Chapter 263 The Twelve Golden Immortals Arrive
Above the nine heavens, Taiyi Zhenren was wearing a Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

He stood in the void, his eyes deep, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world. At this moment, he was staring coldly at Yang Jian and Nezha below, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Humph, you two little brats dare to show off your skills in front of this Immortal?" Taiyi Zhenren's voice was as cold as the wind, full of endless ridicule and disdain, "You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You are courting death!"

After saying this, he slowly raised his right hand. That palm seemed to contain endless power from the universe, changing according to his will.

I saw five huge fingers condensing into shape in the void, each of them was as majestic as a mountain, surrounded by immortal air and flashing spiritual light, as if they could suppress all evil in the world.

Under the control of Taiyi Zhenren, the Five Finger Mountain slammed towards Yang Jian and Nezha at lightning speed.

It brought about gusts of wind, causing the surrounding space to tremble, as if even the heaven and earth changed color. The huge palm drew a gorgeous trajectory in the void, like a meteor in the sky, but more powerful and unstoppable than a meteor.

When Yang Jian and Nezha saw this, a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

They knew very well that Taiyi Zhenren's strength was unfathomable and this attack was no joke.

However, they did not retreat, but all rose up to resist. Yang Jian roared, and once again used his magical power to control the heaven and earth. His body instantly expanded to the same height as the heaven and earth, and he swung his spear, heading towards the huge palm like a tornado.

Nezha was not to be outdone. His original spirit form with three heads and six arms reappeared, and he took out all his magic weapons, which turned into bright rays of light and blasted towards the Five Finger Mountain.

However, Taiyi Zhenren's Five Finger Mountain seemed to have endless power. It easily resisted the attacks of Yang Jian and Nezha, and continued to press towards them with unstoppable force.

The huge palm drew gorgeous arcs in the void, and every wave seemed to tear the space apart, causing the surrounding clouds and mist to roll.

At this moment, in the vast and boundless painting of the sky, a touch of extremely deep ink-black, like a dark ghost traveling through time and space, quietly cuts through the sky, and makes a shocking appearance with an ancient and mysterious rhythm.

It was a five-clawed black dragon, leisurely awakening from the slumber of the ancient abyss. It flew through layers of clouds and mist, soaring to the top of the nine-day sky with a supreme posture, like a king dominating the world.

The body of the black dragon was like an endless mountain range, stretching for hundreds of feet. Its scales shone with a faint blue and bright light under the sunlight, as if each scale contained the power of the stars, reflecting the distortion and change of the surrounding space, which was breathtakingly beautiful. Its five claws were like the work of nature, extremely sharp, and with a slight wave, they could tear the void apart, showing a terrifying power that could destroy the world.

And on top of the majestic dragon head, stood proudly a tall and heroic man.

He was wearing a black battle robe that fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag fluttering in the wind, announcing his unyielding will and endless glory. The man's face was as if it had been cut by a knife, firm and deep, and his brows revealed an extraordinary temperament, as if he was a natural king, destined to leave his own legend between heaven and earth.

The person who came was Yang Jian's father, the famous young Zen master Yang Ling.

He stood tall and straight, like a mountain, and exuded a majesty and power that could not be underestimated.

Seeing that his beloved sons Yang Jian and Nezha were about to face ruthless suppression from Taiyi Zhenren, a hint of coldness and determination flashed in Yang Ling's eyes.

He strode quickly and in a flash, he arrived at the center of the battlefield.

Facing the Five Finger Mountain that blocked out the sky and had overwhelming power, Yang Ling was not afraid at all. Instead, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He waved his hand, and it seemed as if the heaven and earth responded. A giant purple-gold palm with a radius of tens of millions of feet condensed out of thin air, with dazzling light flowing on it, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

The giant purple-gold palm met Taiyi Zhenren's Five Finger Mountain with lightning speed. When the two collided, there was a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

Under the collision of that terrifying force, the Five Finger Mountain was instantly smashed to pieces, and turned into tiny dots of spiritual light that dissipated between heaven and earth. However, the remaining power continued to charge forward, knocking Taiyi Zhenren flying, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Yang Ling's strength was so terrifying that he could easily dissolve Taiyi Zhenren's attack and knock him away.

At this moment, everyone looked at Yang Ling.

This majestic man standing between heaven and earth has an extraordinary appearance that is unforgettable.

He was tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an aura of majesty without anger. His face was resolute and his lines were clear, as if every wrinkle recorded his years of experience and endless wisdom.

