She transmigrated into Yang Jian's older sister and took Nezha and Sun Wukong as her younger br

Chapter 376 If she's not strong, she'll complain.

When Mosquito Taoist saw him speak of Yang Jiao in this way, his eyes immediately turned cold.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yin Jiao.

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"You can't make a move."

Yin Jiao only felt a gust of wind pass by; the woman was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to take out the Heaven-Turning Seal!

Hearing Yang Jiao stop him again, he hurriedly said:

"Did you hear me? Don't make a move!"

"Oh."

Mosquito Taoist answered Yang Jiao's question in a drawn-out, lazy tone.

Just as Yin Jiao was beginning to rejoice, he was struck hard in the abdomen, and with a thud, he flew out, piercing through the tent, and fell in front of the army.

He had no time to think about saving face; the burning sensation in his abdomen caused Yin Jiao immense pain.

With a loud "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his stomach and backed away repeatedly.

As Yang Jiao led the Mosquito Taoist step by step toward him, he kicked his legs and backed away:

"Didn't you say we couldn't make a move?"

"Yes, mosquitoes use their feet," the Mosquito Taoist kindly said.

Yang Jiao patted her head and praised her:

"Mosquitoes really follow the rules."

Yin Jiao watched as she drew closer and closer, one hand already slipping into her sleeve. Only when her palm touched the square Heaven-Turning Seal did she regain a sense of security.

Yang Jiao pretended not to see his movement, stopped in front of him, squatted down and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Aren't you afraid that Guang Chengzi will find out you've come down the mountain?"

Yin Jiao paused.

He stole the magic treasure and secretly went down the mountain. His master was unaware of it, but now that his master had lost his cultivation, and the Fantian Seal was still in his hands, he was not afraid even if Guang Chengzi came in person.

Yang Jiao merely glanced at him sideways, her eyes flashing with obvious mockery.

Yin Jiao felt ashamed and embarrassed, as if she knew he had stolen the magic treasure.

The Western Sect has already begun to take action, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for Yang Jiao to suppress the spiritual energy within her body. She truly feels—it's so slow.

I'm happy to add fuel to the fire.

Yang Jiao clicked her tongue, "Your Highness has only the title, but no real achievements. Do you expect your father to look up to you?"

After saying that, he pulled Mosquito Taoist over:

"Let's go back to the mythical beast garden and I'll make you milk tea."

"Okay, okay."

Unlike Yang Jiao and the other person who left with a relaxed demeanor, her words still made Yin Jiao uneasy, and he immediately shouted through his pain:

"Have Deng Jiugong immediately muster his troops and attack Xiqi!"

Then, silence fell.

The soldiers looked at each other, and finally one of them was chosen.

The soldier who was pushed out cursed his bad luck inwardly, his face pale, and said:

"Your Highness, Deng Jiugong has fled with the generals of Sanshan Pass!"

"what?!"

Yin Jiao's anger rose.

"Traitor! I saw long ago that he was disloyal to Chaoge!"

Then, he looked coldly at Tu Xingsun and said sternly:

"Junior brother, it is all because of you that I have lost a great general. What should we do?"

Tu Xingsun was furious. That Deng Jiugong dared to rebel against the Shang Dynasty because his daughter refused to marry him!

He gritted his teeth and said:

"I, your junior brother, will lead the troops to capture them all and bring them back to camp!"

"it is good!"

Shen Gongbao wanted to offer some advice, but seeing Yin Jiao's appearance, he ultimately said nothing, only turning his hands behind his back and looking to the other side, thinking to himself:

"The downfall of the Shang dynasty was not entirely due to the king and Daji."

Deng Jiugong led the soldiers of Sanshan Pass to surrender to Xiqi. Jiang Ziya was waiting at the city gate early in the morning. When he saw the people coming, he glanced at Deng Jiugong and his group of more than ten people in surprise, but did not ask why they had not taken the soldiers guarding Sanshan Pass with them.

They disembarked and greeted the four-legged creature with clasped hands.

"General Deng, please enter the city."

Deng Jiugong, followed by Deng Chanyu, Deng Xiu, and the old generals who had followed him for a long time, entered Xiqi. Looking back at the place where the army was, he sighed deeply.

Horse hooves pounded across the city gate.

Then we heard that soldiers were coming.

"Report—"

"Tu Xingsun led his troops to invade."

Deng Jiugong turned around and said urgently to Jiang Ziya:

“This Taoist is incredibly powerful. When I was here, no one could subdue him. Today, he is bound to come and stop me. If Prime Minister Jiang is in a difficult position, you can hand us over to avoid a fight.”

Jiang Ziya chuckled and said:

"Brother Deng, what are you saying? Battles between two armies are nothing new. Whoever comes today is none of your business. Why take it to heart?"

Deng Jiugong was a kind-hearted man. Knowing that the cause of this battle lay with him, he was in a difficult position.

Jiang Ziya quickly led him inside and comforted him, saying:

“Even if you don’t surrender to Zhou, Tu Xingsun will still attack tomorrow if he doesn’t come today. Brother, you need to be wise. Taking everything on your own is exhausting.”

Deng Jiugong followed Jiang Ziya into the city with a worried expression.

The enemy troops filed out from beside them, all fully equipped and ready to go, with high morale.

