My … my cultivation is gone …
When Du Xing Sun woke up from his coma, he immediately realized that his entire body was empty without any magic power. His immortal body was limp and powerless.
When he tried to look inside himself, he felt dizzy. His consciousness was also gone.
"Eat it."
A shout came from beside his ear. Du Xing Sun then realized that he was sitting on a chair somewhere. Turning his head, Du Xing Sun subconsciously jumped to the side. His body trembled lightly, and his legs gave way. He knelt on the ground.
He was in a side room. There were pink curtains everywhere, and the only thing he could smell was the thick scent of cosmetics.
Yang Jian sat to the side and drank by himself. A pill was placed on the table, giving off a strange medicinal fragrance.
Just as Du Xing Sun was about to speak, the pill turned into a stream of light and burrowed into his throat. Yang Jian also put down his wine cup and stood up.
"Eldest, eldest senior brother …"
"Don't worry, your Dao foundation is still there. As long as you put in more effort, you can recover your cultivation."
Yang Jian's voice was still calm, so calm that it almost drove Du Xing Sun crazy.
Du Xing Sun swallowed, his Adam's apple trembling. He felt the pill burrow into his stomach and turn into waves of heat that filled his entire body.
This, this is the medicinal power of healing wounds?
Du Xing Sun was truly confused. Yang Jian stripped him of his cultivation, so why did he give him a healing pill?
"You are a disciple of Chanism, and I am of the same generation as you. Naturally, I will not take your life." Yang Jian walked to Du Xing Sun's side. "That pill is called the Dragon and Tiger Good Fortune. It can help you recover the strength of your immortal body. Of course, it has other uses. You will find out later."
Yang Jian suddenly smiled. "You like women?"
Du Xing Sun's Adam's apple trembled. "Yes, yes …"
"Actually, I have not severed my feelings. What you did before was actually an impulse that many men have." Yang Jian's words seemed to give Du Xing Sun a chance to turn things around.
"Eldest Senior Brother is right. I … I was momentarily blinded by greed."
"But remember," Yang Jian's expression gradually turned cold, "if a man can't even control himself, he can only be like trash. As a disciple of the Dao Sect, you have tarnished the name of the Dao Sect. How can you be exempted from punishment? "
With that, Yang Jian stood up and patted Du Xing Sun's shoulder. At the same time, he healed the injuries on his Dao Body.
Then, Yang Jian's figure split into two right in front of Du Xing Sun. His original body turned into a skylark and flew out the window, while his second body turned into a middle-aged man dressed in embroidered clothes.
"Eldest Senior Brother?"
"Enjoy it." The avatar left behind by Yang Jian turned its head and smiled. It turned and walked towards the door. Just as Du Xing Sun was about to stand up and follow, he realized that his limbs were not listening to him. He began to undress himself.
Du Xing Sun carefully sensed that there seemed to be a few forces around him that were pushing him to do that.
While he was in a daze, Yang Jian's incarnation had already opened the door. A group of women surged in from outside. All of them spoke coquettishly, but they circled around Yang Jian and walked towards Du Xing Sun, who was in a daze.
She was plump and skinny, showing off her beauty.
Her waist swayed gently, softening a man's heart.
Du Xing Sun was at a loss. Yang Jian had already disappeared, but there was an endless stream of women walking in from the door. They even lifted him up and sent him to the bed. One by one, they began to undress.
In the corner outside the door, a few stewards of the brothel stood respectfully beside Yang Jian and listened to Yang Jian's incarnation's lecture.
Yang Jian said, "There are a hundred people. If one of them is missing or if someone steals the work, don't blame me for taking back the gold."
"Master, don't worry. I've already made the arrangements. I've called over the beautiful ladies from the nearby families …"
Yang Jian smiled and nodded.
An old maid asked softly, "Master, do you have a grudge against that person or …"
"That's my distant cousin. Because he's short and petite, he's been bullied since he was young. He hasn't touched a woman for decades," Yang Jian's incarnation said solemnly. "He has lost his five elements. A divination master said that he only has two months left to live. I only gave him this because I think he's pitiful. "
Yang Jian raised his hand, and another bag of gold pancakes flew out of his sleeve. "Serve him well. Don't make a sound."
"But Master, ordinary men can't handle three or four ladies. If there are a hundred of them … it'll take a few days and nights …"
Yang Jian raised his hand again, and two bags of gold pancakes flew out and landed in front of the three of them.
"Prepare more tonics and medicinal soup to liven things up. You don't seem to lack these."
The few of them immediately understood something and hurriedly nodded and bowed in agreement. After sending Yang Jian to a private room downstairs for tea, they called a few strong men to guard the doors and windows.
It was probably impossible for him to escape.
Yang Jian's incarnation chased the women out of the private room and sat there with his eyes closed to rest. He listened to the commotion on the second floor with a faint smile.
He scanned with his spiritual senses and saw some unbearable scenes. Du Xingsun was actually in high spirits …
Seriously.
Let's wait and see if he can still be like this three days later.
The Dragon-Tiger Fortune Pill was actually obtained from Ao Ji. It was a "good thing" that Ao Ji had secretly given to Yang Jian. It was a precious pill that the Dragon Sons often used to liven things up. They could fight bravely without using mystical powers or Dharma spells.
Yang Jian's incarnation shook his head gently and closed his eyes to rest. Most of his attention was focused on his main body.
He did not come to Chaoge City just to punish Du Xingsun. After all, there were many big cities in the human world. Such places could be found everywhere.
The Primordial World was not exactly the same as the history of Hua Xia that Yang Jian knew. Although it was the Battle of Gods and the replacement of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, the cities of the human race were already very prosperous.
