This time, he had indeed encountered a bottleneck.
Yang Jian had lived in Xiqi for a long time. He used his incarnation to attend the court every day and manage the government affairs of Xiqi. It only took a few months for Xiqi to be completely transformed.
However, his mind was immersed in the wonderful state of magic and couldn't break through at all times.
Fortunately, Yohime and Ao Xinke were also in the manor. Whenever Yang Jian was upset, he would talk to his mother and spend some time with his wife, and his mood would gradually recover.
A few days ago, Yang Jian's real body finally left the manor because King Wen wanted to promote him to the position of Prime Minister. Yang Jian pretended to decline several times due to his usual menstruation and finally agreed.
King Wen ordered the renovation of the Yang Manor for Yang Jian. When the Manor of Prime Minister was completed, all the officials of Zhou State and King Wen's disciples came to congratulate him.
Yang Jian readily accepted good advice, his demeanor elegant like that of a banished immortal. He also befriended the Martial King, Ji Fa, and it could be said that both the monarch and his subject were happy.
After seeing them off, Yang Jian resumed his previous life. His incarnation went to deal with the government affairs, and his real body cultivated in seclusion at home, comprehending the wonderful state of magic.
Though he hadn't comprehended the method to break through the limit, his understanding of the Eight Nine Mysteries had improved a lot. His strength had improved a little, but it was better than nothing.
Little Chan 'er was really crazy. Everyone in Xiqi knew that there was a weird sister of the Prime Minister in the Immortal Minister's Mansion. She hated evil as if it was her enemy, and she had immortal spells. She made the tyrants everywhere fear her as if she was a god.
Yang Jian didn't care about her. He only asked Chu Qian to keep an eye on her. If anyone with the surname Liu wanted to get close to his sister, he should be beaten up and sent to him.
That night, a big star fell from the east.
King Wen sent someone to invite Yang Jian to the palace for a discussion. Only then did Yang Jian learn that an important official had died in Zhaoge City.
It was done.
On his way back, Yang Jian suddenly felt something. He closed his eyes and meditated. Suddenly, he saw a golden scroll floating in the sky. A white shadow danced in the clouds and finally entered the scroll.
A deep voice reverberated in Yang Jian's ears, like the ringing of a bell between heaven and earth.
"Literati Star, return."
Yang Jian was speechless. He wanted to see where the scroll was, but he couldn't find it.
Heavenly Book, God roll!
The next day, Yang Jian advised King Wen to send troops to attack Chong Houhu. King Wen hesitated for a while but was persuaded by Yang Jian.
Chong Houhu was King Xin's trusted aide. Getting rid of him would mean destroying a corner of the Shang.
Chong Houhu and the two hundred feudal vassals of the north appeared to be united, but they were actually at odds. His administration was not benevolent, and the people under his rule were destitute and destitute. There were often bones of people dying of starvation on the roadside.
Although Xiqi was benevolent and righteous in dispatching troops to fight, the Marquis of the West and the Marquis of the North had the same title after all.
But after Yang Jian listed out Chong Houhu's several great crimes, he straightforwardly said that the only way to win the loyalty of the world was to have all the civil and military officials of Zhou's court excitedly ask for his permission. King Wen had no choice but to agree.
"What Yang Jian and Ji Chang said was how to nurture Ji Fa. Ji Fa is loved by King Wen. King Wen, Ji Chang, is old and knows when his destiny is. How can he reject Yang Jian's suggestion?"
What Yang Jian and Ji Chang were talking about was nothing more than how to groom Ji Fa. Ji Fa had always been favored by King Wen, and King Wen and Ji Chang were already advanced in age. They also knew when their destiny would come, so how could they reject Yang Jian's suggestion?
The so-called rulers and ministers were mostly suspicious.
Yang Jian's reputation in Xi Qi was rising and he was so young. It was not impossible for Yang Jian to take over the Ji Family in a decade or two.
Therefore, King Wen had planned to personally attack Chong Houhu to control Yang Jian's contributions and reputation.
Yang Jian did not expose all of that. He simply said how to train and nurture Ji Fa. Ji Chang was overjoyed and felt more at ease with Yang Jian.
