After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Inside Jiepai Pass, at the bottom of the large pit.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the immortal Samantabhadra was revealed, his body covered in blood and resembling a pool of mud.

His eyes, which had originally exuded an air of celestial arrogance, were now fixed on the closed gap above his head, the light in them shifting from resentment to a deathly despair.

"They ran away...they all ran away..."

Samantabhadra murmured to himself, his voice as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

He never imagined that his senior brother and vice leader, who always claimed to be of one heart and mind with him, would treat him as a pawn to be abandoned when faced with life and death.

A pair of dusty boots stopped in front of him.

Xiao Wuji held the murderous Zhuxian Sword in one hand and tossed the Fantian Seal in the other, looking down at the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching display of camaraderie among fellow disciples."

Xiao Wuji squatted down and patted Puxian's cheek with the cold spine of the Zhuxian Sword, a gesture full of humiliation.

"Puxian, look, this is what they call sacrificing a fellow Daoist to save yourself. Your senior brothers ran away really fast, without even turning their heads."

"Kill me..."

Puxian closed his eyes and squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth.

It's better to be on the list than to be humiliated.

A murderous glint flashed in Xiao Wuji's eyes. He slightly raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, its tip pointing directly at Puxian's brow. With just a gentle push, this Great Luo Golden Immortal would return to his true form.

But the sword in his hand eventually came to a stop.

"Kill you? That would be too easy on you."

Xiao Wuji's lips curled into a playful smile as he sheathed his longsword and conjured obscure Five Elements runes at his fingertips.

"Keeping you alive is more valuable than keeping you dead."

"You are one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. Hanging your name on the city wall would be the best golden signboard."

"I want to see if Yuanshi Tianzun still has any face left, and whether your fellow disciples will come to your rescue again."

"seal up!"

With a low shout, Xiao Wuji's fingers struck Puxian's major acupoints with lightning speed.

Puff puff puff—!

With several muffled thuds, the Niwan Palace of the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra was sealed, the Three Flowers on the top of his head were suppressed, and the Five Qi in his chest were locked up.

Now, apart from his still relatively strong physical body, he is not even as good as an ordinary person.

"Guards, take this immortal to the water dungeon and treat him well. Don't kill him; we still need him to catch big fish."

Several fierce-looking guards rushed up and dragged Puxian towards the dungeon like a dead dog.

……

Xiqi Camp.

Although the sun was shining brightly, the atmosphere inside the camp was as cold and gloomy as an ice cellar.

Four staggering beams of light landed in front of the commander's tent. As the light faded, the disheveled figures of Randeng, Guangchengzi, Wenshu, and Cihang were revealed.

Guang Chengzi was disheveled and dressed in rags; Manjushri and Cihang were pale-faced with bloodstains at the corners of their mouths.

Even the usually ostentatious Taoist Ran Deng had most of his robes burned off, making him look like a beggar who had just fled back from a disaster.

"Senior Brother! Vice Leader!"

Jiang Ziya had been waiting outside the tent. Upon seeing the group return, he hurriedly went to greet them. Accompanying him were Yang Jian, Nezha, and other third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect.

But when their gaze swept over the crowd and they didn't see that familiar figure, their hearts skipped a beat.

"Where... is Senior Brother Puxian? He..."

Jiang Ziya's voice trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Did another one break?

Dead silence.

The four powerful figures exchanged glances, their eyes flickering, creating an awkward and suffocating atmosphere.

Finally, Ran Deng coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

His voice was hoarse and dry, revealing a deep weariness: "I was careless."

Ran Deng shook his head, his face showing a look of deep sorrow.

"That Xiao Wuji is too cunning; he set up numerous ambushes within that formation. We were caught off guard and fell into his trap."

"My nephew Puxian... unfortunately got caught in the battle while covering our breakout."

"What?" Jiang Ziya felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

Another cover-up? Another trap?

Why does this sound so familiar? That's how Julusun died last time!

"Then... what should we do?" Jiang Ziya was so anxious that he paced back and forth.

"That's Brother Puxian! Should we report this to Master immediately?"

"No!"

Almost simultaneously, Randeng and Guangchengzi shouted to stop them.

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the hidden ulterior motives in each other's eyes.

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic of losing the Zhuxian Sword, and put on the dignified air of the eldest disciple:

"Our master is extremely busy, having just fought with Uncle Tongtian and is currently in seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao. If we were to disturb His Majesty's presence with such a trivial matter, wouldn't it make us appear utterly incompetent?"

"Besides..."

Guang Chengzi paused, his gaze sweeping over Manjushri and Cihang, a subtle warning in his eyes.

"Although we were defeated in this battle, we have figured out the details of that formation."

"After a few days of rest and recovery, I will surely be able to devise a way to break the formation and rescue my junior brother, Puxian."

Manjushri and Cihang opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something.

They could see it clearly from within the formation; what Xiao Wuji was holding was clearly the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell!

That's the Chaos Bell!

If they report this to their master, and a sage intervenes, this treasure will surely end up in the Jade Void Palace's treasury, and will have nothing to do with them whatsoever.

However, if one can use the pretext of rescuing people or breaking the formation to proceed gradually, perhaps this opportunity will fall into one's lap.

Greed, like a seed, took root and sprouted wildly in everyone's hearts at this moment.

Faced with the temptation of such a supreme treasure that could prove one's Dao and attain the Primordial Chaos, all feelings of kinship and the decrees of one's master must be set aside.

After all, the junior brother belongs to everyone, while the supreme treasure is likely to be one's own.

"The eldest brother is right."

Cihang Daoren clasped his hands together, lowered his head and looked meekly, concealing the glint in his eyes.

"Our master's sacred heart must not be disturbed. As his disciples, we should share his burdens. Brother Puxian is a lucky man, so let's discuss this further for now."

Seeing this, Manjushri could only nod bitterly.

Although Jiang Ziya felt something was amiss, seeing that the four leaders all spoke with one voice, he had no choice but to give up.

"Then... fellow disciples, please return to camp to heal your wounds."

Ran Deng nodded, said nothing more, turned and went into his tent, and quickly set up multiple layers of restrictions.

Guang Chengzi did the same, leaving in a hurry.

In front of the huge command tent, only Jiang Ziya remained, standing bewildered in the wind.

He looked back at the imposing Jiepai Pass in the distance, then at the several tightly closed tents of powerful figures, and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

The news of the Chaos Bell's birth was thus suppressed by the tacit greed and selfishness of several powerful beings.

And so, the immortal Puxian, who was still imprisoned in the water dungeon of Jiepai Pass, became a victim.

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