Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 56 Before the Grand Ceremony

Yang Jian heard this.

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

This Deng Chanyu is truly ungrateful. He originally didn't want to get entangled with her, but her aggressive behavior was extremely annoying.

She deserves to be ruined by Tu Xingsun later.

Yang Jian: "There's a saying that big breasts mean no brains, and it's absolutely true."

As soon as Yang Jian uttered those words, he instantly felt that he had made enemies of three women.

Su Daji beside him, Meiniang behind him, and Deng Chanyu in front of him all had ashen faces.

"Ouch! Take this knife!"

Deng Chanyu was an impatient person. At this moment, she raised her knife and rushed forward, ready to strike.

Deng Jiugong shook his head, reached out and grabbed Deng Chanyu's raised hand, and lifted her away, completely ignoring her cries.

This troublesome daughter really gave him a headache. She wore her love and hate on her sleeve, and he was worried about leaving her alone if he were to pass away.

Thinking of Yang Jian's arrogant behavior just now, he was filled with rage.

He dared to be so arrogant after killing his beloved son; he must not be allowed to live.

Fortunately, he had already discussed it with the eldest prince, Wei Ziqi, and they would agree to do so as soon as the sacrificial ceremony was over.

He then led his troops to besiege Yang Jian, and then let the great demon from the northern border take action.

They will certainly not live past today.

After Deng Jiugong dragged Deng Chanyu away...

Su Daji suddenly lashed out: "What did you just say?! Do you think I'm brainless?"

Beside her, Mei Niang joined in the attack: "Yes, and me too."

"No, no, no, of course you have them, and plenty more."

"So you're saying we're very small?"

Su Daji didn't say anything more, but instead, with an air of unyielding politeness, she puffed out her chest and squeezed in.

Yang Jian did not dodge, but simply gestured for Su Daji to look around.

Su Daji looked in that direction and her pretty face turned bright red the next moment, and she wanted to bury herself in it.

At this moment, people around were pointing and whispering in this direction.

They mostly said things like, "This is Su Hou's beloved daughter? She truly lives up to her reputation," "In broad daylight, this is immoral," and "I wish I could take her place."

Su Daji's appearance at this moment is quite interesting.

Yang Jian's mind was filled with alarm bells. This woman was a fox demon, and her outward intimacy could not conceal her cold-blooded nature.

Perhaps this is a deliberate attempt to lull him into a false sense of security, waiting for him to lower his guard.

Then, out of the blue, they bite back.

His choice was to swallow the sugar coating and fire the cannonballs back!

Therefore, he never refused any small interactions with Su Daji, but he always kept a clear head.

A moment later.

The noisy atmosphere in the room immediately fell silent.

Important figures from the Yin-Shang dynasty began to enter the arena.

Leading them were Emperor Yi and Wen Zhong.

Behind him stood the four great vassal kings.

They are Jiang Hengchu, the Marquis of the East; Ji Chang, the Marquis of the West; E Chongyu, the Marquis of the South; and Yuan Futong, the Marquis of the North.

The four people had different expressions.

Marquis Jiang Hengchu of the Eastern Marquis's clothes were covered with skull pendants, giving him an eerie and sinister appearance.

As you walk, a breeze whistles through the skull, sounding like the wailing of a vengeful spirit.

His eyes flickered slightly, and as he passed by Zi Shou, who was in charge of guard duties, the two exchanged a brief glance and nodded almost imperceptibly.

This was their code, indicating that everything was ready.

Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo, wore a purple imperial robe and had a dark complexion. If you were to take off this robe and put on hemp clothes and put him in the fields, he would look just like an old farmer.

His brow was furrowed, clearly indicating that he was somewhat uneasy.

He recalled the divination he had performed before leaving home.

The hexagram indicates that this journey will be a reversal of the natural order, with the trigrams Kan and Li intersecting.

This is an extremely inauspicious hexagram, signifying double misfortune.

But when he consulted the oracle again, the hexagram turned into an auspicious one, indicating that a sage would be born on this journey, and that there would be no danger but only excitement.

He didn't believe in superstitions and immediately performed divination seven times in a row, each time showing two different hexagrams.

The secrets of heaven are unpredictable and truly unfathomable.

This was the source of his sorrow.

Fortunately, he had already arranged for Boyi Kao to lead troops to guard outside the city. If anything happened in Chaoge, he was told not to worry about him and to lead his troops back directly.

This move is a bet on both sides.

Whether the time comes or not, he will be able to cope.

