20demayo Chapter 700 This guy really came knocking on our door.
Chapter 700 This guy really came knocking on our door.
"Young Master, shall we set off now for the Nuwa Palace?"
The Eastern King's voice was extremely respectful, pulling Yang Jian back from his chaotic thoughts.
Looking at the ancient powerhouse before him, once the leader of male immortals, now bowing subserviently to him, Yang Jian was filled with mixed emotions. His master's methods were truly heaven-reaching and inconceivable.
Go to Nuwa Palace to see my third sister, Yang Chan?
The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.
His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, reaching the Peach Mountain that pressed down on him, and his mother suffering day and night at the foot of the mountain.
No.
We can't just go like this.
Under the protection of the goddess Nuwa, the third sister is at least safe and sound, but her mother is suffering! She is enduring torment every moment!
If I were to go and reunite with my sister first, enjoying a moment of warmth, what would become of my mother?
A resolute determination welled up from the depths of Yang Jian's heart. He had just obtained the power of a quasi-saint, and it was a time when his spirits were at their peak and his thoughts were most clear.
"No."
Yang Jian shook his head, his voice not loud, but it conveyed an undeniable firmness.
"We're not going to the Nuwa Palace."
The Eastern King Duke was slightly taken aback, looking at Yang Jian with some confusion, but he didn't ask any further questions, simply waiting quietly for what was to come. His only task now was to carry out any orders from this young master.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Above the clouds there was the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace.
"Let's go to Heaven!"
"Let's go to the South Heavenly Gate!"
These words stirred even the usually placid mind of the Eastern King Duke.
Ripples.
Go to Heaven? Now?
This is much more direct than I expected! He thought the young master would first unite all forces and make thorough preparations before finally attacking the Heavenly Court.
"Young Master, do you mean... to split the mountain now?" Dong Wanggong asked cautiously.
"Not entirely." Yang Jian's eyes deepened. "My mother was imprisoned on Peach Mountain by my uncle Haotian himself. As his son and nephew, I should go to his door first, ask him what happened, and demand an explanation."
"I, Yang Jian, am going there with the intention of first being courteous and then resorting to force. As his nephew, I request that he release my mother. If he agrees, our relationship as uncle and nephew will remain, and the face of the Heavenly Court can be preserved."
Yang Jian abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning cold.
"If he doesn't respond, then I will return to splitting the mountain to rescue my mother. At that time, don't blame me, Yang Jian, for showing no mercy whatsoever!"
Upon hearing this, Dong Wanggong was immediately filled with shock and disbelief.
What a brilliant strategy of using diplomacy before resorting to force!
What a brilliant Yang Jian!
It seems like they're giving Haotian a way out, but in reality, they're putting him in a very difficult position!
If he agrees, where is the Heavenly Emperor's authority? If he doesn't agree, then it means that the Heavenly Emperor disregarded kinship first, and Yang Jian would then have the upper hand in terms of "reason" if he were to take action again!
As expected of a disciple favored by the Sage Niu Ben, his character and decisiveness far surpass those of ordinary people!
"This old servant understands!" Dongwanggong bowed deeply, his eyes blazing with fervent light. "Young Master is unparalleled in benevolence and filial piety, and possesses extraordinary strategic acumen! This old servant is willing to serve Young Master faithfully. On this trip to the Heavenly Court, I will surely let all the gods and Buddhas witness Young Master's might!"
He was now completely convinced. This wasn't just a bodyguard mission; it was the beginning of witnessing a legend! By clinging to this powerful figure, his chance to become a saint was secure!
"Let's go."
Yang Jian said no more, and with a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and soared straight into the heavens.
Dongwanggong followed closely behind, the two of them tearing through the clouds and heading straight for the South Heavenly Gate, which hung high above the thirty-third heaven.
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South Heaven Gate.
A myriad of rays of light shone forth, and a thousand auspicious clouds drifted by.
As the gateway to Heaven, this place is guarded year-round by the Four Heavenly Kings, who command 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals. It is extremely well-guarded, and ordinary demons do not even have the right to approach it.
Today's duty officer is the Giant Spirit God, who is holding a giant axe and idly watching the sea of clouds churn.
Just then, two streaks of light approached from afar at an incredible speed, without any attempt to conceal themselves, and rushed straight toward the South Heavenly Gate.
"How dare you!"
The giant spirit was furious. The majesty of the Heavenly Court could not be challenged.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass through the Southern Heavenly Gate! Stop immediately and state your name!"
With a roar, countless heavenly soldiers and generals behind him instantly formed a battle formation, their gleaming weapons pointing directly at the approaching figure, and a chilling aura spread out.
