Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 12 Zheng Lun

"That's a Fiery-Eyed Beast, don't go, it's too tough to fight!"

The Demon Eye issued a warning.

"Damn~"

Yang Jian paused, sidestepping the hammer that was attacking him from behind again.

He fled towards the lake, not forgetting to utter a harsh threat.

"If you don't chase, you're a coward! Come and follow me if you dare!"

The mountains and forests are full of trees. As long as Yang Jian is determined to escape and keeps changing his position during the escape, the enemy archers will not be able to aim effectively.

The purple-faced strongman's supernatural powers were also useless.

As Yang Jian's voice faded into the distance, until finally he disappeared from sight.

The remaining soldiers dared not pursue, fearing they would be defeated one by one, and asked in unison, "General Zheng, should we pursue them?"

"No rush, he can't escape. Look at the direction he's running, the trees are getting thinner, he's just courting death. I just used up a lot of my magic power, let me rest for a while before I go and capture him."

A burly man with a purple face walked over carrying two hammers and casually hung them on the Fiery-Eyed Beast.

He rubbed his sore wrist. That three-eyed kid was a monster. He had gone all out but couldn't do anything to him. His wrist was still swollen high from just being grabbed.

Furthermore, he had used his supernatural powers repeatedly, and now his internal magical power was more than half depleted. If that three-eyed guy didn't escape, even if they managed to capture him, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

This job is really tough; it's even more dangerous than going into battle.

Unfortunately, the area is densely wooded, making it difficult to charge into battle while on horseback, and archers also face many limitations.

If he had the assistance of the Fiery-Eyed Beast on flat ground, he was confident that he could defeat his opponent.

He briefly considered the next steps, then sat down to regulate his breathing.

About half an hour later.

The burly man with the purple face opened his eyes, flipped himself onto the Fiery-Eyed Beast, and then took out a stone from his pocket and handed it to the nose of his mount.

This stone was the very one Yang Jian had used to knock out the hunter, but it was unclear why it was in the hands of this burly man.

The Fiery-Eyed Beast sniffed the air and then charged off in the chosen direction.

"Hey, get up! I've brought a bunch of people for you to eat as much as you want."

When Yang Jian returned to the lakeside, Black Tiger was fast asleep, basking in the sun.

"Waaah~ Where is it~"

Black Tiger's ears twitched slightly, and the next second his eyes widened suddenly, and he rolled over on his feet.

Its towering body, several tens of feet tall, seemed to blot out the sky, revealing the overwhelming power of a superior predator.

When Black Tiger opened his mouth to speak, a large puddle of saliva couldn't be hidden and flowed down his cheeks.

Yang Jian pointed in the direction they had come from.

When they turned back, Black Tiger had already disappeared.

Yang Jian headed back the way he came, intending to take advantage of Black Tiger's carnage and pick up some spoils.

They hadn't walked far when they saw the massive silhouette of the Black Tiger, but the expected battle did not take place.

As Yang Jian approached, he was shocked to hear the burly man with the purple face talking to the black tiger.

The burly man addressed Black Tiger as "senior."

what's going on!

He's waiting to sit back and watch the tigers fight!

The burly man with the purple face noticed Yang Jian approaching and said apologetically, "Junior Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were Senior Shen Gongbao's disciple."

Yang Jian was completely dumbfounded. So all that beating he'd taken was for nothing, and he was expected to just accept a simple apology?

He walked up to Black Tiger and whispered, "Blackie, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating them?"

The soldiers behind the burly man with purple skin turned pale instantly, as if they had overheard Yang Jian and Black Tiger's conversation.

Black Tiger gave Yang Jian an annoyed look. This kid seemed to be speaking softly, but no one here was an ordinary person. What he thought was being quiet was clearly heard by everyone else.

"This kid's name is Zheng Lun. He is a disciple of the True Man Du'e of Xikunlun. Master has often gone to the True Man Du'e's cave to beg for money, so he is an old acquaintance."

Zheng Lun, the True Man of Du'e.

In addition, the burly man had previously unleashed white magical attacks from his nostrils.

Yang Jian instantly realized that this was Heng Jiang, one of the two generals Heng and Ha.

Black Tiger then mentioned that Zheng Lun told him about the strange eyes between Yang Jian's eyebrows during the battle.

Ask Yang Jian what happened.

Yang Jian made up an excuse, saying that after slaughtering a nearby dog ​​kennel, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts gave birth to a new supernatural power—the Eye of Truth-Breaking.

Black Tiger asked casually and didn't pursue the matter further.

Seeing the change in Yang Jian's expression, Zheng Lun knew that the two had explained things clearly; it was a case of "no fight, no friendship." He had already explained to Black Tiger why he had gone into the mountains to hunt down Yang Jian.

The hunter whom Yang Jian had previously released was a relative of Su Hu, the Marquis of Ji Province. When they went into the mountains to hunt, their entire group was captured by demons, but he was the only one left alive. That's why Zheng Lun led his troops into the mountains to subdue the demons.

He was just helping out while escorting the grain, and thought the troublemaker was a minor demon. Who would have thought he would run into Senior Shen Gongbao's mount?

This is like a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple; family members don't even recognize each other anymore.

He looked at Yang Jian, a smile forced onto his large purple face: "I see that Junior Brother Yang has such great power at such a young age. Right now, the barbarians in the northern border are in rebellion, and Marquis Su Hu of Jizhou is leading troops to fight. It is the right time to have people. Why don't you come down the mountain and join me to make achievements? Cultivators value wealth, companions, methods, and land. The Great Shang has all of these."

