Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 25 Su Daji Offers a Plan

"No," Yang Jian said, shrugging his shoulders. "I already said it was just a guess, believe it or not."

"This brat is full of nonsense. Marquis of Beihai, do not believe him. It is said that the three sects of Renjiao, Chanjiao, and Jiejiao are as close as brothers. He is a disciple of Yuxu Palace. Perhaps he is just stalling for time for Wen Zhong."

The Marquis of Liao in the North Sea suddenly stood up and rebuked Yang Jian.

Yuan Futong remained silent, and the mysterious man with many eyes beside him was also unmoved.

"Old Zhang, calm down. What this immortal disciple said makes sense. We must plan carefully in this matter, or we will be doomed. We cannot be careless."

Yuan Futong's tone was firm, leaving no room for refusal.

Marquis Liao of Beihai's expression changed, and then he stamped his foot heavily and sighed, "Marquis Yuan is right. We were indeed a bit hasty and made a hasty decision before we had investigated the matter thoroughly."

"But if we don't kill Wen Zhong, what if he orders us to take Baishi City in fifteen days? Even if we capture the city, we will suffer heavy losses. And if he stabs us in the back, how many of these seventy-two lords will be left?"

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly fell silent.

The faces of the marquises were clouded with gloom.

They were already in a dilemma, otherwise they wouldn't have resorted to desperate measures to join forces against Wen Zhong.

"I am not very talented, but I have come up with a good plan."

But it was Su Daji who suddenly spoke up.

Yuan Futong and the three marquises behind him all looked over.

"No!" Su Hu stopped his beloved daughter and bowed to Yuan Futong, saying, "My daughter is ignorant and has offended the Marquis. I hope the Marquis will forgive her."

"It's alright. Brother Su's beloved daughter is my niece. How could I be angry?" Yuan Futong waved his hand dismissively, then looked intently at Su Daji and asked, "Niece, please speak freely. Even if your father blames you, your uncle will protect you."

"Then Daji thanks you for your kindness, Uncle. Daji will toast you all with another cup."

Su Daji put down the black cat in her arms, picked up the wine pot, and stood up from behind the table, her slender waist swaying like a willow branch.

Below her slender waist was a suddenly prominent, full-bodied bottom.

She paid no attention to the burning gazes of the marquises in front of her.

He poured wine for each of the marquises.

As she left, Yuan Futong involuntarily leaned forward, as if worried about Su Daji's departure.

The other marquises also revealed their ugly side.

Looking at the scene before him, Yang Jian thought to himself that Su Daji's scheme should be revealed soon.

Otherwise, they wouldn't act this way.

After toasting Yuan Futong and the others, Su Daji spoke softly: "What you uncles are worried about is nothing more than the weakening of your troops and the fear that Wen Zhong will turn his sword against you."

Since capturing Baishi City has been quite costly, it would be better if we couldn't take it and instead let Grand Tutor Wen Zhong's elite troops attack the city.

"This~"

Yuan Futong looked troubled. It was easy to disobey military orders. Wen Zhong was no fool. How could he not see that they were not attacking the city with all their might?

"Hehehe~"

Seeing Yuan Futong's troubled expression, Su Daji suddenly let out a charming laugh: "Uncle Yuan dared to plot to kill Wen Zhong, but now you don't even dare to disobey military orders. Could it be that you were just joking before?"

Su Daji's tone was full of sarcasm, but no one was annoyed.

Instead, he looked ashamed.

Yuan Futong suddenly realized: "If we unite with the other lords and pretend to disobey, as the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses. Wen Zhong will naturally take action himself in order to break through the city within fifteen days."

"Uncle is indeed a man of extraordinary talent and strategy. Daji toasts Uncle."

Su Daji praised it, picked up the bronze wine vessel, and drank it all in one gulp.

The crowd dispersed.

Yang Jian was preparing to leave and get some rest, as he might have to go into battle tomorrow to obtain the essence of the enemy.

The allied forces of the Shang dynasty, which claimed to be conquering the northern barbarians, unexpectedly started fighting amongst themselves as soon as they reached the northern barbarians' doorstep.

Although the Jizhou army will inevitably be outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, he can absorb as much of their essence as possible.

Finally, we could seize one or two bronze tripods from the armies of the feudal lords to enhance our strength. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

As if guessing Yang Jian's plan, the Demon Eye thought to itself, "Let's go steal some essence from Su Hu's bronze cauldron now. We can't just rob it openly, but we can steal it. We can absorb essence from a distance of twenty feet, so maybe we can absorb it from a distance."

Yang Jian suddenly felt enlightened and looked around at the surrounding terrain to prepare for the night.

He wanted to try it last time, but he was summoned by Su Hu before he could get close to the bronze cauldron, so he didn't meet the distance requirement at all.

The timing is indeed quite right.

He wasn't in a hurry to go back and rest, so he pretended to wander around.

Upon approaching the camp where the bronze tripod was placed, they were surprised to find that it was heavily guarded.

Closer, closer.

About a quarter of an hour later, I felt the demonic eye draw out a wisp of essence from the bronze cauldron.

