Getting Rid of One

"This is it, there's no doubt about it, this is the biggest palace!"

Zhang Xuezhou led the Buddha Son Shigong to two different locations.

The shuttle device had been tampered with, and Zhang Xuezhou was already Grand Clarity the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches system, so now he was even more confused.

After repeatedly deriving the rules using what he had learned, Zhang Xuezhou barely managed to grasp them.

A flash of light, and Zhang Xuezhou appeared behind Buddha Son Shigong.

As the grand archway, as imposing as the main hall of Kunlun, came into view, Zhang Xuezhou made a solemn promise.

"Finally found the main hall. I wonder where those two guys from the Immortal Court ran off to?"

The Buddha Son Shigong gazed into the distance and saw a magnificent palace, its vast complex both luxurious and imposing.

Compared to the Heavenly Court of Kunlun, the construction of Spirit Mountain is undoubtedly at the level of a country bumpkin.

The Western Sect is called a harsh and cold land for a reason; it's simply because it can't compare to other places.

It's clear that this area has been carefully tended; even the ancient pines have been pruned into specific welcoming shapes.

But the Buddha Son Shigong had no time to observe or explore; he only wanted to stop the two cultivators from the Immortal Court who were deluded about winning the championship, and make them wait quietly and obediently.

After he consumed the elixir of immortality, the longevity fruit, and the Drunken Peach, the Buddha Son Shigong decided that whoever wanted the Kunlun token could take it.

Looking out over the palace area, Buddha Son Shigong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, wanting Zhang Xuezhou to continue leading the way so he could reach the main hall of the Heavenly Court as quickly as possible.

"This palace is divided into east and west gates. Why don't we split up and search in two groups?" Zhang Xuezhou suggested.

"If I run into them, that's fine, but what if you run into them?" asked the Buddha Son Shigong.

Buddha Son Shigong had witnessed Zhang Xuezhou's abilities; Zhang Xuezhou flew very well.

However, Buddha Son Shigong only maintained this assessment, since Zhang Xuezhou hadn't really shown any other impressive abilities besides flying very well.

Such durability is fine for traveling, but it's undoubtedly terrible for fighting.

The two wearing iron masks were able to represent the Immortal Court in the battle. Buddha Son Shigong felt that even if they were slightly inferior to him, they wouldn't be too far off, and beating Zhang Xuezhou would be a piece of cake.

"If I run into them, I'll continue to give them directions," Zhang Xuezhou replied, "And then I'll take him to meet you!"

"Well... you're really quite clever!"

The Buddha Son Shigong thought a lot, but he didn't consider the direction of peace. As a participant, his thinking was indeed narrow-minded.

After exchanging ideas, the two continued walking forward.

The palace complex here is generally only two to three zhang high, which is about two or three stories high, while the main hall in the very center is about eight zhang high.

For cultivators, reaching this height is not difficult, but the real challenge lies in the array formation of the Western Kunlun Holy Land.

Looking at the decrees and magic swords displayed on the roofs of the main halls, everyone was well aware of the consequences of leaping up and rushing in.

The Buddha Son Shigong entered through the left side door, while Zhang Xuezhou entered through the right side door.

The two traveled in different directions and each headed to a different area of the palace.

"I wonder if there's any formation here that could imprison the Buddha Son Shigong!"

The Longevity Fruit is not in the Peach Garden, and the Drunken Peach was consumed in limited quantities by the Buddha Son Shigong, so it cannot intoxicate the other party. Zhang Xuezhou's demonic methods are limited and difficult to be effective against the Buddha Son Shigong.

Having exhausted all his abilities and skills, Zhang Xuezhou also placed his hopes on the formations of the Kunlun Sacred Land, attempting to use the Law Power to restrain them.

"Oops!"

Having rushed in through the right-hand door, Zhang Xuezhou had only walked a few dozen meters when he saw a flash of red light on the eaves of the corridor, and twelve lightning rods appeared all around him.

These lightning rods are only two meters tall, barely taller than Zhang Xuezhou, but each one has a visible current floating on it, sealing off the surroundings into a lightning cage.