At that moment, Xi Qi gathered hundreds of thousands of troops and set off towards the northeast.
Yang Jian had left his family in the Zhou capital. Little Chan 'er had wanted to make a fuss about coming out to sightsee, but after being scolded by Yang Jian with a stern face, she hugged her mother and cried.
Although it was only a battle in the mortal world, there would be rivers of blood and millions of bones. Yang Jian really did not want his sister to see that …
When Chong Houhu heard the news, he mobilized a million troops and headed towards the Wei River. Clearly, he was not afraid of Xi Qi.
In Chaoge City, Wen Zhong had returned victorious from the North Ocean. When he saw that the fate of the Shang Dynasty was weak and that there were not many important ministers left, he was heartbroken and advised Di Xin of ten strategies. However, Di Xin only said a few words and protected Daji.
Although Wen Zhong was angry, he abided by his duties as a subject.
Someone reported that the Marquis of the West and the Marquis of the North had started an expedition. Wen Zhong originally wanted to personally lead troops to help Chong Houhu, but the East Ocean had rebelled against King East Spirit. After Wen Zhong discussed with Huang Feihu, he led the troops to attack.
As the last pillar of the Shang Dynasty, he was so busy that he had no time to spare.
Yang Jian was not afraid.
Even if Wen Zhong really led the troops and the West Qi army was attacked from two sides, he was confident that he could win.
At most, he would personally attack and behead the generals in the future. How could the soldiers be powerful without generals?
A few months later, the two armies met on a plain. They opened up their battle formations in the area surrounded by three large cities. They slowed down and approached each other cautiously.
On the day before the battle between the two armies, more than ten generals sat with Ji Fa in the main tent of the Zhou Army to discuss military matters.
Before Ji Fa came, Ji Chang had instructed him to listen to Yang Jian's orders in everything. He could not overstep them. Therefore, Ji Fa was the first to ask,
"Prime Minister, Chong Houhu has twice my troops. How can we fight this battle?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness. This is just a small test." Yang Jian began to talk about the arrangement of the troops. Hearing Yang Jian's strategy, Ji Fa finally heaved a sigh of relief.
On the second day, the two armies beat drums. Yang Jian wore a long robe and stood on a chariot. He came to the front of the formation with an immortal aura.
"Where is Chong Houhu?"
"Hmph! Who are you? How dare you see my King! " A burly man rode out from the crowd and pointed at Yang Jian. He scolded, "Rebels and traitors should be killed!"
Yang Jian's gaze froze. A figure jumped out from behind him. It was Zhi Jian, who was riding a horse and holding a sword.
The great Daira Jinxian was going to fight with a mortal general?
That was true.
The burly man shouted, "I am!"
"You will be a soul of the Netherworld later. There is no need for you to sign up," Yang Jian said indifferently, interrupting the general's shout.
Zhi Jian leaped forward on his horse. Seeing this, the burly man did not want to be outdone. He raised his sword and rushed over. The two generals passed by each other. Sword Light slashed horizontally. Zhi Jian did not use any celestial power and directly cut the burly man's sword in half. He also cut off his head.
Chong Houhu was shocked. Zhi Jian returned to the formation. Yang Jian praised him and noted down the greatest merit of defeating Chong Houhu.
Chong Houhu saw Zhi Jian's power in the middle of the army. He felt a chill down his spine. He hurriedly asked his advisors.
"Who is the young man on the chariot?"
"King, he should be the Prime Minister that Old Thief Ji Chang was just appointed a few days ago. It is said that he is an immortal and is quite talented."
"Who was the one who killed my beloved general?"
"This, I really do not know."
"Bastard!" Chong Houhu sat on a row of seats and said, "Who will go and kill one of the enemy's generals to strengthen our army?"
At that moment, Chong Houhu's general, Huang Yuanji, requested to go out and rode to the front of the formation.
Yang Jian directly called out, "General Nangong, please make another contribution."
The famous general of Xiqi, Nangong Shi, stepped out of the crowd and said, "General Nangong, please make another contribution."
That was a pure battle between mortals. Yang Jian felt sleepy watching it, but he had to maintain his calm appearance. It was really tiring.
