"So it's Uncle-Master Shen … Sorry, sorry. I'm cultivating in the Dragon Clamping Mountain. My Dao name is Tu Xing Sun."
"You and I are of the same generation. There's no need to call me Uncle-Master. Cultivators are all fellow Daoists! Fellow Daoist Tu, greetings. "
"I wouldn't dare …"
Tu Xing Sun immediately responded in a fluster. His Dao heart was inexplicably elated. He felt that the Daoist in front of him was exceptionally close.
When Shen Gongbao started to deceive deities, even mighty figures and great Divine Powers would not be able to help but fall into his trap, let alone a 'dabbler' like Du Xing Sun who had only cultivated for a few years and whose Dao heart was not even half complete.
In a few words, Shen Gongbao and Tu Xing Sun sat under a tree and learned about Tu Xing Sun's thoughts.
Tu Xing Sun felt that this Uncle-Master, who was "not accepted by Chanism", had the same roots and fate as him. Their fates were similar, so he immediately treated him as a confidant. He complained to Shen Gongbao about how his master did not like him …
Shen Gongbao enlightened him from the side. In just a moment, he pointed out a bright path for Tu Xing Sun.
Half a day later, Shen Gongbao rode the black leopard and headed east. Tu Xing Sun sat under the tree and was stunned for a while. Then, he gritted his teeth and used the Earth Escape technique to return to the Dragon Clamping Mountain.
After hesitating for another half a day, Tu Xing Sun entered the side cave of the Flying Cloud Cave in fear. He was afraid that he would stay behind to hide his treasures.
Tu Xing Sun took out three healing immortal pills and placed them in his arms in case he needed them.
Among the many treasures, Tu Xing Sun found the strongest "Immortal-Binding Rope" and wrapped it around his waist. He turned around and left the Flying Cloud Cave.
I'm leaving just like that?
Tu Xing Sun hesitated for a while. He turned to look at the scenery around the Flying Cloud Cave and the cave door.
He bowed and kowtowed three times. Without saying a word, Tu Xing Sun burrowed into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fellow Daoist Shen is right!
Master does not value me because he does not believe in my abilities. He feels that I can't compare to Yang Jian, Nezha, and the others!
Forget about Eldest Senior Brother Yang Jian. He was an indomitable figure in the Primordial World. He could not compare to him. However, what was the difference between Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Jinzha and Muzha?
Would he be able to call the wind and summon the rain just because he was tall? Would he be taken care of by Eldest Senior Brother in every possible way and build a career in the secular world of the South Continent?
He was determined to teach his senior and junior brothers a lesson and let them know that he, Tu Xing Sun, wasn't completely useless!
Du Xing Sun's Earth Escape was soundless. This divine art had truly reached the acme of perfection.
Not long after he left, a pair of eyes slowly opened in the depths of the Flying Cloud Cave. Aside from a bit of relief and a bit of melancholy, there was also a sigh.
This was none other than:
The earth element does not know the benevolence of his teacher, when the time comes, he will enter the apotheosis.
…
Zhou Capital, Yang Manor.
Three days later, another letter was placed on Yang Jian's desk. This time, it was Muzha who sent the letter back. After Nezha went to Chentang Pass, he stayed at home and tried his best to persuade Li Jing to follow the Zhou Dynasty.
The letter was still written by Deng Jiugong. It was a reply to Di Xin's second decree.
Di Xin urged Deng Jiugong to send troops again. His words were already filled with ruthlessness. However, Deng Jiugong still insisted on not sending troops. He used the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the five passes to plead with Di Xin and asked them to defend instead of attacking …
Yang Jian pondered carefully. Actually, he did not need to do anything. Now, the tyrannical Di Xin, who had no bearing and vision, would give a strict order for Deng Jiugong to send troops to fight the Zhou Army to the death.
"I have to do something."
Yang Jian thought for a while and wrote two simple letters to Muzha. One was to be sent to Chaoge City and given to either Fei or You. The other was to Chaoge City's Jiang Shang.
Jiang Ziya did not agree to King Wu's conquest. Yang Jian was a little surprised. He simply asked Muzha to send a letter to Jiang Shang.
Fei Zhong and You Hun had already become Yang Jian's "eyes and ears". Yang Jian ordered the two of them to speak to Di Xin and say that Deng Jiugong had troops and was self-respecting.
Yang Jian was already familiar with such a plan.
The other letter was to persuade Jiang Shang to come. Yang Jian clearly said in the letter that he would leave the mortal world of the South Continent after he became a god. King Wu of Zhou needed someone to assist him. On the account that Jiang Shang was from Jie School and was quite talented, he had to focus on nurturing him.
More or less, he was a little shameless …
However, Yang Jian's heart did not waver. He even felt a little smug.
