Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 13 Su Daji

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."

"92, 60, 94."

The demonic eye between its brows briefly opened a crack, then uttered a string of strange numbers.

Yang Jian didn't realize what it was at first, but when he came to his senses, he cursed inwardly.

Demon Eye: "You really think I'm some kind of all-seeing eye? I gave myself a name: Killing Demon Eye. Pretty cool, huh?!"

Yang Jian was about to reprimand him.

They noticed that the faint fragrance emanating from the carriage had suddenly become stronger.

He turned around and froze.

A veiled woman stepped down from the carriage with the help of her maid.

They walked straight toward Yang Jian.

The veiled woman had only her eyes exposed; her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, and her eyes held the gentle ripples of spring.

Just by looking at her eyes, you can tell she's an absolute beauty.

Its journey was bumpy and turbulent.

Yang Jian immediately realized that what the Demon Eye had said was true.

But no matter how beautiful Su Daji was, anyone who touched her would die, and he had no desire to deal with her whatsoever.

"Why is Young Master Yang unwilling to dine with my daughter? She is not a demon, why must you avoid her like the plague?"

Yang Jian kept his eyes down, pretending not to hear, and looked around.

"Where did the cat go! Oh no, my cat has run away!"

He pretended to be in a hurry and was about to run away.

But then I felt someone grab my arm.

"Where do you think you're going? Can't you see our young lady is asking you a question?"

The maid who had previously invited Yang Jian grabbed his arm and questioned him, while saying to a servant beside her, "Go and find his cat."

Yang Jian had no choice but to honestly turn around and say, "I am of humble status and dare not disturb Miss."

"Hehe~"

Su Daji chuckled softly, and even with her veil covering her face, she gently touched her cheek with her delicate hand, trying to hide her impolite smile.

Her fair and delicate hands and slender fingers were like natural white jade, with the tips adorned with a touch of cardamom red.

Yang Jian glanced at it casually.

Hmm~ I didn't see it clearly, let me take another look.

Then he couldn't help but keep glancing at her. He thought to himself that he had finally seen what a stunning beauty looked like. Even just showing her hands was enough to make him fantasize.

Su Daji flicked her delicate hand, and Yang Jian couldn't help but look into her eyes.

She stared intently at Yang Jian, continuing the previous topic: "Some people are noble because of their illustrious family background, while others may not have a family background, but their handsome appearance makes one feel that their family background is insignificant."

"You're absolutely right!"

Yang Jian accepted Su Daji's explanation.

"How did you know my daughter's name, sir? I've been staying at home. If I were worried about my father's previous injury, I wouldn't have gone out this time."

"Just a guess!"

"Then you and my daughter are truly of one mind! I wonder what else you might guess?"

Yang Jian's mind went blank with alarm bells, but he smiled without saying a word.

The servants laid silk between the two men and placed exquisite bronze tableware and food in front of them. They filtered the wine to remove impurities and then poured the wine from the jug.

Su Daji was a little surprised by Yang Jian's reaction. Her brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed again, unnoticed by Yang Jian.

She raised her wine glass first: "The road ahead is fraught with danger, but with Young Master Yang here, I feel at ease. I will drink first as a sign of respect, and I ask Young Master Yang to take good care of me."

Yang Jian originally wanted to refuse, but the aroma of the food made him very hungry. He hadn't eaten anything good in more than ten years, and his Adam's apple kept bobbing as he swallowed.

Thinking that having a meal wasn't a big deal, he stopped refusing and drank the wine in one gulp.

The two sat facing each other and ate, and for a time, both host and guest enjoyed themselves.

"Sigh~"

Sitting atop the Fiery-Eyed Beast, Zheng Lun watched the handsome men and beautiful women chatting animatedly and sighed.

"General, please have some porridge."

A soldier nearby handed him a bowl of thick porridge.

Zheng Lun took the bowl of porridge and his purple face was reflected in it. He then shook his head and sighed.

"Junior Brother Yang, don't get carried away by beautiful women. You'll realize how short life is. Only by attaining immortality can you enjoy the blessings of having multiple wives. I, for one, would never be so easily swayed by beauty. Back in my day..."

Zheng Lun watched as Yang Jian returned, beaming with pride and carrying Blackie in his arms, and offered a reminder.

"I wonder if my senior brother has become an immortal?"

Yang Jian asked casually, just to confirm what level he had reached in terms of physical strength alone.

