Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ran Deng realized something was wrong and had no choice but to use his great power to protect the apricot-yellow flag. With a loud "boom," the apricot-yellow flag's golden light faltered, and it was knocked away. Ran Deng also spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Gongming had vanished into thin air, but since it was the time of the Investiture of the Gods, Zhao Gongming naturally retained a wisp of his true spirit and flew towards the Investiture Platform.

However, Zhao Gongming's mount, the Black Tiger, which had been trapped by the Apricot Yellow Banner and unable to move, was now freed from the pressure. The Black Tiger turned back and howled at the spot where Zhao Gongming had died, then ran towards the Three Immortals Island without looking back and disappeared in an instant.

The apricot-yellow flag is a dedicated defensive magic weapon, so it cannot harm the trapped person.

The Ten Heavenly Kings' "Ten Deadly Formations" were released from the control of the Apricot Yellow Banner, which loosened their grip. However, the Ten Heavenly Kings were men of honor, and seeing that Zhao Gongming was dead, how could they possibly escape? Moreover, with the Twelve Golden Immortals and Burning Lamp by their side, whether they could escape at all was still a question.

However, Zhao Gongming was already dead, and the Twelve Golden Immortals had thoroughly grasped the variations of the "Ten Deadly Formations." Meanwhile, Ran Deng, holding the apricot-yellow flag, was trapping the formation. Guang Chengzi first unleashed the Heaven-Turning Seal, smashing Yuan Tianjun, the mastermind of the "Heavenly Deadly Formation," to death, thus breaking the "Ten Deadly Formations." Afterwards, the remaining nine Heavenly Lords were also sent to the Investiture of the Gods list.

Meanwhile, on the Three Immortals Island, the three Yunxiao sisters had been restless ever since Zhao Gongming left. Bixiao even nearly stormed out several times, only to be stopped by Yunxiao.

The three sisters and Zhao Gongming became disciples of the Shangqing Sage Tongtianmen. Zhao Gongming took good care of the three sisters, and the four of them had a close relationship.

On this day, a tiger's roar came from outside the Three Immortals Island. The Three Immortals knew that it was Zhao Gongming's mount, the Black Tiger. The Black Tiger ran to Yunxiao, took off the divine whip from its back, knelt down in front of Yunxiao, and then suddenly crashed its head into a rock beside the island. The Three Immortals never expected this turn of events and were too late to stop it. The Black Tiger's brains were shattered from the impact, and it was beyond saving.

How could the Three Immortals not know that Zhao Gongming was dead? They could only weep bitterly, pick up the divine whip from the ground, and, moved by the loyalty of Black Tiger, bury Black Tiger.

Bixiao angrily said, "I'm so angry! Even Black Tiger isn't afraid of death, so are we sisters supposed to stay here like cowards? We have no choice but to go and avenge our brother!" After saying that, she was about to fly out, and Qiongxiao beside her was also itching to go.

Seeing the condition of his two sisters, Yunxiao could only sigh inwardly. He bowed towards the direction of Jin'ao Island and said, "Master, it is not that I disobeyed orders and led my two sisters out, but I could not bear to see my brother die tragically and wanted to seek justice for him!" After saying this, Yunxiao called the maidservant beside him to take good care of the Three Immortal Islands.

After settling matters on the Three Immortal Islands, the Three Immortals, their robes fluttering, flew towards the Zhou army.

Before long, the Three Immortals had flown to the place where Zhao Gongming died at the foot of Huanghua Mountain.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming and the Ten Heavenly Kings were already dead. Jiang Shang only instructed the vanguard general Nezha to prepare to continue the journey.

Just as Nezha was about to set off, a scout reported that three women were blocking their path, their imposing presence preventing the army from advancing an inch. Nezha frowned slightly and immediately led his generals to the scene.

On the vast, empty grassland, Yunxiao and his two companions stood tall, their elegant faces slightly raised, before the massive army, showing no regard for Jiang Shang's three million-strong force. Sunlight shone directly on their robes, creating a hazy, dreamlike effect, while the mountain breeze made their garments flutter, making them appear like fairies descended to earth. The Zhou Kingdom's vanguard of five hundred thousand soldiers stared in utter astonishment.

Nezha didn't recognize the Three Immortals, but seeing their demeanor, he knew they were extraordinary. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Why are the three fairies blocking my army's path?"

