Chapter 119: with translation of chapter title

Yang Jian said that, but he wasn't stupid enough to still bear the thunder within the small courtyard's range; he hurriedly leapt out.

Who would have thought, this "Heavenly Thunder Array" seemed to have been activated, not only would it bombard Yang Jian who had leapt out of the small courtyard, but even Yang Chan, protected by the Precious Lotus Lamp, became a target of attack.

Only Immortal Yunhua and the Heavenly Roaring Dog, who were still within the small courtyard's range, were temporarily unharmed.

Yang Jian once again relied on the Eighty-Nine Mystic Arts' transformation technique to stubbornly resist the heavenly tribulation, using his three-pointed double-edged blade to successively chop down the peach trees formed from five mountain peaks, only then managing to break the Thunder Array.

He also chopped down the peach trees within the small courtyard's range, only then completely eliminating the seal.

But lo and behold, the towering Peach Mountain collapsed with a boom, countless stones tumbling down.

As Yang Jian prepared to leave with his mother and sister, he suddenly heard a booming laugh; turning his head, he saw that it was Emperor Gouchen played by Zou Zhaolong.

"I never expected that in just over ten days (one day in heaven, one year on earth), you would already have such cultivation; the bloodline of immortals truly differs from that of mortals!"

Yang Jian shielded his sister behind him, saying, "Emperor Gouchen, my uncle once said that if I could split Peach Mountain, he would release my mother!"

Gouchen sneered, "Really? But the Lingxiao Treasure Hall has never issued such an edict; I only know that destroying the seal and leaving Peach Mountain without permission merits death!"

Having said that, he waved both hands, a long spear appearing in his grip, and shouted, "Die!" He then thrust the spear forward.

It was this lowly wretch who couldn't bear loneliness, longing for the mortal realm, which caused Haotian to lose face, a mishap occurred while suppressing the heavenly stars, also diminishing his cultivation, and that's when I saw an opportunity.

"Jian'er!"

"Mother!"

Gouchen burst into loud laughter, "Haotian, Haotian, this is the dear sister you painstakingly protected, hahaha, she completely disregards your life or death!"

"Haotian, Haotian, I originally thought your cultivation was profound and your heart as hard as iron and stone, which left me no chance to become the supreme ruler of the three realms."

After barely thirty exchanges, he was pierced in the right shoulder by a spear.

Immediately, the long spear, together with Yang Jian, was nailed to the ground.

Emperor Gouchen laughed heartily, "Spare me; all his cultivation and magical power are being used to suppress the heavenly stars—how could he have any strength left to deal with me?"

Yang Jian and Yang Chan shouted in unison.

Yang Jian exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible? The Four Star Sovereigns and the Heavenly Joy Star—how could I have easily killed them?"

Without these few star masters to share his burden, the heavenly stars will surely fall into chaos; I will take you three before him, and in Haotian's presence I will slay you one by one, inevitably damaging his Dao-heart, causing a backlash from the stellar forces—he may very well die on the spot, hahaha!

Yang Jian's expression turned to astonishment, and Gouchen chuckled, "Forgot to tell you, I oversee mortal weapons and armor; I am the war god and martial god of humanity—your little tricks are mere child's play in my eyes."

Yet when he split the Peach Mountain seal, he had been struck by the heavenly tribulation too many times, already heavily wounded, and thus no match for Gouchen.

Immortal Yunhua wept as she knelt, "Your Majesty, please show mercy; I am willing to follow you to meet my elder brother, only begging you to spare my two children!"

Gouchen patiently said, "Make you understand why you must die; we lot are survivors of the Witch-Demon War, each of us greatly diminished in cultivation, unable to suppress the heavenly stars or maintain the Heavenly Court's operation. Hongjun letting Haotian come over is nothing much."

Yang Jian hastily brandished his three-pointed double-edged blade and engaged him in combat.

Immortal Yunhua said, "Gouchen, if my elder brother knew of your deeds, he would never spare you!"

But you, with your six senses not yet cleansed, still yearning for your sister and nephew, don't blame me for being cruel!

He then turned his gaze to Yang Jian, laughing loudly, "Do you know who the five divine generals you just slew were? They are the Eastern Azure Dragon Star, Western White Tiger Star, Southern Vermilion Bird Star, Northern Black Tortoise Star, and the Heavenly Joy Star Sovereign."

"Second Brother!"

He then looked at Yang Jian again, pulling from his bosom an ancient-looking bronze mirror and tossing it beside Yang Jian.