Muzha left in a hurry. Yang Jian continued to deal with political matters. There were always officials and generals coming and going in the small study room. There were many people everywhere in the Yang Residence. It was a bustling scene.
When it was lunchtime, Yang Xiaochan came to call Yang Jian to rest for half a day. Yang Jian readily agreed and went to his mother's courtyard to sit for four hours.
Yohime made some tea and snacks. Ao Xinke brewed a pot of good tea. The family of four had a small gathering, but there were many people accompanying them.
Chu Qian felt more and more peaceful. The demonic aura on her body gradually faded, and she began to condense immortal aura.
That was Yohime's credit. After all, Yohime was the White Lotus Princess of the Celestial Court. Chu Qian served her, so she had the "status" of a fairy. It was reasonable for her to produce immortal aura.
After all, the so-called immortal aura was just a "reward" and "blessing" given by the Heavenly Dao to the immortals of the Celestial Court.
Mei Kongmei naturally could not come to such an occasion. She seemed to be imprisoned. The courtyard was surrounded by immortal soldiers. The Six Friends of the Mei Mountain took turns to guard outside the courtyard, lest she would suddenly attack.
Feng Wu and Feng Shan rarely showed up. Feng Shan seemed to have come out of the haze. She was intimate with Yang Xiaochan and became her "best friend" after Liu Ya.
On the other hand, Feng Wu seemed to be much more composed, and she'd become even more reticent. Every single move she made carried a gentle bearing, and she had a unique charm.
"My son has worked hard for Prince of Zhou in recent years. He has really suffered a lot." Yohime put a bowl of soup in front of Yang Jian and said gently, "Don't be too tired. Let your junior brothers do more things. Don't put thousands of things on yourself."
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Mother, don't worry. I know all this."
Yohime sighed softly, "Your uncle has the same temperament as you. When I was in the Celestial Court, I saw that he didn't rest every day and asked about everything."
"Mother, you don't blame uncle?"
"What else can I do?" Yohime said softly with a faint sad smile on her lips, "But after all, we can't blame him. Even if we blame him, we can't go back …"
Yang Jian was silent. Ao Xinke gently grabbed her mother-in-law's left hand to comfort her.
"Mother," Yang Jian suddenly asked, "After becoming a god, if my uncle conscripted me to be an official in the Celestial Court, will you stop me from going?"
"My son is already so big, and he is already a famous cultivator. He can make his own decisions about these things. Why ask me?" Yohime's eyes were full of gentleness, "If you want to go, then go. If you feel embarrassed, I can go to the Celestial Court for you personally. If you don't want to go, let's go back to Mount Mei and cultivate together. "
There was a slight ripple in Yang Jian's heart. He nodded gently to Yohime and said with a smile, "The matter of becoming a god has already made me anxious. I really don't want to care about the matter of the Celestial Court."
"You can decide for yourself." Yohime took Ao Xinke's slender hand and suddenly said something irrelevant, "What I'm thinking about now is when you can have a son and a daughter."
Ao Xinke had a high cultivation level, but she could only act like a little girl at that moment. Her face was red and she did not know what to say.
Yang Jian laughed a few times and said, "Up to fate." However, he did not know that there was a drawback to cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. It was difficult for him to have descendants if his body was not strong enough.
Just like that, Yang Jian spent his days leisurely in the capital of Zhou. He was busy half the day and idle the other half. Although he did not go to the border of Zhou to command the front line, he was calculating the situation of the entire South Continent in his small study.
Things were much easier since there was no movement from Jie School.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. On Yang Jian's desk, there were six more letters written by Deng Jiugong. The last letter was rather sad and indignant. He wanted to go out and "die together" with the Zhou army.
There were rumors in Chaoge City. Half of the 400 towns in the south and east had secretly expressed their goodwill to the Western Zhou Dynasty, and a small number of them had secretly pledged their loyalty.
In the Zhou Nation, the military power of the marquises in the various towns was continuously reduced. The number of private troops of the marquises could not exceed ten thousand. The garrison troops in the various places directly listened to the military affairs office of the Zhou Nation. Huang Feihu would dispatch and arrange them to disrupt the various arrangements.
Establishing a system was a very complicated project. Fortunately, Yang Jian had the support of immortal arts and had a preliminary framework.
Three days later, the Shang army of the Azure Dragon Pass set off. Nezha returned to the camp when he heard the news. The two armies set up their stances. The Shang army had 600,000 troops and the Zhou army had more than 800,000 troops.
Another five days later, a battle report was sent over by the jade token. It was not a victory report, but a request for help from the frontline.
Yang Jian was not too anxious. After looking at the jade talisman, he casually threw it to the side.
Nezha was injured by the Five-Light Stone. Huang Tianhua and Jinzha were captured. Muzha was afraid that things would not be resolved, so he hurriedly asked Yang Jian for help.
"Du Xingsun …"
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