I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 248 Battle Formations and Elixir Methods

Inside the Hanging Heaven Palace.

Emperor Zhaofu sat upright on the dragon throne, holding a painting in his hand.

The painting clearly depicts a blue dragon, a Lu Wu (a mythical creature), a black tiger, and a butterfly.

As always, Emperor Zhaofu's eyes revealed weariness, and his shoulders slumped down, just like an ordinary old man.

The young man in purple sable robes waited nearby.

Emperor Zhaofu stared at it for a long time, and suddenly two sharp fangs appeared on the painting of Lu Wu, making him look imposing.

The weariness in Zhao Fuhuang's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a renewed interest.

He placed the painting on the table, picked up a pen from the table, and lightly touched the painting.

Suddenly, the brushstrokes on the painting depicted a blue dragon hidden in the mist, while a chain appeared on the body of the Lu Wu.

“This Lu Wu is quite an anomaly.”

Emperor Zhaofu sighed: "Just like the original Junze Law."

Ziyi Diaosi kept his head down, as if he had not heard Zhaofu Emperor's words.

Emperor Zhaofu seemed to be talking to himself: "The world is in order, the Great Dao is true... The Great Qian will rise, the Dao will flourish below, and the Dao will disappear above... Perhaps the cause and effect have already been determined."

As he said this, he suddenly coughed a few times, and the fatigue on his face was clearly visible.

"It's a pity that the Dao demands too much, and no one in the world has ever achieved immortality... What use is a grand ambition if one cannot achieve immortality?"

“Give him a prison-slaying army from Si Yuanzhao, and the world will be in chaos… The world and the Great Way, the so-called true Way, do not necessarily have to be above me.”

"As for Chitianlou and Jiang Ni... what harm is there in sharing some of their wealth in pursuit of immortality?"

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Chen Zhian sat cross-legged under the eaves of the Song Prime Minister's courtyard.

Several pieces of Mishan charcoal burned brightly in the stove, emitting even and gentle heat, making Song Xiang's small courtyard even warmer, even though it was already deep winter.

Chen Zhian had only been gone from Xuantianjing for a little over a month, and Prime Minister Song had become increasingly frail.

He also developed many age spots on his hands, and his eyes were no longer as deep, becoming somewhat cloudy.

The hand that poured tea for Chen Zhian trembled.

Although it wasn't very stable before, it's trembling even more now.

Chen Zhian took the teapot from Song Xiqu and told Song Xiqu to put on his clothes.

Song Xiqu held a pair of charcoal tongs in his hand, poking at the coals in the stove.

Mars, in twos and threes, drifted into the void.

A few moments later, Prime Minister Song looked at Chen Zhian with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"There are countless talented people in Xuantianjing, and extraordinary people emerge in the world of Dayu."

Even those with the most shrewd and calculating abilities probably couldn't predict your talent, your inherent abilities, and your rate of growth.

Song Xiqu smiled, seemingly quite satisfied.

Yet a golden light shone through his cloudy eyes, revealing a hint of worry within.

"But for you, growing up too fast, I don't know if it's a good thing."

Chen Zhian raised an eyebrow slightly, momentarily puzzled as to why Prime Minister Song would say such a thing.

"I told you long ago that there are many whirlpools in Xuantianjing, and many real people have their own schemes."

For example, there was the Imperial Advisor who wanted to make a name for himself, and the ambitious Duke of Anguo.

Or perhaps they didn't want the dynasty to last, but only wished for the six surnames of the Great Yu to prosper for ten thousand years, generation after generation.

Even sages and the God of Literature sit high above, coldly observing the changing seasons and the manifestation of the true Dao. They are far more powerful than you imagine.

"In their eyes, I am old and about to die. Even if I have a thousand grievances against the world, it is only temporary. These grievances will eventually turn into dust when I die."

"But you... are too young."

Song Xiqu seemed to be referring to something specific.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Zhian's eyes as he turned to look at the Suspended Heaven Palace.

The Xuantian Palace is magnificent and majestic, just like the blazing sun embedded in the earth.

The contemporary sage in the palace, however, seems to be nothing more than an ordinary ruler who merely maintains the status quo and has no outstanding achievements.

"Prime Minister Song, I am about to take up the seal of office, but I do not know how to sit in this position, or how to wield this whip?"

Chen Zhian inquired.

Song Xiqu, however, seemed to be giving a somewhat irrelevant answer: "You've grown up too fast."

He spoke with a touch of regret: "If your talent were no different from that of the Fourth Prince and the Seven Star Princess, you could have wielded power over the world, become a close advisor to the emperor, and become the most powerful young man in the court. But you grew up too fast."

Chen Zhian frowned slightly.

Suddenly, wisps of mist rose from the Song Prime Minister's courtyard. The mist was ethereal and contained nothing mysterious.

But because of the fog, Song Xiqu's voice was several decibels higher than before.

"Chen Zhian, in this world, do you know what is most important besides your own cultivation if you want to participate in the conflicts of the world?"

