Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 299 The Method of Covering Up

The destined battle has begun. The rebellious son, shrouded in dark light, has gained unparalleled power and swung his axe, capable of cleaving everything in its path, at his divine elders.

Yes, if a poem were to describe this scene in later generations, it would definitely be written in this style.

However, even with the support of dark energy, Chenxiang was still significantly weaker than Yang Jian.

What a joke! As the God of War of the Three Realms, Yang Jian possesses not only combat skills and experience, but also innate fighting talent.

Chenxiang's combat skills and experience can be honed in dreams, but his combat talent is an insurmountable weakness.

Zhao Yifu was able to fight Yang Jian to a standstill, but that was mainly to ensure his own survival; he never intended to defeat Yang Jian.

But if Chenxiang wants to win, he must attack. And once he attacks, an opening will appear...

Soon, the agarwood was at a disadvantage and gradually could not hold on.

Yang Jian seemed to have relaxed his guard, pressing forward step by step, and his attacks became more expansive and powerful.

Yang Jian seemed to think victory was assured, and he casually asked, "Is this all you've learned all these years?"

"That monkey was never my match. No matter how well you learn from him, you still won't be my match."

Chenxiang's expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Is that so? I have more than just this one master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another seemingly casual axe swing came down.

Yang Jian scoffed, "No matter how many times, it's still the same..."

But at that moment, a chilling aura burst forth from Chenxiang's axe; it was the axe technique he had learned from Zhao Yifu that had come into play.

"Um?!"

Yang Jian took a step back in surprise, but the chilling aura and the intense fluctuations of the water element seemed to slow his reaction by a beat.

Chenxiang pounced forward and swung his axe down.

"Crack!"

The three-pointed, double-edged sword snapped in two, and then the axe had already sliced ​​into Yang Jian's chest...

Yang Jian cried out in shock and anger, and then fell from the summit of Mount Hua.

Chenxiang watched Yang Jian fall into the valley before taking a deep breath, gripping the axe tightly, and preparing to split Mount Hua in two with a single blow.

Yang Jian, who had fallen into the valley, lay motionless at the bottom.

Zhao Yifu's avatar quietly appeared beside him and muttered, "Hey, Uncle-Master, you didn't actually get killed by your nephew, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian calmly stood up, glanced down at the split breastplate, and saw that there was still only a shallow scratch inside.

He said, "That kid's axe is pretty heavy, and his way of hiding his skills is quite interesting. Did you teach him?"

Zhao Yifu said irritably, "I only taught him how to use the axe, but I didn't teach him how to trick you."

Yang Jian looked at the broken handle of the three-pointed double-edged sword and said, "What a pity, I need to get it repaired."

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword is still a bit lacking in quality; it's a typical example of how Yang Jian's fame made this weapon.

Zhao Yifu said, "It's a small matter."

With a wave of his hand, he injected dark source power into it, and then, like an adhesive, it glued it back together.

It looks as if it's completely undamaged, without even a crack.

Dark Source Force is a force that acts at the microscopic level. At this moment, Zhao Yifu used it to glue the broken three-pointed double-edged sword back together, which theoretically restored it to its original state.

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yifu in surprise and said, "This ability can be used like this?"

Zhao Yifu said, "I originally wanted to teach Brother Chenxiang properly, but he was impatient and couldn't learn, so I could only teach him some techniques like throwing bricks with great force."

Yang Jian's eye twitched slightly as he said, "If I had known, I would have let you take him with you back then."

He now clearly realizes that Zhao Yifu may have a brighter future with Chenxiang.

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "No, the inheritance of our Taiqing lineage probably can't improve cultivation as quickly as the Great Celestial Immortal Technique taught by my Monkey King. If we're talking about speed, it's better to follow my Monkey King."

Zhao Yifu actually suspected that this technique was a quick success method created by the monkey's master based on its situation.

After all, it seems to be used only for cultivating magical power, with almost no other applications, which the monkey would have to learn on his own.

Unlike his Taiqing lineage, even the "Pure Yang Seeking the Dao Scripture" passed down by the Pure Yang Patriarch can be understood and applied by reading it a few times.

It's hard to say which one is better, but considering the monkey's nature and Chenxiang's needs, the "Great Celestial Technique" is undoubtedly more suitable.

Just as the two were talking, the earth suddenly split open and the sky collapsed.

That brat split the mountain.

Yang Jian raised his hand to block the falling boulder, then asked, "What about divine retribution?"

Zhao Yifu said, "It depends on whether that child can be flexible."

"But don't worry, he's practiced it so many times in his dreams, he must be confident to do it."

At this moment, more boulders fell, completely burying Zhao Yifu and Yang Jian.

