All Beings Will Save Me [Mythology Crossover] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It was perhaps because Jiang Ganqing spoke with such a natural sense of justification that Muzha was momentarily stunned, actually forgetting to respond for a time.

It was only when Li Jing reached out a hand toward him, shouting “My son, save me!”, that Muzha snapped out of his daze.

What followed was a mixture of confusion and shocked fury.

“You monster, you truly have a massive gall!” He raised his twin swords, looking at the youth who was more than a head shorter than him. “In this world, how can there be a reason for one to swing a blade at their own father! This is a total disregard for human relations!”

Jiang Ganqing laughed upon hearing this: “But I have already carved my bones for my father and sliced my flesh for my mother. This body no longer has any relation to the Li family of Chentang Pass. My strike today is a rightful seeking of past grievances—”

“So why should it not be allowed?”

Muzha was speechless for a moment, yet he could not truly stand by and allow Jiang Ganqing to act against Li Jing before his eyes. He could only let out an annoyed, low growl, ceasing his attempts to reason with Jiang Ganqing and choosing to directly engage in combat.

But Jiang Ganqing was clearly not afraid of coming to blows with others.

He likewise raised the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, the tip clashing with the twin swords before pressing down ruthlessly. Muzha felt as if a weight of a thousand jun was transmitting through the weapons; for a moment, he actually found it difficult to parry.

Muzha gritted his teeth and ultimately blocked Jiang Ganqing’s spear strike, avoiding the humiliation of falling in a single exchange. The “ding-ding-dang-dang” sound of clashing metal was incessant, and for a time, sand and stones flew as demonic winds filled the air.

I might not be a match for this younger brother.

In this duel, Muzha vaguely came to understand this fact.

Muzha had been a disciple of Puxian Zhenren since childhood, seeking the Dao and learning arts at Mount Jiugong for many years, not returning home for quite some time. He had heard a little about Nezha—the brother who had manifested anomalies since birth and was exceptionally mischievous and prone to trouble.

But it was limited to that. He had never even met Nezha once. When he learned of the other’s almost tragic suicide at Chentang Pass, he had merely let out a sigh of lament.

Until today, when his master Puxian Zhenren suddenly said he would take him to witness a certain karmic cause and effect.

Muzha followed his master down Mount Jiugong with a puzzled mindset. The first thing he saw was the figure of his father fleeing in panic, followed by that half-grown child trailing behind with a leisurely pace as if out on a stroll, possessing a face that was sixty or seventy percent similar to his own.

How old should this child be this year? Seven, or eight?

Muzha made a mental calculation, and then could not help but be inwardly alarmed.

He had always known that on the path of cultivation, age could never be the standard of measurement, yet Nezha’s performance had clearly broken away from the standards of a mere genius, placing him as a monstrous talent of extraordinary natural gifts above that.

The more they clashed, the more Muzha could sense the gap between the two, and a sense of wariness began to arise toward this younger brother he had never met.

Jiang Ganqing’s gaze moved past Muzha, landing behind him, before pausing and then speaking with pure malice: “You are blocking me here, but it seems Li Jing doesn’t have the slightest intention of caring about you, his son.”

“What?”

Muzha instinctively followed his gaze and saw Li Jing’s sneaky movements as he prepared to flee.

“Where do you think you’re going?” With a flick of his hand, Jiang Ganqing threw out both the Red Armillary Sash and the Golden Universe Ring—one soft, one hard—blocking Li Jing’s path forward. He kicked off the ground and no longer entangled himself with Muzha, instead chasing straight after Li Jing.

“Monster, stay where you are!”

How could Muzha allow him to escape from under his hands like this? He hurriedly gave chase. However, Jiang Ganqing had no intention of wasting more time with him. With a thrust and a strike of the Fire-Tipped Spear, a sea of fire was instantly carved out beneath the spear tip.

The Samadhi True Fire formed a barrier that could not be easily breached, blocking Muzha’s path. Jiang Ganqing stepped through the sea of fire, and as he brushed past Puxian Zhenren, he spared the latter a glance.

“Do you wish to block my path as well?”

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes contained a lethal aura. Clearly, if Puxian Zhenren truly answered in the affirmative at this moment, Jiang Ganqing would likely not mind skewering him through.

Puxian Zhenren naturally would not intervene.

This was a matter between disciples; what kind of situation would it be if he, as a Senior Uncle, interfered recklessly?

His relationship with Taiyi was average, but he knew best how protective that fellow was. Nezha was Taiyi Zhenren’s only personal disciple. He was truly treated like a treasure held in the hand for fear of dropping, or held in the mouth for fear of melting—the constant care and concern made Taiyi look more like Nezha’s biological father than Li Jing did.

Puxian Zhenren did not want to test whether, if he bullied the young Nezha here today, he would wake up from meditation tomorrow to find that Taiyi Zhenren’s Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover had been dropped onto his own mountain peak.

He thus stepped to the side.

Jiang Ganqing followed not too far or near behind Li Jing, throwing the Wind Fire Wheels, Golden Universe Ring, Red Armillary Sash, and Fire-Tipped Spear at Li Jing in alternating order.

He did not seem in a hurry to take Li Jing’s head. Instead, he was determined to make Li Jing suffer humiliation and pain throughout the process, as if replicating that day at Chentang Pass—one cut after another of carving flesh and stripping bones.

Li Jing’s image soon became wretched. His clothes became tattered rags, barely hanging on his body to cover a few spots. Wounds of all sizes were strewn across him to a degree that one would find pitiful with just a single look.

Li Jing could no longer judge how long he had been running for his life like this. He only knew that his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy, and a metallic taste of blood had begun to rise in his mouth.

Finally, his feet stumbled, tripped by a stone, and his whole body fell directly to the ground.

He heard the sound of someone landing behind him.

It was a footstep that could be described as “lighthearted,” accompanied by the harsh sound of a spear tip being dragged across the ground.

A shadow was cast before Li Jing, enveloping him.

“Is this all you’ve got?” The youth’s voice came through vaguely. “Then, let it end here.”

Could it be that I am to die here today—

The tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear was already pressed against Li Jing’s neck. With only a slight application of force, it could slice his throat. Someone hurried over from the distance, shouting angrily in the air: “Boy, stop! This Taoist has arrived!”

However, Jiang Ganqing did not even blink.

The long spear stabbed down according to its master’s will without any obstruction. At this instant, the Spirit Pearl that had been floating quietly in Jiang Ganqing’s sea of consciousness suddenly glowed with brilliant light, and even began to vibrate violently with a “buzzing” sound, clearly excited to the extreme.

Jiang Ganqing let go of the spear, wiped the blood that had splattered onto his face, raised his eyes, and looked at the Celestial Lord who had arrived a step too late.

“That was your father! How dare you truly act!”

Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun descended from the sky, landing in front of Jiang Ganqing, immediately so angry he almost fell backward.

However, Jiang Ganqing only wore a strange smile on his face. He was completely indifferent to the other’s reprimand and the massive, terrifying pressure imposed by the celestial’s towering rage. He merely gave a nonchalant answer.

“Since he lacked the kindness of a father, he naturally shouldn’t demand that I have the duty of a son.”

He held his arm level, pointing the sharp spear in his hand directly at Wenshu Tianzun.

“I, Nezha, have no father and no mother. Today is merely a settling of past grievances. What fault is there in that?”

The youth let out a laugh, his sharp edge fully revealed.

“If you, Taoist, also wish to block and scold me for this, could it be that you also want me to poke you three times with my spear?”

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