"No problem, he'll definitely go."

Yang Jian couldn't refuse, but the black tiger behind him, who thought of eating people as soon as it heard about war, excitedly agreed on Yang Jian's behalf.

Yang Jian was furious.

When he was hunting those four hunters, he heard the man he had released say that he would call in the army to sweep away the demons.

When they met earlier, he had a vague idea that the other person had come for this reason.

But plans can't keep up with changes. He did this to create trouble for Shen Gongbao in order to find a chance to escape.

But Shen Gongbao left inexplicably, and my freedom, which had just been greatly increased, was gone before I could even enjoy it for a while.

Who would have thought that the pit Yang Jian dug would now bury him?

It seems he can no longer sever ties with the Shang Dynasty.

This is a job that could cost you your head; not only will you lose your head, but your soul will also be deprived of its freedom in the future.

He then made up his mind to improve his cultivation at all costs and gain true freedom.

Have you not heard the saying, "If you don't work hard in cultivating immortality, your name will be written on the Investiture of the Gods"?

"You don't have to go, but you'll have to prepare a pair of young boys and girls for me every day from now on, or you'll have to drain a basin of blood for me to quench my thirst."

Black Tiger transmitted a threat.

Yang Jian had no choice but to agree for the time being.

Black Tiger knew that as Shen Gongbao's mount, his distinctive features were too obvious. If he were to parade around and be seen by his fellow Daoists, it would not have a good impact on his involvement in the war between mortals and cannibalism.

It then shrunk to the size of an ordinary house cat, which Yang Jian held in his arms.

The group left the mountains together, and beyond the mountains stretched a grain transport convoy for miles.

"The grain inspector is back!"

A voice rang out from within the ranks.

Zheng Lun had his soldiers find a horse for Yang Jian to ride, and then gave an order for the grain transport team to continue its journey.

Yang Jian was in a very bad mood, his mind filled with thoughts of how to escape and hide somewhere until the Investiture of the Gods was over, at which point he would be safe.

He didn't even listen carefully to Zheng Lun's eloquent speech next to him.

"This time, the Northern Expedition is led by Grand Tutor Wen, with all seventy-two vassal lords from the northern border joining the fray. Those uncivilized barbarians will be defeated sooner or later..."

"Who's sitting in that carriage over there?"

Yang Jian gestured for Zheng Lun to look at a horse-drawn carriage in the grain transport team, from which a fragrant breeze occasionally wafted.

The fragrance made him feel like a kitten was scratching at his heart, making him unbearably itchy, and he almost couldn't resist lifting the carriage curtain to take a look.

Most importantly, they are now traveling against the wind, with the carriage behind them.

This smell, however, can reverse the wind, which is truly bizarre.

"Oh~ that's the daughter of the Marquis of Jizhou, I think her name is Su~ Su something?"

"Su Daji".

"Oh right, Junior Brother Yang, how did you know?"

Yang Jian rarely smiled; he simply said, "I guessed."

But his mood was extremely heavy.

After learning the true identity of the person in the carriage, Yang Jian immediately suppressed his curiosity.

If joining the army of the Northern Zhou dynasty was a death sentence, then getting involved with Daji was a move that brought one closer and closer to being annihilated.

Under these circumstances, he felt that being listed on the Investiture of the Gods wasn't such an unacceptable thing.

The group traveled day and night, and finally, at nightfall on the second day, they were about to reach the city guarded by the army—Zhenbei City.

With half a day's journey still to the city, Zheng Lun finally ordered that they could rest on the spot, cook a meal, and rest for the night to prevent the enemy from seizing their supplies while the soldiers were exhausted.

Yang Jian sat under the tree, idly teasing Hei Ye, who had transformed into a black cat in his arms.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Daji's servants preparing the meal and carrying it into the carriage.

One of the maids came toward the direction where he was sitting.

"Young master, our young lady invites you to dine with us."

Yang Jian instantly felt a great calamity was about to befall him, and he felt extremely uneasy, so he involuntarily tightened his grip on Hei Ye's arm.

The beautiful woman invited them to dinner, and their feelings for each other blossomed, igniting a passionate romance.

King Zhou cruelly stole Daji's love, and Daji wreaked havoc on the people, prompting Yang Jian to launch a rebellion in anger.

The rebellion was eventually suppressed without mercy, and Yang Jian's soul was scattered before the Investiture of the Gods.

Only little Yang Chan was left crying in Jinxia Cave.

Meow~

Black Tiger, in pain, suddenly let out a meow, leaving three bloody marks on Yang Jian's arm.

Yang Jian then came to his senses and realized that he was trapped in the illusion he had created and could not extricate himself.

No, this is an inner demon arising spontaneously.

If Blackie hadn't woken him up, he would have been in a daze for half a day.

He looked closely and saw that the cat that Blackie had transformed into had jumped out of his arms and run into the woods nearby.

"Young master~ Young master."

The maid waved her hand in front of Yang Jian.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Yang Jian had just come to his senses and was still unsettled when the maid's voice beside him startled him. He subconsciously said, "No~ I'm not going. I'm still young, only fifteen years old."

Although he was only fifteen years old, he had grown quite a bit taller after these two days of cultivation, and his figure was tall and upright, making him look nothing like a novice young man.

But traces of youthful immaturity can still be seen in her delicate features.

Upon hearing this, the maid curled her lip and swayed away.

After the maid left.

Yang Jian communicated with the Demon Eye: "Take a look at what kind of thing that woman inside is. I almost couldn't get out of my own inner demon just now."

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