ATPnovel Chapter 15 Master, is there really no possibility that Brother Yang Jiao will be reincarnated?
Chapter 15 Master, is there really no possibility that Brother Yang Jiao will be reincarnated?
"Yang Jian?"
A fierce wind howled, stirring up the pungent smell of blood across the plain.
Gu Xuan slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Nezha.
After a moment, he calmly uttered two words.
"know."
Upon hearing those two words, Nezha's heart skipped a beat, and flames erupted violently from the Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet.
But Gu Xuan's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
"The head of the three generations of the Chan Sect, the true successor of the Jade Cauldron True Man, the Pure Source Wondrous Dao True Lord..."
Gu Xuan spoke his words with a nonchalant air.
It states a fact that everyone knows and is extremely common.
Upon hearing this, Nezha's eyes dimmed slightly.
Yes, Yang Jian, the second brother, is renowned throughout the primordial world. How many cultivators in the world haven't heard of his name?
But next second.
Nezha thought of Gu Xuan's resolute and pure "heaven-defying spear intent" again, and his doubts grew wildly like weeds.
He opened his mouth abruptly, about to ask another question—
"As for this spear intent..."
Gu Xuan didn't give him a chance to ask questions, his tone remaining calm and composed.
"It is mine."
The words fell.
Gu Xuan then said no more.
Instead, he shifted his gaze from Nezha's surprised and uncertain face to the nine crimson dragons coiled around him.
Ancient runes flowed across the dragon's body like magma, exuding a terrifying and chilling aura.
"A top-grade innate spiritual treasure..."
Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched quietly for a moment.
He then decisively turned his gaze back and calmly said.
Let's end it here for today.
"Third Prince".
Gu Xuan gently pulled on the reins in his hand.
The East Sea Dragon Horse let out a deep neigh, its four hooves treading on the blazing firelight as it slowly strode towards the Shang army camp.
Behind me...
Dark clouds obscured the sun and shrouded Gu Xuan.
Strands of dark, inky true spirit gathered from the deep ravines of the Xiqi army formation.
Gu Xuan concealed his divine sense.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the "Hundred Generations of True Spirits Diagram" trembled incessantly.
On the second page of the scroll, the face of the black-clad youth standing proudly with a gun becomes even clearer.
Upon closer inspection, it bears a slight resemblance to myself.
[Ninety-ninth Incarnation: Unknown]
Current unlock progress: 53%
Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "It was an accident."
"but......"
"One step closer to unlocking 60% of the essence in the second stage..."
……
The Shang army camp.
After a brief period of deathly silence.
Hundreds of thousands of Shang soldiers raised their long spears and roared an earth-shattering cry.
The terrifying sound waves materialized, soaring into the sky and causing the ground on the plain to tremble slightly.
"pioneer!!"
"General Gu!!"
"The God of War of Jiuli!!"
The black formation parted neatly and uniformly to both sides like a tide.
They greeted Gu Xuan, who was returning on horseback, with the highest level of military honor.
Beneath the banner, Mo Liqing stared blankly at the black-armored figure returning against the light, standing tall and straight like a spear.
Why did Nezha ask Brother Gu Xuan if he knew Yang Jian?
Mo Liqing's eyes flickered, "Could it be..."
"Even Nezha of the Chan Sect believes that the Gu brothers are qualified to be compared with Yang Jian?"
"If that's really the case..." Mo Liqing took a deep breath, "then Brother Gu Xuan's potential..."
He slowly turned his head and exchanged glances with Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, and Mo Lishou.
Deep within the eyes of the four renowned Xuanxian generals, a complex emotion flickered.
Shock, awe, and more...
A profound sense of relief.
"Big brother."
Mo Lishou was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "With Brother Gu Xuan's talent and the Grand Tutor's high regard for him, granting him a place as a third-generation disciple, his future is bound to be extraordinary."
"If we wish to join a great religion in the future..."
"Yes or no……"
Mo Liqing understood what the fourth brother meant. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Walk."
"Welcome our brother Gu Xuan!"