His eyes were deep and bright, like the bright stars in the night sky, flashing with determination and courage. His eyebrows revealed an indomitable heroic spirit, which made people feel his inner tenacity and determination at a glance. His nose was high and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing an unquestionable majesty and strength.

Yang Ling's hair was thick and black, neatly tied behind his head, revealing his broad forehead and clear facial features.

The moment he looked at Yang Ling, the look of shock and anger on Taiyi Zhenren's face was like lightning in a storm, interweaving a complex and indescribable emotion.

He was filled with unprecedented fear at Yang Ling's unexpected appearance, and the panic in his deep eyes was like a candle in the dark night, flickering.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun stood beside him, his face solemn, his eyebrows locked with deep worry, as if he could sense the coming storm. He repeatedly advised, with an urgency that could not be concealed in his voice: "Brother Taiyi, let's leave quickly, this place is full of dangers, it is not advisable to stay for long!"

However, Taiyi Zhenren's heart was like being burned by a raging fire, and his unwillingness and stubbornness grew wildly like weeds. He clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his veins bulged, as if he was fighting a desperate battle with the fear in his heart.

But he had no choice. The pressure from Yang Ling was as heavy as a mountain, making him unable to resist.

Finally, under the irresistible force, Taiyi Zhenren was defeated.

His figure flashed, like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind, and he quickly turned into a dim streak of light and fled the scene in panic.

Yang Ling did not take the two people who escaped to heart. His gaze was like warm sunshine, instantly penetrating the haze of the battlefield and falling on Yang Jian and Nezha.

He walked forward quickly, his eyes full of concern and love, and carefully examined their injuries. Seeing that although Yang Jian and Nezha's clothes were torn, their expressions were still firm, and they only suffered minor injuries, Yang Ling felt a little relieved, and his frown gradually relaxed.

Yang Ling led Yang Jian and Nezha back to Jiepai Pass.

The sunlight shone on the sturdy city walls, illuminating their tall figures.

Before reaching the city gate, they saw an old general wearing golden armor and riding a black unicorn. It was Wen Zhong. Behind him was a group of heroic generals, coming to meet them in a mighty force.

Wen Zhong had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a hearty laugh. When he saw Yang Ling, he strode over to him, clasped his hands, and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell: "Brother Daoist! You really come as a timely rain! If it weren't for your rapid rescue, this Jiepai Pass would have been like a candle in the wind, in imminent danger!" His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration, as if thousands of words were condensed in this one sentence of thanks.

Yang Ling smiled slightly and humbly replied: "Brother, you are too kind. We are brothers in arms, so why should we say more? Besides, guarding the border pass is our duty, so why should we say thank you?"

Nezha, standing aside, with a smart light flashing in his eyes, smiled at Wen Zhong and said, "Marshal, you see, Second Brother Yang and I have performed a great deed this time!" His words revealed a childlike sense of satisfaction and pride.

Yang Jian stood silently by the side. Although he said nothing, a hint of joy was revealed in his deep eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong laughed out loud, patted Nezha on the shoulder and said, "Good boys, you two are the pride of our army! Today we are welcoming Brother Yang Ling and celebrating your success. We must drink to our heart's content and not leave until we are drunk!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the previous solemn atmosphere dissipated with Yang Ling's arrival.

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Unlike Jiepai Pass, the Xiqi military camp was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

Inside the tent, the flickering candlelight illuminated the figures of several immortals.

Shen Gongbao sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing a bit of anxiety.

He slowly turned around and cast a questioning look at Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun who were sitting beside him: "Two Taoist brothers, what should we do in the current situation?"

Taiyi Zhenren had a kind face but sharp eyes, and he gently twisted the whisk in his hand, as if he was thinking about some profound philosophy. Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, on the other hand, looked aloof, with his eyes closed, as if all the disturbances in the outside world could not disturb his state of mind.

At this moment, a young and determined voice broke the silence: "Uncle Master, let me go! I have the Fantian Seal in my hand, and I will definitely be able to capture Yang Ling in one fell swoop and make great contributions to Xiqi!"

The person who spoke was Yin Jiao. His eyes were sparkling and he exuded an air of arrogance that refused to admit defeat.

Upon hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren frowned even more tightly. He waved his whisk fiercely and said in a stern voice: "Yin Jiao, do you know your place? Yang Ling is not an ordinary person. Even if your master Guangchengzi was here, he would not dare to claim victory easily!" There was some anger in Taiyi Zhenren's words, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Yin Jiao's arrogance.

