My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Xiqi's offensive continues.

A month later, the Xiqi army had already approached the Five Passes.

In Chaoge City, people were filled with anxiety.

Emperor Xin convened three court meetings in succession to discuss countermeasures, but failed to come up with a feasible solution.

It wasn't that the ministers didn't want to contribute, but rather that Xiqi's offensive was simply too fierce, and it seemed that there were many extraordinary individuals assisting them within the army—

Those people's methods were simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary soldiers to withstand.

Wen Zhong volunteered to lead the troops into battle personally.

But Meng Chuan stopped him.

"Grand Tutor, there's no need to rush."

Meng Chuan said, "Now is not the time for you to make a move."

Wen Zhong frowned: "What does the Imperial Tutor mean? Are you suggesting we just stand by and watch Xiqi march all the way to the gates of Chaoge?"

"So what if we reach the gates of Chaoge?"

Meng Chuan countered, "Grand Tutor, what do you think Xiqi's true purpose is?"

Wen Zhong was taken aback: "Naturally, it's to overthrow the Great Shang..."

"Wrong."

Meng Chuan shook his head. "Overthrowing the Shang Dynasty is just a facade. Xiqi's real purpose is to force the king to make mistakes and do things that will anger both heaven and man, so that they can rightfully take over the throne."

"Therefore, sending troops now is exactly what they want."

Wen Zhong fell silent.

Although he didn't quite understand these intricacies, he knew that Meng Chuan was right.

"Then, in the Imperial Tutor's opinion, what should we do now?"

"wait."

Meng Chuan only said one word.

"wait?"

"Yes, wait."

Meng Chuan gazed into the distance, "Wait for Xiqi to show its weakness, wait for their allies to lose their composure, wait for those sages hiding behind the scenes to jump out one by one."

The corners of his mouth turned up.

"Then we'll wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

This wait lasted for three months.

In three months, the Xiqi army broke through five passes and marched straight towards Chaoge.

In Chaoge City, the sound of war drums could already be heard in the distance.

Although Di Xin appeared calm on the surface, he had privately asked Meng Chuan several times, "Teacher, how much longer do we have to wait?"

Meng Chuan's answer was always just one word: "Wait."

Until this day-

Urgent news came from the front: the Xiqi army had set up camp thirty miles outside Chaoge City, and Jiang Ziya had sent a challenge to Emperor Xin, inviting him to a decisive battle in three days.

After reading the challenge, Di Xin's face turned ashen.

"Teacher, they're going too far!"

Meng Chuan took the challenge letter, glanced at it, and casually tossed it onto the table.

"Since they want a decisive battle, then let them have one."

Di Xin was taken aback: "Didn't the teacher say we had to wait?"

"We've arrived."

Meng Chuan smiled and said, "That's exactly what we've been waiting for—they'll come to us on their own."

He stood up and stretched.

"Your Majesty, I will be leaving the city first thing tomorrow morning."

Di Xin quickly asked, "What are you going to do, Master?"

"Let's go and meet that Jiang Ziya."

Meng Chuan said casually, "While you're at it, see which monsters and scoundrels are standing behind him."

……

The next morning.

Meng Chuan walked out of Chaoge City alone.

He did not ride a horse, nor did he travel by carriage, and he did not even bring any weapons.

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back, he slowly walked towards the Xiqi camp.

The soldiers on the city wall looked at his departing figure, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Is the Imperial Tutor... going to his death?"

Someone muttered to themselves.

No one answered him.

Because nobody knows the answer.

Meng Chuan stopped in front of the Xiqi camp.

The camp gates were wide open, and two rows of soldiers stood with spears in hand, exuding a murderous aura.

An old man dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe walked out of the camp; it was Jiang Ziya.

When he saw Meng Chuan, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, how have you been?"

"Hope you've been well."

Meng Chuan nodded, his tone as casual as if he were greeting a neighbor, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, I'm here today to deliver a message to you."

Jiang Ziya frowned: "What did you say?"

Meng Chuan looked at him and said, word by word, "It's not too late to retreat now."

Jiang Ziya's expression changed.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, the mandate of heaven rests on Xiqi, and I am merely acting on orders. I cannot comply."

"Destiny?"

Meng Chuan laughed. "Are you sure that the destiny you speak of is truly destiny?"

Jiang Ziya's pupils contracted: "What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Meng Chuan shrugged. "I just wanted to tell you—you think you're following fate, but have you ever considered that maybe you've been deceived from the very beginning?"

Jiang Ziya's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He opened his mouth, about to speak—

A cold snort suddenly came from the camp:

"What arrogance!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light shot out from the camp, heading straight for Meng Chuan's face!

It was a golden spear, its tip wreathed in fierce power, moving at an astonishing speed, as if it could tear through the void!

Meng Chuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He reached out and grabbed something casually—

He firmly grasped that imposing golden spear in his hand.

The tip of the spear was only an inch from his brow.

The entire room fell silent.

Jiang Ziya stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

The soldiers in the camp were all stunned.

The owner of that golden spear was Nangong Shi, a general of Xiqi, who possessed superhuman strength and could pierce three inches of iron armor with a single thrust.

But in front of this seemingly refined young Taoist priest, he couldn't even withstand a single move?

Meng Chuan glanced down at the golden spear in his hand, then casually squeezed it—

With a "crack," the long spear made of fine steel was broken in two as if he were kneading clay.

The broken gun fell to the ground with two crisp sounds.

Meng Chuan dusted the iron filings off his hands, looked up at the dumbfounded man in the camp, and said calmly:

"Sneak attacks are not a good habit."

His gaze swept across the entire Xiqi camp; his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"I'm not here to fight."

"I'm just here to tell you something—"

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You cannot take this city."

"because--"

He pointed to his nose.

"I'm here."

After saying that, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards Chaoge City.

The Xiqi camp was left in complete silence.

Jiang Ziya stood there, watching Meng Chuan's departing figure, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

He had a vague feeling—

This great Shang emperor's tutor will become the biggest variable on his path to becoming a god!

Meanwhile, on the city walls of Chaoge.

Di Xin stood there, gazing at Meng Chuan's returning figure from afar, his eyes filled with shock.

Although he couldn't hear what Meng Chuan said, he saw it—

I saw the teacher catch the golden spear with one hand, I saw the teacher casually snap the spear shaft, and I saw the deathly silence in the Xiqi camp.

At that moment, an unprecedented sense of confidence welled up in his heart.

With teachers around, Da Shang will not perish!