"You actually didn't use the countermeasures that I racked my brains to think of for you," Xiao Lan muttered.
Her movements were smooth and smooth, causing the "array" that Yang Jian had painstakingly set up for a long time to collapse.
Yang Jian only smiled and did not say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the situation on the chessboard.
Xiao Lan did not say anything. She knew that Yang Jian must have other concerns. She sat there quietly and waited for Yang Jian to make his move.
The carriage moved forward. The horse's hooves tapped lightly, and the gentle wind whistled.
"What you said earlier …" Xiao Lan pinched the chess piece and asked calmly, "Were you joking when you said that you wanted to become sworn brothers with me?"
"How could it be a joke?" Yang Jian looked up at her and thought for a while. He smiled and said, "I admire Brother Xiao's carefree and unrestrained character. I also admire Young Master Xiao's schemes. You and I hit it off and are close friends. Isn't it natural for us to become sworn brothers?"
Xiao Lan snorted. "Why are you doing these boring things that only mortals do?"
"To show that we have a good relationship." Yang Jian threw the chess piece in his hand casually. "Reopen."
Xiao Lan raised her eyebrows proudly, as if she was happy to be able to win against Yang Jian.
Everyone in the Zhou Army knew that this Young Master Xiao and Yang Jian were close. They treated Young Master Xiao as Yang Jian's advisor and trusted aide. Only a few generals who could see through her disguise would constantly remind themselves not to be too close to this Young Master Xiao.
It was obvious that they were close friends. Cultivators should be wary of such things.
The two of them began a new round of killing. Yang Jian was quickly pressed onto the chessboard and kept rubbing against it. He frowned and kept thinking. However, Xiao Lan still had to deliberately tease him and leave him a glimmer of hope …
After a while, Xiao Lan suddenly asked, "Do you think I should be a woman or a man?"
"This … is up to you." Yang Jian looked up at Xiao Lan and sighed with a smile. "I have different thoughts from others. I respect your true personality."
Xiao Lan was stunned.
In the Primordial World, there was probably no such thought.
In this aspect, Yang Jian, as someone from the later generations, was experienced and knowledgeable. He had seen Xiao Lan's situation many times.
Xiao Lan placed the chess piece down and sat there with her head lowered.
"What happened?" Yang Jian was trying to figure out a way to break the formation. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Lan. The latter was secretly wiping the corners of her eyes. It seemed like she was crying.
What? Yang Jian blinked and felt a little pity for Xiao Lan.
It wasn't easy. She had awakened her true gender, but she couldn't get the slightest bit of recognition from her surroundings …
Why would Yang Jian feel this way?
When Xiao Lan changed into her original female attire, she looked very uncomfortable in front of others. However, when she changed into this male attire, she smiled at the world with her head held high. Every movement she made was filled with confidence.
Therefore, when Yang Jian came to this conclusion, he kept reminding himself in his heart —
"Treat Xiao Lan like a real man!"
"Don't cry. Everything will get better," Yang Jian comforted warmly.
Xiao Lan said hoarsely, "I've known since I was young that the cultivation secret techniques, mystical abilities, and Dharma treasures of my clan are only passed down to the males of the family."
Yang Jian frowned. Just as he was about to comfort her, she looked up at Yang Jian.
Her eyes were misty, but she stubbornly held back her tears, causing the corners of her eyes to gradually turn red.
"Do you think it's funny? You're a disciple of a famous sect and have been taught by a peerless mighty figure. You were born in the five continents of the Primordial World. Naturally, you don't know the various forms of cultivation in the trichiliocosm. "
Xiao Lan said in a low voice, "The trichiliocosm cultivation seems to be prosperous, but in fact, the treasures and cultivation techniques are far inferior to the five continents of the Primordial World. The cultivators everywhere are fighting for immortal treasures. I only have my grandmother's protection. That's why I'm in a good situation. "
"Such rules have long been around. It's normal. After all, women will be used by their own families and sects as bargaining chips to marry other families when they need it. If secret techniques are passed down, the roots of the clan will be exposed. "
"The trichiliocosm is also a part of the Primordial World. The Celestial Court has unified these worlds that have been forgotten by the Saints of the Primordial World. It's actually a good thing for more cultivators. That's because most cultivators can at least live in peace … "
After Xiao Lan finished speaking, she gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and smiled sadly at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian only sighed softly.