Yin Jiao's face changed slightly when he was yelled at by his master, but the arrogance in his heart did not dissipate. He moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to argue, but he finally held back and just lowered his head unwillingly, with a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren sighed and softened his tone: "Yin Jiao, although you have the Fantian Seal, your cultivation is still shallow and you don't have enough experience in fighting enemies. Yang Ling has great magical powers and you can't match him. The only way now is to return to the sect to ask for help to resolve this crisis."

Although Yin Jiao was unwilling in his heart, he also knew that what his uncle said was true.

He nodded silently, but secretly vowed in his heart that he must work hard in his training, and in the future he must capture Yang Ling with his own hands to prove his strength.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the tent, and a spy hurried in, holding a secret letter in his hand: "Report! The enemy is moving!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became more tense.

Taiyi Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Shen Gongbao quickly exchanged glances, all knowing that this was a moment of life and death.

"Yin Jiao, go and prepare quickly. We will set off immediately to return to our sect to seek help." Taiyi Zhenren's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Upon hearing this, Yin Jiao straightened his back and answered loudly, "Yes, Uncle Master!" He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Master Taiyi, with a firm light in his eyes, "Uncle Master, don't worry, I, Yin Jiao, will never let you down! When I return to the sect to ask for reinforcements, I will definitely fight with Yang Ling!"

When Taiyi Zhenren looked at Yin Jiao's determined eyes, he couldn't help feeling relieved.

He nodded gently and said earnestly: "Okay, Yin Jiao, I believe you. But you must remember that the path of cultivation is long and difficult, so don't rush for quick success.

When you have achieved success in your cultivation, you will have the chance to become famous.”

Yin Jiao bowed deeply, turned around and strode out of the tent. Taiyi Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Shen Gongbao looked at each other, and each of them knew in their hearts that a more difficult battle was about to begin.

As the night deepened, the Xiqi military camp was brightly lit.

The busy figures of the crowd were particularly clear in the firelight. They knew that for the future of Xiqi and for the beliefs in their hearts, they must go all out to meet the upcoming challenges.

And Yin Jiao, in the dark of night, set out on the journey back to his master to seek help. His heart was filled with longing and determination for the future, and he vowed to prove his strength and value on the battlefield in the future.

There seemed to be a burning flame in Yin Jiao's heart, driving him to keep moving forward, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, just for the persistence and belief in his heart. As the sun rose and the moon set, and the stars changed, he almost forgot the passage of time, and only knew to move forward, forward, until the outline of Kunlun Mountain gradually became clear on the distant horizon.

When he finally stood at the foot of Mount Kunlun and looked up at the towering peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, he felt an indescribable shock and awe.

Kunlun Mountain, this legendary fairy mountain, is not only the location of his master's sect, but also the supreme holy place in his heart.

Kunlun Mountain, this towering peak that stretches between heaven and earth, stands quietly under the vast sky like an ancient god that travels through time and space. Its majestic mountains, overlapping peaks, and shrouded in clouds and mist seem to be the most exquisite handwriting of nature, outlining a magnificent and stunning picture on this vast land.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and sprinkled on the peak of Kunlun Mountain, shining with golden light, as if the gods were wearing brilliant armor, shining brightly. The streams in the mountains were gurgling, clear to the bottom, like silver chains, shuttling between rocks and trees, adding a bit of agility and vitality to this quiet mountain forest.

As the sun goes on, Kunlun Mountain gradually reveals its various appearances. Some peaks are like swords pointing to the sky, sharp and imposing; others are like old monks in meditation, calm and restrained. The clouds and mists in the mountains gather and disperse from time to time, like a fairyland, making people feel relaxed and happy, as if they are in a mysterious world beyond the earthly world.

Qilin Cliff stands proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain, like an isolated fairyland between heaven and earth, exuding endless mystery and solemnity. The cliff is surrounded by clouds and mist, floating like a veil, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, like the skirt of a fairy dancing lightly, adding a bit of agility and softness to the Qilin Cliff.

The sun shines through the clouds, shining brightly on the cliffs of Qilin Cliff, as if covering the ancient rocks with a golden battle robe. On the cliffs, there are jagged rocks of various shapes, some are like Qilin stepping on the clouds, majestic and awe-inspiring; some are like cranes spreading their wings, elegant and extraordinary. Under the sunlight, these rocks appear more lifelike, as if they will jump out at any time, turning into real mythical beasts and soaring in the sky.

