess! What a mess!
It's all chaos!
Nezha teased, "Third brother, your master only thinks you're too young."

Ao Bing smiled slightly: "Isn't that simple?"

With a sway of his body, he grew taller and transformed into a tall and slender young man. After looking him over, he nodded in satisfaction with his new look.

Nezha laughed and said, "Let me introduce you to my master. Before becoming your disciple, my third brother was the third prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan, and he was a neighbor of my family's Chen Tang Pass."

Jiang Ziya exclaimed in surprise, "So you are the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan. My apologies for my disrespect."

Dragons live for a hundred years, which explains why this kid, who is only about ten years old, seems to have a maturity far beyond his years.

"Oh, it's nothing, Uncle-Master, you're too kind."

Ao Bing waved his hand dismissively: "This time, Master asked me to come down the mountain to help my uncle. He also said that Nezha had come down the mountain as well. I rushed as fast as I could, but I was still a step behind him."

Nezha chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten? I have the Wind Fire Wheels, a treasure bestowed upon me by my master. Did your uncle give you any treasures this time?"

Why bring up something you shouldn't have said before...? Ao Bing's lips twitched: "Master will definitely give this to me. It's been a long time since we last met. How have you been all these years?"

Nezha's face also fell: "Don't even mention it. Over the years, in order to pay off the debt, Master's alchemy furnace has never stopped. In order to save money, we didn't even buy those spiritual firewood. We used my Samadhi True Fire to refine every day. I haven't had a single day without getting angry. What about you?"

Looking at Nezha's somewhat thin face, Ao Bing laughed heartily: "I'm fine. By the way, did you know that a very powerful demon appeared in the West Sea a few days ago?"

Nezha's expression shifted, and he immediately became interested: "What great demon?"

Ao Bing said, "He is known as the Heaven-Turning and Sea-Overturning Flood Dragon Demon King. He is incredibly powerful and has great magical abilities. Even my father and three uncles are no match for him. He even destroyed the Four Seas Demon-Sealing Cave, releasing the four ancient ferocious beasts. Let me tell you, this is truly a time of crisis for the Dragon Clan."

Jiang Ziya was originally preoccupied with Zhang Guifang and the Four Sages of Kowloon Island, and didn't really care about these things.

However, Ao Bing's vivid and lifelike description, with its strong visual imagery, also attracted his attention.

Nezha complained, "Why didn't you call me for all this excitement? And then what?"

Ao Bing said smugly, "The crisis was resolved by my master, myself, Uncle Huanglong, the Western Maitreya Venerable, and the Golden Cicada Venerable. It's just a pity that the Flood Dragon Demon King escaped."

It turns out that the prehistoric world has not been peaceful all these years... Jiang Ziya was also quite shocked by what he heard. As for Ao Bing, he didn't believe that Ao Bing had anything to do with this.

As a member of the Jade Void Sect, he has long since left that world and now mingles in the imperial court, only able to hear about major events in the primordial world through the younger generation...

This made him feel a deep sadness and grief, for he had once been a part of that "world".

Nezha laughed and said, "It ran away? That's good. Let's go and subdue the dragon another day when we have time."

Just as the two apprentices were chatting animatedly, while their uncle was brooding over something,

Suddenly, a young man in his thirties, dressed in armor, rushed in and said, "Master, the enemy troops below the city are challenging us again."

"Master?" Ao Bing and Nezha exchanged a glance.

Jiang Ziya introduced, "This is my apprentice Wu Ji. Wu Ji, these two are Ao Bing, your Uncle Yu Ding's disciple, and Nezha, your Uncle Tai Yi's disciple. They have come down the mountain to help my Xiqi on their master's orders. You must get along well from now on."

After a moment of surprise, Wu Ji smiled and said, "I understand, Master."

Jiang Ziya waved his hand: "As for the enemy raising the truce sign, we don't need to pay attention to it."

Buji bowed and agreed, then turned to go and do as instructed.

Ao Bing stood up and stopped Wu Ji, saying, "Uncle-Master, please wait. We don't know who is challenging us outside the city. Nezha and I are here on our master's orders to come down the mountain to help you. Why don't we go out and give it a try?" "This..." Jiang Ziya hesitated.

Nezha also stood up and said seriously, "That's right, Uncle-Master, let me and Senior Brother Ao Bing meet them first!"

Jiang Ziya looked at their determined gazes, pondered for a moment, and nodded gently: "Alright, Nezha, go into battle to meet the enemy, and Ao Bing will stand guard for you. Remember to be careful of Zhang Guifang's unorthodox technique of calling names and falling off horses. If you are no match for them, return quickly and do not linger in the battle."

The two men clasped their hands in greeting and said, "Yes, sir!"

Outside the south gate of Xiqi, the Shang army's chariots and troops were already arrayed and ready for battle.

As the city gates opened, Jiang Ziya rode out in a chariot, Nezha held the Fire-Tipped Spear, Wu Ji held a large sword, and Ao Bing stood empty-handed on either side.