The place where he and Xiao Lan met back then was the small world that was about to wither. In the small world that only had a Dao cultivation mystic realm, all living beings could actually be seen.
The reason why the Middle Continent of the five continents had the name "Divine Continent" was because it was the cultivation holy land that the cultivators of the trichiliocosm yearned for.
"Brother Xiao, how many relatives do you have in your family?"
"Only Grandmother and I." Xiao Lan wiped her tears and coughed, as if she had gotten rid of her emotions just now. She looked at the army that was advancing at the side. "Father died in a battle with his enemies, leaving behind a pregnant mother. Later, Mother wanted to take revenge for Father and went down the mountain alone. In the end, there was no news of her."
Yang Jian frowned. "Your grandmother is there. Are there still powerful enemies that you can't deal with in your world?"
"Of course there are. The interference is quite deep. Feuds and old grudges have been around since ancient times. Many experts have been born in the trichiliocosm. Grandmother also has scruples about not attacking."
When Xiao Lan said that, her emotions were a little dim. There was even a self-deprecating smile on her lips.
"However, later on, Grandmother made a breakthrough and finally killed that sect. It can be considered as avenging my parents."
Yang Jian comforted, "The past is over. Don't be too sad."
"I became the only successor of the clan. A few years ago, I had already sworn a heavy oath to never marry." Xiao Lan looked up at Yang Jian and hesitated.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "If I don't marry, you will marry me. What's wrong with that?"
"Pfft." Xiao Lan's face turned slightly red. "What do I have to marry you!"
Yang Jian pondered for a while. He really did not know what kind of panacea could change a person's gender at will.
He might be able to get some clues if he asked Martial Uncle Taiyi …
"I'm not telling you all this for you to comfort me. How about it? My days are very comfortable. I live like a prince and don't have to worry about longevity." Xiao Lan said with a cold face. "I'm saying …"
"Say it. I'm listening."
"Say it …" Xiao Lan gritted her teeth. Her pretty face was a little red, but she could not open her mouth to speak.
Yang Jian raised his hand and set up a layer of Xuanqi. He said calmly, "I'll use Xuanqi to block the outside world from seeing. You can be at ease and speak boldly."
"Me!"
"Okay! Just say it. I will definitely keep it a secret for you. "
Xiao Lan sighed dejectedly. She held her forehead and looked at Yang Jian helplessly. "I don't want to be a man. What's so good about being a man? I'm just, um, thinking of myself as the future head of the Xiao Clan and constantly restraining myself. You know how a woman looks like. In the end … I'm too easy to be bullied. I don't have much of a deterrent force. "
Yang Jian nodded his head with a serious expression. Then, the corner of his mouth began to twitch. In the end, he could not help but laugh. He slapped his thighs and leaned back.
Xiao Lan grabbed a chess piece and threw it at him. "What are you laughing at!"
"Hahahaha! You think you have deterrent force with this appearance? Hahaha! I can't take it anymore! Let me laugh for a while! "
"Ah … Annoying!"
Xiao Lan stomped her feet. She gritted her teeth and looked like she was going to punch and kick Yang Jian. Of course, it was just a few gestures.
"You still say that you're good friends with me. How dare you make fun of me like this!" Xiao Lan spat at Yang Jian and angrily turned around and jumped out of the carriage. She stepped on the heads of a few armored soldiers and flew towards the rear army.
"I'll give you another suggestion unless I take your surname!"
Yang Jian dispersed Xuanqi and sat there laughing non-stop.
When he set up Xuanqi previously, he naturally attracted spiritual senses to check the war chariot. When he dispersed Xuanqi and revealed his true body, he was still sitting there laughing non-stop.
Hence, the immortals of Chanism were puzzled. They did not know why their powerful disciple-nephew was laughing. Was it because he had a good plan to retreat?