Under the Qilin Cliff, a clear stream gurgles, the sound of water is like the sound of nature, adding some vitality to the quiet cliff top. On both sides of the stream, there are green trees and fragrant flowers, as if it is the most exquisite garden in nature, which makes people feel relaxed and happy and linger.

Standing on the top of Qilin Cliff and looking around, you can see endless mountains and rolling sea of ​​clouds, as if you are in a flowing landscape painting.

On the Qilin Cliff stands the Yuxu Palace, which is not only a shining pearl on the top of Kunlun Mountain, but also the Taoist palace of Yuanshi Tianzun, the saint of the Chan school, emitting endless immortal spirit and solemnity and sacredness.

The Yuxu Palace is built along the mountainside, blending in with the surrounding strange peaks and rocks, as well as the clouds and mist, as if it were a fairyland naturally created between heaven and earth.

The palace gate is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, each stroke of which contains profound magic power and wisdom, as if it can see through the mysteries of all things in the world.

Yin Jiao stepped into the Yuxu Palace, which was surrounded by clouds and mist and filled with fairy air.

Inside the Taoist palace, Yuanshi Tianzun sat on a high platform, surrounded by a faint golden light, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth, majestic and compassionate.

Yin Jiao walked respectfully before the Heavenly Lord, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and then explained the purpose of his visit in a sincere manner, expressing his concern for the suffering of the people of the world and his support for the righteous army of Xiqi.

After hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes. He stroked the whisk in his hand and slowly said, "Yin Jiao, you have a sense of justice, which is really precious. Xiqi's attack on Shang is destined by heaven and the will of the people. Our Chan Sect should follow the will of heaven and lend a helping hand."

After saying this, Tianzun turned his gaze to the deputy leader, Taoist Randeng, who was standing quietly at the side, and said solemnly: "Randeng, you will immediately lead Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and other disciples down the mountain to Xiqi to help them attack the Shang Dynasty and save the people from the dire situation."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowed and said firmly, "As you command, Heavenly Lord. I will do my best to live up to your trust."

Then, the Taoist Master Ran Deng turned around, glanced at all the disciples in the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, you all should quickly prepare and follow me down the mountain to join us in this righteous cause."

Upon hearing this, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and other disciples of the Chan Sect stood up and responded in unison, with a determined light flashing in their eyes. They knew that the time to survive the killing calamity had come.

Under the gaze of Yuanshi Tianzun, Master Ran Deng led his disciples out of the gate of Yuxu Palace and embarked on the journey to Xiqi.

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Outside Jiepai Pass, the Xiqi military camp stands tall, like a steel fortress, showing its unyielding majesty in the embrace of the vast earth.

As the sun sets, the afterglow falls on the camp. The golden light and the flags fluttering in the camp complement each other, forming a magnificent and solemn picture.

The military camp was surrounded by high walls. Soldiers patrolled the area vigilantly, their eyes sharp as torches, always alert to possible threats. Inside the walls, tents were densely packed and well-organized, and each tent represented the bravery and tenacity of the Xiqi soldiers. The passages between the tents were spacious, making it easy to move troops. The entire military camp was rigorously laid out, revealing an inviolable majesty.

The central tent towered into the sky, with flagpoles in front of it, and flags of various colors fluttering in the wind. Inside the tent, the lights were bright, and the generals sat together to discuss military affairs. The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Outside the military camp, the horses neighed and trottered, as the Xiqi cavalrymen were engaged in intense training. They were agile and skillful, and every swing of their swords and every charge showed the bravery and fearlessness of the Xiqi soldiers.

In the distance, the arrow tower is standing tall, and the archers are concentrating on aiming and practicing archery. Their eyes are as sharp as eagles, captivating.

Shen Gongbao ordered the soldiers to act quickly and build a platform that soared into the clouds. On the platform, they wove thatched grass into a simple yet elegant straw mat, which showed respect for the guests while remaining in line with nature.

As the platform and the reeds were completed, a strange sight gradually appeared in the sky, with auspicious clouds floating leisurely.

After a moment, a melodious music came with the wind, and an old man with a sage-like demeanor, Taoist Master Randeng, was seen riding a docile sika deer, slowly descending from the clouds.

Wherever the sika deer's hooves landed, lotus flowers seemed to bloom, leaving behind a string of auspicious air.

