There were priorities. To Yang Jian, the grievances in Long Ji's heart could not compare to the life of the King of Martial Arts.
After sending a voice transmission to Ao Xinke to comfort Long Ji, Yang Jian immediately rushed to the main tent. He wanted to ask Hiroshige how to find the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du. However, before he could take two steps, Yang Jian felt as if he had fallen into a swamp.
Everything around him seemed to be extending infinitely, and the light in front of him was being distorted.
Yang Jian was shocked and immediately focused. He felt a gaze above his head and looked up.
There was an indomitable giant standing behind him!
After taking a closer look, he realized that the giant was the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du. At that moment, he was smiling sinisterly and pressing his huge palm down on Yang Jian.
"Break!"
Yang Jian scolded softly, and a profound handle surged out from his body. The profound handle was like a blade that cut off that faintly discernible Daoist Rhyme.
In the blink of an eye, everything around him shrank rapidly. The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's body was constantly "shrinking".
Actually, it was not that Xuan Du had become smaller, but that Yang Jian had returned to normal.
"Uncle-Master, you really have the nature to tease me."
Yang Jian did not know whether to laugh or cry. Xuan Du smiled awkwardly and said, "This is a Cosmic Technique. Do you want to learn it? I'll teach you. "
"Thank you, Uncle-Master." Yang Jian extended his hand and waited quietly.
Xuan Du smiled and said, "What are you doing? Follow me to see how the King of Martial Arts is doing. "
Yang Jian said, "Without the jade token, how can I impart my skills?"
"I naturally have to teach such a great technique personally. When you go to Xuandu City." Xuan Du waved his hand. A white cloud appeared under Yang Jian's feet and carried him up.
Yang Jian asked, "Uncle-Master, since you know that the medicinal power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill can't last long, why didn't you rush over earlier?"
Xuan Du smiled and sighed. "Actually, I didn't know it would be like this. The Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir should have been enough for a Martial King to hold on until the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was broken. Perhaps there were other changes. We'll know once we go and investigate."
Yang Jian pondered for a while. Before he could say anything, the surrounding light flashed, and Xuan Du said, "We're here."
Lowering his head, he saw that he had arrived at a certain forest in the Zhou Country. A golden tent was rather eye-catching.
The two of them landed on the ground, and the startled soldiers surrounded them with their swords and sabers. When they saw Yang Jian, they quickly knelt down.
"How is the king?"
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you're finally here!"
The white-haired old official welcomed Yang Jian and Xuan Du in with tears and snot flowing down his face. The officials who had followed the Emperor to the east had already knelt down in front of the bed, discussing how to treat the King. Some of them were even arguing until their faces were red.
As soon as Yang Jian arrived, the people in front of the bed immediately quieted down. The Martial King, who had been sleeping all this time, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Jian.
"Prime Minister … I … am really useless …"
"Your Majesty, don't speak first," Yang Jian said in a low voice. He asked the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du to diagnose the Martial King. Xuan Du placed a finger on the Martial King's wrist and pondered quietly.
Yang Jian asked, "Is it because of the medicinal effects?"
"The medicinal effects are full and not much has been consumed," Xuan Du said calmly. "It's just that I misjudged a little previously. After all, the Martial King is just a mortal soul."
An old official behind him shouted, "The King is the true Son of Heaven!"
Yang Jian turned around and glanced at the old official. He hurriedly knelt down, his face covered in cold sweat.
Why are they so superstitious!
However, on second thought, the mortals of the Primordial World seemed to be ruled by this superstitious power. It could not be said that they were ignorant. It was purely the influence of the environment.
The immortals and gods were flying around in the sky. It was impossible not to be superstitious.
"The King patrols the four seas and eight wastelands on behalf of the heavens. He is naturally the true Son of Heaven," Yang Jian said calmly. "However, the King is still a mortal because this is the King's cultivation path. If the King personally governs and loves the people, the weather in the mortal world will be smooth and the four seas will be peaceful. After passing down the throne, he will naturally ascend. That is the Dao. "
"Just like King Zhou, he cultivated the blessing of the human emperor in his previous life. However, he was tyrannical and went against the law. He harmed the mortal world. After he died, he would naturally not have any peace."
As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, the officials in the tent fell silent. They looked at the Martial King with even more submission.
The ideological construction of the Zhou Nation's management team had to be followed up at any time to prevent any trouble.
"Uncle-Master, is there any way?"
"There's no good way. Even if the Martial King were to cultivate now, I'm afraid he won't be able to make it in time."
Xuan Du chuckled and crossed his arms as he looked at the Martial King, who was gradually recovering. He said with a smile, "The King will probably faint twice a day in the morning and dusk. At this time, the period of fainting is still short, about a moment. In the future, it will return to two to four hours. You don't have to worry."
Yang Jian frowned and said, "You don't want to use this pill anymore?"
"Do you think the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill is a sweet bean? I want to go to the Tushita Palace and ask for it too! " Xuan Du glared at Yang Jian. "If it weren't for the fact that the other pills can't be dissolved by the Martial King, I really wouldn't be willing to take out this Nine Revolutions Golden Pill!"
Yang Jian laughed awkwardly. The Martial King was already able to sit up with the help of the palace servants.
Seeing that the Martial King was fine, Yang Jian gave a few instructions to the officials, then bid farewell to the Martial King and rushed back to the Tong Pass.
The Martial King also knew that there was a battle between immortals ahead. He took Yang Jian's hand and said a few words like "take care of yourself", which made Yang Jian's heart feel a little warm.
