CHAPTER 247: CHAPTER 247 THE TRUE LORD TALKS ABOUT QI

Yang Jian looked at Nezha’s reaction and knew that he had given up the idea. He continued, "But from what you said, the wounds on His Highness were caused by you, right?"

"And the medicine was given by you?" Nezha retorted.

Yang Jian did not deny it. He looked at Nezha and said, "I’ve been appointed as the Heavenly Mechanism Commander of Xiqi by His Highness. Though I’m a cultivator, I understand the principles of loyalty to the sovereign and love for the country. Even if His Highness is somewhat at fault, you and I should have advised him in the past. But laying a hand on him is akin to treason."

As Yang Jian spoke, his expression grew cold.

He knew his own strength and reputation in the cultivation world. By saying these words, he hoped to intimidate Nezha.

However, Nezha clearly did not buy any of it. He grabbed Yang Jian’s shoulder and, without calling him a fellow cultivator, said instead, "Brother Yang, it’s not that I don’t want to properly advise him; it’s just that he is too useless. If he had obediently listened, do you think I would hit him? I’m such a reasonable person."

"Ji Fa is the lord of Xiqi and the future ruler of the world. He naturally has his majesty and momentum. Even if he cannot cultivate, he is different from ordinary mortals. If you understand loyalty and wisdom, you should know the responsibilities of a subject."

Nezha did not expect the words of this Banished Immortal in front of him to carry a touch of sternness. He leisurely said, "Ji Fa indeed has some luck. Otherwise, how could such a large Xiqi be his to rule?"

"Sigh."

Seeing that Nezha was unmoved, Yang Jian sighed deeply and said, "Your eyes can only see the heights of spiritual inspiration but not the Qi Observation Technique. Alright, I will teach you the Heavenly Eye Technique so you can see clearly."

After speaking, Yang Jian pinched a talisman seal and brushed Nezha’s eyes. The scenery before Nezha changed dramatically.

Ji Fa sat on the main seat, his face full of distress and frowning, looking nothing like an emperor. However, in Nezha’s eyes, an unusual sight appeared: a red light shot up from Ji Fa’s head, reaching the sky, with a yellow cloud covering the top - an imperial omen!

"In Xiqi, the yellow cloud covers the top, signaling the appearance of a Saint. In Zhaoge City, although you transcend the Heavenly Dao, when you sacrificed yourself to assassinate King Zhou, a white rainbow pierced the moon, indicating rebellion against the king. Now in Xiqi, a red light pierces the day, foretelling military disaster. Yet in Zhaoge City, black Qi swallows Ziwei, indicating the fall of the nation. All these are the decrees of the heavens, intertwined with the natural order. Do you, alone, seek to defy the heavens?"

Yang Jian spoke with heartfelt earnestness, and Nezha remained silent.

Seeing Nezha unresponsive, Yang Jian continued, "Judging by demeanor and appearance alone, Ji Fa is no match for Bo Yikao. Since Bo Yikao is not dead, upon his return to Xiqi, he should have been king. Do you know why it is Ji Fa who sits on the throne instead?"

"To the common man, it’s because Ji Fa allied with Master Jiang early on. But in my eyes, it’s different. Ji Fa sits on the throne because of you."

"Because of me?" Nezha furrowed his brows slightly.

"Yes, because of you." Yang Jian poured the remaining wine into two cups and handed one to Nezha. "Bo Yikao was supposed to die in Zhaoge, but due to your interference, he survived and returned to Xiqi. He also possessed emperor’s fate, but due to the wrong method you used to save him, Daji tainted his fate with demonic energy, leading to today’s situation."

Nezha said, "According to you, I cut the Life Strangling Rope at Zhaoge, planting a seed of disaster in Xiqi?"

He looked at Ji Fa, who was anxious because of a few words from him, and then at Bo Yikao, who, though unnoticed, was calmly drinking alone in the hall’s corner.

"One cannot bear the Ziwei Life Chart, the other cannot suppress the Killer Wolf Sha. Brother Yang, this cup of wine—" Nezha emptied his cup, "is it to toast the fickleness of the Heavenly Dao, or to mock my foolishness?"

Feeling irritated, he both thought Yang Jian spoke in circles, making his head spin, and remembered the unusual thunder tribulation in Zhaoge City when he assassinated King Zhou.

Today was the first time he heard about fate. How could the circulation of fate be so coincidentally align with the so-called ’divine intention’?

