"Reporting! The Shang army has reached the border! "
"Reporting! General Jinzha was defeated and retreated! "
"Reporting! General Huang Tianhua was defeated and retreated! "
"Reporting! General Nezha was defeated and retreated! "
In the tent, reports sounded one after another. Yang Jian, who was sitting on the chair, and the surrounding generals all looked relaxed. They did not look serious at all.
This was originally a plan that Yang Jian had set. He wanted the four generals on his side to lead some light cavalry to harass the Shang army at the border of the Zhou Kingdom and try their best to delay their arrival at Xi Qi.
If the 800,000 strong army maintained a constant speed, they would be able to arrive at Xi Qi City in a month and a half.
However, if they were to stop and walk like this, they would naturally spend more time on the road.
Just disturbing the enemy?
The Shang army should have thought of a way to deal with the move that Yang Jian had already used. However, the following journey really made the four generals of the Mo family's teeth itch.
The Shang army was less than 50 kilometers away from the Zhou Kingdom. A huge mountain lay in front of them, forcefully cutting off the main road. Moreover, there were many great formations carved on the mountain. Even if Daira Jinxian attacked, he would not be able to shake it in a short period of time.
This was naturally not something that could be done with the strength of the Zhou Kingdom. It was a "Dharma treasure" that Yang Jian had Bai Ze, who was cultivating in the Mei Mountain, refine a year ago.
There were a total of more than ten such mountains. Along the way, they were distributed on the path that the Shang army had to pass through, forcing the Shang army to climb over or take a detour.
Of course, Yang Jian's arrangements were not just like that.
There would often be tens of thousands of troops stationed on these mountains that were protected by formations. They had built simple fortifications on the mountains. When the Shang army passed by, they could cut off the supply route and retreat to Xi Qi. They could repair and wait for the Shang army to arrive.
Ever since Yang Jian moved the people of the Zhou Kingdom west, he had been thinking about such a plan. Now that he had put it into action, it really made the Shang army suffer.
They only needed half a year to delay the four generals of the Mo family for half a year and extend the time when they arrived at Xi Qi by five months …
Everything could be solved easily.
Even if the five of them could not defeat the four generals of the Mo family, there would still be people from the School of Chanism who would appear to assist them.
However, Yang Jian didn't want the Martial Uncles to get involved in the Battle of Gods Investiture too early. On the one hand, it would directly lead to a backlash from the Jie School. On the other hand, it would cause more casualties to the disciples of Chanism.
The Sage didn't let him be in charge of the Apotheosized World just to give him benefits and pointers for free. He had to be loyal to Chanism.
Half a month later …
"Prime Minister, the Shang army has conquered the second mountain!"
"Have the troops on the mountain retreated?"
Huang Feihu said, "Don't worry, Prime Minister. Although there are losses, they are only minor casualties. A large group of troops has retreated to the Fifth Mountain with General Nezha to await orders!"
Yang Jian nodded. He looked at the huge sand table in front of him and carefully deduced.
This was completely different from playing chess.
When playing chess, there were crisscrossed squares. However, the sand table was all the terrain from the west of Xiqi to Tongguan.
"Prime Minister," Huang Feihu said softly, "We can use methods to place so many mountains in front of us. The four brothers of the Mo family are not ordinary people. Will they send the army over from the sky?"
"I don't think so …"
Yang Jian replied with a smile. He had long considered it and rejected that possibility a long time ago.
There were countless mystical abilities to move objects, but the mystical abilities and Dharma treasures to move people were extremely precious. For example, the Exquisite Pagoda in Li Jing's hands could hold a thousand troops. The Universe in Immortal Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve could also hold a million troops at will.
However, the four generals of the Mo family, who would be the Four Heavenly Kings in the future, were mostly capable of the four treasures. They did not have such abilities.
As such, Yang Jian felt that he was sitting steadily and waiting for the various arrangements to be made.
Jade talismans were sent out from Zhi Jian's hands. They were in charge of dispatching the troops everywhere. They were much more useful than Wen Zhong's orders.
Yang Jian did not directly mobilize troops from Mount Mei. Instead, he took a lot of "supplies". It could be considered as "cheating" in a disguised form.
As such, the Shang army seemed to have entered a swamp. After traveling for three whole months, they had only advanced a third of the way.
As such, not only could Yang Jian come out of seclusion before the four generals of the Mo family arrived, but he could also consolidate his cultivation and comprehend his Intrinsic Mystical Ability.
Looking in the direction of Xiqi City, Yang Jian had not slept for a hundred days. This soul incarnation had been coordinating military affairs day and night. The messengers had been changed batch after batch. Yang Jian was also rather tired.
However, the closer it was to the end, the more crucial it would be. He really could not make any mistakes, or all his previous efforts would be wasted.
The frequency at which his main body could sense the heavenly might was increasing. Originally, he could only sense it once or twice a month, but now, it would appear two or three times a day.
It was as if there was a palm outside the sky that was slowly slapping towards him. It was getting closer and closer.
On the day he succeeded, there might be a Heavenly Tribulation …
The world would not allow him to break through like this?
Under the guidance of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, Yang Jian saw the collapse of the Taiji era. He saw the giant fight three thousand Innate Godfiends and open up this world. He also saw the giant's body being forcefully crushed and dying from heavy injuries …
He was walking the path left behind by the giant, so he naturally had to carry on this will. Even if the world did not allow it, even if the path ahead was chaotic and difficult to understand, he would hold up a world that belonged to him!
