novelaction Chapter 335 Setting up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation
Chapter 335 Setting up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation
Master Yu Ding could not describe how he felt.
Everyone laughed at him.
Only Yang Jian wouldn't do that.
He was already the number one disciple of the third generation of the Jade Void Sect, as personally acknowledged by the Primordial Celestial Venerable, yet he never complained about having such a master who held him back.
At that moment, Master Yuding suddenly had a sudden realization.
Disregarding everyone's opinions of him and no longer caring about others' gazes, he looked only at Yang Jian:
"Good disciple, your master will definitely bring you honor."
The Taiyi Zhenren, who was standing to the side, felt that this was a reversal of the Heavenly Gang.
"You're the master, why should you bring honor to your disciple? Your disciple has already brought you enough honor."
Master Huanglong also laughed:
"Senior brother is joking."
Guang Chengzi sighed softly, and everyone else was filled with envy. Such a disciple had actually been accepted by Master Yuding!
That's Yang Jian!
Yang Jian, who was able to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, the supreme martial art of the Jade Void Palace, to its greatest perfection!
At this moment, Master Yuding suddenly calmed down.
An unprecedented calm.
With only that tall, upright figure in his eyes, he suddenly smiled, and his mind suddenly felt open and free.
The Three Immortal Maidens felt regretful, but said nothing more.
He simply looked up at the Old Man of the South Pole and said:
"In half a month, my two sisters and I will set up our formation. Fellow Daoists, please feel free to break it!"
Qiongxiao looked at them with a mocking expression:
"Our Jie Sect teaches without discrimination, but we do not engage in any unorthodox or heretical practices. We set up our formations openly and honestly."
"Humph."
After they finished speaking, a magical force transformed into a golden chain, which was tied around the necks of Jinzha and Muzha. With a gentle tug, they were pulled away.
Seeing his disciple being treated like a dog on a leash, Master Puxian was filled with rage.
He roared:
"Since you're setting up and breaking formations, what use is this brat to you!"
Yunxiao stopped and glanced at Master Puxian before saying:
"I'm afraid you won't dare to enter the fray, so I'll use the smaller ones as bait to lure the older ones."
The True Man Samantabhadra was so angry that his face turned red. He couldn't beat the Three Immortals in a fight, nor could he win an argument. He was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder.
This area is now scattered.
Yang Jiao immediately landed on the side of the Jie Sect.
She moved quickly, her hair rising and falling as she landed, obediently resting on my shoulder.
This noise drew the attention of the three fairies.
Then a glint flashed in his eyes:
"Yang Jiao?"
"You've grown so much."
Qiongxiao and Bixiao remembered this little girl. They had taken the mahjong she learned back to the Three Immortals Cave, where she played mahjong with Hanzhixian and others every day, winning quite a bit.
The most composed eldest sister, Yunxiao, instantly connected Yang Jiao's appearance with that of Yang Jian, who claimed to be a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal, and guessed:
"Is that incredibly capable young man related to you by blood?"
Yang Jiao answered with a smile:
"Your Highness Yunxiao has a good eye; he is Jiao'er's younger brother."
Even as a deity, Yunxiao wasn't surprised that the younger brother looked older than the older sister. She happily said:
"Your family has produced a pair of outstanding siblings; you are a blessed family."
Yang Jiao thought to herself.
Where in my own home are the twin blossoms blooming? Add to that my sworn brother Wutian, who is clearly a noble orchid, with crimson flowers blooming in four directions, like cannons striking four gates.
She stepped forward, deliberately keeping a distance from Jinzha and Muzha who wanted to eavesdrop, and asked in a low voice:
"What did the Tongtian Sect Leader say before the three ladies descended the mountain?"
Logically, they should have known that Zhao Gongming was not dead.
But upon arrival, he injured Jiang Ziya and drew out the Antarctic Immortal behind him. The second most influential person in the entire Chan Sect was here. If he were to draw out the Yuanshi Tianzun again, he would be drawn out.
Bixiao, with her passionate nature, saw Yang Jiao and immediately thought of the so-called 'fate,' so it must be Yang Jiao without a doubt.
A look of delight crossed her face, and she raised an eyebrow, saying:
"Master said that the situation of my brother's inevitable death has been changed. Whether we go down the mountain or not is our own choice."
Yang Jiao asked again:
"Since Master Zhao is not dead, how come he was persuaded by Master Shen with just a few words?"
Qiongxiao curled her lips into a smile, but her eyes burned with rage as she spoke with displeasure:
"But I always felt that what Shen Gongbao said was the truth."
Before his fate changed, my brother was indeed cursed to death by such unorthodox and heretical practices.
He was a senior disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect, with profound magical power. It was a humiliation for him to die from such demonic magic.
Moreover...
Yunxiao smiled faintly and whispered in Yang Jiao's ear:
"My master said that if we come down the mountain to play, we should play big."
Immediately afterwards, he invited Yang Jiao:
"It's been many years since we last met. I didn't expect that even though you met your master, you didn't become his disciple. I thought my Jie Sect would have another junior sister. What a pity. Although we don't have that fate, I, Yunxiao, will acknowledge you as my sister. I'll spend these next few days with my three older sisters."
The Mosquito Taoist on the cloud watched Yang Jiao leave with someone, his eyes filled with longing. He convinced himself to say:
"She must have gone to find a mythical beast for the mosquitoes."
They arrived at the resting place of the Jie Sect.
Upon seeing the three figures, Wen Zhong dared not delay and hurriedly dismounted. The white-haired old man looked at the Three Immortal Maidens with utmost respect and bowed:
"Greetings to my three senior uncles."
Wen Zhong is a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother of the Jie Sect. The Golden Spirit Mother is of the same generation as the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, so it is correct to address her as her senior uncle.
The three nodded, and then Yunxiao said:
"You shall select six hundred soldiers to form a battle formation with me."
Yang Jiao followed inside, wanting to see how this legendary formation, which was listed among the top ten formations, was set up. She saw the six hundred soldiers she had been instructed to carry wooden stakes and drive them into the Ten Deadly Formations at the positions indicated by Bi Xiao.
Yang Jiao glanced at it.
There are 365.
Of the 365 wooden stakes, only one entrance and one exit were set up; the rest were all closed dead ends.
Among them are ninety-nine bends, with large formations nested within smaller formations.
Yunxiao was talking to Yang Jiao about the differences in the formation.
"This formation is an evolution of the Yellow River Formation. No matter who comes from the Chan Sect, they will not be able to break it. And... Han Zhixian, you've arrived?"
Yunxiao's tone suddenly changed.
Look up at the sky.
Suddenly, the white clouds in the sky shone with vibrant colors, then transformed into two graceful women who nodded and said:
"With Sister setting up the formation, how could Caiyun not come?"
Han Zhixian and Fairy Caiyun descended the mountain, and upon seeing Yang Jiao, they immediately took her hand and said joyfully:
"Is this the little girl who plays mahjong? She's so lovely. I've heard Sister Bixiao talk about you for so long."
"You just wait, once we've helped the three older sisters set up the formation, we'll definitely have a good bet on merit with you."
Yang Jiao: ...
Mahjong is really addictive.