"Second Master is back!"
Following Zhi Jian's shout, the Yang residence became lively.
Yang Jian had been away for less than ten days, but it had left everyone on tenterhooks. Now that Yang Jian had returned, the Mei Mountain army, the Wu people, and the fairy maidservants all heaved a sigh of relief.
He was the backbone of the Yang residence, the pillar of Mei Mountain, and the pillar that the Wu people relied on. He could not afford to lose him.
Yuding Zhenren had returned to the mountain to cultivate after sending Yang Jian home. Yang Jian made up his mind that he would take care of the apotheosis himself and not let his master and uncle-master stand up for him.
Now that he had found the trick to the Seventy-two Transformations, Yang Jian only needed to study it carefully and gradually improve his combat ability.
He walked around the mansion and saw his mother. Then, he hurriedly went to the attic where Ao Xinke lived.
Regarding Taibai Jinxing's visit to this place, Yaoji had issued a gag order, nobody was allowed to divulge any information. Naturally she wanted to hide it from Yang Jian, for fear that Yang Jian would bear a grudge.
In the backyard of the Yang residence, Yang Jian hurried into the attic.
"Xinke? How are your injuries? "
Ao Xinke, who was cultivating by the window, opened her eyes in surprise.
She had been distracted and did not notice Yang Jian's return. Yang Jian did not sense Ao Xinke's aura either, so he hurried to the backyard.
Seeing that his wife was fine and seemed to be cultivating in seclusion, Yang Jian felt that he had been a bit rash and went forward to embrace Ao Xinke.
Originally, Ao Xinke felt wronged. Now that she heard Yang Jian's greeting and was hugged tightly by Yang Jian, she quietly dissipated …
"Husband, don't be so stubborn."
"Yes, Madam, I have something to tell you."
Yang Jian told Ao Xinke everything that had happened to him in Phoenix Valley. He hid the details of how dangerous it was and mainly explained what had happened to Feng Wu and Feng Shan.
Ao Xinke just listened quietly. The scene of her fighting for a man's favor and throwing a tantrum didn't happen as Yang Jian had imagined …
Was he really that generous?
"That Miss Feng Wu is affectionate and loyal. It's reasonable for you to fall in love with her. I'm already very satisfied that you're honest with me."
"That's not what I meant …" Yang Jian looked at Ao Xinke's serious face and said with a smile, "I'm loyal to you, Madam. I'm telling you this because I want you to take care of Feng Wu and Feng Shan later. I have to be busy with the God-Conferment Tribulation. It's the first time the two sisters have encountered this tribulation, so they must have left behind a huge knot in their hearts. "
Ao Xinke blinked. "Do you really think so, my husband?"
"That's exactly what I think. Although you and the two sisters are enemies, in our mansion, let's not talk about these grudges for now."
"Since you have an order, I will obey," Ao Xinke agreed softly and took the initiative to move in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian used Xuanqi to seal the Black Tortoise Belt and wrapped it around the place.
This tender moment that had been delayed for a few days was not disturbed by anyone.
After settling Feng Shan and Feng Wu in the Yang residence, Yang Jian was relieved that the three women at home were accompanying them and the Celestial Dog was watching them.
In the evening, he finally remembered about Wen Zhong's attack on Xi Qi. He revealed his aura in the city and went to the military camp outside the city.
After checking for a while, Wen Zhong's troops had already entered the borders of the Zhou Nation and were still a thousand miles away from Qi Mountain.
However, the Zhou Army was already gloomy and their morale had fallen to rock bottom. The soldiers were fine but the generals in the army all knew about Wen Zhong's invincible reputation and were really panicking.
Huang Feihu could not sleep peacefully for a few days, and King Wu did not attend court for two days.
Fortunately, Yang Jian managed to rush back at this critical juncture.
After entering the army, the first thing Yang Jian did was to order someone to beat the drums and gather the generals to discuss.
When Yang Jian returned, the Zhou Army immediately beat the gongs and drums. The soldiers rushed to teleport. The dark clouds that enveloped the sky above Xi Qi finally dissipated.
Not long after, in the main tent of the Middle Army, Nezha and Huang Tianhua, who had rushed back, reported the military situation at the front. Huang Feihu and Nangong Shi reported the many arrangements they had made. Jinzha, Muzha, and the other generals only listened.
Yang Jian sat on the main seat and pondered for a while. Wen Zhong had come aggressively this time, but he was not afraid.
Wen Zhong's abilities were inferior to the Goddess of Golden Spirit. He could form a relationship.
The difficult thing was that he did not know how many immortals from Jie School Wen Zhong had called and who they were.
"Junior Brothers, you have been staring at the Shang Army. Did you see any immortals from Jie School appear?"
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
"I'll go first!"
"Let me speak!"
Huang Tianhua and Nezha spoke almost at the same time. Then, the two of them stared at each other and craned their necks, refusing to give in to each other.
This pair of enemies, how did they end up in such a state in the short time that he was gone …?
Yang Jian pulled a long face. "What are the two of you fighting for? Now that the army is in front of us and Wen Zhong is coming aggressively, as disciples of Chanism, are you still going to fight among yourselves? "
Nezha and Huang Tianhua turned their heads away at the same time. Yang Jian said, "Nezha, tell me first. If your explanation is not as comprehensive as Tianhua's, go and receive ten strikes."
"Of course I'm more accurate than him!" Nezha raised his head and explained the arrangements in Wen Zhong's army, the main general, and the immortals of Jie School.
Wen Zhong was personally in command, and Deng Chanyu was his deputy. Apart from that, there were no other cultivators apart from a few third-generation disciples of Jie School.
"Only a few third-generation disciples?" Yang Jian was puzzled.
Could it be that the immortals of Jie School want to appear during the battle?