Zheng Lun's originally purple face immediately turned dark, as if two beams of white light would shoot out of his nostrils at any moment. He said irritably, "No, it's just a mere Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm."

He added, "I will definitely become an immortal in less than ten years."

Yang Jian was completely baffled by Zheng Lun's intense reaction.

He then realized that his current cultivation level had reached the stage of refining qi into spirit, generating magical power.

He was only one realm lower than Zheng Lun, but because he didn't know any magic, he was chased and beaten by Zheng Lun earlier.

In the end, he still had to rely on the physical enhancements brought by the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to deal with it.

The only way to win is to exhaust the opponent's mana and win through hand-to-hand combat.

Curious, he asked, "Brother Zheng, where can I learn magic?"

"Didn't Senior Shen Gongbao teach you? He's a top disciple of the Jade Void Palace, one of the best backgrounds in the world, and possesses countless magical techniques."

Zheng Lun looked puzzled, but he was like a chatterbox, unable to stop talking once he started, and Yang Jian had to interrupt him.

"Master only taught him the cultivation techniques; as for magic and supernatural powers, he had to return to the mountain before he could teach him."

Yang Jian said this, but in his heart he was thinking, "Damn Shen Gongbao, I'm really unlucky to have met you."

He dared not say these words aloud; the Blackie he was holding in his arms was no mere decoration.

Zheng Lun waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright. This time, the one leading the army is Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor of the Yin Shang Dynasty. His background is quite extraordinary."

He launched into another long-winded speech, mostly about how he was an outstanding third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, whose mount was the divine beast Mo Qilin, who wielded two golden whips, and who was a disciple of the world's most powerful and influential woman, the Golden Spirit Mother.

Finally, he got to the point: "As long as you kill the enemy well and gain Grand Tutor Wen's favor, you can have any supernatural powers you need!"

After saying that, he patted the Fiery-Eyed Beast he was sitting on: "This is what Grand Tutor Wen rewarded me for my bravery in fighting the enemy earlier."

Yang Jian nodded with some skepticism. It was hard not to suspect that Zheng Lun was just making empty promises, feeding him a full meal before anything was even real.

The grain convoy is stationed there and will not continue its journey until tomorrow morning.

Yang Jian endured Zheng Lun's bombardment until midnight.

Zheng Lun had just finished speaking his mind and was still feeling unsatisfied when he went to sleep.

Yang Jian was wide awake by his words and could only gaze longingly at the familiar yet unfamiliar stars above him.

What Zheng Lun said just now wasn't entirely nonsense.

Yang Jian learned some very important information. The town where he had stayed was isolated from news, and the highest-ranking official he knew was Su Hu, the Marquis of Jizhou.

As for who the current ruler of the Shang Dynasty is, and other important news such as the affairs of the world, they know nothing.

The current ruler of the Shang Dynasty is Emperor Yi, who is in his prime.

The heir was named Wei Zi Qi, which means the future crown prince.

The future King Zhou, or rather, the third son of Emperor Yi, Zi Shou, had not yet ascended the throne.

This indicates that the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is still some time away.

He still has a chance to continue developing.

The reason why the feudal lords' armies besieged the northern barbarians was that all the feudal lords or barbarians who submitted to the Shang Dynasty were deprived of the right to worship heaven and earth and could only worship their ancestors.

Every year, they would offer thousands or tens of thousands of young men as human sacrifices to Chaoge, to jointly worship heaven and earth during the great human sacrifice.

The Northern Barbarians have been acting strangely this year; the human sacrifices they were supposed to offer have been delayed, even though the grand human sacrifice is just around the corner.

If the barbarians don't provide these human sacrifices, then we'll have to draw more from the seventy-two vassal states of the northern border.

But young and middle-aged manpower is always valuable; whoever contributes more will be weakened.

If that feudal lord becomes weak, it's hard to say whether he'll still have his head next year.

Therefore, the seventy-two warlords elected Yuan Futong, the largest warlord in the northern border, as their leader, and sent him to Chaoge to petition for a coalition to conquer the northern barbarians.

Emperor Yi then dispatched Grand Tutor Wen Zhong to lead the armies of seventy-two vassal states on a distant expedition against the northern barbarians.

But why is Su Daji making an appearance now?

Yang Jian looked at the carriage that Su Daji was riding in with a heart full of doubt.

Could there be some kind of scheme involved?

Suddenly, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a pitch-black void through which nothing could be seen.

Yang Jian quickly turned his head away, rolled over, and pretended to be asleep.

(End of this chapter)