Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 31 First to Arrive, Escape Death

"Yang Jian?"

After everyone left, Wen Zhong suddenly called out Yang Jian's name.

"Yes"

Yang Jian responded.

The next moment, it was as if a huge rock had been dropped into a calm lake, creating a huge storm.

Wen Zhong suddenly launched an attack, saying sternly, "You are truly audacious! First you ruined my grand plan, then you killed my beloved disciple. Tell me, how should this matter be resolved peacefully?"

A grand plan?

Yang Jian frowned, and after a moment's thought, he understood Wen Zhong's meaning.

No sooner had Yuan Futong left after plotting with Su Hu than Deng Zhong arrived with his men to arrest Su Hu.

This suggests that Wen Zhong must have known about this matter, and there might even be a traitor among them.

However, he still didn't understand the root of Wen Zhong's anger. Was Wen Zhong a masochist who got upset when others didn't bother him?

He argued, "It was I who persuaded Marquis Yuan Futong of Beihai to abandon the idea of ​​attacking the Grand Tutor. Isn't that a good thing?"

"snort!"

Wen Zhong's face turned ashen, and his third eye glared fiercely at Yang Jian: "You brat betrayed my background, making Yuan Futong hesitant to act. Originally, I was just about to have Yuan Futong unite with the feudal lords to rebel, and then sweep away the world, and gather enough human sacrifices for the heavens. Now, thanks to your trick, White Stone City is now a must-attack."

It turns out that Wen Zhong's plot against the feudal lords was indeed real.

In the end, it was Su Daji who completely dissuaded Yuan Futong from joining forces against Wen Zhong.

If they do not confront Wen Zhong, the allied forces of the feudal lords will inevitably clash with the northern barbarians.

Did Su Daji intentionally cause a war to break out?

Why?

Yang Jian felt a throbbing in his head. Wen Zhong and Su Daji both had their own schemes, but their motives were unclear, and he couldn't guess what they wanted.

Wen Zhong continued, "You, Yang Jian, deserve to die for causing this situation. Even though you are a disciple of the Jade Void Palace, you cannot escape blame. How about we behead you tomorrow as a sacrifice to the flag?"

Wen Zhong's words ended with a question, which meant that he had changed his mind and abandoned his idea of ​​using Yang Jian as bait to lure Yuxu Palace into a trap.

At the same time, he developed a fondness for talent and hinted to Yang Jian to offer him conditions that satisfied him.

With such cultivation, one can survive the sword energy of the Qingping Sword; given time, one will surely become a fierce general.

He had investigated Yang Jian and naturally knew about his relationship with Shen Gongbao. But Shen Gongbao was far too insignificant; even if he could easily crush Yang Jian, he would still be a threat.

Shen Gongbao might even come and apologize on Yang Jian's behalf, so that Yang Jian wouldn't take his anger out on Shen Gongbao.

As for plans regarding the fate of the Chan Sect, there will be plenty of time and opportunities in the future.

Yang Jian's heartbeat slowed down abruptly. Wen Zhong's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was quite playful, but it didn't seem like he was joking.

He dared not be negligent; it would be terrible if he gambled his life on this gamble.

"Grand Tutor, please take a look!"

Yang Jian revealed a demonic eye between his brows and continued, "The Grand Tutor has a Heavenly Eye, and so does Yang Jian. That's why Yang Jian felt a deep connection when he heard the Grand Tutor's name, and he couldn't bear to see Yuan Futong plotting to harm the Grand Tutor, which led to this terrible mistake."

"If that's the case, how do you explain killing my beloved disciple?"

"Yang Jian was unwilling to make a move, but Deng Zhong was so aggressive that I had already spared his life. Yet, he still unleashed a sword aura of unpredictable power in an attempt to launch a sneak attack."

Yang Jian was halfway through his sentence when he saw Wen Zhong's expression of utter boredom, with the whites of his eyes rolling so far that they almost reached the top of his head.

He immediately realized that Wen Zhong was not concerned about Deng Zhong.

He understood immediately and quickly replied, "I have wandered for decades, only regretting that I have not met a wise teacher and have wasted my life."

Wen Zhong then became somewhat interested and looked at Yang Jian with a serious expression.

Yang Jian cupped his hands and continued, "If you do not mind, I would like to become your fellow disciple. I wonder if any of your masters or uncles need disciples? I would appreciate it if you could introduce me to one."

Yang Jian revealed his purpose: to use Wen Zhong as a stepping stone to become a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother, or another second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect.

It's hundreds of times better than following Shen Gongbao; at least you won't end up with nothing but a decent magic weapon.

At that time, the Heart-Eating Curse planted by Shen Gongbao will no longer be a threat.

This was also his purpose in wanting to fight Mo Liqing: to attract Wen Zhong's attention.

Wen Zhong's face darkened. He deliberately pointed out Deng Zhong, indicating that he had lost one of his apprentices.

