Chapter 401 Bewildered and Helpless
Ran Deng looked away. The Jie Sect had already lost many disciples this time. Besides, now that the Jie Sect was asked to send someone to find Ding Guang Xian, Ding Guang Xian couldn't be harmed. Their leader was waiting for Ding Guang Xian to pull off a big heist.
Randeng could only continue to focus his attention on the Chan Sect. Seeing the Chan Sect members sitting silently, his gaze fell on Yang Jian. A flash of inspiration struck him. "Fellow Daoists, do you have any disciples?" Randeng asked tentatively. The second generation couldn't be harmed, but what about the third generation?
The third generation was a generation behind Yuanshi Tianzun, so it's estimated that they wouldn't even have seen Yuanshi Tianzun.
Jiang Ziya suddenly looked up, as if he had heard something extraordinary.
"I wonder if you would be willing to send your disciples to scout ahead for you..." Before Randeng could finish speaking, Taiyi jumped up, "My disciple is not your disciple. I cherish my disciple dearly. Why don't you send your disciple to his death?"
For them now, entering the Ten Deadly Formations is tantamount to suicide.
Ran Deng's face was a mix of green and purple. He wanted to take him in, but who would be willing to become his disciple?
“That’s right,” Manjushri couldn’t help but retort, “Randeng, you should send your disciple to scout ahead first. My disciple is a treasure, but if your disciple is worthless, I have nothing to say.”
“Muzha is my only disciple, this is absolutely impossible.” Puxian’s face was also ashen.
Taiyi, Puxian, and Wenshu, the only three disciples of the Chan Sect who have taken on disciples, were all furious and glared at Dipankara. The disciple they took on despite the shadow of having nine Golden Crow junior brothers was truly a treasure.
"How about you go, Yang Jian?" Randeng fixed his gaze on Yang Jian, the only one present without any powerful backers.
“Yang Jian cannot go.” Guang Chengzi opened his eyes and stared directly at Randeng. “Yang Jian has already made a great contribution by impersonating King Wen in Chaoge, while you, Randeng, have done nothing. Why don’t you go?”
Guang Chengzi was very protective of his son. Although Yang Jian did not join the Chan Sect, he was Yu Ding's adopted son, and all twelve Golden Immortals treated Yang Jian as their nephew.
Yang Jian was filled with indescribable emotions. He had failed this kindness and care. He chose the path he believed in, driven by principles of heaven and justice, which destined him to drift further and further away from the Chan Sect.
"You all have the intention of sharing my burdens, so please calm down and stop arguing. I have an idea." As soon as Ji Fa said this, the tent fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.
No, who wants to share your burdens? They're going through a bloodbath, do you understand what a bloodbath is?
They were facing a calamity that coincided with the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods. Do you think they were willing to fight to the death here?
Dipankara's brow twitched. Who would want to share the worries of a mortal? He was sharing the worries of the members of the Chan and Jie sects, and he was so active in poaching them.
"What are King Wu's thoughts?" Dingguangxian looked down at Ji Fa from his high vantage point.
"I am willing to send my generals to scout ahead for you." Ji Fa felt a pang of regret. He chose to appease the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, but could only sacrifice a few generals.
Jiang Ziya suddenly looked up, his expression blank. King Wu knew that sending his generals into the formation to scout would surely lead to their deaths, yet he still ordered his generals to go. Did King Wu really care about their lives?
Jiang Ziya's understanding collapsed instantly, leaving him bewildered, his eyes vacant, unsure of what to do next.
Shen Gongbao glanced at Jiang Ziya, then lowered his eyes and chuckled silently, indicating that the matter of getting Jiang Ziya to abandon the darkness and embrace the light could now be concluded.
"King Wu is so righteous and insightful, he is truly a role model for us all." Randeng thought to himself: Who cares who he is or how many people have to sacrifice? As long as he can figure out the Ten Deadly Formations and thus help the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect break the Ten Deadly Formations, it's good to sell the Twelve Golden Immortals.
"Everything is for breaking the formation. All the immortal masters have come here for the sake of my Xiqi. How can I stand aside?" Ji Fa smiled, his voice and appearance still as gentle as when Jiang Ziya first met him. But Jiang Ziya felt inexplicably cold, cold to the bone.
