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

Chapter 578 Ju Liusun's "Tribulation"

Ao Bing, Nezha, Jinzha, Muzha, and Huang Tianhua arrived in Xiqi and found that the battle outside the city had already ended and the soldiers and civilians inside the city were celebrating. Knowing that they had won, they were overjoyed and hurriedly went to the Prime Minister's residence to report.

Inside the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence, besides Jiang Ziya, Ji Fa and a group of his confidants were also present.

"Western religion?"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances before turning to look at Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya pondered and said, “There’s no need for everyone to come and see me. I once heard my senior brother Yu Ding say that in the east there is Kunlun, and in the west there is Sumeru. In the far west of Xiniu Hezhou, there is a mountain called Sumeru, which is no less large than Kunlun. There is a Western religion on the mountain, located on Sumeru, but we know very little about their true nature.”

Ao Bing and the others knelt on one knee, clasped their hands, and said, "We disciples failed in our duties and were unable to capture Dingguang Immortal. Please punish us, Uncle Master."

Just as Jiang Ziya was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Ji Fa beside him seemed to know something and was greatly surprised: "Does King Wu know something?"

Ji Fa pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right!"

Upon hearing this, all the ministers were astonished, none of them expecting their lord to know these things.

"Now that things have come to this, I will no longer hide anything from you all..."

Ji Fa raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the crowd, an invisible aura emanating from him: "I once studied under the extraordinary Master Guigu in Guigu Valley of Yunmeng Mountain. I learned my skills there from the valley's ancient texts, which said that Guigu Valley was once occupied by a Ghost King leading ten thousand ghosts, hence the name Guigu (Ghost Valley). Later, my master traveled here and helped a Western Sect immortal known as Mahasthamaprapta subdue the Ghost King and the ten thousand ghosts in the valley, which is why the place was transformed into a blessed land..."

Guigu wrote these things down when he had nothing else to do, so that they could serve as the origin and history of the Guigu lineage and be passed down to future generations.

"So Your Majesty had such a wondrous encounter in your early years! Truly, Heaven blesses Your Majesty!" said the physician San Yisheng with a smile.
A hint of joy appeared in everyone's eyes as they looked at Ji Fa, and they all echoed San Yisheng's words.

It seems their king is the chosen one; following him is the right choice.

“Get up. Since a Western master has come to enlighten Dingguang Xian, you can’t be blamed,” Jiang Ziya said.

After the battle was over, it was natural to reward those who had made contributions. Jiang Ziya was in charge of this matter, while Ji Fa ordered a grand victory banquet to be held in the palace to entertain all the meritorious officials.

Among them, the disciples of Yuxu Sect made outstanding contributions and performed the best, so they naturally received a personal invitation from Ji Fa.

Nezha was walking outside when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, Lei Zhenzi, you're all better now?"

Lei Zhenzi smiled and nodded: "Thanks to Master."

He then told the others what happened next.

"Old Lamp, Uncle Yun, and Uncle Cihang have all left? So quickly?"

Nezha was a little surprised, then shook his head and smiled: "It's good that they left. I felt a little uncomfortable with them around. Brothers, let's go and have some good food."

Jinzha walked out, but then frowned as if he had thought of something.

Ao Bing noticed and asked, "Brother Jinzha, what's wrong?"

Jinzha glanced at everyone and said, "Didn't Master Randeng send Uncle-Master Guangchengzi and Uncle-Master Chijingzi to intercept Grand Tutor Wen? Since Grand Tutor Wen has perished outside Xiqi City, then what about you two uncles..."

Muzha, Huang Tianhua, and Lei Zhenzi were taken aback, only then remembering the matter.

"They must have gone home a long time ago."

Nezha turned around, picked his nose, and said, "You're such a grown man, you can't just stand there waiting like an idiot, can you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded slightly. Jinzha looked at Ao Bing and tentatively suggested, "How about... we send someone fast to take a look?"

The two looked at Nezha, and seeing that he was picking his nose and yawning and couldn't be relied on at all, they looked at Lei Zhenzi.

Lei Zhenzi said, "Don't look at me. I can fly fast, but my injuries haven't healed yet."

The two looked at Huang Tianhua, who said, "No, why are you looking at me? I relied entirely on the Jade Kirin. It's tired after this battle."

The two looked at Muzha and saw him raise his hand and laugh dryly, "Don't look at me, I'm not fast at all, I'm not even as fast as the two of you."

As Ao Bing and Jinzha exchanged bewildered glances, everyone stared at them with wicked smiles: "Senior Brother Jinzha..."