The immortals of Jie School muttered in their hearts, but they were afraid that Yang Jian had made another breakthrough …
At that moment, the immortals of the two sects frowned and pondered. They wondered why Yang Jian was laughing.
In the rear army formation, Xiao Lan flew across the sky angrily and landed on the carriage that Princess Long Ji was in.
Not far away, Huang Tianhua, who was riding the Jade Qilin, sighed softly.
If only he was a female immortal disguised as a man. That way, he would be able to chat with the princess without any barriers. He might even be able to sleep on the same pillow and bathe in the same pool …
After Huang Tian transformed, the servants of the Huang Family, Zhou Ji, and Wu Qian followed on horseback. They whispered to each other.
Wu Qian muttered, "What's wrong with the Eldest Young Master? He hasn't been in good spirits. He's still holding a flower every day. "
"He must have been defeated by the Prime Minister." Zhou Ji sighed and said, "The Eldest Young Master has been chasing after the Prime Minister's back. However, the Prime Minister is flying too high and too fast. The Eldest Young Master feels a little powerless … That's probably it."
Wu Qian was enlightened. "I see. I thought that the Eldest Young Master was interested in the princess of the Celestial Court. He has been strolling here for the past few days and did not go to the front and middle armies to supervise."
"How is that possible?" Zhou Ji laughed. "That princess is gentle, polite, virtuous, and virtuous. However, her wisdom and experience are much higher than our Eldest Young Master. As far as men are concerned, most of them are attracted to women who are inferior to them. The Eldest Young Master must have been dealt a blow by the Prime Minister. "
"That makes sense … Old Ji, you actually have such knowledge. Impressive, impressive."
"You flatter me."
The two generals looked at each other and chuckled.
In front, Huang Tianhua sighed and rode the Jade Qilin forward. The two of them hurriedly rode their horses to catch up. They did not forget what Huang Feihu had instructed them to do.
They had to find more opportunities for the Eldest Young Master to make some contributions so that the Eldest Young Master would be more valued in Chanism in the future.
As parents, they had to put in so much effort.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was dark green. The Zhou Army set up camp 130 kilometers away from the border gate. The military formation did not change, and they only waited for tomorrow to continue advancing.
They were actually less than 100 kilometers away from where the two sects were confronting each other. There would be a huge battle tomorrow.
Although he did not think of a good solution, Yang Jian was not afraid of the road ahead. At most, it would be a battle between the Saints and he would continue to walk the original path of becoming a god.
Since Jiang Ziya could be safe and sound after becoming a god, he, the dignified Erlang Shen, would not be so unlucky.
At night, Yang Jian gathered the generals and instructed them about the battle tomorrow. He also strictly ordered Wei Hu and Huang Tianhua not to leave the military formation easily and to lead their troops to await orders.
"The front army must arrive here tomorrow at noon, but they are not allowed to enter." Yang Jian pointed at the sand table. It was the entrance to a canyon. Behind the canyon was the border gate, and above the canyon were immortal clouds.
Huang Feihu looked at the sand table and pondered. He replied casually, "Yes."
Wei Hu asked, "Eldest Senior Brother, how confident are you in this battle?"
"There are many seniors from the sect in this battle. It's not under my control."
Xiao Lan was still brooding over the fact that Yang Jian did not use her strategy. She complained softly, "If you use the method I mentioned, the immortals of Jie School might have already fallen into chaos."
Yang Jian replied in a low voice, "The battle between more than ten personal disciples of the Saint might be like the last time. The Saint would have no choice but to appear."
The generals were silent. Xiao Lan frowned, but she suddenly realized that she had neglected that …
"Don't worry," Yang Jian said warmly. "I won't stand out in this battle. When the immortals in the sky finish fighting, it will be the time for us to attack the World Tablet Pass."
Huang Tianhua suddenly said, "If Chanism loses, what will happen next?"
Everyone looked over. Huang Tianhua shrank his neck and silently held his forehead. He could not stop smiling bitterly.
He had been in a mess for the past few days. He could not stay calm. Now that he had not been in the limelight, he had even embarrassed himself. How would the princess look at him …
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