Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 26 A Deadly Intent Approaches

Wen Zhong gestured with one hand, his face expressionless, and said, "Get up. I told you to stay with Yuan Futong and not contact me unless it's important. Why are you so lacking in self-control?"

Just as Zhang Dinghai felt a tremendous force lift him to his feet, he heard the hidden reproach in Wen Zhong's words and immediately tried to kneel down again, but he felt his body was frozen in place and he couldn't kneel down.

"Don't kneel down for no reason. I'm not some high and mighty god, nor am I the emperor of Chaoge. You may not find it unlucky, but I certainly do."

Wen Zhong waved his hand dismissively.

Zhang Dinghai was a spy he had planted next to Yuan Futong, but he came over just a few days after being planted, making Wen Zhong feel that he had entrusted himself to the wrong person.

Yuan Futong wasn't stupid; he would definitely send someone to monitor Zhang Dinghai. This pawn was probably useless now.

I just don't know what good news it will bring me.

He asked, "You don't seem like the kind of person to act rashly, but things have changed."

Zhang Dinghai immediately cupped his hands and said, "Grand Tutor, you are wise. Originally, Yuan Futong planned to join forces with Marquis Su Hu of Jizhou to rebel against you. But who knew that a young upstart would appear out of nowhere and thwart Yuan Futong's original plan with just a few words. Now they have no intention of attacking you."

A strange look flashed across Wen Zhong's face as he asked curiously, "So what do they plan to do? I originally thought that if he were cornered, he could at least be considered a hero. Are they just going to wait to be slowly butchered by me?"

Zhang Dinghai: "Their plan is to outwardly comply but inwardly defy orders. They will accept the military command but will not exert any effort to attack the city, instead conserving their strength and dragging things out until the Grand Tutor can no longer bear it and intervenes himself."

"Hiss~"

Wen Zhong suddenly felt a headache coming on. His original plan was to turn the tables on Yuan Futong and then have a legitimate reason to quell the rebellion and wipe out all the large and small lords in the north. But if these lords really responded in this way, he would be in a difficult situation.

White Stone City is a tough nut to crack. The Northern Barbarians have the help of the Northern Sea Demon Clan, so even if they manage to take it down, they'll suffer heavy losses.

Unless we go to Jin'ao Island for help.

But if he went back in such a dejected manner, he would inevitably be looked down upon by his senior brothers.

I'll inevitably have to criticize him in front of my master.

He couldn't help but wonder, "How come Yuan Futong, a man, suddenly acts like a scheming woman? Could that young punk you mentioned be a woman?"

Zhang Dinghai shook his head: "That boy's name is Yang Jian. I heard from Su Hu that he is a disciple of the Jade Void Palace. Su Hu intends to make him his son-in-law."

He told Yang Jian everything he had said, except for mentioning Su Daji. In his heart, Su Daji already belonged to him, so he couldn't bear to see her get hurt and deliberately kept it a secret.

"Jade Void Palace?"

Wen Zhong's eyes deepened. It was not surprising that this Yu Xu Palace disciple named Yang Jian knew his background, but he had actually guessed the scheme of a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect.

Could it be that the Chan Sect has already realized their purpose and deliberately sent disciples to oppose them?

This is going to be difficult.

The Chan Sect has always been protective of its own. If they really intervene, they might end up beating up the younger ones and then the older ones.

It escalated further and further until it spiraled out of control.

This matter should be handled with caution.

"Why haven't you made a move yet?"

Wen Zhong suddenly asked.

Zhang Dinghai panicked and stammered, unsure what to say: "You...you little rascal..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zhong interrupted him: "I didn't ask you."

Wen Zhong looked at the empty space to the side.

The place was completely empty.

"They dare to hide their true colors even in front of my discerning eyes; they've got some nerve."

Wen Zhong stretched out his right hand, and a golden whip instantly appeared in his palm. He held the golden whip and struck at the empty space.

Just as the golden whip was about to approach, ripples suddenly appeared in the previously empty space.

A dusty, gray figure appeared.

