Journey to the West: We're too early, Nezha is only seven years old.

Zhou Xiaobai arrived at the city wall. Although he did not hold a high position in Xiqi, he was still allowed to go up to the city wall.

Looking into the distance, ten large formations can be faintly seen outside the city.

He looked at one of them; the eerie aura emanating from it must be the Soul-Sinking Formation.

"The Soul-Slaying Array—is it possible to participate in such a great opportunity?" he wondered.

The opportunity he was looking for was the innate treasure, the "Tai Chi Diagram," which was probably the only chance he could come into contact with it.

Not long after, Chi Jingzi will bring the 'Taiji Diagram' into the Soul-Losing Formation, and eventually leave the 'Taiji Diagram' behind in the Soul-Losing Formation.

"Slap!" Zhou Xiaobai slapped himself, startling the soldier next to him, who wondered what had gotten into the young general.

Zhou Xiaobai's slap woke him up.

He was surprised by his own audacity, daring to covet the innate treasure of a sage.

He even suspected that even if the 'Tai Chi Diagram' was stored in the Imprint Space, Laozi would have the means to forcibly break through the crystal wall and enter the Imprint Space to find the 'Tai Chi Diagram'.

Of course, it's not impossible that he could actually bring the 'Tai Chi Diagram' under his control, but considering the risks involved, it's really not worth it.

With his abilities, he could not predict the abilities of a sage. Even if the sage could not track down the 'Taiji Diagram' in a short time, who dares to guarantee that once the great calamity ends, the sage will have no more scruples and will use all his means to track down the 'Taiji Diagram'?

It's no wonder Zhou Xiaobai was greedy; the innate treasure, the "Tai Chi Diagram," was simply too tempting.

This is the most supreme innate treasure in this world, and also the strongest protective treasure.

Zhou Xiaobai shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

Having already entered the heart of a great calamity, there are plenty of magical treasures to be obtained. If one is truly willing to take risks, there are even more suitable magical treasures with a higher risk-reward ratio.

He turned and descended the city wall, striding towards the granary. He dared not look back, fearing that his greed would resurface.

The main problem is that his own imprint space is too weak. If his imprint space were stronger, he would be able to do many things.

"Xiao Bai, come with me quickly! Uncle Chi Jingzi is here. Let's see if we can pay our respects!" The next day, Zhou Xiao Bai was refining pills and hadn't finished when Nezha grabbed him and dragged him outside.

"My pills!" Zhou Xiaobai exclaimed hurriedly.

"I'll provide the ingredients for that pill, so come with me now!" Nezha said irritably.

Given Zhou Xiaobai's current alchemy skills, the materials he uses are all of extremely low value. Compared to paying homage to Chi Jingzi, what is more important or less important? Zhou Xiaobai couldn't understand.

"Why are you in such a hurry to find me?" Zhou Xiaobai didn't believe that Nezha would be in such a rush to take him away just to pay his respects to Chijingzi.

"Master Chijingzi has only one disciple, Yin Hong. I'll take you there to meet him and see if you two are destined to be master and disciple!" Nezha explained as he walked quickly.

Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, Chi Jingzi was the most suitable one who was willing to take on disciples, had few disciples, and had the opportunity to meet them. At least, that's what Nezha thought.

Nezha has always been concerned about Zhou Xiaobai's cultivation. Although Zhou Xiaobai is nominally a member of the Chan Sect because of the treasure bestowed by Taiyi Zhenren and the Dao decree issued by Jiang Ziya.

However, this relationship is very unstable, so Nezha wants Zhou Xiaobai to truly become a disciple of the twelve Golden Immortals.

"Don't bother, Uncle-Master Chijingzi is here for the Marshal's affairs, how could he have the time to concern himself with such trivial matters!" Zhou Xiaobai slowed his pace and said.

"Don't let any opportunity slip by, let's go and take a look!" Nezha knew the timing wasn't good, but he insisted.

Zhou Xiaobai shook his head with a wry smile. Chi Jingzi was a good teacher, but his disciple Yin Hong was another story.

Chi Jingzi passed on almost all of his magical treasures to Yin Hong, which ironically gave Yin Hong the ability to rebel and return to his biological father, King Zhou.

This approach is similar to that of Taiyi Zhenren, both being extremely protective of their own. However, after the incident with Yin Hong, it's hard to say whether Chijingzi will still treat his disciples in this way.

Upon arriving at the main tent, they saw Yang Jian escorting Chi Jingzi out. It was already dark when Chi Jingzi's figure flashed and disappeared.

"Why is Uncle-Master so anxious?" Nezha asked Yang Jian.

"My uncle went to save the Marshal's two souls and six spirits. Fortunately, one of the Marshal's souls and one spirit were about to enter the Investiture of the Gods, but Bai Jian, who guards the Investiture of the Gods, saw them and took them away. Otherwise, if all three souls and seven spirits had been taken away, the Marshal would have died!" Yang Jian explained.

Nezha no longer paid attention to Zhou Xiaobai's apprenticeship, but instead focused his attention on rescuing Jiang Ziya.

Zhou Xiaobai couldn't leave at this moment, so he went into the tent with the two of them to wait.

Nearly two hours later, a figure suddenly appeared in the tent. Yang Jian immediately recognized him as Chi Jingzi. Chi Jingzi looked dazed, was breathing heavily, and his figure was erratic. Yang Jian quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Did you manage to save the soul?" Yang Jian asked.

"How amazing! How amazing! The Soul-Sinking Formation almost trapped me!" Chi Jingzi shook his head repeatedly.

Zhou Xiaobai was horrified. If the Soul-Sinking Formation could frighten a Golden Immortal like Chi Jingzi like this, just how terrifying must it be?

Chi Jingzi didn't linger there. He said he would find someone to help him and then left.

"Sigh!" Yang Jian looked at Nezha and sighed helplessly.

This kind of trouble is at the level of a Golden Immortal or higher, and is completely beyond their ability to intervene.

Zhou Xiaobai was itching to act again. He knew that Chi Jingzi was going to bring the Taiji Diagram this time, so he quickly recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his mind.

Don't say he lacks composure; any immortal would be more out of control in this situation.

It is rumored that becoming a saint requires a supreme innate treasure, though not the only one. This rumor alone is enough to drive immortals to extreme madness over such treasures.

"I'll go and guard the marshal!" Yang Jian said, turning and entering the inner tent.

"Let's go back first, it's a pity to miss this opportunity!" Nezha said to Zhou Xiaobai.

"Okay!" Zhou Xiaobai nodded.

They left the main tent together and headed side by side toward the granary.

"I received word that my master is coming. If all else fails, I'll beg him again to see if he can accept you as a disciple!" Nezha whispered a message.

"Did you come here for the Ten Deadly Formations?" Zhou Xiaobai knew the reason, but he still pretended not to know and asked.

"Yes, the Ten Deadly Formations are not something we can break. The tragic state of Uncle-Master Chijingzi today shows that even Golden Immortals cannot break the formation. There will be no shortage of Golden Immortals coming, and you will eventually have your chance!" Nezha nodded.

"There's no need to force a master-disciple relationship. I'm doing just fine now!" Zhou Xiaobai said with a smile, not wanting to put Nezha in a difficult position.

"Once you survive the Great Tribulation, having a master or not makes all the difference. You've already participated in the Great Tribulation, it would be a huge loss if you couldn't become a disciple of the Twelve Golden Immortals!" Nezha felt indignant on Zhou Xiaobai's behalf.

These disciples of three generations gathered here by order of their sect, except for Zhou Xiaobai, who was a commoner and was completely implicated.