Marquis Yuan Futong of the North stared intently, scanning his surroundings. When he saw Yang Jian, a cold glint flashed in his eyes before he quickly looked away and turned to Su Daji beside him.

He was filled with longing; this little beauty would soon be his.

As he looked around, he discovered that the great demon that had come with him from the northern border was now lurking in the area.

The great demon was extremely fast and very confident, saying that if Wen Zhong didn't use his sword energy, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Even if Wen Zhong uses his sword energy, as long as he is focused on escaping, he might still be able to escape alive.

He promised that once the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven ended, it would be Yang Jian's death day.

Yuan Futong thought about Wen Zhong's expression at that time.

I'm already quite impatient.

His excitement didn't last long.

He suddenly realized that Yang Jian had dragged Su Daji behind Wen Zhong.

This~

Yuan Futong looked toward the great demon's location, only to see it slowly shake its head, indicating that it was not acceptable.

No way? Damn it, you were just spouting nonsense to me before!

Yuan Futong could only look at Wei Ziqi beside him. Wei Ziqi's brows were full of resentment, and his eyes were glaring at Yuan Futong.

It's as if it's saying, "What other options do you have now? Can you really rely on the great demon of the Northern Territory?"

Yuan Futong shook his head slightly, indicating that he had no choice but to take it one step at a time.

The next instant, a pillar of fire shot into the sky.

In the center of the arena, the high priest of the Shang Dynasty danced around the pillar of fire.

They keep making inexplicable movements, claiming it's an act of communicating with heaven and earth.

After a while, they took a huge tortoise shell covered with writing and put it in the fire to roast.

Wait until the fire is extinguished.

The high priest retrieved the tortoise shell from the ashes scattered on the ground.

Carefully remove the ash that has adhered to it.

On the tortoise shell, lines scorched by flames appeared.

The high priest examined the patterns on it and began to interpret them. When he saw the back, his face turned pale.

"High Priest, will this sacrificial ceremony bring good fortune or misfortune?"

When Emperor Yi saw the high priest lying on the tortoise shell for a long time without getting up, he couldn't help but speak up.

Upon hearing the sound, the high priest was filled with fear and ran over, clutching the tortoise shell, and climbed the steps.

Panic gripped him, and his steps faltered.

He instantly fell to the ground, and even as his face slammed heavily against the steps, he held onto the tortoise shell firmly.

Ignoring the blood streaming down his face, he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this divination..."

The high priest paused mid-sentence, glancing at the people around Emperor Yi before his gaze fell upon Zi Shou.

Di Yi leaned forward, his eyes filled with a questioning gaze.

High Priest: "This is auspicious. Heaven and Earth are overjoyed. This blessing will surely ensure the longevity of the Shang Dynasty and the long life of the King."

"Yeah?"

Di Yi's eyes were playful; he had noticed the high priest's unusual reaction at a glance.

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely true."

The high priest steeled himself and affirmed once more.

Since the mistake has already been made, let's stick to it. Otherwise, if we hesitate and are timid, we will offend both sides.

"I don't believe you!"

Emperor Yi slowly shook his head.

The high priest's legs went weak, and he suddenly knelt down, banging his head on the ground: "I dare not deceive Your Majesty, this divination is very auspicious."

In normal times, the high priest of the Shang Dynasty held a noble position and, as the person who communicated with heaven and earth, would not be made to kneel by the mere Shang king.

But times have changed. Since Emperor Yi ascended the throne, dozens of high priests have died at his hands.

Di Yi frowned. Even though the high priest in front of him was not trustworthy, he couldn't find any other priests who could decipher the tortoise shells for the time being.

But if he didn't decipher the tortoise shell, he always felt somewhat uneasy.

He looked at the assembled officials and said, "Is there anyone who can decipher the tortoise shell? Step forward, and I will reward them handsomely."

No one stopped.

Should we give up on divination this time?

So be it. Why should my destiny be bound by this tortoise shell?

Just as Emperor Yi decided to abandon the divination this time.

Wei Ziqi stepped forward and reported to his father, "The barbarian chieftain we brought back from this northern expedition is named Mang. He says he can perform divination and can interpret tortoise shells."

Emperor Yi was overjoyed: "Excellent, let him come over."

After speaking, Di Yi looked at the Shang Dynasty high priest who was prostrate on the ground, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The high priest on earth trembled, awaiting his fate.

"Where is Zi Shou? Suppress this high priest who is wrapped in a coffin and make him one of the human sacrifices offered to Heaven."

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