Fight the Ghost 024

"Can you bear the responsibility for his theft of heavenly secrets?"

"Bah, like you've stolen any less?" Nezha opened his mouth and cursed.

Yang Jian quickly covered his mouth. "He's just a child speaking without thinking, no offense meant."

"Fine, fine, let's not talk about heavenly secrets. He killed my disciple, this matter..."

"When you're out in the world, it all comes down to your own skills. Your disciple was killed because he was bad at what he learned, who can you blame?"

Whether intentionally or not, Nezha broke free from Yang Jian's grasp. "Have some shame! The disciples you take in are worse than the last! Since when does killing mortals count as merit? Don't think we don't know what you've been doing. One moment you create a vicious ghost to harm human lives, and the next you send your own disciples to vanquish demons to pass their trials. Have you no shame? If you've got what it takes, let's fight for real! Come on! You... mm, mm!"

"Just a child speaking nonsense, no offense," Yang Jian continued to smile.

Holy Mother Lingxi's face looked ugly. She glanced at Fang Zhiyi, knowing that it was highly unlikely she could kill him now. She simply raised her hand gently, and the large seal pressing down on the heads of over a dozen demon kings gradually flew up, shrinking back to its original size as it returned to her hand.

"Since that is the case, this venerable one will spare him this time." Saying so, Holy Mother Lingxi turned around. Just in the moment when everyone relaxed, a beam of white light shot straight toward Fang Zhiyi. However, just as it was about to pierce through him, the whisk in Heavenly Venerable Lingde's hand swung again, directly deflecting the white light.

"This old hag, still trying to sneak attack? I can't stand for this!" Nezha was about to move but was held down by Yang Jian again.

Sun Wukong spun his golden cudgel in his hand and laughed, "If the Holy Mother's hands are itching, how about Old Sun visits your door to seek guidance another day?"

"High Immortal, you have truly gone a bit too far." Heavenly Venerable Lingde's face remained calm, but there was a faint trace of killing intent in his tone.

Holy Mother Lingxi swept her gaze over these immortals, snorted coldly, and gradually floated away on a cloud.

"You f***..." Fang Zhiyi cursed.

Sun Wukong interrupted him. "You don't really think you can beat her, do you? Count yourself lucky today that you could get this Heavenly Venerable Lingde to help you."

Fang Zhiyi turned to look at the Ancestral Master mentioned by the Black Bear Spirit, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No matter. After all, having received people's incense offerings, if I do nothing, I'd inevitably be cursed at while being pointed at by the nose." That Ancestral Master glanced at Fang Zhiyi, turned around, and disappeared. Fang Zhiyi looked around uncomfortably.

Several disciples of the Ancestral Master were catching up with the Black Bear Spirit. The Black Bear Spirit was crying like a three-hundred-pound child, while its master slowly stroked its head to comfort it.

Nezha dug around in his clothes and threw something at Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi caught it. It was a mouse. The mouse was clearly frightened and was struggling constantly.

"I was a little late, he was beaten back into his original form. But fortunately, his life was spared," Nezha said.

Fang Zhiyi looked at the mouse in his hand. It obviously didn't recognize Fang Zhiyi at all and just kept struggling blindly.

He turned around and entrusted the mouse to Da Huang, then slowly turned back. "You three, I'm afraid you didn't come just to save me."

Yang Jian shook his head. "Don't look at me, I'm just here to watch the show."

Nezha crossed his arms. "I only came because they said there was a fight. Second Brother, you tricked me again."

Fang Zhiyi looked at Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong looked at him. "Are you done with your business?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded, then shook his head. "There is one more thing."

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "That red and white evil spirit array set up by some amateur, right?"

The master of the Black Bear Spirit chimed in from the side, "Great Sage, you can just leave this matter to us to handle."

Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the senior brothers of the Black Bear Spirit turned and left.

Nezha muttered, "They're crazy too. Just to create a tribulation, they forcefully schemed against an entire town of people. This red and white evil spirit array was prepared to block those wandering Daoists. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Second Brother, why didn't you let me fight her just now?"

"Don't be noisy," Yang Jian gently patted Nezha's shoulder and glanced at Fang Zhiyi. "Him taking action is a matter of the mortal realm. If we take action, it would drag the Three Realms into it."

"Thank you, great... deities. My wish is fulfilled," Fang Zhiyi bowed slightly.

Sun Wukong laughed, "It's strange to say, but you seem to know everything. You're an interesting kid."

"Great King!" Da Huang was the first to grab a weapon and stand in front of him, glaring fiercely at Sun Wukong and the other two.

"Quite imposing," Sun Wukong laughed heartily.

The other demon kings also gathered around. "Monkey! You killed our Great King once, we will absolutely not let you succeed a second time today!"

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "I didn't want to drag you into this originally, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. You don't need to protect me anymore. I... I'm really at my limit."

Saying so, a mist of blood suddenly burst from his body, and blood flowed from all his seven orifices.

"Great King!"

"Great King!"

Sun Wukong looked at him. "Forcefully absorbing demon qi, ghost qi, and immortal qi to steal the power of the Heavenly Dao... You really are a madman." After a pause, he added, "Why is it that every time we meet, you're about to die? Never mind, never mind, perhaps this is your destiny. I guess I can go back and report my mission complete now. Just to buy you a little time, I ended up offending people again."

Wisps of aura emitting a faint light seeped out of Fang Zhiyi's body and slowly rose. That was the Heavenly Dao destiny that Little Hei had stolen.

His human body gradually began to crumble.

His actions this time had an element of a gamble. Fortunately, he won the bet, and Fang Zhiyi was quite satisfied with that.

All the immortals and demons present watched this scene helplessly.

What they didn't expect, however, was that although his body turned to ash, Fang Zhiyi's soul remained standing in place, surprisingly emitting a faint white light.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. "I truly didn't expect this."

"What a good scheme, those old fogeys," Sun Wukong also looked up at the sky.

"So that's how it is. Killing is a tribulation, saving people is the Dao... The little friend has also become an immortal." The master of the Black Bear Spirit sighed with emotion. "Destiny, it is all destiny."

"Great King..." Da Huang and the others looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement. The Great King was indeed the Great King, he actually became an immortal!

Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. "Great Sage, you know, I don't like being arranged by others."

"Hmm?"

Sun Wukong saw that little pitch-black thing grab Fang Zhiyi's soul and run, forcefully breaking away from the guiding path of the Immortal Realm.

"This kid... interesting."

Nezha stared at Little Hei's figure. "Can that thing be eaten?"

The Black Bear Spirit looked at them in confusion, then turned back to look at its master.

The master stroked its big head. "Even among immortals, there are struggles and schemes. You will understand in the future." Turning his head, he saw his other disciples returning, clearly having finished their task.

"Master, are you leaving again? I, I..." The Black Bear Spirit was about to cry out loud again.

"We are not leaving for now. The Ancestral Master said that the destiny between us as master and disciple is not yet over. I only brought you into the Dao, but forgot to teach you about the hearts of people in this world."

Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Court, an old man was once again tinkering with the game board before him, his brow furrowing from time to time. "Changed again?" He raised his hand, reaching to grasp a black piece that had darted off the board, but his hand hesitated in mid-air. After a moment, he shook his head. "Never mind. We shall leave it to your own destiny."