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered, and he answered without hesitation: "Mystic Weapon".

Song Xiang nodded: "If this were a prosperous age, there would be no war in the Great Qian Dynasty, no chaos in the world, and no strife in the world."

Then perhaps the Xuanbing Dao would not have prospered so much.

The mystical weapons cultivated by the various mystical sects of the Great Qian Dynasty will not sweep away everything like the tide between heaven and earth.

But now the world is in turmoil... war is about to break out, and Xuanbing (mysterious weapons) is the key to the struggle for the world.

There are countless living beings in the world, and it is too difficult to cultivate a Creation Realm expert. However, if there is a Dao Army, it can trap and kill a Creation Realm expert, making it feared by the world.

A powerful Xuanbing can be cultivated by simply providing a massive amount of cultivation resources and possessing a top-tier battle formation inheritance.

However, even a powerful being destined for greatness must possess innate talent and physical constitution.

"Now, the Great Qian still threatens the Great Yu. The fifty prefectures of the Great Yu seem stable and are still within the legal framework. The Xuanbing has not yet shown its edge."

But if you truly wish to awe the world, you will need a force of Xuan soldiers capable of entering Taizhuo Prefecture, Longxi Prefecture, Shangyuan Prefecture, Fuye Prefecture… or even the Dao Xuan Sect, Longtan, and Huxue.

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered.

He had already witnessed the formidable strength of the Qinglan Armored Warriors when he left Xuantianjing and was in Lianxia Prefecture.

Two thousand Qinglan armored soldiers could not be defeated by him alone; he would need the help of demonic puppets.

If the number of Wang family's Qinglan armored warriors reaches tens of thousands, even a demonic puppet with the strength of the Heavenly Palace would probably not be able to withstand a single charge from them.

The methods of battle formations are extremely profound.

A battle formation of ten thousand men possesses power and strength far exceeding five times that of a battle formation of two thousand men.

"Thinking about it carefully, if 20,000 to 30,000 Qinglan armored soldiers formed a battle formation, raised their battle flags, and trapped the Creation Heaven End, even a Heaven End Realm expert would not be able to escape so easily."

"Moreover, the Azure Mist Warriors should not be the most extraordinary Xuan weapons of the Gu Lan Wang Clan; there must be even stronger Heavenly Army battle formations among them."

Seeing that Chen Zhian was deep in thought, Song Xiang did not disturb him. After a few breaths, he slowly said, "Dao weapons, divine weapons, the Mysterious Code of Creation, Dao Tribulation cultivators... these are all treasures of heaven and earth, enough to influence the power of a country."

Take Da Xi, for example!
The reason why the Great Breath Royal Family was defeated by the three major families was because the world changed and the Great Breath Royal Family lost two Dao Tribulation cultivators.

The Great Xi dynasty's fate was sealed. Having made the most ridiculous mistake, its dynasty collapsed, its territory splitting into three, becoming the Three Kingdoms of today. Chen Zhi'an… I know you disdain high office and generous salary, and you disdain the empty words of others.

There's a tiger burning within you! You yearn to stir up trouble!

That's why... I specially invited the Grand Commander of the South China Sea to assist you.

Soon you will be granted an official seal, and the sage will bestow upon you an official position, treasures, and even a mysterious weapon.

But... these things might not be suitable for you.

Sometimes you can use them to kill enemies, but if you want more, you need to keep pushing forward.

Even with this mysterious fog obscuring it.

Song Xiqu's words were still quite cryptic, but Chen Zhian gleaned some insights from them.

“The Suspended Heaven Palace is wary of me.”

Chen Zhian was not surprised.

He could never figure out what the current emperor really wanted to do.

The sage sat high on the imperial throne, ruling over the Great Yu, and the establishment of the position of seal-holder seemed to be intended to intimidate the six clans of the Great Yu.

But upon closer reflection... the six powerful families of the Great Yu have long been arrogant and domineering. The Great Yu realm has been divided up by them for a long time, and countless resources have been monopolized by them.

How can a mere position of authority or a threat be enough to deter them? More measures are needed.

Moreover, if someone like Chen Zhian were to hold the seal of office, bloodshed would be inevitable.

Is this really what Emperor Zhaofu of the Great Yu Dynasty wanted to see?

At this critical juncture, weakening the power of the six clans is not a good thing.

Then look at the Blood Sacrifice Daoist who roams the world...

Why did the Great Yu court not issue an explicit prohibition before this? Instead, it silently allowed it to continue.
Everything was shrouded in mystery, just as Song Xiqu had said... The current emperor sat in the Hanging Heaven Palace, but he was not as mediocre as he appeared.

What is he plotting?

"The royal family is the largest aristocratic family. If he really wants to overthrow the aristocratic families, the Cheng family will probably not be able to remain unscathed."

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged at the table, somewhat unable to fathom what Emperor Zhaofu was thinking.

A few moments later, he shook his head slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"The sage wants to place a long sword in my hand, a sword that is precious and powerful."

