All Beings Will Save Me [Mythology Crossover] - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

At this moment, the attention of the entire battlefield was likely concentrated right here.

It couldn’t be helped; after all, Zhang Guifang’s technique of commanding people to fall from their horses was simply too absolute. Prior to this, it had repeatedly achieved miraculous feats, leaving the vast territory of Xiqi without a single person capable of withstanding a single bout against him.

Even the enemies, while fearing and loathing him, likely felt—in the deepest recesses of their hearts a trace of secret awe born from respect for such power.

Thus, at present, the Shang army was anticipating that Zhang Guifang would once again extend his track record and teach a lesson to this child who had drawn so much hatred the moment he appeared. Meanwhile, the Zhou army, having accumulated a glimmer of hope from the previous battle between Jiang Ganqing and Feng Lin, wanted Nezha to showcase his skills and overturn their early disadvantage.

Under this gaze of ten thousand people, the youth remained perfectly fine, standing atop the Wind Fire Wheels without moving a single inch.

Zhang Guifang’s movements faltered.

Clearly, he had never imagined that his invincible art would actually have an occasion like today where it failed to work.

However, Zhang Guifang refused to believe in such “wickedness”; he felt this was merely a minor accident. After all, his technique ignored physical defenses, and even ordinary divine abilities or magical treasures could not counter it, as it acted directly upon the soul.

Anyone whose true name was known by Zhang Guifang and who was challenged face-to-face in this manner would experience an unstable soul; falling from one’s horse in a daze was a perfectly normal occurrence.

However, Jiang Ganqing’s situation was different.

From the perspective of the identity of “Nezha,” being a lotus root incarnation, the concept of the three hun and seven po (three souls and seven spirits) simply did not exist. Even if Zhang Guifang shouted until his throat was hoarse, he shouldn’t expect to shout out any effect. And as for Jiang Ganqing himself…

Standing in mid-air, the youth let out a soft laugh.

It was a laugh far too cold and mocking to appear on the face of “Nezha,” a laugh so sharp that anyone seeing it would feel a shiver in their heart. It was only because he was currently high in the air that this smile went unnoticed.

“If one’s three hun and seven po were incomplete from the start, leaving only a single thought remaining here…” he laughed lowly, “even if you call until the soul trembles, what could possibly happen?”

Because, after all, it couldn’t possibly be worse than it is now.

Zhang Guifang shouted three times in succession, yet Jiang Ganqing above did not move at all. Those eyes looked down at him; for a fleeting moment, Zhang Guifang felt as if thorns were at his back, his entire body trembling so much he almost wanted to flee.

What was going on?

What was going on!

The technique that served as his greatest trump card and reliance was completely ineffective. With tens of thousands of soldiers from both armies focused on the situation, Zhang Guifang felt his face burning hot with shame; he had truly lost a massive amount of face.

He sank his qi into his dantian and shouted in a voice thicker and louder than any time before: “Nezha! Why have you not descended from your wheels? What are you waiting for!”

The only response was the “whooshing” wind blowing across the wilderness, which, in Zhang Guifang’s ears, sounded like another form of invisible mockery.

“Pfft.” Then he heard that undisguised sneer coming from directly above him. Clearly, the owner of this laughter had derived sufficient amusement from his actions. “What? Is your clumsy and laughable drama finally finished playing?”

The youth’s voice was initially tinged with amusement, but the more he spoke, the colder it became, until a certain hidden, icy murderous intent practically spilled out from his words, unable to be suppressed.

“In that case, is it finally my turn?”

Not good!

The moment Jiang Ganqing’s voice fell, Zhang Guifang keenly sensed the arrival of danger. At this moment, things like face or morale were temporarily pushed to the back of his mind.

Zhang Guifang almost instinctively turned his horse to flee; otherwise, something extremely unpleasant was bound to happen.

But his resolve to escape was a step too late.

Something smashed down toward him from behind, not giving Zhang Guifang even a second to react.

It turned out to be an extremely square and heavily weighted brick. The only thing that made it seem unusual was that this brick was crafted entirely of gold. It looked brilliant and glittering, making one feel it should be kept on an altar for worship rather than being used so extravagantly as a weapon for bashing heads.