Dingguang Xian rolled his eyes to the sky. Who was doing this for Xiqi? If it weren't for the impending calamity, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.
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"Grand Tutor, King Wu requests your presence."
Shen Gongbao smiled apologetically at Jiang Ziya, "Junior brother, I will go see King Wu first, and then come to your tent for a chat later."
Jiang Ziya was distracted and nodded casually, but in reality, he hadn't heard what his senior brother had said.
King Wu, King Wu...
Jiang Ziya got up, took out Bo Yikao's belongings from the bookshelf next to him, opened them and looked at them for a few moments, then stroked the two characters 'Chang Hao' at the end of the book and pondered.
"My senior brother said that these bamboo slips came from the royal palace of the Yin and Shang dynasties, but the ideas are those that King Wu often spoke of. The author's name is Chang Hao, not Boyi Kao. If King Wu was pretending from beginning to end, then..."
Is what he knows truly the truth? Was Di Xin really cruel, patricide, fratricide, and atrocities? If everything he knows is false, then where does he go from here?
Jiang Ziya got up and paced around the small tent, his mind filled with confusion and countless worries.
"Prime Minister, Yang Jian requests an audience..." a guard outside the tent announced as he entered.
"No..." Jiang Ziya was about to refuse, but after glancing at the bamboo slips on the table, he suddenly changed his mind and said, "Let Yang Jian in."
"Yes, Prime Minister." The guard went to fetch Yang Jian.
Before long, Yang Jian opened the tent flap, carrying several scrolls of bamboo slips. "I've come to return the books. Thank you, Prime Minister, for lending them to me." Only a scholar as studious as the Prime Minister would carry so many books with him while on military campaigns.
"No need to be so polite, come, sit down. I have something I'd like to ask my nephew." Jiang Ziya gestured for Yang Jian to sit down, as he had something to ask him.
"Ask away, Yang Jian will answer to the best of his knowledge." Yang Jian cupped his hands in greeting.
"This matter is of great importance. If there are ears on the other side, I really cannot speak out." Jiang Ziya looked around, his mind filled with concerns.
"Prime Minister, please rest assured, I can use magic to ensure that no one can hear our conversation." Yang Jian immediately raised his hand and released a barrier to cover himself and Jiang Ziya.
"That's good," Jiang Ziya pondered for a long time before finally asking, "You've been in Chaoge for a long time, but you don't know what kind of person the Human Emperor is?"
"This..." Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, "This is probably hard to say."
"Nephew, just tell the truth." Jiang Ziya didn't intend to listen to Yang Jian's side of the story. He would ask his senior brother when he returned. His senior brother wouldn't lie to him.
“Then I’ll venture to say a few words,” Yang Jian said hesitantly, “The Emperor is diligent in his duties and loves his people. He has implemented benevolent policies, worked hard to improve many tools, and discovered many usable grains, bringing boundless hope to the common people. His achievements are no less than those of the Three Sovereigns…”
While Yang Jian was mindlessly praising Emperor Xin, Shen Gongbao had already arrived at King Wu's tent.
“King Wu…” Shen Gongbao gestured with his hand.
"Grand Tutor is a recluse of extraordinary wisdom; worldly etiquette need not be observed." Ji Fa completely regarded Shen Gongbao as his confidant and planned to do some underhanded things...
"Why did King Wu summon Shen Gongbao?" Shen Gongbao inquired. "Does he perhaps wish for me to go to Jin'ao Island again to invite my senior brothers and sisters to break the formation?"
"That would be perfect," Ji Fa was overjoyed. He had thought that with so many Jie Sect immortals dead, Shen Gongbao would no longer seek help from the sect. "Grand Tutor is indeed loyal to me. Grand Tutor, rest assured, I will certainly not mistreat you."
Loyal? Shen Gongbao smiled without saying a word, and doubted Ji Fa's mind. How could they, as cultivators, be loyal to you, a self-proclaimed king of Xiqi?
If you want loyalty, wait until you, Ji Fa, become the Human Emperor, and then ask the cultivators who have become your subjects.
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