Feng Yun waited for another two days. Just when he thought he had to wait a few more days, the system sounded.

"Ding! On August 17, the first year of Zhongping (184), Zhang Jue died of illness in Guangzong."

Although it was just a short notice, the waves it caused were really huge.

Although the imperial court has already sent troops, the Yellow Turban Army is now growing even more rapidly.

The imperial court could only rely on its large army, while the Yellow Turban Army was everywhere.

It was precisely because of the imperial court’s incompetence that the Yellow Turban Army became increasingly difficult to eliminate.

But now that Zhang Jue is dead, all players understand that he was the spiritual pillar of the Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Army.

A god-like figure actually died.

It is conceivable that the blow to the Yellow Turban Army would be extremely severe, even fatal.

In the minds of the Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Army, their great and virtuous teacher could not possibly die.

This is also why the Yellow Turban Army quickly disappeared after Zhang Jue's death in history.

Although it is impossible for players not to know the result, they think it is a game and the result may be different.

But now it seems that things are still proceeding along the historical trajectory.

This caused different reactions from players on both the imperial court and the Yellow Turbans.

"Hahaha, Zhang Jue is dead. Spring has come for us court players."

"Great! I can finally get my revenge. Yellow Turban bandits, wait for me. I'm going to exact my revenge."

“…”

"Damn! This is a game, it shouldn't be influenced by history."

"You bastard, I got cheated. Didn't they say it was a completely open process?"

"Everyone, don't panic. Our Yellow Turban Army has grown powerful now. There's no way the imperial court can defeat us."

“…”

Players said all kinds of things in the forum, but Fengyun was the happiest.

When he heard it, he immediately ran to the altar.

Just put the beasts in in batches.

There have been no sacrifices for several days, and now 80 people can be summoned.

But dozens of people came out one after another and no one showed up.

This made Fengyun wonder if he had summoned it too late.

Or perhaps he needs to be summoned at the moment of his death.

However, the number of summons has approached 80, but Zhang Jue has still not been summoned.

It's almost full.

"Ah!!! Don't catch me! Ox-Head and Horse-Face, get away! I'm a great and virtuous teacher. I've saved countless lives in my life. I can't die so early."

A sudden roar came from the altar, which made Fengyun overjoyed.

The person who calls himself the Great Sage Teacher is undoubtedly Zhang Jue.

"Wake up! Zhang Jue! Your lord is here, why don't you come quickly?"

Zhang Jiao opened his eyes when he felt the terror disappear.

The altar in front of me and the wind and clouds in the center of the altar are terrifying.

"You? Are you my lord?"

"Yes, it was I who summoned you, and it was I who allowed you to be reborn."

At this moment, Zhang Jiao was still struggling in his heart.

It has long been a superior existence.

Now that he is my subordinate, it is normal for him to be unyielding.

However, Fengyun gave him a new life, so he had no choice but to surrender.

There's no way this can change.

"My Lord!"

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth and called out the word "Lord". Feng Yun could tell from his reluctance.

When the master is weak and the ministers are strong, one must learn to balance.

Feng Yun already had Lan Yu and Li Kui by his side, which was a great constraint for Zhang Jiao.

But Fengyun himself must now be respectful to others. Even if he knows Zhang Jue's dissatisfaction, he cannot show it.

Because at this time his loyalty was definitely far inferior to that of Lan Yu and Li Kui.

"Okay! I saved you because you are a great and wise teacher, the leader of the Yellow Turbans. You can't die yet. If you die, they will lose their backbone, and the people of the world will continue to be oppressed by the court."

Fengyun's words instantly made Zhang Jiao's feeling of frustration disappear.

I didn't expect that there is someone in the world who can understand him.

"My Lord! I am deeply distressed. The Yellow Turban Army has now deviated from the trajectory I envisioned. Even if I don't die, the Yellow Turban Army's defeat is inevitable. But I am still unwilling to accept this. I don't want to die like this."

"Oh? I wonder what happened inside you? Can you tell me about it?"

Fengyun knew nothing about the power struggle within the Yellow Turban Army. The more he knew, the more helpful it would be for him to recruit the Yellow Turban Army in the future.

So he was still very curious and hoped that the other party could tell him about it.

Zhang Jue did not hide anything at this time and said:

"Since the Lord wants to hear it, then I have nothing to hide."

Having said this, he sighed and continued:

"Alas! At the beginning of the uprising, we were very united. But after we successfully captured some counties, my two younger brothers and other Yellow Turban generals began to have their own ideas. They began to disobey my orders. Many times, they pretended to obey but secretly disobeyed."

Zhang Jiao took a breath, and seeing that Feng Yun didn't move, he continued:

"Nowadays, oppression of the people is also happening from time to time. What makes me most angry is not that they don't listen to me, but that it feels like they have become another court."

Zhang Jue became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and his face turned red.

Fengyun said quickly at this time:

"Don't be impatient, speak slowly. Who else in the Yellow Turban Army will listen to you?"

"Except for my two younger brothers, Zhang Mancheng and a dozen other generals who control large armies, the rest of the middle and lower-level personnel still listen to me."

"Yeah, I see."

This is the side effect of not having rights constraints. Once one becomes stronger, selfishness will immediately arise.

What is different about this warlord regime?

"Does that mean you can no longer command any of Qu Shuai's troops?"

"Yes. It was already difficult for me to command them before, let alone now that I've died once. It's even more impossible. I can say that I have no connection with the Yellow Turban Army now."

Fengyun was still very disappointed when he heard this. He said this to mean that one's debts would be settled after death.

The system does a very good job in this regard and does not give players any loopholes to exploit.

"Okay, so what do you want to do in the future?"

Even without this layer of use, his personal combat capability cannot be underestimated. Even so, Fengyun still made a huge profit.

"Whatever our plans are, our lord says, we will do."

"good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't summoned any trash.

Since he is a Taoist priest, he has many uses for his skills.

Let him stay in the village for now, and then take him out to fight later.

By the way, I added one more sentence.

"Don't tell anyone else that you are Zhang Jue, or I, your lord, may not be able to save you a second time."

"Yes, my lord. My name is Ajiao now."

"good!"

Fengyun sent him away and took a look at his attributes.

This sight surprised him greatly.