Zhang Kui Asks the Way in Investiture of the Gods

Zhang Kui felt a sudden tightness in his heart after hearing Jin Zha and Mu Zha's shouts.

Zhang Guifang... Fenglin...

There's also Yang Sen, Gao Youqian, Li Xingba...

"Fellow Daoists, in the end, we still can't avoid going to the Investiture of the Gods..." Zhang Kui muttered to himself, a complex emotion welling up in his chest.

"Utterly despicable!"

The angry roar of the Golden Spirit Mother resounded like thunder, pulling Zhang Kui back to reality from his thoughts.

The female immortal of the Jie Sect had a murderous look on her face, and her eyes flashed with cold light: "You just said that you were thinking of the friendship between the three sects, but now you are so ruthless! Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin were generals of the Yin Shang Dynasty. It was their fate to die on the battlefield, but you sent the true spirits of Wang Mo, Yang Sen and other Jie Sect disciples to the Investiture of the Gods. This is to cut off their path of cultivation."

With each word she spoke, the golden light surrounding her intensified. The Seven Fragrance Chariot moved automatically without wind, the Flying Golden Sword emitted a piercing hum, and the illusory dragon and tiger images on the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi seemed about to burst out of the sky.

"Senior Sister, there's no need to waste words with these hypocrites." The Holy Mother Turtle Spirit stepped forward, the Sun and Moon Pearl already swirling in her palm, its crimson and white light intertwining, making her features even more sharp. "It wouldn't be a bad thing if there were a few more Golden Immortals from the Chan Sect on the Investiture of the Gods!"

Before the words were even finished, the Sun and Moon Pearls were already unleashed. The red pearl transformed into a blazing sun, and the white pearl into a bright moon. The sun and moon shone together, changing the very color of the world. The sun was scorching hot, and the moonlight was cool and serene. These two completely opposite forces merged perfectly at this moment, forming a pillar of light a hundred feet in diameter, which crashed down upon the Four Immortals of the Chan Sect.

The Holy Mother of Wudang remained silent, yet her robes moved without wind. She held a whisk in her left hand and made a hand seal with her right, a faint azure halo emanating from her body. The halo appeared gentle, yet contained a chilling Daoist essence—the celestial light of Shangqing, cultivated through millennia of arduous practice, capable of neutralizing all evil magic and breaking all spells.

The battle is about to break out!

Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Julusun, and Cihang looked extremely grave. Their injuries had not yet healed, and they were now facing the angry attacks of the three Holy Mothers of the Jie Sect, putting them in a very unfavorable situation.

However, the pride of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect made it impossible for them to simply sit idly by and wait for their deaths.

"Jin Ling, cease your arrogance!"

Master Puxian was the most fiercely independent, and seeing that the Holy Mother Guiling had already made her move, how could he possibly tolerate it? He stepped forward with his sword, and two sword lights shot into the sky, transforming into two thousand-foot-long dragons, which pounced on the Holy Mother Guiling from the left and right.

Although Manjushri wanted to dissuade him, seeing that Samantabhadra had already made his move, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow. The Dragon-Hiding Stake reappeared, the Seven-Jeweled Golden Lotus bloomed, and the three golden circles transformed into three beams of golden light, weaving together in the air to form a large net, attempting to trap the pillar of light of the Sun and Moon Pearl.

"Well done!"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit sneered, and instead of retreating, she advanced. Riding a seven-fragrant chariot, wearing a golden crown, and holding a dragon and tiger jade scepter, she charged straight into the battle.

He faced two opponents, Manjushri and Samantabhadra.

The Flying Golden Sword transformed into a streak of white light, swift as lightning, instantly severing one of the dragons formed from the sword light of the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra. The Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi was wielded, and the phantoms of dragons and tigers roared forth, engaging in fierce combat with another dragon. Meanwhile, she herself, riding the Seven Fragrance Chariot and protected by the Golden Cloud Crown, directly confronted Manjushri's Dragon-Escape Golden Ring.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clang of metal against metal resounded through the heavens. Each collision sent sparks flying and the very fabric of space trembled.

On the other side, the Sun and Moon Pearl Pillar of the Tortoise Spirit Mother had already clashed with Ju Liusun. Although Ju Liusun was seriously injured, his foundation remained intact. He formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and the earth beneath his feet trembled. Countless rocks and soil shot into the sky, transforming into mountain peaks, layer upon layer, blocking his path.

"Turning the earth into steel, forging a fortress of mountains!"

Ju Liusun roared, and the surfaces of those earthen and rocky peaks gleamed with a metallic sheen, their hardness increasing a hundredfold. Pillars of sunlight and moonlight slammed into the "Barrier of Ten Thousand Mountains," blasting up countless fragments of rock, yet they could not break through for a time.

"A mere trick!" The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit sneered, and with a flick of her right hand, the Sun and Moon Pearls suddenly separated. The red pearl transformed into the sun, hurtling towards Ju Liusun; the white pearl transformed into a sky full of moonlight, falling like a fine rain, and wherever it passed, those "steel mountains" began to melt away!

Ju Liusun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly changed his spell. The Binding Immortal Rope flew out, transforming into nine golden dragons in the air, which entangled with the Sun and Moon Pearl. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying to create distance.

