Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 24 The True Colors Are Revealed

As soon as Yuan Futong spoke.

Su Hu's face grew increasingly grim.

At this point, he understood perfectly well that he, a mere minor lord, had managed to attract the combined presence of three powerful lords led by Yuan Futong.

This is naturally because Jizhou City is located on a strategic route.

It is the only way from Chaoge to the northern border.

Jizhou is a strategically important and naturally fortified region.

As long as Jizhou City is firmly defended, there will be no worries about the northern border.

Yang Jian remained calm. In his memory of the Investiture of the Gods, Yuan Futong launched his rebellion seven years after King Zhou ascended the throne.

Emperor Yi is currently on the throne, and Yuan Futong is already stirring up trouble.

Fortunately, he had already taken precautions because of Su Daji's appearance.

He was already used to these variables.

In his view, Yuan Futong was extremely audacious.

I wonder if he understands that Wen Zhong is not a single person.

Behind it is the Jie Sect, the most powerful sect in the primordial world at its zenith.

If Wen Zhong really dies here.

The great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods might begin ahead of schedule.

Yang Jian shook his head inwardly.

He had already decided that after killing Shen Gongbao, he would take Yang Chan and go to sea to live in seclusion.

How the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods unfolded was of no concern to him.

"Oh? What are your thoughts, Nephew Yang? I would like to hear them in detail."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Su Hu saw Yang Jian's actions and immediately felt as if he had found a lifeline, and his words became warmer.

He wanted to get closer to Yang Jian and use the power of Yuxu Palace to make Yuan Futong wary.

He dared not offend Wen Zhong. He had seen the generals under Wen Zhong's command, and they were all like demons. He knew that even if the lords of the northern border united, they could not match him.

However, he could not refuse Yuan Futong, otherwise, if he returned empty-handed after Yuan's aggressive arrival, the two would become enemies.

The Shang dynasty had never liked these feudal lords, large and small. By being caught between two sides, it was truly cutting off its own path to survival.

Only by pushing Yang Jian out could he get a chance to catch his breath.

Everyone in the tent looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was suddenly stunned. Why was Su Hu dragging me into this mess?

He turned his head to look at Su Daji.

Su Daji, with an expression that said "This has nothing to do with me, you'd better pray for yourself," focused on teasing the black tiger in her arms.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "I am of limited knowledge and I am afraid I am not qualified to perform, so I will not embarrass myself."

"The disciples of Jade Void Palace are surely farsighted and insightful, and may see advantages and disadvantages that we cannot see. Feel free to speak your mind, and we will not blame you."

Yuan Futong spoke up, signaling Yang Jian to continue.

Well, you brought this on yourself, old man.

Yang Jian steeled his heart and uttered a startling statement: "I see that your faces are dark with fear. If you were to plot against the Grand Tutor of Yin Shang with your own ideas, you would surely be courting death."

"You audacious madman!"

The three warlords behind Yuan Futong were immediately speechless. They slammed their fists on the table and stood up in anger.

He wanted to go forward and argue with Yang Jian.

Yuan Futong then gestured with his hands to signal the three of them to sit down, saying, "Why get so angry at your age? You might just anger yourself to death one day."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Jian and said, "I would like to hear the details."

Su Hu was about to smooth things over, but seeing that Yuan Futong was not angry, he gave up the idea.

Su Daji, on the other hand, looked at Yang Jian with great interest. She had learned about Yang Jian from Black Tiger; he was just a boy from a small town.

The highest-ranking official I've ever met was the head of a town, yet now he can speak so eloquently in front of several warlords who kill people like chickens.

With such courage, how could he be unknown in a small town, especially given his exceptional talent?

Could it be some old man's pawn?

Seeing Yuan Futong's performance, Yang Jian felt a slight ripple in his heart.

If the storyline of the Investiture of the Gods can be put on the right track, it will be entirely beneficial to him.

If Yuan Futong or Wen Zhong were dead now, that would be truly chaotic.

He sorted through his thoughts, and based on his stereotypical understanding of the Investiture of the Gods, he began to fabricate a story, because he didn't know if Wen Zhong was still a disciple of the Jie Sect: "Do you know what the background of Grand Tutor Wen Zhong of the Yin Shang Dynasty was?"

