If he wanted to see Di Xin, he had to go to the palace. However, it was not easy to enter the place where the Human Emperor lived. He had to think of a reason.
After thinking about it, Yang Jian couldn't come up with any good ideas. All he could think of was to become a practitioner of the Jianghu and do good deeds in Zhaoge City. When he was famous enough, he might be recommended by the officials of the imperial court.
Yang Jian could not be bothered to waste his energy and headed straight for the palace.
If he wanted to be a charlatan, fortune-telling was naturally necessary. However, Yang Jian was not good at deductions. He really could not carry that bowl of rice.
After walking through the bustling streets, he arrived at a heavily guarded mansion. This should be the residence of the officials of the court. There were armored soldiers patrolling the streets everywhere, and there were soldiers guarding the door. All the people walking were carriages and horses. There were no peddlers.
"Stop! Where did you come from? "
A group of armored soldiers blocked in front of Yang Jian. They seemed to see that he was unfamiliar and stopped Yang Jian with their spears.
Yang Jian naturally would not be angry because of the reprimand of a few mortals. He smiled calmly and said, "Uncle Wang invited me to have a chat. I came from beyond the clouds."
The expressions of the armored soldiers immediately changed. They bowed respectfully to Yang Jian and took two steps back. They bowed and sent him off.
"Sorry for the offense."
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded and walked past. His figure was elegant and easy-going. He did not look like a mortal.
Uncle Wang was good at befriending capable people. He also had a heart that could distinguish between loyalty and evil. He could think about everything in the world. He was proficient in mathematics, knew Yin and Yang, and was good at understanding others.
The Heart of Seven Orifices was a precious herb and could be considered an opportunity. However, Yang Jian could not accept it. He would not have any intentions of competing.
As he walked, Yang Jian saw two big trees. He walked to the middle of the tree and his figure immediately disappeared. He did not attract anyone's attention.
He turned into a lark and flew high into the sky, rushing towards the palace.
The golden dragon above the palace seemed to have sensed something. It opened its hollow eyes and looked ahead. It saw the lark, but it couldn't sense anything amiss.
The golden dragon was formed from Di Xin's imperial luck and was also condensed from the destiny of the Shang Dynasty. Due to the fact that Dragons had taken care of the human race at the end of the ancient times, many human tribes used Dragons as totems. Therefore, the destiny of the Human Emperor that was condensed was in the shape of a dragon.
However, the Golden Dragon of Destiny had nothing to do with the Dragons.
The lark didn't care about the golden dragon at all. Instead, it flew directly toward the palace.
Suddenly, the golden dragon extended a gigantic claw that covered the skies and enveloped Yang Jian's body!
Mortals could not see it, but they felt that the sunlight in the palace had suddenly become a little brighter. However, the cultivators lurking in various parts of Chaoge City frowned when they saw this.
Who was barging into the place where Di Xin was? Di Xin's fate was not over, and the golden dragon was disturbed by the pressure of the Saint. It was like a frightened bird. It was extremely difficult to sneak in, and it was easy to damage its own luck.
However, the next scene made the eyes of the cultivators who were hiding there widen.
The little lark turned a blind eye to the dragon claw that covered the sky and was caught by the dragon claw. However, there was a sudden flash of golden light, and the lark actually smashed a hole in the side of the dragon claw. It flapped its wings and flew toward a palace.
The golden dragon seemed to be intelligent and was stunned.
After the lark entered the palace, it immediately disappeared. The huge golden dragon was stunned for a while. It slowly retracted its dragon claw and did not search.
At the same time, in the center of the palace, which was also the highest hall, the young man sitting on the dragon throne frowned and felt a little frustrated.
"He barged in just like that?"
In the private room of the restaurant, a short and fat Daoist clicked his tongue. He scolded the man and woman at the same table jokingly, "What's the background of that fellow who barged into the palace? His luck is so strong that even the destiny of the human emperor can't stop him! "
"Brother Zhao, you must be joking. How dare you call the destiny of Di Xin the human emperor?"
The woman chuckled and her eyes revealed some memories. "Back then, the luck of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors suppressed the entire South Continent. We could see it from afar even if we were on Golden Ao Island."
The handsome man also said, "When it came to Xia Qi, he could only cover a country. When it came to Cheng Tang, he could barely protect a city. As for Di Xin, he could only protect the palace … It really makes one sigh."
"Brother Zhao" Zhao Gongming chuckled and shook his head. "This is a change in the Heavenly Dao. There are many theorems in it. The power of the mortal world is also a Great Dao."
"Brother Zhao, do you think the person who barged in just now was Yang Jian from Chanism?"
The woman at the same table almost made Zhao Gongming spit out the tea he had just drunk. Zhao Gongming was speechless as he looked at his junior sister and smiled helplessly.
"Don't keep thinking about that kid. His master dotes on him so much. How can he let him come to the land of the Great Tribulation?"
"That's right. Yang Jian should be reuniting with his mother now." The woman sighed softly. Her beautiful eyes were filled with emotions and yearning. "If I can have such a son, handsome and powerful, with the charm of a peerless divine general … Yes! What a wonderful thing! "
The man at the side smiled and said, "Junior Sister, you should get married."
Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows. "I think the two of you are not bad. If you want a son, why don't you wait until this matter is over and discuss it with each other?"
Even a cultivator who had cultivated for many years couldn't help but blush at this moment. The woman spat at Zhao Gongming and immediately disappeared. The man smiled bitterly at Zhao Gongming, as if he was blaming Zhao Gongming for being too blunt.