"Where do you think you're going!"

How could the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit let him go? She moved like lightning, following closely behind, and with her hands flying, countless red and white runes flew out from her sleeves, wrapping around Ju Liusun like chains.

In the third battle, the Holy Mother of Wudang faced off against the Taoist Cihang.

Compared to the intensity of the previous two locations, this place is much calmer, yet even more dangerous.

The Holy Mother of Wudang did not unleash any magical treasures; she simply stood quietly, gently waving her whisk. However, the faint blue aura surrounding her caused Cihang Daoist's expression to become extremely solemn.

"Senior Sister Wudang, is this really necessary?" Cihang sighed softly, tilting the jade bottle in her hand slightly, and the Three Lights Divine Water transformed into a water curtain to protect her in front of her.

"Junior Sister Cihang," the Holy Mother of Wudang said in a gentle voice, but her eyes were devoid of any warmth, "just now, Junior Brother Manjushri said that today's matter should end here. But what about now? My disciples of the Jie Sect are dead, their souls entering the Investiture of the Gods. Is this your Chan Sect's 'end here'?"

Cihang remained silent.

They were indeed in the wrong. If Jinzha and Muzha hadn't spoken up, they would have already reached an understanding and left.

But now...

"Further words are useless." The Holy Mother Wudang waved her whisk. "Let me see how much you've actually improved in the Jade Void Palace all these years."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blue aura suddenly spread around her!

The halo appeared slow, but it was actually incredibly fast. Cihang felt a blur before his eyes, and he found himself in a hazy blue world. All around him was blue, with no sky, no earth, no sun, no moon, and even the concepts of time and space became blurred.

"The Supreme Clarity Immortal Light, evolving through all the heavens?" Cihang was startled and hurriedly activated the Pure Bottle. The Three Lights Divine Water surged out, transforming into a protective water dragon around her, attempting to break through this azure world.

Strangely, the Three Lights Divine Water disappeared without a trace when it fell into the blue light, as if it had vanished into thin air.

"It's useless." The voice of the Holy Mother Wudang came from all directions. "This is a small world that I created with the light of the Shangqing Immortal. Although it is not as good as the blessed land opened up by the sages, it is more than enough to trap you."

Cihang's face turned pale. She knew that the Holy Mother of Wudang was strong, but she hadn't expected her to be this strong. To be able to evolve a world with just a wisp of profound light—such a method had already touched the threshold of a Quasi-Saint.

"Senior Sister's cultivation is profound, Cihang admires it." Cihang took a deep breath and stopped trying to break through this small world. Instead, she sat down cross-legged, with the jade bottle floating above her head and the Three Lights Divine Water hanging down like a curtain, protecting her completely.

Since she couldn't break through, she would hold on. She didn't believe that the Holy Mother of Wudang could maintain this small world indefinitely.

Four Grand Luo Golden Immortals engaged in a fierce battle, their clash shaking the heavens and earth. Meanwhile, below, another battle was about to begin.

Jinzha and Muzha wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but as soon as they turned around, they were blocked by two figures.

One of them was Gao Lanying, her moon-white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. The Golden Needles of the Sun floated before her, transforming into forty-nine golden rays that sealed off all their escape routes. "Halt! Where do you think you're going?"

The other one was Zhang Kui.

Despite his unhealed injuries, Zhang Kui stepped forward, holding the Dragon Sparrow Blade, and stood in front of Jinzha Muzha.

"You two, want to leave?" Zhang Kui's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "The blood debts of General Zhang Guifang, General Feng Lin, and the three fellow Daoists from Kowloon Island must be repaid by someone."

Jin Zha's expression changed, and he said sternly, "Zhang Kui, you are already seriously injured, yet you still dare to block the two of us? Get out of our way at once, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Mu Zha also gripped his sword tightly. Although he was uneasy, he did not show any weakness on his face: "We are the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect. If you dare to hurt us, our master will definitely not forgive you."

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Kui laughed loudly, his laughter full of mockery. "What a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect! What a master who won't forgive me! Why didn't you mention these things when the four of you were besieging me, a mere Xuanxian? Now you suddenly want to put on airs?"

His laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes flashing with cold light: "Today, I will show you what it means to pay for blood with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Kui had already moved.

"brush!"

The Dragon Sparrow Blade sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a mournful whistling sound. Its blade bore no dazzling light, no mysterious runes, only the most unadorned killing intent and the purest sharpness.

This strike was as swift as lightning, aimed straight for Jin Zha's throat.

Jin Zha was shocked. He never expected that Zhang Kui, despite being so seriously injured, would still possess such swift movements. In his haste, he could only raise his sword to parry.

"clang!"

Swords clashed, metal clanged.

Jin Zha felt an immense force emanating from the sword, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and the sword to nearly slip from his grasp. He staggered back three steps before barely managing to regain his footing, his eyes filled with horror.

"How is this possible..." Jin Zha exclaimed in disbelief. He was already at the mid-stage of the Xuanxian realm, which was not weak among the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, yet Zhang Kui was clearly seriously injured, and the power of this strike was still so terrifying.