"Does Tianhua have anything to add?"
"That's what I found out." Huang Tianhua wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at his father, stroked his beard, and handed over a letter.
"Prime Minister, this is a letter that Wen Zhong ordered someone to send over a few days ago."
"Oh?"
Yang Jian slowly opened the book slip and looked at the large, flamboyant words. He could not help but smile. "This Grand Tutor Wen actually said that he wants to compete with me in the art of war and strategy and not in divine abilities and Dharma spells."
Nezha's eyes lit up. "Could it be that Jie School is afraid?"
"That's definitely not the case." Yang Jian shook his head and spread the letter on the table. He studied it carefully twice and smiled. "Judging from his words, it can be seen that this Grand Tutor Wen is also a strategist. Unfortunately, he helped the wicked and did not know the heavens. He will eventually be defeated by us. "
Yang Jian smiled and closed the letter. He seemed to be in a good mood. "Pass the order. The troops will rest well and wait for the Shang army to arrive. This time, let's have a good competition with them. As long as we defeat Wen Zhong, the Lord of Shang will no longer have anything to rely on! "
The soldiers were inexplicably excited. Huang Feihu, who could not sleep peacefully, actually felt a little sleepy.
Yang Jian ordered the generals to return to the camp to rest. They would decide on the enemy formation tomorrow afternoon.
After the generals left, only the disciples of Chanism were left in the tent. Yang Jian stopped smiling and sat there to ponder.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Jinzha looked like he had known that would happen. Clearly, he thought that Yang Jian was pretending to be relaxed to calm the morale of the army.
Unexpectedly, Yang Jian said with a serious expression, "Wen Zhong wants to compete in terms of military power. The few of you will go into battle to kill the enemy later. You can't fly into the sky or escape into the ground, lest Wen Zhong is not convinced. Learn how to ride a horse for the next few days. Go back. "
Jinzha's face turned red. Muzha could not help but laugh when he saw that. The third-generation disciples of Chanism laughed in the tent.
When the laughter entered the military camp, the soldiers felt more at ease.
At night, the army let out their meals. Yang Jian went to the Martial King Ji Fa Palace to apologize and report the plan to resist the enemy.
Ji Fa said in a low voice, "Prime Minister, Grand Tutor Wen is the national treasure that protects the Shang Dynasty. He has never been defeated in the past few decades. Do you really have the confidence to win this time?"
"Seventy percent is in my chest, and thirty percent is decided by the heavens," Yang Jian replied calmly. "King Wu, don't worry. The matters outside will not disturb me recently. I can deal with Wen Zhong in peace."
"Prime Minister …"
Ji Fa wanted to say something, but when the words were at the tip of his tongue, he looked at the young immortal in a long robe standing in front of the desk and felt a little sad.
"I trust you, Prime Minister. You can do whatever you want."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Yang Jian bowed and left. He did not lose his etiquette as a subject.
After leaving the Martial King Palace, Yang Jian leaped up and flew into the clouds. In the blink of an eye, he landed on the peak of Mount Qi.
There was already a thousand-feet-long platform there. The Four Symbols True Spirit Array was added to the left and right. The four sides of the platform were engraved with scenes of immortal ascension and images of flying immortals. It was as if it was a land of immortal ascension.
As soon as Yang Jian landed on the platform, a figure jumped out from the side and knelt on one knee in front of Yang Jian.
"Second Master, the God-Conferment Platform has been built."
"Bai Jian, you have contributed by supervising the construction of the God-Conferment Platform. This contribution has been recorded in the God roll." A golden scroll appeared in Yang Jian's hand. It was naturally the God roll.
Yang Jian extended his hand and handed it over. Bai Jian's body emitted golden light and he held the God roll with both hands.
Yang Jian said, "Hang this list!"
"Yes!"
Bai Jian agreed and took two steps back. Then, he walked straight to the center of the platform.
There was a jade platform there. The God roll seemed to know that it was a place prepared for it. It slowly opened a little and laid flat on the jade platform.
Bai Jian bowed and retreated. Yang Jian walked forward and bowed to the God roll. He said, "Disciple Yang Jian of the Jade Void requests permission. Today, I will build the God-Conferment Platform and place the God roll. I hope that Grandmaster will appear and prevent the rascals from spying on this place."
As soon as he finished speaking, a jade light descended from the night sky and hung on the God-Conferment Platform.
Yin and Yang Qi appeared around the God-Conferment Platform. The two Qi intertwined and turned into four barriers that completely enveloped the God-Conferment Platform.
If the Saint attacked, the God roll would not be damaged.
From today onwards, if Jie School wanted to plot against the God roll, they would have to pass through the methods set up by the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning.
Yang Jian bowed and left. Bai Jian waited at the God-Conferment Platform. He was originally the spirit guarding the God roll. In the future, he was destined to have a huge opportunity.
After settling the God roll, Yang Jian returned to the military camp. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he had to patrol the four camps in the next few days.
The Zhou Army actually already had the power to conquer the East. However, that power was still not enough. It could not guarantee that after destroying the King of Shang, the Zhou Army would still have enough power to deter the world and let King Wu ascend the throne.
He still had to wait for a few more days.
Wen Zhong …
In terms of military matters …
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. He casually took a piece of cloth and wrote a huge word. He took a jade token, wrapped the cloth around the jade token, and threw the jade token out.
It was so troublesome, but it was also on a whim.
Looking at the familiar layout in the tent, Yang Jian felt inexplicably familiar.
He had been living here for the past two years …
After thinking for a while, he released his essence soul incarnation and sat there. His true body used the 72 transformations and turned into a gray sparrow that flew out of the military camp. He flew back to the backyard of the Yang Residence and entered the pavilion where he and Ao Xinke lived.
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