He conquered Chong Hou Hu and returned in July, directly expanding the territory of the Zhou Nation to the northern part of the South Continent.
Among the 200 feudal vassals in the north, 123 surrendered to the Zhou Nation. Everyone in the world had heard of King Wen of Zhou's virtue. Now that the Zhou Nation was rising, they all sent gifts to him.
This battle allowed Yang Jian to completely gain a foothold in the Zhou Nation. From the slaves to the officials, they were all convinced by Yang Jian's political and military affairs.
Yang Jian returned to West Qi. Ji Fa became Yang Jian's disciple. Whenever he was free, he would run to Yang Jian's residence to ask for advice on how to be a ruler and how to govern a country. Yang Jian also patiently taught him, instilling in the future King Wu of Zhou the idea of being diligent and loving the people.
If a mortal could do what Yang Jian did, it would be considered extraordinary.
But for Yang Jian, these were just trivial matters. His eyes were fixed on the sky, waiting for the immortals of the Dao Sect who might appear at any time.
Bi Gan was already dead. The next major event should be Huang Feihu's rebellion in a few years.
Yang Jian carefully calculated for a few days while comprehending the Dao. He decided on the development of West Qi for the next few years. Then, he continued to use his incarnation to wander around, while his real body hid to comprehend mysterious skills.
After he moved into West Qi, the immortals of Chanism did not show up. A few masters of the Jie School secretly observed a few times, but they did not find anything strange. They did not stay for long.
After a few years of peace, West Qi became more and more prosperous. Children could be seen running around on the streets, and the schools run by Yang Jian were also filled with the sound of students studying. It was a scene of prosperity.
These few years were not wasted. Faintly, Yang Jian felt that he seemed to have grasped a ray of light and found a way to break through this limit.
But this feeling was vague, and he had not fully grasped it.
Cultivation could not always rely on sudden enlightenment. Most of the time, like Yang Jian, one had to understand bit by bit, think constantly, and explore further.
One day, it was snowing heavily. Suddenly, a guard from the palace rushed to the Yang Mansion and said that King Zhou summoned him.
With a flash, Yang Jian disappeared before the guards and arrived at King Wen's bedchamber.
A strong smell of medicine assaulted his nostrils. Yang Jian looked at the old man lying on the bed and sighed softly.
"Teacher, how did you get here?" Ji Fa shouted from the side.
"Dao technique." Yang Jian walked to the front of the bed and placed a spirit pill into King Wen's mouth. King Wen's body shimmered with light. His murky eyes opened and he looked gratefully at Yang Jian.
"Thank you, Prime Minister …"
Yang Jian said, "I can only prolong your Majesty's life for an hour. Is there anything else you haven't told me?"
King Wen grabbed Yang Jian's arm and said in a trembling voice,
"Ever since I heard that the Prime Minister and my son Ji Fa had killed Chong Houhu, my heart has been restless. When I close my eyes, I see Chong Houhu standing at the side. In the early years, I received the Emperor's favor and guarded the northwest. I commanded the two hundred towns of the Western Road. They were all given to me by the Shang King. "
"After I died, the prime minister assisted my son, Ji Fa, and the Zhou Dynasty was stable. Although the Shang King is tyrannical today, the calamity is not on Xiqi. If the Shang army does not attack, I will definitely ask my son not to listen to the advice of the feudal vassals. It is a treacherous thing to use a minister to attack the king! "
Yang Jian was silent. Although he did not want to deceive King Wen, he did not want the old man to leave with regrets.
King Wen did not have the intention to attack the Zhou Dynasty, but Ji Fa was ambitious and had the intention to replace Di Xin.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. This is what I should do," Yang Jian said. "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
King Wen asked, "Can my son, Bo Yikao, return to life?"
Yang Jian said, "He will enter the Celestial Court. He will have a lot of good fortune in the future. There's no need to worry."
"That's good …" King Wen could not help but cry. Suddenly, he shouted, "Ji Fa!"
"I'm here." Ji Fa knelt in front of the bed and cried non-stop.
King Wen sighed and said, "As a minister, you should have your duties. Don't offend your superiors. Otherwise, it will be difficult for your father to rest in peace!"
"I will remember! Prime Minister, please extend my father's life! "
"Fate cannot be messed up," Yang Jian said in a low voice. He looked outside the door and saw that there was already a group of ghost servants waiting. He persuaded Ji Fa warmly.