Zhang Guifang vaguely heard the whistling of the wind behind him and instinctively turned his head to look.

Smack.

The Golden Brick hit him right in the face, leaving a perfect four-sided red imprint.

Because Jiang Ganqing had used his full strength when throwing the brick, and because the Golden Brick—as a magical artifact—had its weight increased a thousandfold once infused with spiritual power and hurled, Zhang Guifang only had time to roll his eyes. Before he could even let out a groan, he fell straight over.

“…Wow.”

This was a situation even Jiang Ganqing himself hadn’t anticipated.

He weighed the returned Golden Brick up and down in his hand, letting out an ambiguous exclamation: “It’s over just like that?”

Excellent; this was exactly what all the other spectators wanted to ask.

Jiang Ganqing flipped his hand to put the Golden Brick back into the leopard-skin pouch at his waist. He lowered his altitude, intending to collect his spoils of war; however, the Shang army wasn’t exactly daydreaming. They reacted in a flash, and a large force swarmed out, reclaiming the unconscious Zhang Guifang in the midst of the chaos.

Jiang Ganqing stared at their backs as they fled frantically into the military camp, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

There is a divide between immortals and mortals; he could not and would not act against ordinary people. No matter how fierce the battle between the two armies, mortals against mortals and cultivators against cultivators was a rule that had to be followed even during a Great Tribulation. Even if a Saint were present in person, there would be no exception.

Thus, seeing no hope of bringing Zhang Guifang back to his own camp, Jiang Ganqing could only return home in disappointment.

But while he felt disappointed, the others likely did not. The moment Jiang Ganqing stepped back into the Zhou army’s camp, he was surrounded by people, every eye filled with fervor.

Huang Tianxiang was closest in age to Nezha; both being adolescents, he didn’t have the awkward reservations of the adults around them. He leaned in directly, warmly putting an arm around Nezha’s shoulder like they were the best of brothers.

“Beautifully done!” He patted Nezha’s arm. “I am Huang Tianxiang! What is your name?”

Jiang Ganqing looked at him and tilted his head.

“Nezha,” he said. “Just call me Nezha.”

Jiang Ziya, standing at a distance with Ji Fa and pointing toward the lively scene, stroked his beard and smiled. “Is Your Majesty at ease now?”

Ji Fa was sincerely convinced: “Truly worthy of being Teacher’s fellow disciple. Even at such a young age, he is exceptionally valiant!”

Jiang Ziya looked at Nezha’s elegant and exquisite face and fell silent for a moment.

It’s truly a feat that His Majesty can say such words while looking at a face as pretty as a young girl’s…

However, his train of thought was quickly interrupted, as Huang Tianxiang had spotted them. His eyes lit up, and he dragged Nezha—his newly recognized “good brother”—over to Jiang Ziya.

“Prime Minister!” This young general, whose martial skills were anything but small, had eyes as bright as a large golden retriever. Especially given his brawny build compared to the Nezha beside him, they hardly looked like peers. “You haven’t arranged a tent for Nezha yet, have you? How about putting him right next to mine?”

Commanders like them usually possessed their own independent tents. Of course, within the city of Xiqi, there were also separate estates and residences prepared for them.

This wasn’t a major issue, so Jiang Ziya naturally had no reason to disagree.

“Then, Tianxiang, you must take on the responsibility of looking after Nezha.”

“No problem, Prime Minister!” Huang Tianxiang agreed while simultaneously leading Nezha away to see his future quarters. “Just see what you’re missing, and I’ll go get it for you!”

He seemed to truly like Nezha.

Jiang Ganqing: “Mhm…”

What is with this kid? He’s a bit too enthusiastic.

Yet, Jiang Ganqing didn’t exactly hate this noisy atmosphere.

“It’s almost like having a brother…” he mused unconsciously. He looked down at his palm and then let out a laugh.

It didn’t matter.

As long as he continued walking this path, one day, he would surely be able to…

Meet his brothers again.

“Nezha!” Huang Tianxiang shouted from up ahead. “What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come on!”

Jiang Ganqing set aside his thoughts and walked quickly toward him.

“Alright, alright… I’m coming!”

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