All Beings Will Save Me [Mythology Crossover] - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Jiang Ganqing did not lead with his background or lineage. Furthermore, the body fashioned from the lotus root had the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old youth a significant change from the seven or eight-year-old child he had been—so it was only natural that he wasn’t immediately recognized.

Holding his spear, he performed a flourish and asked the general before him, who stood as tall as three or four of him combined, “Are you that Zhang Guifang?”

The blue-skinned, red-haired officer, who looked more like a malevolent Yaksha or a fierce ghost than a human, brandished his mace and grinned savagely. “I am the vanguard, Feng Lin! To deal with a yellow-haired brat like you, why would General Zhang need to step out himself? Watch as I capture you!”

As he spoke, his mace swung toward Nezha, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, and clashed against the Fire-Tipped Spear. Feng Lin had initially thought that this young Zhou general looked thin and small, almost like a woman—how much strength could he possibly have? He expected to flatten the boy with a single strike.

However, reality diverged sharply from his assumptions. In that clash, Feng Lin discovered, with a mix of disbelief and horror, that the one truly at a disadvantage was himself.

He finally cast aside all contempt and began to take his opponent seriously.

“Hey, kid,” he asked, “What is your name?”

“Now you think to ask for my name and origin?” Jiang Ganqing raised an eyebrow, the picture of high-spirited youth, his eyes bright and full of life. “My name is Nezha. You’d best remember it well!”

At the tip of his long spear, golden-red flames suddenly erupted, forcing Feng Lin back repeatedly. The air itself distorted slightly from the intense heat.

But more distorted than the air was the expression on Feng Lin’s face.

“Nezha?!” he cried out in a high-pitched voice. ” That Nezha?!”

Clearly, Nezha’s fierce reputation was exactly as Jiang Ziya had described—known far and wide. Anyone with the slightest connection to cultivation knew of his deeds.

After all, even if the Dragon Race of the Four Seas had waned, there were very few people who dared to kill a noble member of the Dragon Race in broad daylight using such brutal methods without any attempt at concealment.

Strength and status were part of the reason, but people also saw through this event that… this child, Nezha, truly possessed a certain ruthlessness and madness. It was best not to provoke him.

Furthermore, the first thing Nezha did after his resurrection was to spear Li Jing to death; this was no secret either.

Thus, a hint of retreat began to grow in Feng Lin’s heart.

And once the heart wavers, the battle cannot be won.

Anyone with eyes could see that Feng Lin’s strength was failing with every strike, and his movements were riddled with openings. Finally, at a certain moment, he found a gap, turned his horse, and fled, seemingly unwilling to tangle with Jiang Ganqing any longer.

“Trying to run?” Jiang Ganqing gave a short laugh. “Did I give you permission?”

He didn’t even give chase. Standing where he was, he took the Universe Ring from his side, aimed at Feng Lin, and hurled it with great force.

Feng Lin only heard the whistling wind behind him. When he looked back, he was horrified to find the golden Universe Ring already before his eyes. He had no time to defend or react before he was knocked clean off his horse. He went flying into the Shang camp, crashing through more than a dozen tents before finally coming to a stop.

The Universe Ring blurred in the air and returned to Jiang Ganqing’s hand. The youth standing on the Wind Fire Wheels possessed features as beautiful as a fine maiden, making him a solitary flower in a military camp full of rough men; yet now, no one dared to even lift their heads to look at him.

Born in response to the 1,700-year Killing Tribulation, he was the sharpest blade in this world, born to enter the Way through slaughter—a sword that would never return to its sheath, a blade that would never wear down.

“Good!”

Ji Fa, who had come out of the tent at Jiang Ziya’s invitation to watch, was flushed with excitement. He cheered loudly, feeling that he had finally vented his frustrations.

Before this, Zhang Guifang had severely dampened their spirits. Combined with the death of Ji Shuqian, a shadow had been cast over the heart of the new King of Western Zhou.

He had not even officially raised the banner of rebellion, yet he was already being pushed back so passively by the Shang army sent to suppress him right at his doorstep. It had deeply troubled Ji Fa.

But Jiang Ganqing’s crisp and decisive move was like driving away the clouds that had loomed over Ji Fa’s heart for days, letting the sun shine through once more.

“Teacher was right!” Ji Fa watched the battlefield, his eyes sparkling. “One truly shouldn’t judge him arbitrarily based on age. Nezha indeed possesses peerless and mighty power; he will surely help me achieve great things!”

Jiang Ziya was naturally happy to hear this, wanting the bond between the Chan Sect and Western Zhou to grow even closer. “It is only right. Your Majesty need not worry; you are the one chosen by Heaven. The Shang Zhou is devoid of the Way; this world and these great feats will eventually be yours.”

As for Jiang Ganqing, that fluid and effortless strike didn’t even count as a warm-up.

He held the Universe Ring, spinning it with a flick of his wrist. Looking down at the Shang camp, he raised his voice and asked, “Where is Zhang Guifang? Are you afraid of me, too scared to even come out and face the battle?”

He was being quite mischievous; shouting wasn’t enough, he intentionally infused his spiritual power into his voice, ensuring that every single person could hear him.

Now, regardless of whatever plans or schemes Zhang Guifang had, they were all rendered useless. He was forced to step out and face Jiang Ganqing in battle.

From the main tent of the army, a man soon galloped out on horseback. He was clad in a full set of silver-white armor, stood eight feet tall, and possessed a dignified appearance.

As soon as he came out, he saw Jiang Ganqing in the sky. He raised his spear from afar and pointed it at the youth. “Are you Nezha? Yellow-mouthed brat, you certainly have a big mouth and even bigger guts!”

Jiang Ganqing had grown bored waiting in the sky and was playing “cat’s cradle” with his Armillary Sash. Hearing the shouting below, he lifted his eyelids and cast his gaze downward.

“You must be Zhang Guifang, then?” He loosened his hands, and the Armillary Sash spread out, floating around him and winding through his arms. “You were taking so long, I thought you had decided to be a shrinking turtle today and stay inside.”

How could Zhang Guifang endure this?

“You truly do not know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth!”

He raised his spear, pointing it toward Jiang Ganqing in the air, thinking with hidden hatred that he must teach this boy a lesson today.

Standing so high? Is the view up there particularly good?

Zhang Guifang thought maliciously that it would be a very satisfying sight to see the boy fall from the sky.

“Nezha, why have you not descended from your wheels? What are you waiting for!”

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