“I…I think Nezha makes sense,” Jinzha said seriously, as if he hadn’t been the one who asked the question.

"Good lad, you change your tune so quickly..." Ao Bing said, meeting everyone's gazes, "I think that my two senior uncles are adults, they can take care of themselves."

"That's right!"

Huang Tianhua stepped forward casually, put his arms around Jinzha and Ao Bing, and laughed, "You two senior uncles aren't stupid. If they can't wait for anyone, they'll naturally go back. Come on, let's go have a celebration banquet."

At this moment, in Xiqi City, after witnessing the victory over the invincible and undefeated Grand Tutor Wen, the morale of the soldiers and civilians soared to an unprecedented level.

As Ji Fa's carriage passed through the long street, watching the cheers and support of the people, he breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a smile after a long period of tension.

After ruling the world for five hundred years, the Shang Dynasty was already riddled with problems, outwardly strong but inwardly weak and old. The loss of Wen Zhong, one of the two pillars of the state, would hasten its demise.

'This is momentum!'

Ji Fa slowly closed his eyes: 'The will of the people is the will of the world, the trend of the times; no one can stop it, not even… you!'

He cultivated the Vertical Sword, which relies on momentum. Therefore, after he descended the mountain, he gained a deeper understanding of the Vertical Sword's way by combining it with the general "momentum" of the world.

Originally, his father Ji Chang did not want to fight, but after several generations of development, their Xiqi had become strong and powerful, which naturally became a thorn in the side of the aging Yin Shang, who wished they could kill them as soon as possible.

There is a saying that the moment one has the power to rebel, one is guilty; this is the crime of Xiqi.

It's either rebel or die; there's no third option.

Therefore, he chose to expose the conflict between the Shang Dynasty and the feudal lords in advance, while traveling around to persuade people to share the pressure on Xiqi, and at the same time trying his best to persuade his father to rebel.

However, his father ultimately did not rebel. Instead, he followed the divine will indicated by the divination and went to Chaoge, where he suffered seven years of imprisonment. He and his elder brother died on their way back.

Now that we've paid such a high price, we have no choice but to go all the way.

As Ji Fa closed his eyes, his understanding of the world's affairs deepened, and the sword aura emanating from him became increasingly unfathomable.

At this moment, Xiqi was celebrating nationwide, while Huang Feihu was still on his way on an ox...

"Hiss... Is the wind this cold in late autumn?"

"When is this person finally arriving?!"

On Huanghualing and Yanshan, two former "immortals" who were originally born from nature stood in the cold wind, their mouths trembling as they rubbed their arms together, trying their best to maintain their immortal image.

What was innate becomes acquired, the immortal body becomes a mortal body, the Three Flowers become empty talk, and one's cultivation is lost in a single day. At this moment, they are experiencing the feelings of mortals in the cold wind.

At this moment, a divine tiger flew across the sky, with a man sitting behind it, his expression gloomy.

“Wen Zhong is dead! Wen Zhong is actually dead! How could Wen Zhong have died?” Shen Gongbao was in a bad mood.

Previously, he was able to attract many Biyou immortals to help him entirely because of Wen Zhong's reputation. After all, Wen Zhong had a good reputation within the sect, and his master was the eldest sister of Biyou, the Holy Mother Jinling.

Now that Wen Zhong is dead, he will have to rely on himself to get things done.

However, there was also good news this time: the three bastards, Qiu Shou Xian, Ling Ya Xian, and Jin Guang Xian, who harmed Senior Brother Yu Ding, got their comeuppance and died in Xi Qi.

The only regret is that... the Westerners rescued Chang Er Ding Guang Xian.

This Western religion deserves our special attention… Shen Gongbao’s eyes flashed as he thought to himself, then suddenly his gaze shifted as he looked down and smiled: “They’re here!”

Below, a vast army of figures stretched out like a dragon, winding and twisting, with the leader clad in golden armor riding a five-colored divine ox.

Immediately, he urged his divine tiger to travel to the Three Mountains and Five Peaks to find disciples of the Intercepting Sect to avenge Wen Zhong.

On this day, he rode a tiger and happened to see a mountain peak.

"Damn it...what bad luck, how did I end up here with that old fat man?" Shen Gongbao cursed under his breath as Le Hu was about to leave.

Among the twelve immortal leaders of Jade Void, he disliked Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, the most, followed by the sinister Julusun, who gave people a gloomy and unfathomable feeling.

"Who is that beast who is cursing?"

Suddenly, a shout came from the ground, followed by a golden light that shot up like a snake and came toward him. Shen Gongbao hurriedly dodged and leaped up from behind the tiger. The golden snake went straight for the divine tiger, which made the divine tiger under its mount curse and grumble.