King Wen closed his eyes. His expression was peaceful. Gradually, he exhaled more and inhaled less. His face was filled with the aura of death. He could not hold on any longer.
A ghost servant outside shouted respectfully, "Greetings, Perfected Lord. The Netherworld is summoning the soul. Please do not stop us."
Yang Jian left the front of the bed and walked outside. A gust of cold wind blew, and cries could be heard everywhere in the hall.
The ghost servant took King Wen's soul and bowed in front of Yang Jian. King Wen was in the form of a ghost, so he could naturally see that Yang Jian's true body was wrapped in a golden aura. When he saw the ghost servant bowing to Yang Jian, he was even more bewildered.
The ghost servant said, "Perfected Lord, we will go back and report."
"Don't make things difficult for King Wen."
"Don't worry, Perfected Lord. I won't dare to make things difficult for him." The ghost servant agreed. He held King Wen's arms and flew out of the hall.
King Wen wanted to say something, but he could not speak. He could only turn his head to look at Yang Jian, a relieved smile on his lips …
He was really an immortal.
In the 20th year of King Zhou, the Marquis of Xi Bo, Ji Chang, died. Xi Qi was in mourning for three months.
The powerful King Wu succeeded the throne and worked hard to govern the country. The luck of the various places in Xi Qi became stronger. Yang Jian patrolled the surroundings for the king. The cities of the Zhou Kingdom stored food and trained the soldiers.
Yang Jian promoted the slave army and promised that as long as they accumulated military merits, they could get rid of their slave status with their families. This made the Zhou Army more powerful.
King Wen's advice before his death was still in his ears. King Wu did not dare to attack Zhou casually. Moreover, he had just ascended the throne. The people's hearts were not stable, so it was not appropriate for him to attack.
However, even if King Wu did not attack, there would always be trouble.
In the 21st year of King Zhou, a huge star moved west. Yang Jian entered the palace late at night and had a secret discussion with King Wu. Then, he left Xi Qi in a hurry and used the Golden Light Leap to Chaoge City.
That night, Chaoge City was still filled with singing and dancing.
Yang Jian was also skilled and bold. He went straight to the Deer Terrace Pavilion and saw armored soldiers running everywhere. On one side of the terrace, there were seven to eight palace maids cleaning up.
His eyes shone with divine light. He saw countless resentful souls circling under the Deer Terrace Pavilion. However, among these resentful souls, there was a thin figure curled up in the corner and crying bitterly.
In the King of Shang Palace, the demonic aura of the resentful souls, malicious ghosts, and evil spirits intertwined and ate away at the last bit of national luck of the Shang Dynasty. The Netherworld Ghost Servants did not dare to come here to take the soul and could only let it be. Therefore, the soul had nowhere to go when it left its body. It could only wait to be corroded by the resentful aura and turn into a resentful soul.
Yang Jian hid his figure and landed in the corner of the Deer Terrace Pavilion. He looked at the curled up figure.
It was a beautiful woman. She still looked young and beautiful. Her yellow face was delicate and pitiful. Her gorgeous dress was stained with blood.
Yang Jian said, "Madam Huang, don't be afraid."
"Who, who are you …"
"Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua's senior brother." Yang Jian opened his hand and held a Dharma treasure pearl in his hand. He said, "Come in first. I'll bring you away from this place. You can meet Tianhua in the future."
The beautiful woman's soul nodded gently. Perhaps it was the warmth from Yang Jian's body that made her lower her guard. She turned into a ray of light and entered the pearl.
Yang Jian turned around and left. He did not do anything else. After leaving Chaoge City, he stopped on the cloud and quietly waited for something to happen in Chaoge City.
Why did Tianhua's mother die?
A few days ago, the Shang Dynasty's Grand Marshal, King Wucheng, Huang Feihu, entered the palace to attend a banquet. Because he was dissatisfied with the Demon Empress's "Daji", he released the Divine Oriole and injured the Demon Empress.
The Demon Empress hated him and waited for an opportunity to take revenge. She set up a banquet today and invited the wives of the important officials of Chaoge City.
During the banquet, the Demon Empress used a Dharma spell to get Huang Feihu's wife, Jia, drunk and made her fall asleep in the palace. After nightfall, the drunk Di Xin saw Lady Jia's drunken state. Di Xin wanted to tease her, but Lady Jia woke up in time and resisted.
Lady Jia was rather chaste. She jumped down from the Deer Terrace Pavilion and died on the spot.