[Spirit Essence +1]

It works! It's just a bit slow.

Yang Jian suppressed his excitement and pretended to take a casual stroll, walking back and forth, even forcing a smile to greet the soldiers guarding the bronze cauldron.

However, all he received was indifference.

The guards knew that Yang Jian was Su Daji's personal bodyguard, which is why they didn't chase the suspicious fellow away.

Yang Jian had walked halfway when he realized something was wrong. The fragrance emanating from Su Daji lingered like a persistent leech. He turned around and looked back.

Su Daji was right behind him, smiling at him, and glancing meaningfully at the tent next to them where the bronze cauldron was placed.

"Why are you following me? You don't actually like me and want to go back to the bridal chamber with me, do you?"

Yang Jian pulled Su Daji aside and whispered in her ear, responding to Su Hu's earlier statement that he wanted to take Yang Jian as his son-in-law.

Su Hu was enjoying being Su Daji's daughter, and he had no desire to get involved with her.

If Su Hu gets drunk one day and consummates his marriage with Su Daji on the spot, there would be no way to resolve the situation.

He wasn't worried at all about Su Daji finding out that he had designs on the bronze cauldron, after all, he still held her inner core.

His purpose in saying this was to disgust Su Daji and prevent her from following him and disturbing his absorption of life essence.

"You wish!"

Su Daji's smile vanished abruptly, her face turning frosty, her eyes seemingly spitting fire: "I just want to know if what you said earlier about Wen Zhong's background is true or false."

The information Yang Jian provided was crucial to her, and her earlier advice was an adjustment made in response to the changes brought about by Yang Jian.

If Wen Zhong is indeed backed by the Jie Sect, then she will definitely have to meet with him.

"Want to know?"

Yang Jian stroked his chin, looking Su Daji up and down with great interest.

His amused gaze made Su Daji feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Don't even think about it.

Su Daji quickly retorted.

"I haven't thought about it yet," Yang Jian said sarcastically, "What do you think I'm thinking?"

Before Su Daji could answer, he gave up his intention to continue teasing her and said seriously, "If you tell me what you're here for, I'll tell you whether what I said earlier was true or false."

Upon hearing Yang Jian's request, Su Daji immediately turned and left, saying, "You're still my personal bodyguard, so don't neglect your duties."

The guards on one side were watching Yang Jian. If Su Daji had already left and Yang Jian was still here, it meant he definitely had ill intentions.

Yang Jian had no choice but to give up, thinking that he would have to find another opportunity to absorb the essence.

That evening, of the seventy-two warlords, only forty-eight arrived.

The remaining sixteen vassal states suffered total annihilation, and eight defected and were on their way back to their fiefdoms.

Grand Tutor Wen Zhong of the Shang Dynasty dispatched four generals of the Mo family with one hundred personal guards to pursue and kill the eight fleeing feudal lords.

"Master, the talisman sent by the Four Demon Generals says that they have caught up with the rebel lords and will definitely bring all the rebels back before sunrise tomorrow."

Deng Zhong lowered his head, not daring to look at the man in front of the desk. This was Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor of the Yin Shang Dynasty, and also his master.

Wen Zhong seemed not to hear, continuing to process the intelligence before him. This intelligence came from his spies planted in various feudal lords' forces, and it was of great importance. He did not take the matter of the traitor to heart.

With the Four Demon Generals on the scene, how could things not go smoothly?

After a long time, Deng Zhong remained in the posture of presenting the talisman, not daring to move. Before his master spoke, any movement could lead to his death.

My master has already become an immortal, and immortals have no shortage of time or disciples.

He was his master's nth disciple, I can't even count them all, all his previous senior brothers are dead.

He is now the senior disciple; he has three junior disciples who are cultivating in Chaoge City and did not come with him.

Wen Zhong continued to examine the bamboo scroll in his hand, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible, his brow furrowed in worry.

He only snapped out of his daze when a jade lantern on the table in front of him began to glow.

"Oh, it's Deng Zhong~ I see. Put the talisman down first. There's someone at the door being stopped by the guards. He's here to see me. Go and invite him in."

Deng Zhong put down the talisman and took his leave. A short while later, he led in a masked man in black.

No wonder he was stopped by the camp guards. With his furtive attire, it was good that he wasn't killed on the spot. It was only because he entered through the main gate that he was spared.

The masked man entered the tent, said nothing, and bowed his head and clasped his hands in greeting to Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong casually toyed with the seal in his hand and called out, "Deng Zhong~"

"What are your instructions, Master?"

"Go stand guard outside the door. Remember to keep your ears shut and don't listen to anything you shouldn't."

Wen Zhong spoke casually, his divine eye between his brows slightly opening, glancing almost imperceptibly at Deng Zhong.

Deng Zhong's heart tightened suddenly, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead: "It's Master."

After Deng Zhong left, the man in black removed his mask, revealing himself to be the Marquis of Liao of Beihai, who had previously accompanied Yuan Futong to the Jizhou camp.

Marquis of Liao of Beihai knelt down immediately: "Zhang Dinghai pays respects to the Grand Tutor."

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