Unexpectedly, the golden light seemed to have chosen its target, abandoning the divine tiger and leaping up to bind Shen Gongbao tightly, making him fall to the ground like a rice dumpling. A figure appeared before them, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a short man with dark skin and a height of less than four feet.

"Who are you, you lowly scoundrel, daring to cause trouble in my Flying Dragon Cave on Jialong Mountain?" the dwarf laughed.

"Little Black Fatty..." Shen Gongbao probed, "Who... are you?" The dwarf smiled smugly, "I am Tu Xingsun, a disciple of the Immortal Ju Liusun of Jialong Mountain. And who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Gongbao's eyes darted around and he laughed: "I...I wondered who it was, it turns out to be...it's Senior Brother Ju Liusun's disciple, good lad, hurry up and...hurry up and let me go, I am your master...uncle Shen Gong...Gong...ah Gongbao!"

Upon hearing this, Tu Xingsun's features contorted in pain, making his already unattractive face even more unsightly: "You're my martial uncle? I've never heard of you before, Shen Gong A Bao? What a strange name."

"How...how dare you! No, I didn't!"

Shen Gongbao angrily said, "No... if you don't believe me, go to Yuxu Palace and ask Senior Brother Yuding and Senior Brother Taiyi if they recognize me."

Tu Xingsun was momentarily stunned by the imposing manner, then quickly recovered and helped Shen Gongbao sit down, saying, "Uncle-Master, please don't be offended, nephew... nephew..."

"Ok?"

Shen Gongbao glanced at him, and Tu Xingsun quickly covered his mouth in surprise, realizing that he had also been influenced to stutter.

"That's it!"

Shen Gongbao lifted his skirt and sat down, saying, "You...you just used...your master's magic weapon, the Immortal Binding Rope, didn't you?"

Tu Xingsun exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you even recognize my master's magic weapon, you must be my uncle-master."

Shen Gongbao said smugly, "Where...where is your master?"

Tu Xingsun honestly replied, "My master went down the mountain to break the Ten Deadly Formations by imperial decree, and told me to take good care of the cave and wait for his return, but he has not returned yet."

Oh, right, that old, fat, dark-skinned man lost his Dao fruit... Shen Gongbao was overjoyed at the thought, and then, thinking of Ju Liusun who was huffing and puffing as he hurried back and forth, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ju Liusun, you've finally met your match, huh?

This is just perfect timing!

"What is Uncle-Master laughing at?" Tu Xingsun asked curiously.

Shen Gongbao glanced at him: "What skills do you have?"

Tu Xingsun proudly said, "This disciple has cultivated for a hundred years, practiced martial arts, and also mastered the art of earth movement."

"Pfft..."

Shen Gongbao couldn't help but burst out laughing. In a hundred years, he hadn't even become a true immortal. His talent was unmatched, not to mention Yu Ding's disciples, even Taiyi's disciples couldn't compare.

Tu Xingsun was annoyed by the laughter and angrily said, "Uncle-Master, what do you mean by this?"

Shen Gongbao scrutinized Tu Xingsun from head to toe, then shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

“Uncle-Master, you might as well speak your mind,” Tu Xingsun snorted.

Shen Gongbao said, "In my opinion, you are destined for misfortune and have only average talent. It is difficult for you to become an immortal... If you cannot achieve immortality through the Dao, you can only cultivate worldly wealth and status."

Upon hearing this disparagement, Tu Xingsun became furious: "You're talking nonsense! My master said I have extraordinary talent..."

Shen Gongbao interrupted with a loud laugh, saying, "That was just your... your master comforting you because he was afraid you would be sad. Not to mention Yang Jian who made a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, you can't even compare to Nezha who became an immortal at the age of seven."

"Ahhh, Uncle-Master, how could you say that? Where are they?" Tu Xingsun shouted angrily.

Shen Gongbao smiled and said, "If you want to cultivate worldly wealth and status, I... I guarantee you'll encounter them."

Tu Xingsun hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Please give me your guidance, Uncle-Master."

"You are about to go down the mountain... It just so happens that I have a past relationship with Huang Feihu, the Martial King of the Great Shang Dynasty. He is about to conquer the West... Xiqi. When he arrives, he will write a letter to recommend you and help you succeed."

Shen Gongbao said with a smile, "But when you go down the mountain, you have to bring your master's Immortal Binding Rope and Immortal Pills with you. The more you bring, the greater your chances of achieving fame and success."

Tu Xingsun hesitated: "If I take it, my master will kill me."

"Bullshit!"

