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

Jiepai Pass, the backyard of the General's Mansion.

Although the Holy Mother of Wudang was skeptical of Xiao Wuji's explanation that he found the Chaos Bell, she ultimately did not pursue the matter further.

Everyone has their own destiny; as long as one's heart is with the Jie Sect, it is a good thing.

"Junior brother."

Before leaving, the Holy Mother of Wudang turned around one last time, looking at Xiao Wuji with a complex expression:

"Are you really not coming back to Jin'ao Island with me?"

"Now that you possess the Chaos Bell and the Immortal Execution Sword, if word gets out, even saints will covet them."

"But as long as you return to Jin'ao Island with me, even if the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself comes and wants to do anything to you on Jin'ao Island, he will have to ask Master's Qingping Sword first."

"This is the safest route."

Xiao Wuji stood in the pavilion, his gaze piercing through layers of restrictions, looking towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

"Master Uncle, if I leave, who will avenge the deaths of our three masters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao?"

Xiao Wuji's voice was soft, yet it carried a hardness as firm as metal and stone:

"They were suppressed under Qilin Cliff, suffering from the wind and sun. If I were to cowardly return to Jin'ao Island now, I would not be able to swallow this anger, and my mind would not be at peace."

"If one's thoughts are not clear, what use is the Great Luo Path?"

"I will stay here until I beat the Chan Sect until they are hurt, afraid, and forced to release the people."

Looking at her junior brother, whose spine was ramrod straight, the Holy Mother of Wudang seemed to see, in a daze, the demeanor of Yunxiao, who still refused to bow his head before the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

"That's enough."

The Holy Mother of Wudang sighed and stopped trying to dissuade her.

"Take care of yourself. If you are truly in a life-or-death situation, crush the jade talisman, and your master will risk his life to save you."

After saying that, she transformed into a gentle breeze and disappeared silently into the world.

After seeing off the Holy Mother of Wudang, Xiao Wuji once again entered his reclusive mode.

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Peace reigned within Jiepai Pass, and in this calm before the storm, the 120th day of guarding the pass quietly arrived.

Early morning, in a secluded room.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully defended Jiepai Pass for 120 days.]

[Reward: Top-grade innate spiritual treasure—Twelve-petal Pure White Lotus!]

"Buzz—"

A pure white lotus flower appeared out of thin air in front of Xiao Wuji.

The lotus blossoms in twelve petals, radiating a holy radiance, with runes of the purifying path inscribed on each petal.

As soon as it appeared, the evil energy in the secret room was instantly purified, and even the air became fresh and sweet.

"The Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus!"

A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Wuji's eyes.

This is one of the five lotus seeds that were transformed from the legendary Chaos Green Lotus. It is as famous as the Twelve Merit Golden Lotus of the West, the Twelve Karmic Fire Red Lotus of the Styx Ancestor, and the Twelve World-Destroying Black Lotus of Rahu!

"This is good stuff!"

Xiao Wuji reached out and gently stroked the lotus petals, feeling the endless power of life contained within them.

"Sitting upright upon it, one is immune to all laws."

"With the Chaos Bell suppressing space and time, the Immortal Execution Sword becoming incomparably lethal, and coupled with the protection of this Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus..."

Xiao Wuji's lips curled up slightly.

"Although I am only a Great Luo Golden Immortal now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I am invincible among non-saints."

……

Several days later, at noon.

Suddenly, a series of loud dragon roars and phoenix cries echoed across the sky beyond Jiepai Pass.

The once clear sky was instantly obscured by endless auspicious clouds.

Those were not ordinary clouds, but auspicious clouds formed from pure innate spiritual energy, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with ever-changing scenery.

"roar--!"

Nine ancient white dragons, each a thousand feet long and with scales as white as snow, pulled a magnificent sandalwood chariot, shimmering with light, as they slowly descended from the clouds.

Around the imperial carriage, thousands of cranes danced gracefully, while golden boys and jade maidens scattered flowers to clear the way. The grandeur of the procession was ten times greater than that of the human emperor's procession.