Yunxiao knew that Nezha was the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi, who was by Nuwa's side, and did not want to antagonize him, so he said, "Nezha, you are ordered by Nuwa to attack Zhou, and I will not make things difficult for you. Go and call the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect and Randeng to come here, and tell them that the Three Immortals of Jie Sect and the Three Immortals of the Three Immortal Islands have come here."

Nezha was startled upon hearing this. How could he not have heard of the Three Immortals of the Jie Sect? He thought to himself that Yunxiao was at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and he was no match for her. Just as he was about to send someone to inform Jiang Shang, Deng Hua, an officer under Nezha's horse, appeared. Deng Hua was a disciple of Huanglong Zhenren of Erxian Mountain in the Chan Sect. He wielded a halberd and had already reached the mid-stage of the Earth Immortal realm. He was indeed a warrior who could withstand ten thousand men. Upon hearing Yunxiao's words, he was furious and said, "You three women are extremely rude! Do you think you can just see us Chan Sect Golden Immortals as you please? Let me, Deng Hua, come and meet you!" After saying this, he swung his halberd and charged forward.

Yunxiao frowned slightly. Bixiao, impatient, flung the Golden Dragon Scissors in her hand into the air. The scissors instantly transformed into two golden dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Deng Hua. Deng Hua hurriedly held his halberd horizontally to protect himself, but a "crack" was heard. Before Deng Hua could even utter a sound, he and his halberd were cut in two, and a wisp of his true spirit flew towards the Conferred God Platform.

Yunxiao ignored Deng Hua and coldly stared at Nezha's 500,000-strong army. A powerful aura pressed down on them. How could the 500,000-strong army, all mortals, withstand it? They were all trembling with fear!

Nezha sighed inwardly and had no choice but to send someone to inform Jiang Shang.

At this time, Ran Deng had already gone back to refine the Yin-Yang Pearl, and the Twelve Golden Immortals were also preparing to go back to report to Yuan Shi. However, they heard the vanguard camp scouts hurriedly report that the Three Immortals had arrived.

How could everyone not know Yunxiao's abilities? Jiang Shang merely raised his eyes to look at the Twelve Golden Immortals, but the Twelve Golden Immortals looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, Guang Chengzi said, "Now that the Three Immortals have arrived, we Twelve Golden Immortals have no reason to back down. Why don't we go forward together and take a look?"

The Three Immortals and the Twelve Golden Immortals were all second-generation disciples of the Daoist sect. Although everyone knew they were no match for them, they dared not run away, otherwise how would the Chan Sect establish itself in the prehistoric world?

Guang Chengzi and the others arrived at the front of the formation. Guang Chengzi stepped forward and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have been cultivating in seclusion on the Three Immortal Islands for a long time. Why do you want to make things difficult for us?"

Yunxiao said, "This trip is for no other reason than to seek justice for our deceased brother, Zhao Gongming!"

Guang Chengzi wanted to speak again, but Bi Xiao raised her golden dragon scissors and shouted, "If you want to fight, then fight! What's with all the nonsense?"

Yunxiao then said, "Since your cultivation is low, I will not make things difficult for you. I will set up a formation here today and give you a day to consider how to break it. You can wait for the Twelve Golden Immortals to come again tomorrow!"

After saying this, he simply raised the Hunyuan Golden Bucket in his hand into the air. The Hunyuan Golden Bucket shone brightly, and within the golden light, wisps of yellow sand drifted down. A moment later, one could see mountains formed by piles of yellow sand rising and falling, with a river winding through them. On the opposite side, at the location of the Twelve Golden Immortals, four large characters were written on a yellow stone – “Nine-Bend Yellow River”.

It was Yunxiao's own creation, the "Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation".

The Twelve Golden Immortals blushed crimson. They recalled how, when they roamed the primordial world, everyone had always respectfully addressed them as "Master, your magical powers are profound." Now, Yunxiao had openly declared to their very faces, "Your cultivation is lowly," his disdain palpable, yet they were utterly at a loss for words. Seeing the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, with its rolling yellow sands, billowing clouds, and chilling aura, the Twelve Golden Immortals could only sigh inwardly before returning to their camp.

The "Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation" was created by Yunxiao using the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, as its core. It was constructed according to the three elements of Heaven, Earth, and Man, and incorporated the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, making it impossible for the Twelve Golden Immortals to see through. Furthermore, the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, the core of the formation, was the first chamber pot created by the Great God Pangu after the creation of the world. It is extremely insidious and is an unparalleled magic weapon for diminishing the cultivation of immortals.

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In the Zhou Kingdom's camp, Yang Jian heard the Twelve Golden Immortals sighing and lamenting, and he was quite unconvinced.