"Come, come, come. Let's drink! The fine wine of the secular world also has a unique flavor! "
Zhao Gongming laughed out loud and pulled his junior brother to drink to his heart's content. However, he muttered to himself as he drank.
Could it really be Yang Jian?
Charging for luck was not something that could be done with cultivation level and mystical abilities. One had to have luck and great luck.
The reason why the lark could pierce through the golden dragon's claws was because its life was tougher than Di Xin's and it was also protected by great luck.
Thinking about it, the person who had been more active recently with great luck seemed to be Yuding's disciple, that troublesome hooligan …
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing." Zhao Gongming put down his wine cup and stood up. He picked up the flag at the side and put on a cloth hat. "I'll go to the palace to take a stroll. Remember to pay the bill later. It's not easy for mortals to survive."
"Senior Brother, wait for me." The man who was drinking with Zhao Gongming stood up and threw down two golden pancakes. He smiled and said, "I have nothing to do. I'll go back to Shang Rong's residence to continue refining pills."
"Yes, remember to find out more useful information."
"I know. Don't worry, Senior Brother."
Zhao Gongming nodded and rushed downstairs with his banner.
Look at the banner. There were four words written on it: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. There were two lines of slogans on the north.
"Seek immortals from divination to change one's fate. Move houses to exorcise ghosts and set feng shui."
It could be said to be quite professional.
According to the patrolling guards of Chaoge City, the number of swindlers in the city had increased by dozens of times in the past few months.
What was even more amazing was that there were not many jianghu warlocks who had made a name for themselves. However, there were so many jianghu warlocks who entered the restaurant every day. They seemed to be wealthy merchants.
In the palace, a bee danced around the flowers. It was Yang Jian, who had used the transformation technique, searching for traces of Di Xin.
There was no one in the bedroom. There were no men in the palaces of the queen and concubines. However, he accidentally bumped into a "beauty" secretly communicating with a guard. That was a common thing in the palace. Yang Jian was naturally not surprised.
He only stopped to observe and learn the knowledge of the Primordial World.
Finally, in a side hall near the center, Yang Jian heard the sound of jade objects shattering. He flew over and saw Di Xin.
Di Xin, King Zhou, the last monarch of the Shang Dynasty. He was a tyrant that everyone in the future knew … However, he did not expect him to look good.
Di Xin was tall and slender. His face was like jade, and his eyes were filled with a threatening divine light. His face was angular, and when he was angry, he would sneer. However, his bearing and dignity made him a qualified king.
At that moment, Di Xin looked angry. He stood in front of a desk. There was a broken glass lamp beside his feet. A few palace servants knelt on the ground and picked up the fragments.
Di Xin seemed to be extremely annoyed. He raised his leg and kicked a palace servant away. He sat back on his seat boldly.
He slammed his hand on the table again with a loud bang.
"Speak! Continue! " Di Xin sneered. "Aren't you always persuading me not to take concubines and not to enjoy life eloquently? Heh, why are you all mute now? "
There were four people standing in front of the table. Two of them looked old, and the other two were relatively young, but their hair was white.
Yang Jian did not know the four of them, but he could sense a weak Dao rune from the old man at the front. After thinking for a while, he understood that he should be the Grand Preceptor, Wen Zhong, who was known as the only one who could "control" King Zhou.
"Your Majesty." Wen Zhong bowed and lowered his head. He sighed and said, "It has been more than a year since the vassals joined forces to request for more troops. Why are you angry? This has happened every year since the previous dynasty. We will appease the vassals. Later, we will show our might and we can settle them down for ten to five years. "
The cross-shaped veins on Di Xin's forehead throbbed. He said coldly, "What can I do if I don't want to appease them?"
"This …" Wen Zhong pondered for a while and looked at Di Xin. There was a hint of helplessness in his old eyes.
"Your Majesty!" The old man at the side cupped his hands and said in a loud voice, "Since ancient times, we have always treated the vassals with kindness and might. This is not a blind concession. It's just to make these vassals settle down and wait for your Majesty to deal with them!"
The middle-aged general behind the old man also persuaded, "Now that the Eastern Barbarians are at war, we really don't have much energy to deal with these vassals. Actually, Your Majesty, even if you don't give them a government order, they will privately recruit private soldiers. That's even more despicable! "
"Ha!" Di Xin suddenly smiled and leaned on the dragon's back. Suddenly, he slammed his palm on the table in front of him. The long table that was carved from precious wood exploded from the middle!
Bang! Crash …
"Look! This is the world that I own! This is the world of this Emperor! Half of the eight hundred vassals have ulterior motives. Half of them occupy land and claim to be kings. They do not obey orders! What do I need them for!?! "
The four important officials remained silent. They had heard Di Xin complain about this countless times.
However, when the former Emperor was on the throne, the eight hundred vassals were already powerful. After Di Xin succeeded the throne, the vassals recruited troops without any restraint. Their intentions were detestable.
Wen Zhong said, "Your Majesty, the vassals of the world are led by the four towns. If you want to make an example of them, why don't you choose one of the four people and make more plans?"
"What does the Grand Preceptor want to plan?"
Di Xin raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Yang Jian, who had been listening from the roof beam, felt a strange emotion in his heart.
Could it be that the true God-Conferment Battle was the process of Di Xin wanting to suppress the eight hundred vassals and being overthrown by them?
This is really …
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