Chapter 139: Resolutely Facing the Battle: The Immortal of Giant Yang

Boom—

Clouds surged and layered, as if a thick, surging sea of waves had risen above the firmament, emitting a sound like water.

The waves formed by the clouds swept in all directions, filling the space between heaven and earth, while thousands of great drums sounded within them simultaneously, one beat after another, echoing through the clouds.

Horns wailed and war drums thundered; amidst the chilling music, one majestic figure after another appeared from within the clouds, clad in armor and wielding blades, standing in silent, murderous stillness.

Fang Longye was within the Treasure Map, looking on from afar. He saw bright helmets and shining armor, spears and halberds gleaming, and great banners fluttering.

On the faces of the banners were outlined blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, and so on; a dense, chilling murderous intent that could not be stopped.

War banners were like clouds, weapons like rain, covering the surroundings; the cold air surged to the heavens, stretching for more than ten thousand zhang, staining the surroundings with a layer of bleak, murderous intent.

Bleak, cold to the bone.

It was precisely the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals under the command of the Heavenly Court, descending here, intending to sweep away the foul atmosphere beneath their feet.

"Hah—what a grand formation!"

Inside the Treasure Map, Fang Longye clapped his hands in admiration; it was very clear that these were merely the vanguard, the advance guard.

The true combat troops were still behind!

"I just don't know how this gatekeeper, Qin Daye, will handle it!"

While pondering, Fang Longye raised his eyes to signal, and Qingli immediately understood, taking out the Immortal Brew and wine vessels to pour him a drink.

Fang Longye took the wine goblet and, like the old beggar beside him, sipped slowly, watching the drama about to unfold with great interest.

……

At the moment the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals appeared.

Within a Sumeru Space of the Yuan Yang Immortal Sect, there was a Treasure Palace.

Clouds resided above it, frost had not yet fallen, and it was a sheet of crystalline white.

The small window was half-open, with exquisite embroidery hanging to the floor, bright and delicate.

Dim water light permeated the air, like moonlight, like water light, like the color of snow.

All around, the bamboo was dark as if suspecting rain, and the screens were dyed green.

The mountain wind was like water, and the bright moon passed through the window, leaving the ground covered in jade.

Silent, deep, clouds rising and falling.

There was an old man, four feet tall, unremarkable in appearance, with graying whiskers, a bald head with sores, and a slightly hunched back.

He wore black robes and sat upright on a Cloud Couch; above his crown, black Qi like clouds layered upon one another, presenting an eerie color.

Within it, bright gold permeated, seal script characters appeared and vanished, and faint murmurs came through, recounting many crooked and evil theories, revealing strange changes and the implication of controlling human hearts.

This old man remained silent; one step below his Cloud Couch, there was a throne set on both the left and right. On each, a beautiful woman sat.

Both appeared to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Their temperaments each had their own merits.

The one on the left was tall, wearing a palace dress, with a cold temperament, but her figure was not the completely slender type; she was relatively voluptuous, a cold and glamorous style.

The other on the right was slender and armored, with an arrogant face; her whole figure was lithe, looking like a female god of war.

Beside them stood twenty or thirty beauties of various styles, arranged neatly according to the rules.

The lolis were gentle, the mature women were charming.

Between everyone's brows, a Daoist seal script was branded straightforwardly.

A "Slave" character indicated their status.

On the carpet of the great hall, a young woman with a Slave Seal branded between her brows knelt, her temperament somewhat different.

She had a rather plump quality.

The beauty's pear blossoms were wet with tears, her face full of shame, and she sobbed in a low voice: "Two sisters, it is all Yin Nu's fault for bringing such great disaster upon Master Qin."

The palace-dressed beauty looked gloomy but did not speak. The slender, armored beauty looked angry and scolded coldly.

"Hmph! You fool who only grows flesh and not brains, only thinking of seeking pleasure, you didn't even put in the effort to figure out the background of that green-hatted turtle in your own home. Now look! You've brought such an enemy upon Master~"

"Sister Ming, don't talk about me; even that turtle-man surnamed Zhao didn't know he had a grand-uncle still alive!"

The slender, armored beauty, seeing that she still had the heart to argue, changed her expression and ordered: "Xiao Li, go, give her fifty slaps to make her understand the family rules of our Qin family."

A bright and charming young girl with bright eyes and white teeth stepped out, bowed slightly, and prepared to execute the Second Mistress's order.

"Enough! Disaster is imminent, do not haggle over so much."

The old man, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating to think of a strategy, opened his eyes, a sharp glint appearing, and he waved his hand to stop them. The slender, armored beauty, this nominal Second Mistress, saw her master speak and immediately looked terrified, hurriedly rising to kneel and admit her fault, "Master, it was this slave who did not think thoroughly, please forgive me."