Yang Jian has mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which are infinitely versatile. His physical body is already indestructible, and he has now reached the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm. He has never been defeated since his debut. Now, he also has the Tai'a Sword, a magical treasure he acquired later, which is a three-pointed double-edged sword that can push through anything.

Seeing that the Twelve Golden Immortals were incompetent, the arrogant Yang Jian secretly entered the "Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation" under the moonlight.

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Shameless Saint

After entering the formation, Yang Jian wandered around inside, trying to find an exit. However, he found himself surrounded by endless mountains made of yellow sand, which horrified him. Suddenly, he thought to himself, "Since my magical power is so great, why don't I just destroy these mountains one by one? Then the formation will no longer be able to trap me."

The moment Yang Jian entered the formation, Yunxiao already knew. Everything Yang Jian did was under the watchful eyes of the Three Immortals. Yunxiao naturally knew what Yang Jian was thinking. She simply chuckled and waved her hand, sending the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron directly towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was shocked and quickly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, intending to slash at the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron. His third eye on his forehead also emitted golden light to block the golden light of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

Yunxiao remained expressionless, clasped his hands together, and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron suddenly enlarged, enveloping Yang Jian and his sword within it, before slowly shrinking and swaying.

Yunxiao suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" Bixiao and Qiongxiao beside him hurriedly asked what was the reason. Yunxiao calculated with his fingers and laughed, "This Yang Jian is quite capable. He has actually learned the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts of the Chan Sect and has great merit protecting him. No wonder his cultivation has reached the late stage of Golden Immortal in just over a thousand years, far faster than those arrogant Twelve Golden Immortals."

It turns out that the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron is most effective at diminishing a person's cultivation level. Just a shake can remove a thousand years of cultivation from the person inside. Yunxiao found it strange that the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron couldn't diminish Yang Jian's cultivation level. After some calculation, he naturally learned about Yang Jian's background.

Yang Jian was the son of the Heavenly Court's Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden and the Human Emperor Xuanyuan. He was the first immortal and mortal to be combined in the world. He also inherited the merits and blessings of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan in teaching all people. Inside the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, those merits guarded his mind, so his cultivation did not suffer much loss.

Since Yunxiao knew Yang Jian's background, he didn't make things difficult for him. He simply waved his hand and released Yang Jian. Yang Jian was disheveled, trembling all over, and squatting on the ground, unable to stand up.

Although Yang Jian preserved his cultivation, the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was incredibly powerful, and it left Yang Jian completely disoriented and dizzy.

Qiongxiao raised her hand and waved, and a rope flew straight to Yang Jian. It was a pity that Yang Jian's profound skills were useless at this moment. He was tied up tightly and thrown in front of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

The Twelve Golden Immortals discussed the matter all night in the camp, but they still couldn't find a way to deal with Yunxiao. The difference in strength was obvious, and it was impossible to come up with a solution through discussion. Just like Zhao Gongming, whose strength was above their own back then, even with the support of the "Ten Absolute Formations," he was still easily defeated by Randeng, who had the strength of a quasi-saint.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun said, "Why don't we invite Master Randeng to come again? Master Randeng is the first Quasi-Saint of our Daoist sect. I think he can deal with Yunxiao."

Randeng was the deputy leader of the Chan Sect, and the Twelve Golden Immortals also called him their teacher.

Everyone remained silent. Even so, the Twelve Golden Immortals had such great names; if word got out, they might not be able to survive in the prehistoric world anymore.

Master Yuding said, "With all twelve of us Golden Immortals joining forces, and with the help of our master's innate spiritual treasure, the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, we should be fine even if we can't break the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation."

Everyone agreed, and they devised a plan to break the formation the next day. Afterwards, everyone went to rest.

The next day, the Twelve Golden Immortals arrived together at the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, but before they could even fight, they saw Yang Jian, who was bound tightly.

Everyone was shocked. They all knew Yang Jian's strength very well. He was now a late-stage Golden Immortal, second only to Nezha among the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect. Yet now he was tied up like a dead dog. Everyone felt a pang of sympathy, as if they themselves were the ones who were tied up.

Master Yu Ding, Yang Jian's teacher, was heartbroken to see his disciple in such a state. He cried out, "Yunxiao! Yang Jian is a junior. Your actions are beneath your dignity!"

The Three Immortals stood high on the clouds. Yunxiao said, "Yuding, on the battlefield, it's only a matter of life and death. What does seniority matter? Yang Jian overestimated himself and broke into the formation in the dead of night. I spared his life, which is already showing mercy!" After a pause, he added, "I don't want to argue. Let's settle this with our skills!" After saying that, the Three Immortals disappeared into the formation.