The figure wore a straw hat, obscuring its face, and wore a wide robe with flowing sleeves, obscuring its form.

He was dressed exactly like the guards around Yuan Futong, only a size smaller.

His figure flashed and disappeared from the large tent, appearing on the top of the tent.

With another jolt, it soared into the sky, seemingly about to escape and ascend to heaven.

"Trying to escape? Dream on!"

Wen Zhong let out a cold snort, and his figure flashed into the air. He lashed out at the figure from afar with his whip, using the supernatural power of "Close at Hand, Far Away". Although he attacked the air in front of him, his attack was all-encompassing.

The figure crumbled like tofu, turning into a ball of spiritual light that exuded a strong demonic aura.

It was clearly a clone used to attract attention.

The real person, however, must escape in the shadows.

The gray-clad man wearing a straw hat thought his magic was flawless, and even Wen Zhong, with his immortal realm and divine eyes, could not see through it, allowing him to play with him at will.

Completely unaware that a pair of large, bright red eyes appeared in the night sky behind them, hanging like red lanterns, their forms seemingly blending into the darkness.

A gaping maw silently opened, gradually enveloping the man in gray.

Is it getting dark?

The man in gray noticed that the light had dimmed and the bright moonlight had suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, he immediately realized that disaster was imminent.

They were about to flee.

It bit down hard with its gaping maw.

The man in gray flew out.

But only half of it flew out.

The remaining half was inside the mouth of the black behemoth behind him.

"┗|｀O′|┛Aww~~"

The black behemoth let out a roar.

The gray-clad man, who was about to flee with only half his body remaining, was stunned by the roar of the giant beast and stood frozen in place as if he had been struck by a spell.

Wen Zhong rushed over immediately and whipped the frozen gray-clad man to death.

After the gray-clad man died, his upper body swelled up and transformed into half a spider.

The black behemoth walked over and spat out the remaining half from its mouth, which turned out to be a spider's rear end and two pairs of segmented limbs.

Although it is a beast, its body is covered with dense, black, jade-like scales hidden among thick fur, which are only revealed when the wind blows.

It was none other than Wen Zhong's mount, the Black Qilin.

Wen Zhong put the spider demon's corpse into his sleeve: "A mere little demon dares to show off in front of me."

In a flash, he was back in the tent.

They stared at Zhang Dinghai, waiting for him to give an explanation.

"Grand Tutor, that man looks very similar to Yuan Futong's guard. Yuan Futong probably already knows that I'm here."

Zhang Dinghai, the Marquis of Liao in Beihai, spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong's expression turned extremely ugly. Yuan Futong had indeed colluded with the demon race; no wonder he dared to think of keeping him here.

If this monster hadn't been so arrogant, daring to linger right under his watchful eye, he wouldn't have noticed.

Only then did he realize that the real problem had arisen; if he did not take action, Bei Zheng would surely return empty-handed this time.

Wen Zhong realized that he could not wait any longer, so he called in his eldest disciple Deng Zhong, who was standing outside the door, and said, "Immediately send a talisman to Mo Liqing, and tell him and Mo Lihong to come back right away. Let the other two brothers be responsible for escorting the rebels."

"Grand Tutor, what are you going to do?"

"To make an example of someone."

He sighed slightly. It seemed he would have to use the protective treasure bestowed upon him by his master to nip all the variables in the bud.

Yang Jian?

Wen Zhong pondered the unfamiliar name in his heart, unable to guess the deeper meaning of Jade Void Palace.

To kill or not to kill, that is the question!

Beihaihou's main camp.

"Mountain Lord, what do you think?"

Yuan Futong looked at the guard wearing a bamboo hat, who had disguised himself as a guard beside him when he went to find Su Hu.

However, no one would believe that this guard was the leader of the two.

The man in the straw hat took off his hat, revealing a hairy head with eight bright red eyes neatly arranged on it.

It looks terrifying.

Yuan Futong, however, was already used to it. He took the straw hat and hung it next to the barracks.

Although he is the Marquis of Beihai, the real power lies with someone else, no, with another demon.