"This is your uncle's Haotian Mirror, capable of foreseeing the future; your dear sister will also walk your mother's old path, and one day when her son comes to you seeking revenge, she will not spare your life either!"

Yang Jian refused to believe it, turning his head to look at the Haotian Mirror; before his eyes appeared a slightly blurry image: a youth wielding a giant axe, leading a monkey holding a stick, a pig's head bearing a rake, and a child holding a hoop, all surrounding him, ready to beat and kill him.

"Who are they?"

"They are all people who will try to kill you in the future!"

"At this point, you're still playing tricks?"

Gouchen said, "I feel we share a destiny, and my side is short-handed; if you agree to submit to me, help me kill Haotian, and take the throne as ruler of the three realms, I will spare your lives, mother and son."

Yang Jian was nearly stunned, "Aren't you afraid I'll deceive you?"

Gouchen burst into laughter, "I have learned a method from the West that can dispel mortal grudges; as long as you promise to submit to me, you will no longer remember those hatreds!"

"Now you have only two paths: submit to me, and I will appoint you as a proper deity of the Heavenly Court, wielding the heavenly statutes as a Heavenly Venerable; your mother and sister will also receive honors."

"If you refuse, I will seize you three—mother and son—and drag you to the Thirty-Three Heavens, there to slay you one by one before Haotian's eyes."

"Jian'er!"

"Second Brother!"

Immortal Yunhua and Yang Chan both gazed at Yang Jian with tear-filled eyes.

The latter roared, "A true man born between heaven and earth—how could he seek kin while nursing grudges? Though I resent him for suppressing my mother, he nonetheless saved me and my little sister in peril; how could I, for your enticement, harm him? I would rather dwell all my life in the mortal realm than become an official in heaven, acknowledging a thief as my father!"

Gouchen's plot failed, revealing a ferocious visage, "Fine, since you all seek death, I will let your whole family die neatly, to present to Haotian for his viewing!"

Having spoken, another long spear appeared in his hand, which he thrust directly into Immortal Yunhua's lower abdomen.

"Mother!"

Yang Jian's eyes turned blood-red, and with one hand he strained to pull the spear from his shoulder.

Gouchen wore a helpless expression, "Ah, I truly hate to use it, but people insist we share a fate and won't let me kill you!"

Having said that, he actually produced a lotus pedestal from his bosom, which flew up above Yang Jian, its radiance immobilizing him, rendering him unable to move.

Just then, the Heavenly Roaring Dog, unbeknownst when, had moved behind Gouchen and bit his left calf.

Gouchen grimaced in pain, lifted his leg and flung the dog away, "A mere demon dog dares to wound me!"

As he spoke, another long spear appeared in his hand, which he hurled at the Heavenly Roaring Dog, pinning it to the ground.

Yang Chan seized the opportunity, taking the Precious Lotus Lamp and flying toward Yang Jian.

"Second Brother!"

In the midst of speaking, the light of the Precious Lotus Lamp had already overturned the lotus pedestal.

Gouchen grew furious, producing a long iron rod in his hand and sweeping it outward, "An innate spiritual treasure acknowledging you, this wretch, as its master—what a disgrace!"

As they spoke, the iron rod had already struck out, hitting the light emanating from the Precious Lotus Lamp; though it could not directly wound Yang Chan, the tremendous shock it generated still caused her to vomit blood.

"Hahaha, I'll shake you to death, you little wretch!"

Gou Chen finished speaking, the iron rod in his hand enlarged, like Sun Wukong in "A Chinese Odyssey" wielding the golden hoop rod to strike the Bull Demon King; he smashed Yang Chan into the mud, leaving only the Baolian Lantern above.

"Chan'er!" Yang Jian roared.

A special effect display showed Yang Jian's internal Eight Nine Mystic Art perfected; at this moment, he no longer concerned himself with the right and wrong of heavenly laws, nor did it involve the supremacy of the Three Realms.

With just a thought, he beat to death the guy in front of him.

He abruptly pulled the long spear from his shoulder, his body floated mid-air, with a wave of his hand, the three-pointed double-edged blade on the ground flew into his hand.

With a thought, the Samadhi True Fire in his chest blazed fiercely; while forging his flesh, it also refined the pitch-black great leaf linked golden armor to be clean and new.

He swung the blade forth, and the Samadhi True Fire passed through the blade, actually reaching several tens of meters.

Amid the sky-filling firelight, reflected Gou Chen's face of extreme terror: "Three, three, Samadhi True Fire!"

(End of chapter)