Yuan Futong shook his head: "Could it be that he has a powerful background? If he really has such a background, why would he not enjoy the path to immortality instead of being a mere Grand Tutor in the Yin Shang Dynasty, being ordered around by Emperor Yi?"

"How ridiculous! You want to plot against Wen Zhong but you don't even know the power behind him, yet you spout nonsense. You'll probably be reduced to ashes in the end."

Even though Yuan Futong was extremely well-mannered, his face flushed red from Yang Jian's mockery. If it weren't for the fact that Su Hu mentioned him as a disciple of the Jade Void Palace, he would have already ordered his guards to capture him and extract his soul.

"Please speak frankly."

"Have you ever heard of the Jie Sect, the greatest sect in the world founded by the Tongtian Sect Leader?"

Yuan Futong nodded: "I have heard of the Jie Sect's teachings that are inclusive and that they enlighten all living beings. I also have third-generation disciples of the Jie Sect serving as vanguard generals under my command."

Yang Jian continued, "Did the disciples of the Jie Sect under the Marquis of Beihai tell you that Wen Zhong was also a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect?"

Before Yuan Futong could answer, Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I suppose not. The number of disciples in the Jie Sect is numerous, numbering in the tens of millions. Wen Zhong is the personal disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother, one of the most powerful beings in the world. He is naturally unattainable for those third-generation disciples, so it is normal that they have not heard of him."

"The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit?"

Yuan Futong looked puzzled, and the mysterious person wearing a bamboo hat behind him whispered something in his ear.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He looked at Yang Jian and said, "Impossible. With such a master as his teacher, why would he stay in Yin Shang?"

This question stumped Yang Jian.

He thought to himself, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" But saying that now would definitely offend someone.

They could only rack their brains and come up with a plausible reason.

Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong, what's gotten into you that you're meddling in all this nonsense?

He muttered to himself, his eyes darting around.

The moment he saw Su Daji, he was inspired.

Why did Su Daji appear?

They must have some ulterior motive. Although we don't know what they want, they certainly aren't selling themselves.

Wen Zhong must have had some ulterior motive.

Wen Zhong was the spokesperson for the third generation of disciples of the Jie Sect.

Although they are third-generation disciples, they represent a large number of newly emerging immortal and divine forces from the lower levels.

Thinking of this.

Yang Jian immediately knew how to make up a story.

He strode forward, stood before Yuan Futong, and abruptly approached, asking, "Does the Marquis of Beihai want to know why Wen Zhong became the Grand Preceptor of the Yin Shang Dynasty?"

Yuan Futong was quite frightened by Yang Jian's actions. If his guards hadn't remained still, he would have instinctively thought Yang Jian was going to assassinate him.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's question, he nodded and said, "I'm sure the esteemed disciples of Jade Void Palace know the answer. I'm all ears."

"The simplest way is to just ask Wen Zhong, wouldn't that be enough?"

Yang Jian said casually.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room simultaneously broke out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards Yang Jian.

If you could just ask, why would you be here listening to your rambling?

Yang Jian had anticipated everyone's reaction; he was deliberately keeping them in suspense so that what he said next would seem more plausible.

"That can't be right, so we can only guess," Yang Jian continued. "I guess Wen Zhong must be the spokesperson put forward by the majority of the Jie Sect, with the aim of sweeping away the power of the feudal lords in the world and securing a place for the immortals of the Jie Sect in this Southern Continent."

Grand Tutor Wen Zhong of the Yin Shang Dynasty was the head of the civil officials, while the head of the military generals was King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu. If it weren't for the sake of the immortals of the Jie Sect, why would he overstep his bounds and vie for the power to command the troops?

These words caused an uproar among the crowd.

Su Daji also had a look of doubt in her eyes. She felt that Yang Jian's reasoning was not without reason, but her only doubt was why Yang Jian knew these things.

"Do you have any proof?"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out; it was the mysterious man in the bamboo hat behind Yuan Futong who couldn't contain himself and spoke up.

A row of blood-red eyes stared intently at Yang Jian.

His accent was remarkably accurate.

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