He originally thought Yang Jian would become his disciple, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian was thinking of his master and uncles and wanted to be his peer.

What a huge appetite!

Outrageous!

"Bang!"

Wen Zhong slammed his hand down heavily and roared, "Guards! Take Yang Jian away and conscript him into the army of criminals. Unless he can achieve the merit of being the first to scale the walls, he will be sent back to Chaoge to be used as a human sacrifice to heaven."

Yang Jian was not discouraged by the result; gambling is inherently about winning and losing.

His plan was to demonstrate his strength to attract Wen Zhong's attention, thereby gaining access to the Jie Sect.

Being able to become a disciple of a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect would naturally be the best outcome.

It seems that he has now succeeded halfway, at least he has attracted Wen Zhong's attention.

As the saying goes, if you want a window in the roof, you'd better say you want to tear the house down.

This is the best possible outcome.

If he really becomes Wen Zhong's disciple, his name will definitely be on the Investiture of the Gods, while becoming a disciple of a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect will give him a lot of room for maneuver.

Wen Zhong, as a third-generation disciple, was still too weak during the Investiture of the Gods.

The next day, early morning.

The war drums beat.

The army is assembled.

Yang Jian was in a camp of criminal soldiers composed of rebel troops from various vassal states, numbering in the tens of thousands, who had been stripped of their armor and weapons.

It will only be issued during a siege, and whether you can seize it depends on your skill.

Behind them was the supervisory force composed of the four generals of the Mo family and the elite troops of the Yin Shang dynasty.

If any of these convicted soldiers were to retreat even a step, they would be met with arrows shot from the guards and sharp blades slashing at them.

Before the army, the eight traitorous lords and their relatives brought back by the four generals of the Mo family, as well as the two marquises, the Black Marquis of Beihai and the Liao Marquis of Beihai, who had conspired with Yuan Futong to rebel, were kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, with soldiers holding knives behind them.

To Yang Jian's surprise, Yuan Futong was perfectly fine, standing calmly on the command platform, though his expression was rather unpleasant.

Could it be that Wen Zhong couldn't do anything to Yuan Futong? So he could only pick on the weakest link.

A gaze was fixed on him, and Yang Jian looked up instinctively; it was Su Daji.

Su Daji stood beside Su Hu, her graceful figure attracting most of the attention.

Beside her was a maid named Meiniang, who held a cat that was a black tiger in her arms.

Su Daji was saying something to Meiniang, then she pointed her finger at Yang Jian.

Mei Niang nodded and disappeared from the high platform.

Wen Zhong stood on the command platform, dressed in a red Taoist robe and wearing a golden crown. His divine eyes were slightly open between his brows. Mo Qilin was restless beside him, and the murderous atmosphere made him crave flesh and blood.

He glanced at the position of the sun in the sky, realizing that the auspicious time had arrived, and swung his golden whip down: "Raise the flag."

The soldier with the knife raised his blade and suddenly slashed down.

Rows of heads rolled to the ground, blood splattered everywhere.

The fishy smell in the air grew stronger.

In Yang Jian's demonic eyes, he saw streaks of red light rising from the slain corpses and disappearing into a huge bronze cauldron behind Wen Zhong.

The tripod has a rounded body and three legs.

The radiance it emitted was like the sun.

Compared to this, the bronze cauldron in Su Hu's army seemed like a firefly.

Beside it were rows of much smaller bronze cauldrons, brought by the other feudal lords' armies. At this moment, they formed an array with the central cauldron, capable of extracting the essence of all the dead and living beings on the entire battlefield.

"This is the real treasure. It's the sacred artifact used by the Shang Dynasty for sacrificial rites. All the essences they've collected are inside, and they're only going to use it during the grand ceremony. If we had gotten it... tsk tsk tsk. But now that we have this thing, we probably won't get many essences unless we kill the creatures ourselves."

The Demon Eye sighed in Yang Jian's heart.

He had no intention of sending Yang Jian to snatch it; with Wen Zhong present, that would be tantamount to suicide.

Seemingly sensing that he was being watched, Wen Zhong suddenly looked towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression hardened, and he turned his head away, not daring to look again.

Command flags waved on the platform.

Several bronze chariots emerged from the army formation and headed towards White Stone City.

A chariot attack on the city?

A hint of doubt flashed through Yang Jian's mind.

Soon, the shields and weapons that kept falling from the carriage answered his question.

These shields and weapons were prepared for these criminal soldiers.

These weapons were placed near the range of the arrows fired from White Stone City, but quite far from the formation of the allied forces of the feudal lords.

The purpose was to prevent these criminal soldiers from obtaining weapons and turning against their own side.

On the reviewing stand.

Wen Zhong gestured to the messenger beside him.

"Grand Tutor Wen has ordered! Those who advance first will be spared!"

The messenger's voice, aided by magic, resounded throughout the entire army formation.

Immediately afterwards, the drumbeats of the war drums suddenly became more rapid.

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