However, neither of them was hurt; they simply changed their perspective and continued watching.

The Holy Mother of the Three Realms was rescued.

When mothers and children are reunited, it always feels like something is missing... Oh, it's that the emotional outburst isn't intense enough.

What's wrong with the Third Holy Mother? She was clearly a great actress in the dream, so why did she fall apart in reality?
Zhao Yifu secretly cursed.

Chenxiang didn't seem too excited, because he knew this was only the first step.

He rescued his mother several times in his dreams... but his mother was too fragile and always died by accident.

All he can think about now is how to protect his mother during the impending divine retribution.

Before long, a fierce wind swept across the sky, and within that wind, sharp blades were hidden, slicing down menacingly.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Chenxiang brandished his axe and once again used the axe technique taught by Zhao Yifu, summoning a large amount of turbulent water element to resist the divine punishment of these sharp winds.

He persisted for a while, and then a fiery cloud descended from the sky... It really was a burning cloud, with raging fire falling from the heavens.

Chenxiang quickly continued to unleash his power to disperse the water element and lower the temperature to resist the scorching flames.

By this time, he was already feeling the strain. He had been mentally prepared for this kind of divine punishment from the Five Elements, since he had encountered it in his dreams.

But he never expected that all these divine punishments would come at once!

Then dark clouds gathered overhead again, and thunder was about to strike.

Having no other choice, Chenxiang leaped into the sky, covering his entire body with dark source energy, using his own body to withstand the lightning tribulation.

The instant he was struck by the lightning, Chenxiang felt a numbness all over his body and was unable to move.

At that moment, Zhao Yifu's method of using spiritual ink to carry the power of darkness flashed through his mind, and he felt extremely annoyed.

If he could master this technique, he would be much more at ease now.

But thankfully, it seems they can still hold on...

however……

"It's so cold..."

Yang Chan crossed her arms and said with a livid face.

Chenxiang instantly understood that this was the Frost Tribulation!
He quickly used his primordial spirit to activate the mountain-splitting axe, driving its power to absorb all the surrounding water elements.

He was extremely fortunate that he had learned this axe technique from Zhao Yifu, as he never expected it would be able to help control the water element.

However, before his relief could fade, his expression turned terrified.

He was shocked to see that Yang Chan's legs had turned into tree roots, and the lignified area was continuing to spread upwards.

The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan showed a look of horror on her face, which was obviously something she had not expected.

Chenxiang was also filled with shock and anger, but although he had withstood four heavenly punishments by himself, he was helpless against this silent wood tribulation. In fact, not only Chenxiang, but even Yang Jian showed a look of shock and anger.

This was something he hadn't anticipated...

He looked up at the sky and said through gritted teeth, "It's Him!"

Zhao Yifu suddenly realized that this 'He' refers to the Heavenly Emperor, or rather, the Heavenly Emperor who has become a complete puppet of the Heavenly Dao.

The old Zhang that Zhao Yifu knew was not the Heavenly Emperor; he was only a part of the Heavenly Emperor.

Therefore, what Old Zhang knew, the Heavenly Dao Puppet also knew, and Old Zhang's proposed resistance could not be hidden from the Heavenly Dao Puppet.

Therefore, all their attempts were already perfectly clear to the Heavenly Puppet; the only difference was whether He was willing to turn a blind eye.

It now appears that Old Zhang's struggle has failed, and the Heavenly Dao puppet has escalated its efforts.

Zhao Yifu nudged Yang Jian and said, "Uncle-Master, it's your turn. You have to save the Goddess of Mount Hua."

Yang Jian said with a grim expression, "How can we save them? The divine punishment has already begun."

Zhao Yifu said, "It's simple. Aren't you a Heavenly General? Then why don't you personally go out and 'capture' the Goddess of Mount Hua again, and bring her back under the control of the Heavenly Court?"

"Since that puppet is upholding the rules, then let's return everything to its proper course... By the way, according to the rules, what punishment should Goddess Huayue suffer?"

Yang Jian's eyes lit up; he had already understood Zhao Yifu's meaning.

He said, "Chan'er's secret marriage to a mortal is a mistake by the gods, and she should be imprisoned in the fourth level of the Heavenly Prison."

“I already showed favoritism by suppressing her under Mount Hua.”

Zhao Yifu said, "Being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is better than turning into a piece of wood right now, isn't it?"

Yang Jian wholeheartedly agreed, so he revealed himself and crashed into the area suppressed by the five layers of heavenly punishment, arriving directly beside Yang Chan and loudly proclaiming, "This humble general, Yang Jian, has already imprisoned the sinful god; the heavenly punishment can be waived!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the rate at which Yang Chan's body turned to wood indeed slowed down.