Since things had come to this point, a fight was inevitable. The twelve Golden Immortals raised their magical weapons high and released white lotuses from their heads. Guang Chengzi's was the largest, nearly a foot in size, while the other eleven ranged from seven to nine inches in size.

Guang Chengzi unfurled the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, which emitted countless golden rays that protected the Twelve Golden Immortals. One by one, the Twelve Golden Immortals entered the formation, but then Nezha came to rescue Yang Jian, and Jiang Shang and the others watched from afar.

The Twelve Golden Immortals saw only a vast expanse of yellow sand before them, stretching endlessly between heaven and earth. As they pondered how to break the formation, they suddenly noticed that the sand was rapidly shifting, threatening to separate them.

Everyone realized something was wrong and quickly activated their magical weapons, throwing them together at the yellow sand.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were renowned figures, not ordinary people. Among them were innate spiritual treasures such as Chi Jingzi's Yin-Yang Mirror, Taiyi Zhenren's Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, Ju Liusun's Earth-Binding Immortal Rope, Cihang's Pure Glazed Bottle, and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun's Five Fire Divine Flame Fan. The other Golden Immortals' magical treasures were all at the acquired spiritual treasure level. In particular, Guang Chengzi's Fantian Seal was forged by Yuanshi Tianzun using half of Buzhou Mountain, and its power was comparable to a high-level innate spiritual treasure. At that moment, it caused yellow sand to fly everywhere, and the great formation shook for a while.

The flow of yellow sand slowed down rapidly, and a few rays of sunlight seemed to shine through. The Golden Immortals were overjoyed, thinking that if things continued this way, breaking the formation would not be difficult. But suddenly, Guang Chengzi, who was in front, was shaken to his core, squatted down on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The golden light of the apricot-yellow flag protecting everyone also dimmed.

It turned out that when Yunxiao saw that the Twelve Golden Immortals were protected by the Apricot Yellow Banner, he thought that he should break the Apricot Yellow Banner first. So he activated the formation to change and ordered Qiongxiao and Bixiao to guard the formation, while he would deal with the Apricot Yellow Banner.

Yunxiao simply raised his hands, and the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was drawn straight towards the Apricot Yellow Flag. The Apricot Yellow Flag was now controlled by Guang Chengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals. How could Guang Chengzi be a match for Yunxiao? In addition, Guang Chengzi was in the great formation, so although the Apricot Yellow Flag was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, its power was greatly reduced.

Both sides now understood the key to breaking the formation: if the Twelve Golden Immortals smashed out a patch of light first, the formation would be broken; if Yunxiao subdued the Apricot Yellow Banner first, the Twelve Golden Immortals would have no choice but to be at the mercy of the three.

Guang Chengzi is now injured and unable to control the Apricot Yellow Banner, so the banner is handed over to the two less powerful Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren to jointly control, while the rest of the people go to smash the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. At present, both sides are struggling to hold on.

Yunxiao was ultimately at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, far surpassing the strength of Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren, who were at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. Suddenly, the Hunyuan Golden Bucket grew to several thousand feet in size, while the golden light of the Apricot Yellow Banner grew smaller and smaller. Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren's faces turned red, and large drops of sweat dripped down their faces.

Suddenly, both of them spat out a mouthful of blood. The apricot-yellow flag in the sky immediately lost control, shrinking to the size of a foot and slowly drifting down.

The twelve Golden Immortals all sighed deeply, sat down on the ground, and remained silent.

Yunxiao looked at the twelve Golden Immortals, and then saw that Qiongxiao and Bixiao beside him were both covered in sweat and almost couldn't stand up. He remembered the tragic death of his brother Zhao Gongming. Yunxiao didn't say anything. The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron spun around and shone brightly, enveloping all twelve Golden Immortals.

As the Twelve Golden Immortals were about to unleash their magical treasures in resistance, they discovered that they and their treasures were being sucked into the Primordial Golden Cauldron one by one.

It's pitiful that all the Golden Immortals, who have cultivated for millions of years, have had their white lotuses on their heads stripped away and their five vital energies sealed, making them no different from ordinary mortals. Only Guang Chengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, still retains the cultivation of an early-stage Earth Immortal because he once had a trace of merit in educating the Human Emperor Xuanyuan.