After Di Xin sobered up, he was rather regretful. Huang Feihu's sister, Consort Huang, was furious when she heard the palace messenger report this matter. She rushed to the Deer Terrace Pavilion and cursed at Di Xin. She pressed "Daji" to the ground and beat her up.
Di Xin was frustrated. He reached out to pull Consort Huang, but Consort Huang slapped him in the face.
Although Di Xin was regretting it, when had he ever been slapped? He was furious. He lifted Consort Huang with one hand and threw her off the Deer Terrace Pavilion. She died.
Yang Jian sat on the cloud and his eyes shone. After seeing that, he hesitated a little but did not save Consort Huang's soul.
Consort Huang was different from Lady Jia. The former was Di Xin's concubine. Even if she saved her soul, she would not have a place to live.
Not long after, cries sounded from King Wu Cheng's residence. Huang Feihu's four brothers were filled with righteous indignation. They raised their weapons and were about to charge into the Shang Lord Palace. Huang Feihu rode on the Five-colored Divine Ox and stopped them. He cursed the four of them.
Huang Feihu was indeed loyal. Even though his wife had been forced to death by Di Xin, he did not have any intention of rebelling.
The four generals of the Huang Family were filled with grief and indignation. They threw down their weapons and returned to the residence. They called for a banquet and ate and drank heartily. They kept clapping and laughing.
Huang Feihu entered the residence and saw his three sons, Huang Tianlu, Tian Jue, and Tian Xiang, crying. Meanwhile, his four brothers, who had gone through life and death together, were clapping and laughing at the side. He was vexed and went up to reason with them.
There was a general under Huang Feihu's tent named Zhou Ji. He was quite scheming. The more Huang Feihu scolded, the angrier he became.
He said, "Brother, you're an extremely powerful official. You're dressed in an official robe. Those who know your battle achievements know that you're brave. However, those who don't know about your past think that you relied on your sister-in-law's beauty to please the king and obtained such wealth! "
"What did you say?"
Huang Feihu's eyes widened. He thought of the scenes that had happened since the wedding and the tyrannical things that the king of Shang had done. He immediately roared.
"So what if I rebel today!?!"
The four generals were overjoyed. They immediately went out to gather troops and pack up their valuables. They gathered a thousand family generals and hundreds of carriages. They loaded the carriages overnight and transported them out of Chaoge City.
Huang Feihu asked, "Where are we going to go if we leave Chaoge today?"
Huang Ming, one of the four generals, said, "King Wu of Xiqi is in the west and north. The world is loyal. Why don't we seek refuge?"
"Forget it!" Huang Feihu sighed and said, "Let's go to the west and seek refuge!"
Zhou Ji saw that Huang Feihu's expression was wavering again. He thought to himself that his previous method of provoking him was only effective when Huang Feihu was angry. If he did not do it to the end, Huang Feihu would probably return to Chaoge to accept his punishment.
Huang Feihu was loyal, but how could Di Xin tolerate Huang Feihu anymore? The torture of being burned by the cannon was inevitable.
At that moment, Zhou Ji said, "Big Brother! It's too late to go to Xiqi to borrow troops to avenge sister-in-law and the Queen! How can sister-in-law rest in peace? Why don't we go to the palace today and ask that tyrant for an explanation! "
Huang Feihu's eyes were bloodshot. He summoned the Five-colored Divine Bull and put on a golden armor. He held a long sword and jumped onto the back of the Divine Bull.
"Follow me to the palace gate!"
The family generals agreed. The four generals mounted their horses and rushed straight to the palace gate.
Huang Feihu's younger brothers, Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao, led the family generals to the west gate. They were all generals in the army. How could the guards dare to stop them?
Huang Feihu's murderous intent was fierce. He rode the Five-colored Divine Bull and rushed out of the palace gate. At that moment, the sky was already bright. Although the guards at the gate stopped the five of them, they did not dare to attack King Wucheng. They could only go to the palace to report.
Huang Feihu roared repeatedly, "Di Xin! Come out and fight! Return my sister, return my wife! "
The palace gate suddenly opened. Hundreds of elite soldiers surrounded a tall figure and slowly walked out.
This person was dressed in a Nine Dragons Robe. He was riding a dragon horse and holding a golden saber in his hand. His face was dignified. His dragon robe reflected the morning glow, but the armor on his body emitted a cold killing intent.
He snorted coldly and suppressed Chaoge.
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