Shen Gongbao asked again, "Which of those saints is the most powerful?" The Antarctic Immortal glanced at Shen Gongbao, seemingly displeased, and said, "Saints are immortal and indestructible; no one knows exactly how powerful they are. However, I've heard that among the saints' disciples, the most powerful are those from Penglai Island. Of their four disciples, three are quasi-saints. The Human Sect only has Xuandu as a disciple; I've never seen him fight, but his cultivation is certainly not weak. My Chan Sect has twelve Golden Immortals, each incredibly powerful. In terms of sheer numbers, the Jie Sect is the most powerful, known as the Ten Thousand Immortals. However, the Jie Sect's disciples are of mixed quality; many are merely creatures with fur and armor. Although their magical power is high, they don't understand destiny and will ultimately fail to achieve the Great Dao." Hearing the Antarctic Immortal's words, Shen Gongbao was somewhat displeased. The Antarctic Immortal clearly looked down on him, since he was an extraordinary being who had attained enlightenment. Moreover, the Antarctic Immortal seemed impatient and stopped asking questions.
Several years passed in the blink of an eye, and this year was the seventh year of Emperor Xin's reign. In the second month of spring, the seventy-two vassal lords of Beihai, led by Yuan Futong, suddenly rose up against the Shang Dynasty, and Chaoge was greatly alarmed upon hearing the news.
Emperor Xin wanted to send Huang Feihu to lead troops to conquer the country, but Grand Tutor Wen Zhong was afraid that Huang Feihu lacked experience and would ruin the country's affairs. So he petitioned Emperor Xin to personally lead the troops to conquer the country, leaving Huang Feihu to guard Chaoge.
On the day Grand Tutor Wen set off for his campaign, Emperor Xin led all the civil and military officials to see him off. After drinking the imperial wine bestowed upon him by Emperor Xin, Grand Tutor Wen said to Emperor Xin, "Your Majesty, this campaign will last at least half a year, and at most three to five years. If Your Majesty encounters any major events, please consult with the Prime Minister and the Vice Prime Minister Bi Gan. Military affairs can be entrusted to Fei Hu." After saying this, Wen Zhong bowed to Emperor Xin, turned around, mounted his mount, the Black Qilin, and led the army towards the North Sea.
This matter puzzled Xuan Tian, who had just returned from his travels. Although he knew that Beihai would rebel, he thought that Yuan Futong's strength in Beihai was no match for the development of the Shang Dynasty in recent years. Moreover, Beihai was not rich to begin with, so how could it be a match for Yin Shang? Yuan Futong couldn't be that stupid, could he?
A month had passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Emperor Xin ascended the throne in the early morning court, gathering civil and military officials. Auspicious clouds filled the air, and the emperor sat on the golden throne; auspicious light swirled around him, and civil and military officials lined up before the white jade steps. Eight hundred sandalwood incense burners gleamed with gold, and the beaded curtains were rolled up high; the fragrance of orchids and musk wafted from the jeweled fans, and one could see the pheasant feathers drooping.
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