As expected, he was missing a weapon... Ao Bing looked at the various spears and halberds and felt a little embarrassed to take out his Crouching Dragon Axe.

Within the Shang army camp, a general with red hair and a blue face, carrying a spiked club, immediately reined in his horse and charged into battle.

Jiang Ziya said, "This person is Feng Lin, the vanguard under Zhang Guifang. He will exhale black smoke, and there are harmful beads hidden in the smoke. Be careful!"

Nezha nodded and was about to step forward.

Ao Bing shouted, "Nezha, cheer up! This is the first battle we've fought to help our master uncle after we come down the mountain. We must fight it well and not let our master uncle and Jade Void Palace down."

Nezha paused, then his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he strode forward.

Jiang Ziya glanced at Ao Bing helplessly. "Where did Ao Bing learn this trick of stirring up trouble from?"

Wu Ji whispered to Ao Bing beside him, "Brother Ao Bing, don't say anything. Look at the size difference, how can we fight? We should prepare to take him back."

Ao Bing glanced at him and then at Jiang Ziya.

I must say, this disciple that my uncle took in is quite a nice person.

He just didn't know that when Nezha was seven or eight years old, he went on a killing spree in the Demon Sealing Cave in the East Sea, and when he was nine, he even stormed the Heavenly Court.

If we fall here today, where will you put the faces of the monsters and heavenly generals who died at his hands?

Ao Bing pondered for a moment and said, "Their chances are 20/80."

"20/80 split?" Wu Ji was stunned.

So optimistic?

Ao Bing's calm demeanor probably indicates that he is no match for him. However, the thirteen-year-old Nezha is not even in the same league as Feng Lin, who has red hair, a blue face, and is ten feet tall.

Feng Lin laughed loudly, "Jiang Ziya, my general knew that you, a coward who only knows how to hang up the white flag, would dare to go out into battle. You must have invited powerful reinforcements. Why did you only send a little kid to die?"

He rode his horse down from his high vantage point and asked, "Who comes here? State your name!"

Just as Jiang Ziya was about to remind Nezha not to sign up, Nezha coldly said, "Feng Lin, I am your grandfather!"

Before Feng Lin could even finish speaking, Nezha had already taken flight, his Wind and Fire Spear dancing beneath his feet, with a faint phoenix cry echoing around him. The red tassel at the tip of the spear burned like flames, and in an instant, he broke through the thirty-odd feet and was right in front of him.

The general was terrified and quickly dodged the first spear by sidestepping. He broke out in a cold sweat. Before he could even catch his breath, Nezha's second spear swept in. In his haste, he quickly raised his spiked club to block. With a clang of metal, the terrifying force of the club slammed into him.

puff!
The warhorse beneath the general neighed and fell to the ground. The general, whose face was full of ferocity, also coughed up blood and flew out, rolling on the ground, ignoring the pain and filled with horror.

This...this isn't right!
He cultivated martial arts and also mastered secret techniques, making him a human immortal. Among humans, he would be considered a top expert. Since completing his training, he has dominated the battlefield for decades, and countless experts have died under his spiked club.

But today, he was shot in this state by a mere brat.

Before he could think any further, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Almost instinctively, he turned his head sharply and exhaled a cloud of black smoke that instantly spread out. From within the smoke, a bead the size of a bowl flew straight at Nezha's face.

"Even these petty tricks dare to make a fool of themselves! Annihilate them!"

Nezha made a hand seal and pointed a finger, uttering a mantra. The black smoke dissipated on its own, and the bead spun smoothly on Nezha's fingertip.

"Ah...you dare to break my magic? Give me back my precious pearl!"

Seeing his magic broken, Feng Lin roared in anger, but then realized his predicament. He turned around, leaped into the air, and fled for his life towards the merchant camp.

But it was too late for him to run. With a "whoosh," a fire-tipped spear pierced through him from behind, lifting him into the air.

On his deathbed, Feng Lin finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

He realized that he was not even in the same league as this immature brat. If he wasn't mistaken, the other party was definitely a master of the immortal path.

Although the term "human immortal" contains the word "immortal," it does not refer to a true immortal.

The war... has escalated!

I thought that the arrival of the immortals from Kowloon Island invited by Grand Tutor Wen would easily resolve the issue with Xiqi, but I never expected that Xiqi would also have immortal helpers. Now, the Shang Dynasty and the General are in big trouble.

With his last thought, blood gushed from Feng Lin's mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he died, ending his life.

Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels and wielding his spear, stood frozen on the spot, carrying Feng Lin's corpse.

In an instant, the battlefield on both sides became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The Vanguard Wind Forest was defeated in just three shots; the turn of events was truly too swift.

Not to mention that Zhang Guifang and others in the merchant camp were too late to provide assistance, even Jiang Ziya's own people were dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of shock, Jiang Ziya couldn't help but look up, his eyes lighting up as he silently glanced at the sky.

Is this... the level of the havoc in Heaven?