Chapter 325

Upon seeing the Venerable Joy, Wen Zhong was instantly speechless.

In the camp, these generals didn't know the Venerable Joy; how could Wen Zhong not know him?

"Prince Consort, what mischief are you stirring up again?"

Wen Zhong felt doubtful, but he clearly knew one thing: Ao Yifan's actions must have his own reason.

After all, if Wen Zhong's guess is correct, the other party is very likely already his master's man.

In theory, I should still pay junior respects to the other party; if I ruin their plans, my master might very well have to clean up after me.

"I don't know, how can the Venerable Joy help us?"

Wen Zhong pretended not to know Ao Yifan and said.

Hearing that, Ao Yifan smiled and said, "As the Venerable One, I act on the orders of Puti Laozi, descending the mountain to assist Yin Shang in quelling the rebellion."

"Oh?"

Wen Zhong was somewhat surprised, but he clearly knew that Princess Su Zhi had joined the rebel forces; now, this Prince Consort also wants to help quell the rebellion.

Although he didn't understand what Ao Yifan intended to do, Wen Zhong still asked, "I don't know, what assistance can the Venerable One bring us?"

Ao Yifan smiled and said, "Daoist friend Zhao, won't you show yourself?"

As Ao Yifan's words fell, a figure appeared beside him.

Seeing Zhao Gongming suddenly appear, Wen Zhong jumped to his feet, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "Wen Zhong, greetings, Martial Uncle Zhao!"

"No need for many formalities!"

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and said, "I've been invited by Daoist friend Ao to help you quell the rebellion; tell me what you need me to do."

Hearing that, Wen Zhong glanced at Ao Yifan and thought, "This Prince Consort is impressive; he even summoned the Outer Gate Senior Martial Brother of the Sect of the Cutting."

"Martial Uncle Zhao, the rebel forces are strong now; this nephew-disciple worries about lacking help, but with you taking action, those rebels will surely not be your match!"

Wen Zhong said.

……

"Daoist friend Ao, what are you doing, asking a certain Zhao to train your children?"

Before the two armies, Zhao Gongming saw Nezha arrogantly hovering in the air and couldn't help but say to Ao Yifan beside him,

"Hehe, Daoist friend Zhao, haven't we already agreed on our plan? Our goal is to draw the Sect of the Expansion's Twelve Golden Immortals into the fray."

Ao Yifan said, "However, my children have lived too smoothly; I and their mother are reluctant to part with them. As their elder, you, Daoist friend, should take our place as parents, properly disciplining and teaching these children so they learn that there is always a higher heaven."

Hearing that, Zhao Gongming was speechless.

He always felt that Ao Yifan was abusing his authority for personal gain, while he himself, a proper Quasi-Sage, had to spend time playing with a few children.

"Forget it; after all, your children are also my nieces and nephews, and as their elder, it's no trouble for me to endure some hardship."

Zhao Gongming could hardly fail to see that Ao Yifan's relationship with his three sisters meant that Ao Yifan's children were indeed his nieces and nephews.

"But I'll say this up front: when I strike, I may sometimes be heavy; if I hurt your children, don't blame me."

Zhao Gongming gave advance notice.

"Rest assured, Daoist friend, go ahead and strike; just leave the children a breath."

Ao Yifan said with a smile.

Hearing Ao Yifan's words, Zhao Gongming shook his head in speechlessness, immediately urging his black tiger mount to fly into the air.

"Hey, are you all cowards? Come up and fight me, you little brat!"

At this moment, Nezha was still provoking from the front lines.

During this time, the commanders of the Yin Shang camp have all been dealt with by him.

And he also has a list in his hand.

Anyone on that list counts as one of our own; they just need a lesson.

Anyone not on that list is fair game to kill.

One could say that, during this time, nearly all the Yin Shang commanders have grown a little afraid of this Third Prince Nezha.

Therefore, even when facing Nezha's provocations, not a single commander truly dared to step forward.

And Zhao Gongming's appearance also caught Nezha's attention.

However, although the stranger was unfamiliar, Nezha loudly demanded, "Who are you? Report your name; I won't kill nameless foes beneath my spear."

"Hey, this little brat!"

Nezha's words made Zhao Gongming laugh in anger, and he finally understood why Ao Yifan had gone to such trouble to have him discipline this little rascal.

"Hehe, little rascal, I am Zhao Gongming, Outer Gate Senior Martial Brother under the Patriarch of the Sect of the Cutting. Have you heard of me?"

Zhao Gongming's voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

Those who knew him all changed expression.

"Who summoned this great deity?"

In the West Qi camp, Jiang Ziya couldn't help but frown.

Meanwhile, Ji Fa curiously asked, "Prime Minister, just who is this person? Is he very formidable?"

"Take out the 'ma'!"

Jiang Ziya said, "This person is the Outer Gate Senior Martial Brother of the Sect of the Cutting; in the past debate of the Three Teachings, he alone suppressed the Sect of the Expansion's Twelve Golden Immortals. Had it not been for the Human Sect's Grand Master of the Mystic Capital stepping in, I fear the Sect of the Expansion would have suffered a crushing defeat in that encounter."

"So formidable, then what about Nezha..."

Before Ji Fa's words had even finished, Nezha's voice came from the air.

"Ouch, old man, you have no martial ethics, actually ambushing this young master!"

Nezha clutched his arm and flew backward.

Just now, after hearing Zhao Gongming announce his name, Nezha began checking the list in his hand, seeing whether the other party was qualified to take a strike of his fire-tip spear.

However, just as Nezha was checking the list, Zhao Gongming's divine whip lashed out from his hand.

Facing a whip as swift as thunder, Ne Zha had no time to react; his arm took a blow and he was immediately defeated.

In an instant, the Yin Shang camp burst into cheers.

There was no way; during this period they had been bullied terribly by Ne Zha, and now that someone could teach this brat a lesson for them, they were naturally delighted.

……

"Zha'er, are you alright?"

Looking at the injured Ne Zha, Lady Yin said with a worried expression.

"Mother, I'm fine, just a superficial wound; once I recover, I'll find that old brat and regain our honor!"

Ne Zha said confidently.

Seeing this, Lady Yin also relaxed.

She naturally understood Ao Yifan's plan, using Zhao Gongming to give the kids some good training.

But as a mother, seeing her own child hurt, how could she not feel heartbroken?

"My own child—only I can beat him; this Prince Consort has gone too far tonight, I'll definitely give him a hard time!"

Lady Yin thought about how to contact her sisters and give Ao Yifan a lesson.

After all, Ao Yifan this time had included their children in his count.

"Zhao Fellow Daoist, you've worked hard!"

Meanwhile, Ao Yifan still didn't know what awaited him tonight; watching Zhao Gongming fall, he laughed and said.

"Good thing, your kid isn't weak."

Zhao Gongming said: "I deliberately ambushed him, yet he only suffered a slight injury; his skills are quite impressive—it seems this child, too, has been carefully trained by a fellow Daoist."