When the Heavenly Tribulation came, he was very tough. He just had to grit his teeth and endure it.
Yang Jian's heart surged with excitement. He slowly closed his eyes and rested for a moment.
Suddenly, he saw a blue butterfly of light dancing in his heart. His wife's voice rang out in his heart …
"Husband, I've been feeling uneasy recently. Just now, I divined and discovered that you seem to be facing a calamity. Recently, there have always been mighty figures stationed in the sky above the city. Perhaps they already know that you're in seclusion. "
"In a hundred days, I'll be able to come out of seclusion successfully," Yang Jian said in his heart. He pondered for a while and said, "Xinke, no matter what method you use, send Mother, Little Chan 'er, and the rest back to Mount Mei."
Ao Xinke was a little worried. "Do you want Master and the Uncle-Masters to come to Xi Qi City to protect you?"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "It's fine. If there's really a crisis, Master and the rest should rush over to help."
Ao Xinke was a little hesitant, but she obeyed Yang Jian's words.
The couple did not chat much. Both Ao Xinke and Yang Jian felt a little awkward using his incarnation.
To prevent any accidents, Ao Xinke began to set up an array formation in the Yang residence. She vaguely used the array formation to completely protect the Yang residence.
As the saying went, even a wise man would make a mistake.
Although Yang Jian was not careless this time, he had completely underestimated the speed at which he was exposed. He had also underestimated the urgency of others to get rid of him …
On the west side of Zhou Capital, in an ordinary forest.
A few figures dressed in rags sat cross-legged there like four dead trees. Their divine senses could not be detected, nor could they be seen with the naked eye.
They did not say a word, as if they had already died.
At the foot of Qi Mountain, where the corpses of the Shang army were buried, blood and foul air filled the air. It had already formed a small swamp. Every night, there would be the howling of ghosts. Their resentment soared to the sky and had yet to dissipate.
There were also a few figures hiding here. Relying on the uniqueness of this place and the secret techniques they cultivated, the divine senses that swept out from Xi Qi City could not see their figures.
"Is that Yang Jian really in a life and death seclusion?"
A burly man with a full beard asked in a low voice. The lion tail behind him swayed gently, as if to indicate his identity.
Beside him were two women. Although one of them had a veil covering her face, her graceful figure would always make people linger on her.
If Yang Jian was here, he would definitely recognize who she was.
Mei Kongmei.
"Although I don't know who sent this news, it's somewhat credible. Before Yang Jian went into seclusion, he was already able to save Zhao Gongming from the hands of two mighty figures. If he continues like this, the demon race will suffer for a thousand years and will definitely be slaughtered by him. "
The burly man nodded and said, "Although that's the case, you have to remember that we only need to secretly disturb him and cause him to fail his seclusion and die. There's no need to kill him directly."
"This is the last chance to destroy him," Mei Kongmei replied and closed her eyes to rest.
Obviously, if things did not work out, she would definitely attack directly instead of beating around the bush.
Although the burly man looked at her with an undisguised aggression, Mei Kongmei did not seem to care.
This was the nature of the demon race. The weak were used to relying on the strong and never suppressed the desires in their hearts …
…
Five months after the 800,000 Shang army entered the Western Zhou Dynasty, the capital of Zhou Dynasty seemed to be as lively as ever. It was not affected at all.
In the capital of Zhou Dynasty, in a restaurant that was frequented by guests, two traveling merchants, one old and one young, entered the restaurant tiredly. They threw down two gold pancakes and booked a guest room. Every day, they would drink and have fun, leading a befuddled life.
It was another day of drunkenness. The old man and the young man burped and sat by the window in a daze.
"Old man, your divination is not accurate. It's peaceful here. How can there be any calamity?"
"It'll happen in one or two months. What's the hurry?" The old man yawned. "If that kid is safe and sound, then everything will be fine. If something really happens, we'll hide here so that we can provide support in time."
The young man pursed his lips. The two of them sat there in a daze like two mortals.
Although they had hidden their auras perfectly, the two traveling merchants did not go out to do business. They only stayed in the guest room every day. Naturally, it was easy for them to expose themselves.
Ao Xinke did not disturb the two of them. Because of their arrival, she became more cautious. She would make a divination every day, and the divination …
It became more obscure and difficult to understand.
At the same time, in the Zhou army camp outside the city.
"Prime Minister, the Shang army has arrived at the Seventh Mountain!"
"Check again." Yang Jian seemed to have sensed something. He had been feeling uneasy recently.
"Prime Minister, you are indeed clever. Every time we are caught off guard, you will always do something shocking," Huang Feihu praised sincerely. Yang Jian was not too humble. He nodded calmly.
"I'm just afraid that there will be some changes …" Yang Jian sighed softly.
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a report from outside the tent.
"Prime Minister! A Daoist landed in front of the military camp from the sky. He claims to be the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal. He's the Uncle-Master of the Prime Minister. He wants the Prime Minister to meet him! "
Long-eared Dingguang Immortal? Why is this traitor here?
Yang Jian said, "King Wucheng, please push me. I'll go out and meet him."
"This general obeys!!"
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