The light faded, revealing two figures.
The leader, dressed in white, with a handsome face and a vertical line between his eyebrows, held a three-pointed, double-edged spear. His expression was cold and stern; he was none other than Yang Jian.
He looked at the tense situation before him and simply spoke.
"Guanjiang Estuary, Yang Jian."
These five simple words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the Giant Spirit God and all the heavenly soldiers and generals!
Yang Jian?!
Which Yang Jian?
Which Yang Jian could it be?!
He is the son of the fairy Yao Ji, the Jade Emperor's nephew, and the male protagonist of a taboo topic in Heaven!
The giant spirit was instantly stunned, and his hand holding the axe trembled.
My goodness! How could it be this young master!
The scene of the Jade Emperor secretly summoning his trusted heavenly generals to a meeting not long ago flashed through his mind.
"...Listen carefully, all of you. If you encounter a young man named Yang Jian at the South Heavenly Gate or anywhere else in Heaven, if he wants to fight, pretend you can't; if he wants to break in, let him. In short, put on a good show and give him face, but never harm him in the slightest, and certainly don't let him actually suffer any loss. Do you all understand?"
At the time, they were completely baffled and did not understand why His Majesty would issue such a strange order.
Now he understands.
This guy has really come knocking on our door!
The Giant Spirit was inwardly groaning. What was he going to do? He couldn't really fight, and he couldn't just let go. This act was too difficult to perform!
But he couldn't disobey the emperor's orders, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth, put on a stern face, and force out all the "anger" he felt.
"How dare you, Yang Jian! This is the Heavenly Court, how dare you act so presumptuously! Guards!"
The giant spirit pointed his giant axe forward and roared fiercely.
"Seize this scoundrel for me!"
"Kill them!"
Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals shouted in unison, their momentum overwhelming, brandishing their weapons, and surged towards Yang Jian and the Eastern King like a tidal wave.
The battle cries were deafening, and the battle formation of tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals swept towards the two of them with an overwhelming momentum.
However, Yang Jian, who was at the center of the storm, frowned slightly.
Not right.
Something's really wrong.
Although these heavenly soldiers and generals shouted themselves hoarse and their expressions were fierce enough, what level of cultivation did Yang Jian possess? He was now a quasi-saint, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he could see through everything.
He clearly sensed that these heavenly soldiers who rushed up did not possess the slightest hint of killing intent.
Not only did they lack any murderous intent, but their weapon-wielding movements, while seemingly powerful, were actually riddled with flaws. The spears that thrust forward were at an absurdly off-target angle; the heavenly blades that slashed down were pitifully slow.
This isn't an attempt to apprehend a wanted criminal; it's clearly... a staged performance.
The Eastern King Duke, who was standing nearby, also noticed something amiss. He transmitted his thoughts telepathically, saying, "Young Master, something is wrong. These heavenly soldiers seem to have no will to fight; it's more like they're just... going through the motions?"
Yang Jian sneered inwardly.
"I see."
He instantly understood the key to it.
Who else could it be? It was naturally arranged by his good uncle, the Jade Emperor, who resided high above the Nine Heavens.
He was afraid.
What he feared was not himself, but his master behind him, and his master Niu Ben's title of "the number one saint among all the heavens"!
Therefore, he dared not resort to force and could only use this method to both preserve his reputation as the Heavenly Emperor and avoid completely offending his sect.
He wanted to "fight" his way to the heavens to vent his anger, and then come out to be a good person, promising benefits and turning the momentous event of splitting the mountain to save his mother into a minor internal family conflict.
What a brilliant plan! Truly a brilliant plan!
A hint of mockery and anger flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
What does he take me for, Yang Jian? A child he can easily fool? Does he think he can make me back down with such clumsy acting?
The more you want to act, the less I'll let you have your way!
"Senior, since they want to put on a show, let's play along and put on a big one," Yang Jian transmitted to Dong Wanggong.
Dongwang Gong understood, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
"kill!"
A celestial general roared and raised his great axe, bringing it down towards Yang Jian's head.
This axe blow looked incredibly powerful, but Yang Jian simply casually held his three-pointed double-edged spear horizontally.
"clang!"
A crisp metallic clang rang out.
The celestial general felt an irresistible force coming from the axe handle, and he and the axe were sent flying backward, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before crashing heavily into the distant pile of celestial soldiers, crushing a large number of them.
"Ouch!"
"My God!"
The crushed heavenly soldiers let out an exaggerated scream, lying on the ground and refusing to get up.
Yang Jian didn't use any force at all; he simply blocked it lightly.