When they flew back into the air, Xuan Du flew quite slowly this time. Obviously, he wanted to have a private chat with Yang Jian.
"The Martial King is also a rare benevolent ruler."
Yang Jian sighed with emotion. He always felt that he had fought so hard for the Zhou Kingdom, and it was more or less in return.
Xuan Du pursed his lips. "How can he not be benevolent? The number one official under him is an immortal who can crush him to death at any time. Other than treading on thin ice, trembling with fear and not daring to make any mistakes, what else can he do? "
Yang Jian was a little speechless. He always felt that there was something wrong with what Xuan Du said, but he couldn't refute it.
At least the Martial King's eyes were very sincere, and Yang Jian had a good impression of him.
Xuan Du suddenly asked, "Kid, how do you think this battle will end?"
Yang Jian casually replied, "Naturally, my Chanism will win a complete victory. After all, Chanism conforms to the heavens and has the initiative. The Ten Thousand Immortal Array seems tyrannical, but in fact, it is strong on the outside and weak on the inside. It is not a problem to break it."
That answer was reasonable and in line with Yang Jian's identity as a disciple of Chanism.
"Don't be polite." Xuan Du's sleeves fluttered gently, and the surrounding light and shadows were a little distorted. "Tell me what you really think. The Heavenly Dao cannot pry into my arrangements."
Yang Jian looked at Xuan Du and was speechless.
He originally thought that his master was strong enough by constantly breaking through to the Saint realm and was only a step away from the Saint realm.
However, as he became more familiar with Xuan Du, he was impressed by Xuan Du's unpredictable and endless methods. He felt that the closer he was to Xuan Du, the more he could not see through him.
Yang Jian said, "The Dao Sect will decline because of this. The Western Sect will take advantage of the situation to rise. They might even send many of our disciples away."
"It's not bad to be able to look at this matter from the perspective of the Dao Sect." Xuan Du sighed with a faint smile. "Those few old masters have used the entire Dao Sect. I wonder what they are plotting."
Those words …
Yang Jian pretended not to hear it to prevent himself from being vexed.
After returning to the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, Xuan Du disappeared without a trace. However, the words he left behind made Yang Jian feel a little troubled.
What are the Saints plotting at the expense of the entire Dao Sect …
What are they plotting?
Yang Jian pondered for a long time but could not figure out the reason. In the end, he could only shake his head gently.
As long as the fog was shrouded in fog, there would always be a time when the truth would be revealed.
A voice transmission entered his ears.
"Husband, Cousin is vexed. She said that she wants to go out for a walk. I can't handle it anymore."
Yang Jian walked towards Long Ji's tent. It was better to stabilize his cousin first.
He did not have many relatives and friends. Long Ji was naturally one of them. It was rare for them to hit it off. No matter what, he had to let Long Ji avoid the calamity of the God roll.
As for the considerations of the Celestial Court …
Yang Jian did not take it to heart. Didn't Uncle have many tricks up his sleeves? Apart from using his daughter as an example, there must be other ways to balance the future power of the Celestial Court. Why should I worry for nothing?
When he arrived at the tent, Yang Jian told Long Ji that he had a decree from the Jade Emperor that he could bring ten people to leave the God roll.
Long Ji was a little surprised at first. Then, she said calmly, "Brother, you still don't understand my difficulties. You should leave such an opportunity to the Immortals of Chanism. I descended to the mortal world for this matter. How can I let them down in the end? "
Yang Jian frowned and remained silent. He did not know how to persuade her.
Ao Xinke, however, said, "If you can help others when you are in trouble, will you choose to do so?"
Yang Jian said, "That depends on who it is."
"That's right." Long Ji forced a smile. "Entering the God roll will only damage my Dao base. It's nothing for Father."
"As a parent, how can I be so heartless?"
Long Ji said softly, "Husband, your thoughts don't seem like those of a mighty immortal."
"No matter how capable I am, I came here step by step from being a mortal." Yang Jian shook his head. "No one is born with mystical abilities or Dao techniques. No one is born with a heart of stone like mine."
Ao Xinke pulled Yang Jian and gestured for Yang Jian not to speak ill of the Jade Emperor in front of Long Ji. After all, from Long Ji's words, she respected her father.
"Sister, I won't persuade you about this. Don't tell anyone about the decree," Yang Jian said in a low voice. "However, you have to promise me that you'll let nature take its course. If you're really going to suffer a calamity, I'll do my best to save you. If I save you, you can't court death."
Long Ji wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words.
"Brother, you don't have to be like this …"
"The Primordial World is too big, and there are too few people who are close to me." Yang Jian smiled and said, "Although we're not childhood sweethearts, you're still a relative of my family. I can't watch you die."
Long Ji's eyes flickered when she said that. She did not know why, but she nodded heavily and agreed.
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Long Ji would go to the Ten Thousand Immortal Array to die. Such an action, which was no different from suicide, had to be nipped in the bud.
After instructing Long Ji to recuperate, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke left the tent. Unknowingly, the galaxy was already resplendent.
"Husband, am I considered a family member?"
"You're not," Yang Jian replied with a smile. When he saw that Ao Xinke was a little sad, he hugged her shoulder and whispered, "We're husband and wife. How can we split these?"
Ao Xinke's smile seemed to have been smeared with honey. Even mighty cultivators were afraid of such sweet words …
Yang Jian secretly wiped his sweat and heaved a sigh of relief …
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