Behind the Taoist Master Ran Deng, followed closely by a group of immortals from the Chan sect. Some of them rode on cranes, while others walked on colorful clouds. They all looked energetic and exuded an otherworldly aura.

Among these immortals, some hold magic weapons, some carry long swords, and some gently wave feather fans. Each of them reveals extraordinary cultivation and demeanor.

Upon seeing this, Shen Gongbao hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and praised: "Welcome to the deputy leader and all the brothers. We have prepared a simple place and are willing to provide a place for you immortals to rest."

Taoist Master Ran Deng smiled and nodded, expressing his appreciation for Shen Gongbao's thoughtful arrangements, and then led the immortals into the grass and reeds.

For a moment, on the high platform, there was celestial music and clouds and mist, and all the immortals of the Chan sect gathered together.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and illuminated the earth, the Xiqi army was ready to go and arrived at the city of Jiepai Pass in a mighty manner.

In the morning light, armor and weapons shone with a cold light, war horses neighed, morale was high, and they displayed unparalleled might.

At the front of the army, a general stepped forward. He was wearing heavy armor and holding a spear. He was very majestic. He was Nangong Shi, a famous brave general in the Xiqi army. He shouted loudly: "Where is the guard of Jiepai Pass? Come out and answer quickly. Our Xiqi army has arrived. If you know your destiny, you should open the city and surrender early to avoid the suffering of war!"

The sound resounded through the sky like thunder, raising dust on the city walls.

Inside Jiepai Pass, Wen Zhong did not show any weakness when he heard this. He immediately gathered his troops, climbed up to the city wall, and looked at the dark mass of Xiqi army below the city. A determination flashed in his eyes.

"Xiqi boy, don't be so arrogant! Our Jiepai Pass is a place as solid as a rock. How can you break through it so easily? Today, I will let you see how powerful the guards of our Jiepai Pass are!"

Before Wen Zhong finished speaking, he ordered everyone in the city to fire arrows. In a moment, arrows rained down, covering the Xiqi army.

The Xiqi army was well prepared. The shieldmen quickly stepped forward and formed an indestructible barrier to block all the arrows. The two sides confronted each other, the drums of war thundered, and a thrilling battle was about to begin.

Seeing the tenacious defense of Jiepai Pass, the Taoist Master Ran Deng smiled slightly, with wisdom in his eyes. He waved the whisk in his hand lightly, signaling Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi and other twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect to go out and respond. These twelve golden immortals were all highly skilled and had boundless magical powers. Their appearance undoubtedly increased the chances of victory for the Xiqi army.

Upon hearing this, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and the others immediately flashed and turned into twelve streams of light, arriving in front of the formation in an instant. They lined up in a row, each holding a magic weapon or a weapon in their hands, exuding a powerful aura, forming a sharp contrast with the defenders at the Jiepai Pass.

As the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Guang Chengzi held a pair of swords, his face was serious and solemn, and his whole body revealed an inviolable majesty. He shouted loudly: "General of Jiepai Pass, we are the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, and we have come to help Xiqi attack Shang. If you know your destiny, you should surrender quickly to avoid the destruction of all lives!"

Chi Jingzi held a fiery red sword, with flames swirling around it, as if it could burn all evil. He stared coldly at the guard on the tower and shouted in a deep voice: "I heard that fellow Taoist Yang Ling is here, why don't you come out and see him?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling came to the top of the city wall leisurely with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, and he looked elegant and imposing. Standing on the top of the city wall, Yang Ling looked down at the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect below, with a playful and provocative light in his eyes.

“Haha, it turns out that the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have come to visit us. They really make our Jiepai Pass shine!” Yang Ling laughed, his voice full of joking. “However, you think that you can break through our Jiepai Pass with such a small number of people. Aren’t you too naive?”

Upon hearing this, the Twelve Golden Immortals had different expressions on their faces, but none of them were angry.

They knew that Yang Ling was a man of great powers and should not be underestimated, so they all concentrated their attention and were on guard, ready to deal with any possible changes.

Guang Chengzi snorted coldly and said, "Yang Ling, don't be so arrogant. My twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect are all highly skilled. Today we will break through your boundary barrier and clear the obstacles for the Xiqi army!"

Hearing this, Yang Ling smiled even more. He gently waved his feather fan and said, "Oh? Really? Then I want to see what you twelve golden immortals are capable of. Can you break through my impregnable boundary gate!"

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(End of this chapter)