The only thing that was similar was the general trend of the world.
The skylark that Yang Jian had transformed into spread its wings and soared. Although there were immortals hidden in Chaoge City, it was not too difficult for Yang Jian to avoid their eyes and ears.
He went straight to Jiang Shang's residence.
Previously, Muzha had brought Yang Jian's letter to Jiang Shang. Yang Jian had thought that Jiang Shang would be persuaded by him. However, according to Muzha, Jiang Shang was still hesitant.
That was why Yang Jian decided to make a trip personally. At the same time, he wanted to understand the situation in Chaoge City. It would be best if he could obtain some information about the military and defense of the Shang Dynasty.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy could you win a hundred battles.
From afar, Yang Jian saw the residence of Jiang Shang and the White Rabbit Spirit, Lady Rou 'er.
Hundreds of flowers were blooming in the residence, and there were people everywhere. There were countless servants and maids. The treasury was filled with gold, silver, and jewelry. It could be considered a common wealthy merchant's residence in Chaoge City.
The skylark that Yang Jian had transformed into landed on a fake mountain in the backyard. The bird tilted its head and looked at the window of the pavilion not far away. The man and woman who were hugging each other …
Jiang Shang seemed to have become much younger. His white hair was no longer black, and his face was no longer wrinkled. He was full of energy and looked like a scholar in his forties or fifties. His cultivation level had also improved greatly.
Rou 'er, who was in his arms, still looked the same as before. She was even more radiant.
The two of them looked at each other. They were naturally affectionate and harmonious.
Yang Jian almost pulled the Celestial Dog out and took the opportunity to feed his beloved dog …
The land of gentleness, the embrace of a beauty, the grave of a hero, the Sword Burial Abyss.
Jiang Shang's fighting spirit had already been depleted. It was no wonder that he was unwilling to become an official several times. He only wanted to hug Rou 'er here and spend the rest of his life.
Yang Jian thought for a while and thought that he might as well fulfill Jiang Shang's wish. However, he felt that if he could not let Jiang Shang fulfill his dream of being a minister and a duke, he would owe him something. Forget it.
At most, I'll let Jiang Shang go to the Zhou Capital to do an idle job. It won't affect me and Rou 'er.
Yang Jian coughed and returned to his true form. He stood on the fake mountain and released a wisp of aura.
"Jiang Shang? Do you know him? "
In the pavilion, Rou 'er jumped to the side like a frightened rabbit and looked out of the window warily. Jiang Shang, on the other hand, stared at it for a while and revealed an awkward expression. He stood up and bowed to Yang Jian from afar.
"Perfected Lord, please enter the front hall to rest!" Jiang Shang shouted and flew out barefooted. He bowed to Yang Jian repeatedly. "I didn't welcome you earlier. Atone, atone! Madam! What are you waiting for? This is Perfected Lord Erlang, the current Prime Minister of the Zhou Nation! "
Rou 'er hurriedly bowed and blushed. She quickly tidied up her clothes. Naturally, she did not know that Yang Jian was the one who had helped her achieve what she had today.
Jiang Shang was rather respectful to Yang Jian. After all, Yang Jian had already persuaded him to become an official several times and promised him a high position and a generous salary. It was not too much for Jiang Shang to be polite to Yang Jian.
"Perfected Lord, why didn't you tell me in advance that you're coming to my residence?"
Jiang Shang awkwardly took the cloth shoes from the maidservant and put them on. Yang Jian waited quietly at the side with a smile on his lips.
"Now, I'm a minister of the Zhou Nation. The Shang Dynasty is at war. It's not convenient for me to send a message."
"Perfected Lord, please forgive me for my lack of etiquette."
"There's no need to be so polite."
The two of them exchanged pleasantries and entered the front hall. They took their seats as guests and hosts.
Yang Jian asked with a smile, "Uncle-Master Jiang, have your ambitions been worn away in Chaoge City?"
Jiang Shang smiled awkwardly and sighed. "It's not that I don't have my original ambitions. It's just … forget it. Let's not talk about what happened in the past. Now that I've settled down in Chaoge City, I'm living a carefree and happy life. I don't want to enter the dispute again."
Yang Jian nodded gently and said, "How enviable."
Thinking about it carefully, if the God-Conferment was a quagmire, he had pulled Jiang Shang out, but he had fallen into it …
After all, Yang Jian had already done many things by relying on the Karmic Luck and fortuitous encounters of becoming a god, and he'd reached his previous expectations. So, he couldn't make sarcastic remarks.
The maidservant served tea. Jiang Shang and Yang Jian chatted with confidence. However, they talked about the wonderful method of peaceful cultivation and not the war in the South Continent.
Yang Jian was multitasking. On one hand, he was discussing scriptures with Jiang Shang, and on the other hand, he was monitoring Du Xingsun's condition.
He would definitely not die. The Dragon-Tiger Creation Pill could not only keep Du Xingsun full of energy at all times, but it could also strengthen his foundation.
However, after this time, would Du Xingsun still be interested in women …
He had no choice but to find out.
He glanced at Du Xingsun's condition and realized that his eyes were starting to lose focus. The women were only halfway there …
"Perfected Lord … Haha, I'll change my title first. I understand why the Prime Minister is here this time. I, Jiang Shang, am rather touched by the Prime Minister's love. However, I'm already at the end of my life this year. I no longer have any thoughts of becoming an official. "
Yang Jian looked at Jiang Shang with a faint smile. This fellow was clearly more "energetic" than before, yet he still dared to call himself "old".
In that case, it would take some effort to explain.
Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, Madam Rou 'er walked over from the backyard with some tea and snacks.
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