The various calamities in the sky also slowed down rapidly... Zhao Yifu seemed to see Old Zhang's will taking effect.

A moment later, the aura of calamity dissipated.

Yang Chan's body, which had been mostly petrified, began to recover rapidly.

Panting heavily, Chenxiang fell to the ground. He looked at Yang Jian, whose armor was torn but who seemed unharmed, with a complicated expression.

Yang Jian looked at him coldly and said, "You should have done better."

"Now, your mother is going to be tortured in the Heavenly Prison every day."

Yang Chan's face was also very pale, whether from the previous depletion of her vital energy or from the thought that things would get worse...

Chenxiang's face was gloomy. He said, "Then I will go and destroy the Heavenly Prison next!"

Yang Jian took Yang Chan and flew into the sky, while Chen Xiang simply watched without making a move.

He now realizes that if he takes action again, only his own mother will suffer; he has already made a mistake once.

Yang Jian said from mid-air, "The arrest warrant for you should be issued soon. You will soon become a wanted criminal in the Three Realms. You'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Chenxiang closed his eyes in a state of near collapse.

The overwhelming sense of frustration made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Moreover, this is different from when he suffers setbacks in his dreams. In his dreams, no matter how much he fails, there are always people around him who care about him. This allows him to get back on his feet time and time again.

But this time... he seemed to have found new power, but the price was even greater...

After the setback, a deep sense of loneliness washes over me.

He cried.

He thought he had done his best, but reality gave him a harsh blow.

But just then, he heard a chuckling voice from beside him: "Crying already? Haha, just like you were when you were a kid!"

He looked up in surprise and saw a monkey wearing a cassock grinning at him.

Chenxiang choked out, "Master?"

The monkey replied, "Yes!"

Chenxiang suddenly broke down completely, collapsing onto the monkey and crying like a child.

A hint of tenderness appeared in the monkey's cynical eyes; in its eyes, wasn't this just a child?
"Master, I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

The monkey said, "It's alright, so what if you're locked up in Heavenly Prison? I, Old Sun, will figure something out for you..."

"Wow!"

Chenxiang cried even louder.

Zhao Yifu's avatar quietly appeared beside him, nodded slightly to the monkey as a greeting, and then dispersed.

Zhao Yifu had no opinion on what had happened to Chenxiang. All he had to do next was wait and see how things would develop.

Several lines of reasoning have gradually become clearer. The next step is to wait for these clues to converge and ultimately form the force to overthrow the Heavenly Court.

However, Yang Jian came to visit just one day later.

Zhao Yifu asked, "Are you settled in?"

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Chan'er has survived, but she'll probably have a hard time in that Heavenly Prison."

As a loving older brother, Yang Jian was heartbroken.

Zhao Yifu said, "It's not the child's fault. We didn't expect the divine retribution to suddenly intensify."

Yang Jian said, "Isn't it because that person's will wasn't strong enough?"

He paused for a moment, then added, "Never mind, I have no right to blame him now, because I failed to protect my sister either."

Zhao Yifu said, "Don't worry, it won't be long before Youquan organizes its forces to attack Tianyu. Do you think He will send Chenxiang to lead the troops?"

Yang Jian's expression shifted upon hearing this, and he asked, "What if we fail again?"

Zhao Yifu scratched his head, then sighed and said, "Then I need to discuss with Master Zhang what crime to use to get me imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison without killing me."

Yang Jian was moved and asked, "What use would you be to the Heavenly Prison?"

Zhao Yifu said, "I still have some connections in the Heavenly Prison. At least I can keep an eye on Goddess Huayue."

"And while we're at it, let's see if there's any chance we can help Youquan take down Tianyu?"

Yang Jian pondered for a moment and asked, "How confident are you?"

Zhao Yifu said, "If I can get into the Heavenly Prison, I'd say there's a 90% chance."

Yang Jian thought Zhao Yifu would say a very low probability, but he was shocked to find that Zhao Yifu said an exaggerated success rate of '90%'.

He asked, "How...how could this be?"

Zhao Yifu said with a smile, "I never expected that the good relationship I formed with the Heavenly Grandson back then would come in handy at this time."

Yang Jian instantly realized, "So that's how it is. Tian Sun Mu Lu, who once served as the warden of the Heavenly Prison... I understand now."

Then he said seriously, "But if that happens, after you escape, I will personally lead heavenly soldiers and generals to capture you. Are you confident that you can defeat me head-on?"

This is really a problem...

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "How could I possibly be that confident? But I can give it a try."

Yang Jian said speechlessly, "Is this how you're supposed to be humble?"

Regardless, the fact that Zhao Yifu had covered for him brought a sense of relief to Yang Jian.

(End of this chapter)