Inside the Xiqi camp.

Jiang Ziya and his generals had already knelt on the ground, and Randeng, Manjushri, Cihang and others also bowed in respect, their eyes filled with awe and expectation.

"Welcome, Master Antarctic!"

The imperial carriage stopped in mid-air, the curtains were gently rolled up, and an old man holding a staff with a coiled dragon and dove design stepped out.

He had a ruddy complexion, kind eyes, and a Taoist robe with the character for longevity fluttering in the wind, exuding an air of carefree longevity.

He was none other than the true senior disciple of the Chan Sect, the Antarctic Immortal.

Standing on the cloud, his gaze did not fall on the kneeling crowd, but instead immediately landed on the headless corpse in front of the commander's tent below.

Taiyi Zhenren.

Upon seeing his junior brother's tragic death, his body torn apart, a chilling glint flashed across the Antarctic Immortal's ever-present warm smile, and the surrounding auspicious energy froze for a moment.

But he quickly composed himself and resumed his compassionate and wise demeanor.

"Amitabha Buddha."

The Antarctic Immortal sighed softly, and with a tap of his dove-like staff in the void, a vital energy of longevity descended, enveloping the body of the Taiyi True Man and thus preserving his flesh from decay.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the imposing Jiepai Pass in the distance.

"Let's go."

The Antarctic Immortal spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly resonated for miles around:

"Go and meet that eminent disciple of the Jie Sect."

……

At Jiepai Pass.

The Nine Dragons Incense Carriage hovered in the void, with the Antarctic Immortal looking down from above, followed by Guang Chengzi, who was acting like a fox borrowing the tiger's power, and Randeng and others with complicated expressions.

"Xiao Wuji".

The Old Man of the South Pole did not take action directly, but instead acted like a true elder.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the clouds to the young figure on the city wall, his tone filled with a reproachful disappointment.

"You were originally a junior member of the Jie Sect, and having some opportunities should have been a good thing. However, you were unaware of the opportune moment and the overall situation."

"Now that Xiqi is attacking Zhou, it is in accordance with the will of Heaven. You are going against Heaven and blocking the righteous army, which is already a great mistake; you should not be so ruthless as to slaughter your uncle and send the true spirits of your fellow disciples to the Investiture of the Gods."

"You have fallen into the demonic path."

The Old Man of the South Pole shook his head, looking heartbroken: "Considering Heaven's benevolence towards life, this humble Taoist is unwilling to bully the weak."

"If you are willing to bind your own hands, relinquish all your cultivation, and follow me to the Jade Void Palace Qilin Cliff to face the wall for ten thousand years to repent for your sins, I might be able to plead for you before my master and spare your life."

These words were spoken with great righteousness and a strong sense of justice.

It was as if he hadn't come to kill, but rather as a saint to save lost sheep.

On the city wall.

As Xiao Wuji listened, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha……"

He first chuckled softly, then burst into loud laughter, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"What a long period of solitary confinement! What a glimmer of hope!"

Xiao Wuji abruptly stopped laughing, raised his head, and his eyes, sharp as knives, pierced straight into the Antarctic Immortal in the clouds:

"Old man from Antarctica, are the people of your Chan Sect all shameless?"

"Back then, when you twelve Golden Immortals killed my disciples of the Jie Sect, it was in accordance with Heaven and the people, and you were acting on behalf of Heaven; now that I'm killing your Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, it's become defying Heaven and becoming a demon?"

"This double standard is really well-played!"

Xiao Wuji stepped into the void, his Zhuxian Sword pointing towards the heavens, his voice booming like thunder:

"If you want to fight, then fight! Don't try to disgust me with this hypocritical act!"

"You dare to lecture me?"

"If you, old man, want to break here, then bring it on!"

"We wouldn't mind hanging another birthday god on the flagpole at Jiepai Pass!"

Author Qiu Qianren personally recommends: I hope you enjoy the story of "The Hundred-Year Guardian of the Gods: I Driven the Heavenly Sage Mad" on Cola Novels.