There was no longer any trace of arrogance on her face.

The old man waved his hand, signaling her to rise, and said: "You did it for me, what fault is there?"

Seeing that he had already regained his composure, the palace-dressed beauty beside him turned her beautiful eyes and asked: "Does Master already have a strategy?"

The old man pulled his First Mistress over and smiled bitterly: "This is the Heavenly Court sending troops, how could there be any strategy?"

"Then what should we do?" The palace-dressed beauty leaned into his arms, her brows locked in a frown, her face full of worry.

"It doesn't matter!" The old man laughed aloud, his face relaxed.

"In this life, to have had such encounters, to have witnessed so much splendor, to have played with countless beauties, and to have enjoyed the ultimate bliss that ordinary people can hardly imagine. It's enough! I ask you, even among those big shots, how many can be as happy as I am?"

"Just like the grand-uncle of Yin Nu's husband, what is the use of climbing up to a big shot? Isn't his descendant still a green-hatted turtle, willingly watching his own woman be toyed with by me?"

"Hahaha! I may be unforgivable in their eyes. But for someone of my lowly origin to be able to make you high-and-mighty immortal maidens fall for me, I have no regrets even in death!"

"Master!"

"Qin Lang!"

"Master!"

Seeing his resolute state, the women wept.

"Women! Are you willing to follow this old man and meet these guests from the Heavenly Court?" Qin Shou stood up, shook his sleeves, and shouted.

His short stature, in the eyes of the women, was as tall and imposing as the momentum of Mount Tai.

"Clang—" The second wife, clad in armor over her slender frame, poured herself a cup of wine, downed it in one gulp, and threw the cup to the ground. She immediately knelt and bowed toward her master.

"I am willing to follow Master to our deaths!"

Even Yin Nu wiped the tear stains from her face, bowed gracefully, and said firmly, "I would rather be a slave of the Qin family than a wife of the Zhao clan."

The group of beauties also immediately knelt and bowed, crying out in unison, "We are willing to follow Master/Qin Lang to the Yellow Springs, to follow you in Life and Death!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Qin Shou laughed wildly, his eyes turning red, "You are truly the good slave-girls I have raised!"

"Let's go, all of you follow me, and let us meet these guests from the Heavenly Court! Lest our honored guests grow impatient~"

……

Clang—

Bursts of bell tolls rang out, carrying an eerie feeling as they echoed through the air.

On his own territory, he utilized the geographical advantage to rival the horns, bells, and drums of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals' camp, stabilizing the panicked hearts of the Yuanyang Sect disciples.

Music filled the sky, and five-colored mists emerged, different from the ethereal, transcendent, solemn, and stirring sounds of ordinary immortal music.

Beneath the decadent sounds, there was nothing but the low chanting of lewd lyrics and erotic songs, performing the music of ultimate pleasure.

Inside the Treasure Map, Fang Longye felt his spirits lift; they were coming out! The main character was finally about to appear!

It was just that he did not know what kind of appearance this Juyang Laoxian had? A dark, greenish-black aura rose up, then descended, layering heavily, permeating the mountains, before the forests, under the rocks, and in the water.

The colors swirled and Generating Light, clustering together in groups, connecting into a vast expanse, gathering into lotus flowers.

The black and greenish-black colors swayed gracefully.

At the bottom, shadowy figures emerged, opening their mouths and howling, filled with fear, resentment, greed, joy, lust, and so on and so forth, extremely complex and impenetrable.

A Treasure Sedan, with pearl flowers Generating Light, was extraordinarily magnificent. One hundred and eight beauties were at the front and sides, playing zithers, sheng, and flutes, chanting and singing softly.

Hearing the various lewd lyrics and erotic songs, Qingli and Ao Ying inside the Treasure Map both blushed with shame.

Thirty-two beautiful women dressed in tight-fitting outfits carried this Treasure Sedan, heads held high and chests out, their brows filled with smiles, looking as if they felt honored to the extreme.

The sedan curtain swayed, and inside the Treasure Sedan, a jade-like person's fair hand immediately rolled up the curtain, revealing a short, old man.

It was none other than Juyang Laoxian, Qin Shou.

He was seen wearing a lewd smile, patting the bottom of the beauty who had rolled up the curtain as a reward, then rising and pacing out to stand in the air.

Facing the layered cloud sea formation, he cupped his hands and laughed loudly, "I wonder which Immortal Lord or Divine General has arrived? Qin offers his greetings here!"

His short figure radiated an awe-inspiring might. For a moment, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who made up the Heavenly Net were all dimmed by his brilliance.

Their momentum was completely gone.

A short while later.

A voice, gentle yet possessing a firm texture, responded from within the sea of clouds: "Zhenwu of the Heavenly Court, greets the Master of the Yuanyang Sect."

(End of this chapter)