Shen Gongbao scolded, "If you can make a name for yourself with these things, have a harem of wives and concubines, and become famous throughout the world, your master will be overjoyed."

Then, as your master, he'll have something to be proud of, won't he? If all else fails, you could... send him a few beautiful women to serve him, just to show him some filial piety, wouldn't that be enough?"

Tu Xingsun was so engrossed in the scene described by Shen Gongbao that his mouth was practically watering. He nodded hurriedly and said, "That makes sense, that makes sense. Listening to my master's words is better than cultivating the Dao for a hundred years. Master, please wait a moment."

He immediately twisted his body and disappeared, but instead went to the alchemy room inside the Flying Dragon Cave and packed up the remaining three Immortal Binding Ropes and ten gourds of Immortal Pills to take away.

Then, Tu Xingsun held the pen in his right hand and carefully wrote a message for his master on the bamboo slip:

"Master, your disciple Tu Xingsun respectfully submits this message: I know that the path to immortality is difficult to achieve, so I have decided to descend the mountain to seek wealth and honor. I have borrowed the Immortal Binding Rope and the Immortal Elixir, and I will repay them a hundredfold when I achieve success in the future. I will also take you down the mountain to enjoy a life of happiness and filial piety..."

As he wrote about the memories of his time with his master, he couldn't help but shed tears, which smudged the words on the scroll. Finally, he rolled it up and solemnly placed it on Ju Liusun's cloud bed.

Then he went outside, where Shen Gongbao had already prepared a letter of recommendation.

Shen Gongbao handed over the letter: "How much did you bring?"

Tu Xingsun waved his hand and laughed, "Not much, not much."

He took the letter, turned around, and used his earth-walking technique to head in the direction Shen Gongbao pointed.

I don’t know how long it has been...

"call!"

A travel-worn streak of light landed in front of the Flying Dragon Cave. It was Ju Liusun. He patted the dust off his clothes and sighed, "Finally back. Luckily, I still have one of the elixirs I refined before, which can help me recover some of my magic power... Tu Xingsun, bring me a basin of water. Tu Xingsun? Tu Xingsun?"

No matter how much he shouted until his voice was hoarse, no one came.

Ju Liusun paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to realize something and ran into the cave. He immediately felt dizzy, realizing that all the Immortal Binding Ropes that had been hanging behind the cloud bed were gone.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he noticed the scrolls on the cloud bed. He opened them and his eyebrows immediately rose, his expression strange. He angrily said, "What is this brat writing? The characters are illegible, the symbols are incoherent. It looks like chicken claws scratching the ground. Who can recognize it? Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, he picked up the book again and his eyes fell on two words. His brows furrowed and his expression changed drastically.

"Oh no, my elixir!"

Ju Liusun cried out in surprise and rushed to the alchemy room. As soon as he stepped inside, he froze, standing there blankly, his face turning red and his blood pressure soaring.

But now, the gourds that he used to store the elixirs were all gone, and the alchemy room was as clean as if it had been robbed.

This scene made Ju Liusun's vision go black and his blood pressure soar. He was so angry that he trembled and almost lost his balance. Fortunately, he managed to stand up by holding onto the door.

He caught his breath for a moment before coming to the meditation cushion. He lifted the cushion he was sitting on while refining pills and found a hidden compartment inside. Opening it, he could see a gourd inside.

"Fortunately... the gourd of golden pills is still here."

Ju Liusun breathed a sigh of relief, then gripped the gourd tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "Traitor!"

He never expected that not only would he suffer a calamity outside, but he would also face another "calamity" at home. The biggest setback of his life was actually caused by the apprentice he had personally trained.

How ironic!
sorrow!

He felt truly sorry for himself!

Thank goodness he had a backup plan!
At this moment, he was extremely grateful for his decision. He knew that these pills were nothing to them back then, and they could be easily made, but for him now, they were the capital to turn his life around.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Sacred Realm.

Wen Zhong died after all... Yu Ding opened his eyes on the cloud bed in the cave and remained silent for a moment.

He also knew that this was Wen Zhong's own choice, and that Tianxu had also arranged a way out for him. Jue Long Ridge was moved away by Tianxu using his mountain-moving magic.

On Yuxu's side, Yun Zhongzi also tried to persuade Wen Zhong to turn back, but Wen Zhong was determined to die, and there was nothing anyone could do.

"Quick! Quick!"

Yu Ding slowly rose to his feet. With Wen Zhong dead, the progress of the Investiture of the Gods should accelerate.

He left the cave and descended Kunlun. He wouldn't get involved in what happened afterward; he just needed to wait for the right opportunity to arrive.