Zhang Xuezhou had just taken a step when he was struck by lightning.

His speed in moving around was not bad, but his reaction was obviously a beat slower, which had always been Zhang Xuezhou's weakness.

If he had the reaction speed of the Buddha Son Shigong, he could have jumped out before the lightning cage formed.

"Forcing our way through will cause the small formation to become a large one; the best way to pass is to avoid triggering the Law Power!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt a little uneasy. Before he could even use the formation, it had already caused him trouble.

He didn't force himself to continue charging into the formation, but instead stayed obediently in the lightning cage and waited.

After being struck by nine bolts of lightning, Zhang Xuezhou saw Bixia Yuanjun, whom he had met once before, approaching with a knife.

"Your Majesty, it's me!"

Zhang Xuezhou reacted extremely quickly this time; after all, his mouth is not as fast as his body, and he speaks very quickly.

"Holy Son? The Empress said these past few days have been the grand event for the centennial covenant, and we were worried you wouldn't be able to return in time!"

Bixia Yuanjun, wielding a knife, glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, who was being struck by lightning in the lightning cage, and then quickly cast a spell.

Once the mechanism on the roof of the corridor was pulled down, the crackling lightning from the twelve lightning rods immediately subsided, and the twelve lightning rods turned into inconspicuous black objects.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I was delayed by some matters while I was out, and I only just rushed back these past two days!"

Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly patted his clothes, which had been burned by the lightning, and then quickly bowed.

"How did the Holy Son get stuck here?" Bixia Yuanjun asked after returning the greeting.

"Don't even mention it. I was trying to find a few places to use as leverage, but I never expected to trip up myself first," Zhang Xuezhou said, his head aching.

"The Floating Thunder Array here is just an appetizer!"

Bixia Yuanjun glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, who was trying to cause trouble, and then looked at the outermost array of Jade Pool Palace.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't even dodge the outermost layer of the formation, so it would be extremely difficult for him to use the formation to harm others. Especially since Zhang Xuezhou wasn't wearing the Heavenly Robe of the Kunlun Jade Pool Palace and didn't have any formation markings on his body, trying to use the Law Power would only harm himself.

Who is the Holy Son targeting?

Bixia Yuanjun asked the question directly.

As an elder of the Kunlun Sacred Land, Bixia Yuanjun was very clear about the suspended mirror and water curtain performance of the hundred-year agreement.

The cultivators of Kunlun Ruins could see the scene but not hear the sound, so they could say whatever they wanted without any reservations.

More importantly, the emperor and empress who control the levitation mirror will adjust the monitoring according to the situation, either focusing on their own holy son and daughter to prevent accidents, or shifting their focus after discovering a situation, thereby reducing the sense of being noticed, and only paying attention again after the outcome is determined.

The people can only see what the emperor and empress want them to see.

Bixia Yuanjun didn't hesitate to ask directly, saying she would be happy to lend Zhang Xuezhou a hand.

"I brought a friend with me. He went through the left door," Zhang Xuezhou said. "His name is Shi Gong. He's a Buddhist disciple from the Western Sect. I only thought of doing something sneaky because I couldn't beat him in a fight!"

"My little Shi Gong friend? I'll remember that!"

Zhang Xuezhou's expression had two meanings: firstly, it indicated that the Buddha Son Shigong was a competitor; secondly, it suggested that the relationship between the two was not bad, and that Bixia Yuanjun should not go too far in helping him.

Bixia Yuanjun nodded, indicating that she had remembered Zhang Xuezhou's words.

"Once he's here, he shouldn't think about leaving easily. You can deal with the others first, and wait here for good news from the sisters!"

With a flick of her finger, Bixia Yuanjun sent the magic knife flying back behind her.

After giving Zhang Xuezhou her guarantee with a beaming smile, Zhang Xuezhou immediately nodded repeatedly.

Once he gets rid of the big problem of the Buddha Son Shigong, he'll have fewer difficult opponents to face next.

Even when facing the Buddha Son Rulai directly, Zhang Xuezhou would only be beaten up, unlike when facing the Buddha Son Shigong, where he couldn't hit him, couldn't escape, and would be hurt all over.