He took a step forward, not retreating but advancing, and walked towards the South Heavenly Gate.
He walked slowly, but every step was firm.
Countless heavenly soldiers and generals surrounded him, wielding swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and all sorts of magical treasures and spiritual energy, all attacking him relentlessly.
However, a strange scene happened.
All the attacks seemed to have eyes, narrowly missing Yang Jian's clothes. Some magical artifacts even veered off course and flew away just before hitting him.
The entire battlefield was less a fierce battle and more a farcical spectacle.
Yang Jian moved with the ease of an empty field, strolling leisurely. His three-pointed, double-edged spear sometimes flicked lightly, sometimes swept horizontally, and each strike perfectly sent a large group of heavenly soldiers flying.
The heavenly soldiers who were knocked away acted with great skill, groaning in pain, falling to the ground, twitching a couple of times, and then "fainting".
The giant spirit, who was directing from behind, was sweating profusely.
This job is so difficult!
If we hit him too lightly, this young master might be unhappy and feel that the Heavenly Court looks down on him.
If I hit him too hard, and some fool actually hurt a single hair on his head, I can't bear the consequences if the Jade Emperor blames me!
As Yang Jian and Dong Wanggong forcefully broke through the encirclement of tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers, they were about to step into the South Heavenly Gate.
I know this can't go on any longer.
If we keep going like this, we're going to botch it!
Yang Jian seemed to find it somewhat boring as well. He stopped and, intentionally or unintentionally, let out a trace of the quasi-saint aura within him.
boom!
A terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, instantly swept across the entire South Heavenly Gate!
All the heavenly soldiers and generals who were still "fighting bravely against the enemy" felt a tremor in their primordial spirits, as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe. They could no longer hold their weapons, which clattered and fell to the ground.
Vast numbers of heavenly soldiers lay limp on the ground, like felled wheat.
This time, it wasn't an act; he really couldn't stand up!
His face turned deathly pale, and he was horrified.
Quasi-Saint?!
This young master has actually attained the quasi-saint level?!
He finally found the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to end this farce!
"not good!"
Giant Spirit suddenly slapped his thigh, his face showing an expression of "utter horror," and roared at the few confidants still standing behind him.
"This ferocious beast is incredibly powerful! It has already reached the Quasi-Saint realm! We are no match for it! Quickly! Retreat with me! I must immediately proceed to the Lingxiao Palace to present my case to the Jade Emperor and request his judgment!"
After saying that, he scrambled and crawled away, transforming into a streak of light, and "escaped" towards the Lingxiao Palace without looking back. His speed was more than ten times faster than when he came.
Yang Jian watched his retreating figure, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
The real show is just beginning.
The giant spirit rushed forward at breakneck speed, not daring to linger for even a moment, and charged directly into the magnificent Lingxiao Palace.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
He knelt down in the center of the hall with a thud, his voice shrill and tearful.
"Your Majesty! Rebellion! Rebellion! That Yang Jian... he... he broke through the Southern Heavenly Gate and stormed in!"
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Inside the Lingxiao Palace, celestial energy swirled and purple mist rose.
The Jade Emperor sat high on his dragon throne, with civil and military officials standing in two rows below, creating a solemn and dignified scene.
The giant spirit's mournful cry was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the tranquility of the hall.
"What?"
"Yang Jian??"
"He actually dared to attack the Heavenly Court?!"
The entire court of immortals and deities was immediately thrown into uproar.
Most of the celestial officials were genuinely shocked by this news.
The name Yang Jian is a semi-public secret in Heaven. Everyone knows that he is the Jade Emperor's nephew, and that his mother, Fairy Yao Ji, was imprisoned under Peach Mountain for violating the Heavenly Rules.
But no one expected that this kid would have the guts to attack the Southern Heavenly Gate!
"Bang!"
The Jade Emperor slammed his hand on the dragon throne, abruptly stood up, and his face was filled with "furious rage".
The terrifying pressure emanating from the saint silenced all the celestial officials.
"Giant Spirit God! As the guardian of the Southern Heavenly Gate, where are your 100,000 heavenly soldiers? How dare you allow a mere child to trespass into the Heavenly Court! What is your punishment?!" Haotian's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at the Giant Spirit God.
The giant spirit trembled with fear, kowtowing repeatedly and crying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! It's not that I haven't done my best, it's just... it's just that Yang Jian is far too ferocious!"
"Your Majesty, we, your humble servant and our 100,000 heavenly soldiers, are no match for him! He only revealed a trace of his aura, and we were all knocked to the ground, utterly powerless to fight back!"
These words shocked everyone in the room!