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

The next morning, outside Chaoge City.

The camps of the Xiqi army stretched for dozens of miles, with banners obscuring the sun and war drums thundering.

Jiang Ziya stood in front of the central command tent, gazing at the majestic city in the distance, his brows furrowed.

The scene of Meng Chuan's solo charge into the camp yesterday still lingers in his mind.

The man caught Nangong Shi's golden spear with his bare hands, snapped it in two, and then left with the words, "You cannot conquer this city." His composure and confidence made Jiang Ziya feel uneasy.

"Prime Minister."

A loud voice came from behind him, "A mere Taoist priest has scared you like this?"

Jiang Ziya turned around and saw a young general, eight feet tall with a handsome face, striding towards him. A long sword hung at his waist, and the scabbard was inlaid with seven bright pearls that shone brightly.

This man was none other than Zhou Gongdan, the younger brother of Ji Fa, the commander-in-chief of Xiqi.

Jiang Ziya shook his head: "Marshal, you are unaware that Meng Chuan is no ordinary cultivator. I have cultivated on Mount Kunlun for forty years and have never seen such an unfathomable person."

"Unfathomable?"

Zhou Gongdan snorted coldly, "I'd like to see just how unfathomable he truly is!"

He pointed at Chaoge City: "Send the order: at noon, the entire army will attack the city!"

"Marshal, wait!"

Jiang Ziya quickly stopped him, saying, "Since Meng Chuan dares to make such a statement, he must have something to rely on. Attacking the city rashly could lead to unforeseen consequences!"

"Prime Minister, you are overthinking it."

Duke Zhou said proudly, "My Western Qi army has broken through five passes in succession, with unstoppable momentum. Do you think we're afraid of him alone?"

Ignoring Jiang Ziya's advice, he turned and ordered, "Beat the drums! Prepare to attack the city!"

The heavy sound of war drums suddenly rang out, shaking the earth.

In the Xiqi camp, squads of soldiers filed out, forming neat square formations, their swords and spears like a forest, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Siege ladders, battering rams, catapults—various siege weapons were slowly pushed out of the camp gates and moved toward Chaoge City.

On the city wall, the Shang soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweating.

Although they were numerous, they were inevitably apprehensive in the face of Xiqi's elite army.

Just then, a figure in cyan appeared on the city wall.

Meng Chuan.

He was still wearing that blue Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, the wind blowing his robes, making them flutter.

He gazed at the vast and imposing army of Xiqi in the distance, his face expressionless.

"teacher!"

Di Xin strode up to the city wall, his face anxious. "Xiqi is attacking! We..."

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, his tone calm, "I've said it before, they can't take this city."

He turned to Daji beside him and said, "Miss Daji, could you please brew me a pot of tea?"

Daji was taken aback: "Imperial Tutor, at this time..."

"The more war there is, the more calm and collected we must be."

Meng Chuan smiled and said, "Go ahead, I'll just drink here."

Although Daji was puzzled, she still did as she was told.

Di Xin stood aside, looking at Meng Chuan's calm and composed demeanor, feeling both admiration and anxiety.

The Xiqi army had advanced to within three miles of the city walls; the catapults began adjusting their angles, and archers drew their bows and nocked arrows.

A fierce siege is about to break out.

Just then, a beam of white light suddenly shot from the horizon and landed in front of the Xiqi army.

The white light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a white robe and holding a whisk.

The Taoist priest had an air of otherworldly wisdom and was surrounded by a faint auspicious light; he was clearly a highly accomplished Taoist master.

He bowed with one hand and proclaimed loudly, "I am Puxian, a disciple of the Chan Sect, and I have come down the mountain on my master's orders to assist Xiqi in its conquest of Shang!"

Samantabhadra!

Upon hearing the name, cheers erupted from the Xiqi army.

Samantabhadra is one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, whose cultivation has reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

With such a person assisting us, how can we not conquer Chaoge?

Jiang Ziya frowned.

He certainly recognized Puxian—his senior brother, who also cultivated under the tutelage of Yuanshi Tianzun.

But why would my senior brother come down the mountain at this time?

His master did not mention this matter to him.

Jiang Ziya had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The arrival of Puxian greatly boosted the morale of the Xiqi army.

Duke Zhou immediately ordered: "Attack the city!"

The war drums suddenly became more rapid!

The Xiqi army surged toward Chaoge City like a tidal wave!

The catapults roared, and huge stones ripped through the sky, crashing down on the city walls!

The archers unleashed a volley of arrows, the arrows swarming like locusts, blotting out the sky!

The siege ladders were placed on the city wall, and the soldiers shouted as they climbed upwards!

The Shang soldiers on the city walls fought back fiercely, with logs and stones raining down and arrows pelting down—

However, the Xiqi army's offensive was too fierce, and the Shang army's defenses were on the verge of collapse.

Just then, Samantabhadra moved.

He took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of white light, rushing straight towards the city wall!

His target was Meng Chuan, who stood atop the city wall!

In his view, as long as this so-called "Imperial Tutor" is killed, Chaoge City will surely fall without a fight!

A flash of white light!

The whisk in Puxian's hand transformed into countless threads, each thread containing a sharp power capable of cutting through the void, wrapping around Meng Chuan!

This strike is enough to grind a mountain into dust!

The soldiers on the city wall turned pale with fright and retreated in droves.

Di Xin's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively drew his sword—

Then, he saw an incredible scene.

Meng Chuan raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently tapped it.

Fingertips touched the thousands of threads of the whisk.

The thousands of threads that could have shredded mountains remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.

It was as if time had frozen at that moment.

Puxian's composed smile froze.

His all-out attack was actually blocked by a single finger from the opponent?

How is this possible?!

"A Great Immortal?"

Meng Chuan's voice rang out calmly, "Not bad. What a pity—"

He flicked his finger.

There was a muffled "hum" sound!

The thousands of threads of the whisk trembled violently, and an irresistible force was transmitted along the threads, causing Puxian's tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow freely!

He was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, tumbling through the air more than a dozen times before he could barely regain his balance.

After landing, he staggered back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

After finally regaining his footing, he raised his head and looked at Meng Chuan with eyes full of horror.

"You...you're a quasi-saint?!"

Even Puxian's voice was trembling.

He never expected that this seemingly young imperial tutor was actually a quasi-saint!

Meng Chuan did not answer his question, but simply said, "The Chan Sect's reach is quite far."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire battlefield.

"I'll give you a chance—get out now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Puxian's face turned pale and then red.

As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, with the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he was respected wherever he went.

"Arrogant!"

Puxian roared, and his entire body burst forth with white light!

His body suddenly swelled up, revealing his true form!

He was a hundred feet tall, with three heads and six arms, each arm holding a magical artifact—the Wu Hook Sword, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the Vajra Bracelet, the Demon-Binding Rope, the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!

The six magical artifacts simultaneously emitted dazzling light, converging into a devastating white beam of light that crashed down upon Meng Chuan!