Having said that, Mo Liqing strode out of the formation.
Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, and Mo Lishou followed closely behind, braving the swirling sandstorm, and took the initiative to meet Gu Xuan.
This scene, witnessed by countless soldiers of the surrounding Shang army, immediately elicited a suppressed gasp of astonishment.
"Four generals..."
"They actually took the initiative to go out and greet us?!"
No one dared to finish their sentence.
Even if they had a guess in their hearts, they kept it to themselves.
But in the way she looked at Gu Xuan…
The awe hidden in his eyes grew stronger!
……
at the same time.
In stark contrast to the uproar over the business community.
The city walls of Xiqi were shrouded in a deathly stillness.
Over a thousand heavily armored elite soldiers were instantly vaporized, the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) was torn apart, and in the distance, the cheers of the Shang army blotted out the sky...
Everyone understands a cruel truth—
lost.
Huang Feihu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Gu Xuan's back, his chest heaving violently.
Just then, a trembling voice suddenly came from behind.
"or……"
"How about we make peace?"
A deputy general from Xiqi was ashen-faced, his legs were trembling, and his voice was shaking uncontrollably.
"Even the Third Prince is no match for him, so we..."
“Pah!”
Before he could finish speaking...
Huang Feihu turned around abruptly, and the sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath.
A fine head flew into the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Warm blood arced through the air and splashed onto Jiang Ziya's aged face.
Jiang Ziya paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek.
Warm...
Viscous...
Then, coming to his senses, he looked down at the deep ravine below the city.
"Someone come here."
Jiang Ziya's voice was surprisingly calm: "Arrange for rescue, as soon as possible."
The Xiqi generals around him were all taken aback.
Everyone understood that the people in the ravine had long been torn to shreds by gunfire, and not even a complete corpse could be found.
Jiang Ziya neither offered an explanation nor wiped the blood from his face.
He simply raised his head silently and looked at the lonely figure hovering in mid-air.
The incredulous question posed by Nezha's junior disciple just now kept echoing in his mind.
"you……"
Do you know Yang Jian?
……
In mid-air, the wind howled fiercely.
Nezha's gaze was fixed on the black-armored figure that was gradually moving away into the distance.
"Did you figure it out on your own?"
Throughout his cultivation, he has encountered countless geniuses from the three religions.
Why haven't I ever heard of a second person comprehending the Heaven-Defying Spear Intent?
And that unreasonable, utterly perverted physical body!
"The remaining blood of the Jiuli?"
Nezha narrowed his eyes slightly.
If it were the first generation of Jiuli leaders who were reincarnations of great shamans during the ancient Battle of Zhuolu, it would be understandable if they had such a physical body.
But this is merely the remnant blood of the Jiuli, whose bloodline is thin and who has just broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm...
How could they ignore the vast difference in cultivation levels and directly confront my ninth-grade lotus avatar, which is at the True Immortal level?!
unless……
The absurd thoughts that I had just forcibly suppressed surged back into my mind.
"Could it really be...?"
Nezha glanced at the Shang army camp in the distance and suddenly raised his left hand.
A flash of light.
A crystal-clear jade talisman, radiating a pure and ethereal light, appeared in his palm.
He poured his divine sense into it without hesitation.
"Master."
Nezha lowered his voice, his tone carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
"Is it possible for two people with no blood relation or sect affiliation to comprehend such similar, or even identical, supreme realms of understanding?"
"Especially..."
"A defiance of the heavens!"
Speaking of it.
Nezha paused for a moment.
For once, a hint of struggle appeared on his usually unruly face.
His voice was hoarse, even trembling noticeably, as he said, "And the calamity that befell the Heavenly Court back then."
"Brother Yang Jiao, he..."
"He has truly been utterly destroyed."
"Is there absolutely no possibility... of a true spirit being reincarnated?!"
The divine message has been transmitted.
Nezha silently lowered his head and crushed the outer layer of the jade talisman's seal.
The jade talisman instantly transformed into a golden streak of light, tearing through the dark clouds above the plain and disappearing into the sky.