It seems that I have been given something, but in reality I still obey his commands and acknowledge him as my master.

"This... I was prepared."

Chen Zhian looked up and said, "But since this long sword has been handed to me, it must be of some use."

Moreover... I will also secretly hone an even sharper sword.

I implore...Prime Minister Song to help me cover this up, so that I don't truly become a clay idol.

"Rest assured." Prime Minister Song nodded: "No matter what the Sage wants to do with this seal, in my eyes it has only one purpose: to punish the powerful families and clans of the world and reclaim the dragon vein!"
I established the position of the seal-bearer, and if I am not dead, they will always be wary of me.

"Chen Zhi'an, rest assured, the weight of the title 'Holding the Seal' is far greater than you imagine."

"Take back the dragon vein?" Chen Zhian was about to ask.

Song Xiang seemed exhausted and stood up unsteadily.

He thought for a moment, then went to the tea trees in the courtyard where the snow had already fallen. He carefully selected tea leaves for a long time before finally picking a few leaves.

“The men under Yun Ting’s command are actually quite good. Since they are going to form an army under you, I will give them a gift.”

Prime Minister Song handed over some tea.

Chen Zhian accepted it without hesitation.

"Soon afterward, the Grand Capital of the South China Sea will send many pills... You can also write down the items you need and give them to Xi Renju, who will then pass them on to Chu Tianzhong."

It's unclear what Chu Tianzhong wanted to get from Song Xiqu that made him willing to pay such a high price.

Chen Zhian nodded slightly and returned to the courtyard.

Yun Ting, Bai Jian, Zheng Xuanze, and Lu Zhujun were not in the courtyard; they had probably gone to contact the four hundred men.

In the courtyard, only Yu Li Ke was patiently feeding the few goldfish left by Chen Shui Jun, as well as the carp that Song Xiang had given to Chen Zhi An.

During the days that Chen Zhian was away.

Yu Li Ke swept the courtyard, trimmed the trees, changed the water in the pond, and fed the fish that were clearly somewhat strange, just like a housekeeper.

"But didn't Dad say he bought these goldfish from the street? They're still alive and well in the dead of winter."

The pool water even seemed to remain unfrozen because of their presence.

Chen Zhian looked closely but couldn't sense anything strange about the fish, so he stopped thinking about it and went back to his room to sit with his eyes closed.

The Jade Capital Map in the Heavens slowly unfolds.

Everything in Baiyujing remained the same, except that Jiaonu was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where exactly did this pepper slave go?"

If Nan Liujing hadn't still been able to faintly sense Jiao Nu's presence, Chen Zhian would have even suspected that Jiao Nu was already dead.

"Given Jiao Nu's personality and circumstances, why hasn't she come to Baiyujing for over a month? What happened to her?"

Chen Zhian felt somewhat worried.

More than a month has passed, and with the Guanghan Tower becoming increasingly extraordinary, the radiance of the primordial spirit it emits has become more and more profound, making Fu Tingjun's divine essence more and more solid and profound.

"Soon I will be able to regenerate my primordial spirit, and then I will be able to leave Baiyujing."

Fu Tingjun was somewhat delighted, his dragon beard fluttering as he said, "At that time, I will only need to find a dragon corpse to restore my cultivation at the Creation Heaven Realm."

Even though I'm not as fortunate as before, I can still travel the world just like you.

Chen Zhian was also delighted for Fu Tingjun and asked with a smile, "Where would you like to go after you leave Baiyujing, senior?"

Fu Tingjun fell silent, pondered for a long time, and then suddenly shook the huge dragon head.

The Fufeng Dragon Clan has perished, the Dragon Palace has collapsed, and the Fufeng Sea has become a place ravaged by ferocious beasts. He truly doesn't know where to go.

“Perhaps Lord Baiyujing has his own plans,” Chen Zhian said.

Fu Tingjun suddenly had some thoughts, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "If the Lord of Baiyujing has not made any arrangements, I will come and rely on you."

Chen Zhian laughed and nodded: "Before you pledge allegiance to me, you still need to teach me some things... The seven levels of the Cloud Chamber technique are not enough."

Fu Tingjun looked Chen Zhian up and down with his dragon eyes, and suddenly realized something. He asked in surprise, "You've refined the Nine Palaces Jade Fire?"

Seeing Chen Zhian nod, Fu Tingjun said, "Since you have such a wondrous Xuan fire as the Nine Palaces Jade Fire, the Sevenfold Cloud Chamber Method is indeed no longer suitable... Let me think carefully... what kind of method is more suitable for you."

Fu Tingjun closed his eyes, seemingly searching for his memories.

Chen Zhian turned his head and saw that in Kaiyang Palace, Old Huang Liang was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him from afar.

Chen Zhian walked towards Kaiyang Palace.

"The Grand Commander of the South China Sea promised to give me a battle formation technique... but I don't know if his battle formation technique is profound or not."

With his imposing presence, Huang Liang must be an extraordinary figure.

Why not ask him for help?

(End of this chapter)