In the end, he was just a puppet.

When he turned around, the mountain king's robe had turned into pieces of rags, leaving only a white jade-like spider.

This is the true form of the mountain king.

"If what Yang Jian said is true, then Wen Zhong absolutely cannot be allowed to live. If he wants the North Sea, he is cutting off the lifeline of the North Sea demons."

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Futong stretched out his palm and swept it across his head, making a beheading gesture.

"Indeed, I have already sent a message back to the king, asking him to send a powerful demon to oversee the situation. This time, we must ensure that everything goes smoothly. Even if Master Wen Zhong's Golden Spirit Mother comes, she will not be able to save her precious disciple."

After listening, Yuan Futong looked puzzled: "Then why did we give up on killing Wen Zhong back at Su Hu's camp? Wouldn't it have been stronger to join forces?"

"This is another thing I want you to do. I suspect that some of these people do not want to attack Wen Zhong and may betray us at any time. Now you are responsible for holding Wen Zhong back. In less than three days, reinforcements will arrive."

"Don't worry, Lord Shan, I have always had your relatives following those marquises. If anyone shows any disloyalty, they will come back to report to us."

Yuan Futong continued excitedly, "In addition, our words were deliberately meant to lull Wen Zhong into a false sense of security, diverting his attention to how to capture Baishi City. He would never have imagined that we would take his life in three days. Shan Jun has the upper hand and only lacks time; he is already poised for victory."

"You are a promising young man. No wonder the King chose you to be the Marquis of Beihai. When the time comes..."

Yuan Futong continued, "At that time, half of the northern human race will be given to the Mountain Lord as blood offerings to support his cultivation."

"I have one more request."

"Please speak, my lord, and I will certainly grant your request."

"That Su Daji is quite good. After killing Wen Zhong, I'll capture her and bring her to keep me company."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Futong felt a surge of resentment. He too was interested in Su Daji and wanted to possess her.

With a troubled expression, he tentatively asked, "The Mountain Lord previously said that the black cat Su Daji was holding had the cultivation of an immortal. I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Send some assassins tonight to test Black Tiger's strength," Mountain Lord casually said, glancing at his eight eyes. "I'll take care of it then, kill Yang Jian and Black Tiger together, then shift the blame to Wen Zhong, let the Chan and Jie sects fight like dogs, we're like brothers, heh~."

After saying this, Shan Jun smiled meaningfully.

"The mountain king is wise."

Yuan Futong left the camp to arrange manpower, when he saw two streaks of light flash across the sky and land directly in the due east direction, where Wen Zhong's camp was located.

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, but he didn't think much of it.

Inside the tent, Su Daji held a pipa horizontally, plucking the delicate strings, and music flowed from her fingertips.

Yang Jian, wielding his bronze halberd, stood guard outside the tent where Su Daji resided.

The sound of a pipa filled his ears, but it wasn't played very well, and the noise was making him a little irritated.

He thought about how he still needed to steal some essence.

He simply neglected his duties, wandering around aimlessly as if by chance, but his peripheral vision remained fixed on the tent where the bronze tripod was placed.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden unease, as if a great calamity was about to befall me.

Have we been discovered?

Yang Jian subconsciously opened his demonic eyes and looked around.

The Demon Eye looked eastward and, through the power of the Eye of Annihilation, suddenly discovered a soaring blue light. The chilling sword energy seemed to traverse a vast distance, slashing straight towards him.

A sudden pain shot through his brow, and blood oozed from it.

The Demon Eye was already injured after just one glance.

"The Green Lotus Sword!"

The Demon Eye's exclamation echoed in his mind.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill swirling around his neck, as if his head would fall off at any moment.

Isn't the Qingping Sword the sword of the Tongtian Sect Leader? How could it appear here?

Could it be that Wen Zhong is still carrying the Qingping Sword?

Generally speaking, before it is published, I update 4,000 words a day.

However, I'm worried that this part of the story might bore everyone, so I'll update more as a way of thanking reader Zhuo Dong Zhongying for the monthly tickets she gifted.

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(End of this chapter)