After three rounds of wine, amid one remark chasing another, Deng Jiugong's tongue slipped, and he blurted out, "As long as you capture Jiang Shang and King Wu, I'll marry my daughter Deng Chanyu to you!"
The Immortal Binding Rope wound around Jiang Ziya, tightening ever more fiercely. The slightest tug felt like blades carving bone and fire searing sinews, pain that made cold sweat pour from his brow. Just as he was frantic and at a loss, a white figure suddenly swept in, sleeves fluttering like a crane spreading its wings.
The boy's face was like a spring peach, his eyes like Cold Stars. His plain robes were snow-white, unstained by the slightest speck of dust, and a clear, otherworldly aura drifted around him—it was none other than White Crane Boy, the personal disciple-attendant of Primordial Lord of Heaven in the Jade Void Palace.
He stepped into the ministerial residence, his gaze swept over the hall, and with a single glance locked onto Jiang Ziya, bound on the ground and unable to move.
From his sleeve, he drew out a dharma decree personally bestowed by the Jade Void Saint. The instant his fingertips tapped lightly and the talisman seal touched the Immortal Binding Rope, golden clouds burst forth like molten gold splashed across the air. The rope hummed once, loosened by itself, and fell to the ground as ash.
Jiang Ziya bowed his head in thanks for the Saint's grace. White Crane Boy merely slightly nodded, then turned and rode the clouds away, vanishing without a trace in moments.
Yang Jian crouched down and carefully examined that length of rope with Jiang Ziya. Its form was ancient and unadorned, faintly gleaming blue—it was indeed the Immortal Binding Rope. Yet this treasure had always been in the hands of Juliusun,