On the cloud, a few immortals of Chanism laughed when they saw that scene.
The Huanglong Daoist clicked her tongue in wonder. "Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian is really impressive. He does everything properly."
"This is probably spirituality," the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao said with a smile. "We should also plan a little and help Disciple-Nephew."
"There's no hurry today." The Great Daoist Master of Numinous Treasure smiled and said, "Why don't we make a bet and guess if Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian will use immortal techniques to defeat the enemy today?"
The Huanglong Daoist pondered for a while and said, "I don't think so. If we directly kill the million-strong army, I'm afraid we will provoke endless negative karma and commit a heinous massacre. We will also lose our luck. Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian is not such a reckless person. "
The Perfected Lord Qing Xu agreed. The Great Daoist Master of Numinous Treasure made a bet. The three big shots of Chanism began to stare at Yang Jian on the cloud to see if he would attack.
"No one is allowed to secretly send a voice transmission to Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian!"
"Of course. Are we still going to feel the pinch for those one or two treasures?"
The corners of the Huanglong Daoist's mouth twitched. He did not have many treasures, so of course he would feel the pinch …
Below, Nangong Shi had killed Huang Yuanji. The morale of the Zhou Army was high. There were fast horses everywhere to report the situation of the battle. Deafening cheers sounded everywhere in the wilderness.
Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed. The three armies moved at the same time. Dozens of wooden platforms were erected in the Zhou Army. A hundred armored soldiers with flags on their backs climbed onto the platforms and waved the flags to give orders.
This was a little benefit that Yang Jian had given to the Zhou Army — flag language.
The hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting on all fronts. Originally, the commander could only use drums and gongs to announce when to attack and when to retreat.
However, with the flag language, the hundreds of thousands of troops could receive the commander's orders in the shortest time possible.
Yang Jian grabbed a large flag. The blood-red flag swayed, and the entire army set out to attack. He handed the flag to Yao Gonglin. Yao Gonglin waved the flag language. The army advanced and retreated on the plains, slowly changing their formation.
The Chong Army looked at the Zhou Army that was advancing with their heads held high a thousand feet away. It was as if the other party had the advantage in numbers.
The Chong Army beat the drums, and a million troops swarmed forward. Battle cries resounded throughout the plains.
There were more than a hundred million humans in the Primordial World. This scene was actually not too big.
The Zhou Army set up the Black Tortoise Array. Although the Chong Army charged fiercely, it was like waves hitting a reef. The moment they clashed, it completely collapsed.
Yao Gonglin scanned the entire battlefield with his divine senses. He kept waving the flag and commanded the hundreds of thousands of troops to charge forward. In less than two hours, the Chong Army was completely defeated and fled in chaos.
Yang Jian gave the order to pursue. The hundreds of thousands of troops avoided the various city walls and headed straight for Chong Hou's lair — Chong City.
Half a month later, half of the 200 feudal vassals led by the Marquis of the North changed sides and surrendered to the Zhou Army. The Zhou Army split up to attack the various places. Yang Jian and Ji Fa led a hundred thousand troops to the gates of Chong City.
"He is equivalent to a true god!"
Ji Fa had yet to recover from his shock. He looked at Yang Jian with admiration.
Yang Jian smiled and waved his hand. He grabbed a spear and said, "Your Highness, the first credit of this battle cannot be given to others. Your Highness should personally kill Chong Hou Hu."
Ji Fa was stunned. Yang Jian grabbed the spear and suddenly threw it forward.
There was a fireball on the tip of the spear. In the blink of an eye, it flew five kilometers and nailed into the city wall of Chong City.
Ji Fa looked from afar. He did not know what Yang Jian had just done. Just as he was about to ask, the city wall that spanned tens of thousands of feet collapsed like sand!
"Your Highness, please."
Ji Fa instantly felt his mouth go dry.
On the cloud, the moment the city wall collapsed, a wall in Huanglong Daoist's heart also collapsed …
The Great Daoist Master of Numinous Treasure laughed. "Give it to me. Senior Brother and Junior Brother, don't go back on your words! Hahaha! This must be considered as using a mystic technique to defeat the enemy! "
"This fellow!" Huanglong Daoist gritted her teeth.
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