The sound of horses' hooves overlapped.

Deng Chanyu suddenly turned around, her horse turned back, and with a solemn expression, she rode out with the army.

"Chanyu!"

Deng Jiugong shouted.

Deng Xiu pressed his hand down, her eyes darting to the powerful Chan Sect disciples on the city wall. Suppressing her urge to go up and help her sister, she said:

"Father, let her go."

Yang Jiao sat cross-legged on the cloud, taking the Soul-Guiding Banner in her hand first, and straightening the banner strips that had been tangled up by the wind.

"Finally, I can use it."

Mosquito Taoist sat to one side, resting his head on Yang Jiao's shoulder, his legs lazily crossed and swaying on the edge of the cloud.

Then he took a sip of milk tea, squinted his eyes, and let out a contented "Ah~".

below.

Deng Chanyu sat on her horse with her head held high and chest out, looking down at the little dwarf.

The moment Tu Xingsun saw him, a lewd smile crept across his lips.

"My wife, you'll suffer if you fight with your husband."

With a cold face, Deng Chanyu threw the five-colored stone away without saying a word.

It slammed into the ground and produced a puff of blue smoke.

The spot where Tu Xingsun had been standing was now empty.

Her eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings. She heard a sound of earth turning beneath her horse, so she immediately abandoned it and landed on the ground.

The chestnut horse was ripped open from the belly the moment she landed.

Tu Xingsun popped his head out, staring at Deng Chanyu, his head covered in blood, and his smile became even more terrifying.

"My beauty, let's see how you run now that you're on the ground."

When Deng Chanyu saw Tu Xingsun emerge from the ground, she was startled. She quickly took a few steps back, gripped the five-colored stone tightly in her hand, and stared intently at Tu Xingsun's every move.

Tu Xingsun grinned maliciously, then flashed away and disappeared underground once more.

The ground trembled slightly, and Deng Chanyu knew he was about to launch another attack.

Suddenly, the soil beneath her feet loosened, and Deng Chanyu immediately leaped away, avoiding Tu Xingsun's hand that reached out from underground.

Having missed his attack, Tu Xingsun quickly retreated underground and disappeared without a trace once again.

Deng Chanyu knew Tu Xingsun's abilities well; she was no match for him on the ground. In the next instant, she suppressed her body's urge to dodge, but Tu Xingsun, who emerged from underground, grabbed her foot.

The powerful pulling force caused Deng Chanyu to fall to the ground. She then flipped over and swung the two swords behind her back.

Yet, it all came to nothing again!

Tu Xingsun on the ground is like a mudfish in the silt; if you can't catch him, he'll run away quickly!

She was furious.

The next instant, Tu Xingsun suddenly appeared on the other side, still holding Deng Chanyu's twin swords in his hands. He chuckled:

"My wife, without weapons, how can you resist?"

Deng Chanyu launched a flying kick.

Tu Xingsun dodged to the side, and with the knife in his hand, he slashed open her collar, revealing half of her clothes to her shoulder. The blade extended along her collarbone to her right arm, looking as ferocious as a snake crawling on her body.

For a moment, Deng Chanyu found it extremely difficult to even raise her right hand. Trembling, she disregarded the fact that her meridians were broken and forced herself to raise her right arm, pointing at Tu Xingsun and saying hatefully:

"Tu Xingsun! Today, one of us must die!"

Tu Xingsun's eyes turned cold.

"He can still move...it seems the injury wasn't serious enough."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared again. When he reappeared, he was behind Deng Chanyu and slashed her back with a knife.

The flesh was turned inside out at the bloody incision.

Deng Chanyu was trembling all over, and she could only keep herself from falling by using the strength of her left hand to hold the knife and stick it to the ground.

After admiring the sights for a while, Tu Xingsun slung the sword over his shoulder, slowly walked up to Deng Chanyu, lifted her chin with the back of the sword, and said with a look of heartache:

"Why do you do this, my beauty?"

Nezha, Yang Jian, and the others stood atop the city wall, watching. Nezha, with his Hun Tian Ling tied around his waist, raised an eyebrow.

"He's had feelings for you, after all. Aren't you going to help him?"

Yang Jian glanced at him and commented:

“Deng Chanyu is stupid. She only cares about her own pride and doesn’t want anyone to help her.”

That's the demon in your heart. Only you can remove it yourself and then you won't be afraid.

Nezha chuckled and said nothing more.

At this moment, Yang Jian slightly raised his head, his gaze gentle as he looked at the bright spot in the clouds, and softly said:

"My sister is smart; if she were in that situation..."

Nezha continued:

"If it were Yang Jiao, she would also go all out."

Yang Jian looked at Nezha strangely, "You still don't understand her."

I originally thought that Nezha had known his sister for so long, he should have seen through her true nature.

Who knew Nezha was so...naive?

He leaned against the city wall, watching Yang Jiao carefully arranging the soul-guiding banner, and suddenly his eyes crinkled into a smile.

"When have you ever seen her actually make a move?"

Nezha thought back carefully and realized that he had indeed been protected by Mosquito Taoist all the way here.

Appreciation shone in Yang Jian's eyes, as if he didn't think Yang Jiao lacked ambition, and he chuckled softly:

"She will tell on you."