Just as the Three Immortals were achieving a great victory, a crane's cry suddenly rang out from the sky. Immediately afterwards, a sandalwood chariot flew straight down from mid-air, supported by auspicious clouds, its colorful light swirling around it. Seated atop the sandalwood chariot was a man wearing a tall, imposing crown and a long white robe, with a few wisps of long beard flowing in the wind. He had the air of a celestial being, but his face was ashen. This man was none other than the second of the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Pure Saint, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the leader of the Chan Sect.

How could the Three Immortals not recognize the Primordial Celestial Venerable? Yunxiao immediately stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Yunxiao of the Jie Sect, along with my two sisters, pays respects to the Jade Purity Saint!"

Although the Three Pure Ones split up due to the anger of the Tongtian Sect Leader, they are still referred to as a single family by the common people. Since Yuan Yuan is always the elder, Yunxiao stepped forward to pay his respects.

Yuanshi simply snorted coldly, looked up at the sky, and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Bixiao and Qiongxiao were very dissatisfied. Bixiao said, "Sister, why did you go to greet them? Look, they don't even acknowledge you!"

Yunxiao thought to himself that the girl was being naive. How could ordinary people understand the power of a sage? After Yunxiao achieved the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, his cultivation level rose daily, and he increasingly felt that the realm of a sage was unattainable.

Just then, a cow's moo was heard from the sky, followed by a misty, fragrant atmosphere. The Grand Master Xuandu led a blue ox, on which sat a kind-faced man with white hair and a youthful face. He was none other than the head of the Three Pure Ones, the Sage of Taiqing, and the leader of the Human Sect, Laozi.

When Yunxiao saw that Taishang Laojun had also arrived, he was shocked and thought to himself that this matter would probably not end well. He could only step forward and bow, saying, "Yunxiao of the Jie Sect, along with my two sisters, pays respects to the Sage Taiqing!"

Lao Jun looked down at this one of the four Quasi-Saints of Taoism and nodded slightly, indicating that he had met him.

When Yuanshi saw Laojun arrive, he stepped forward to pay his respects and said, "Please, senior brother, uphold justice!"

Lao Jun sighed inwardly, thinking to himself: Your twelve disciples are no match for Tongtian's third disciple. In this matter, what justice can be served?

But these words could not be spoken aloud. Laozi simply said to Yunxiao, "Release the Twelve Golden Immortals first!"

Before the sage, Yunxiao knew that resistance was futile, so he waved his hand and withdrew the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron flew into the air, and amidst the golden light, twelve figures fell to the ground one by one, all unconscious.

Then another "clattering" sound came, and the treasures of the Twelve Golden Immortals were just piled up in a mess.

Looking at the twelve Golden Immortals, Laozi sighed, "It's a pity that a thousand years of merit have all turned into nothing but a painted cake!" After saying this, he closed his eyes and stopped speaking and acting.

Upon seeing the appearance of his disciples, Yuanshi's face turned ashen. He let out a cold snort, and his saintly aura pressed down on the Three Immortals.

Yunxiao was terrified and hurriedly summoned the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron to protect Qiongxiao and Bixiao. However, the sage was enraged and could not be stopped. Yunxiao took two steps back before regaining his footing.

Bixiao was never one to back down from trouble. Seeing Yunxiao suffer a loss, she rushed forward and cursed, "My sisters released your disciples, yet you bully them with your power! How shameless!" With that, she raised the Golden Dragon Scissors and charged straight at Yuanshi.

Yunxiao was shocked and cried out, "Sister, no!" He tried to stop her, but he was too injured to do so.

Yuanshi didn't even glance at the Golden Dragon Scissors. Instead, he swung the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand straight at Bixiao. The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that was formed after the twelve-grade green lotus was divided into three parts. It was Yuanshi's cultivation magic weapon before he became a saint. How could Bixiao, with her mid-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, possibly withstand it? She was hit squarely by the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Bixiao let out a miserable scream and died. Her true spirit flew straight towards the Conferred God Platform.

As soon as Bixiao was listed on the Investiture of the Gods, her magical treasures also changed direction and followed her. This is the wondrous use of the innate spiritual treasure, the Investiture of the Gods: for those listed, as long as their magical treasures were not stolen during their lifetime, the treasures are reborn along with their true spirits.

Seeing Bixiao die, Yunxiao and Qiongxiao were deeply grieved. The three sisters had shared food, clothing, shelter and transportation for thousands of years, and their sisterly affection was beyond the comprehension of outsiders. They didn't care that the person in front of them was a saint, and each of them raised their magic weapons and struck at Yuanshi.