Yang Jian said, "If it were up to me, I would choose noon, when the yang energy is at its peak, and let Bo Yikao and Daji ’merge.’ By suppressing the demon energy with the yang energy, maybe there’d be a change."

But Nezha shook his head, "The past is the past, the future is yet to come. I only care about the present. As for Bo Yikao, I saved his life. No matter how you look at it, I owe him nothing."

"Then?"

Seeing Yang Jian about to say more, Nezha gave him a bright smile and squinting his eyes, said, "Brother Yang, stop talking. I will definitely beat Ji Fa tonight, unless Brother Yang wants to fight me."

Yang Jian admitted that in terms of cultivation prowess, he wouldn’t lose to anyone of the same generation, but he had little interest in fighting.

Moreover, his extraordinary eyes had seen something:

Nezha was very strong, unimaginably strong.

...

Jiang Ziya had sobered up.

At this moment, he no longer cared why Ji Fa, whom he hadn’t seen all night, was once again bruised and battered. He only thought about how Fei Zhong and You Hun had conspired together recently and were now planning a sneak attack, making him secretly rejoice.

As the saying goes, the wheel of fortune turns, this year it’s in my favor.

A few days ago, the Xiqi army had only Nezha as their lone pillar, and now, Han Dulong and Xue Ehu had come to reinforce. Although these two were nothing significant, they guaranteed that their senior brother Wei Hu would come to fight when the time was right.

Among the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, Wei Hu was known to be a formidable and strong warrior.

Moreover, most importantly, Yang Jian, the disciple of Brother Yu Ding, had also arrived.

He instructed those around him, "Everyone, Fei Zhong and You Hun are treacherous villains in the court. Years ago, King Wen nearly died in Zhaoge because of these two. Today, I, Jiang Ziya, will set up an altar and perform a ritual, determined to eliminate these traitors and uphold justice!"

The wind on the mountaintop was particularly strong, howling like a roaring beast, making it hard for people to stand firm.

But Jiang Ziya didn’t care. Since Nezha had spoken to him last night, he had already made up his mind. He ordered his armored soldiers to build a three-foot-high earth platform on the mountaintop.

After a while, his disciple Wu Ji came to report, "Prime Minister, the platform is ready."

Jiang Ziya nodded, waving for him to go claim his reward, while he himself ascended the platform under the gaze of Yang Jian, Nezha, and others. With his hair flowing and sword in hand, he bowed to East Kunlun, arranged the stars, performed mystic arts, recited spiritual Chapters, and released talismanic water.

Though Jiang Ziya was only in the God Absorption Realm, having followed Yuanshi Tianzun for years, his skills were naturally superior to an average cultivator in the same realm.

As the saying goes:

Recite the Jade Void Mysterious Technique, the secret of the spirit talisman is flawless.

Exorcising evil and subduing demons respond promptly, summoning rain and wind as if rolling sand.

As Jiang Ziya performed the ritual, a fierce gust immediately swept through the heavens and earth, howling through the trees, leaving swirling dust and a shrouded world!

Aside from a few warriors with some cultivation, almost no one could keep their eyes open.

Meanwhile, behind another mountain, lay the vast Chengtang army.

Lu Xiong was in the main tent.

The summer heat was overwhelming; he had shed his robes and paced back and forth, bare-chested.

Fei Zhong and You Hun stood nearby, wiping their foreheads of cold sweat. Eventually, You Hun couldn’t stand the heat any longer, feeling that if he stayed there any longer, he would surely faint. He spoke up:

"Lord Lu, you are already a defeated general. We, as supervisors, have not only refrained from reporting your actions to His Majesty but have also racked our brains and risked our lives to come up with a timely strategy for you. You not only don’t express any gratitude but also imprison us here. What is the meaning of this?"

Lu Xiong cast a glance at You Hun. Although old, his presence was still commanding. His imposing aura immediately made You Hun shrink back.

Fei Zhong chimed in, "Lord Lu, the wise adapt to circumstances. At this moment, we’re all in the same boat. You know well that Master Wen is strict in his military discipline, and His Majesty is severe in his punishments. If we suffer defeat here and news spreads to Zhaoge, not only will you lose your life, but your entire family might also be..."

Fei Zhong didn’t finish, but how could Lu Xiong not understand what they were implying?

He was irritated by the heat, realizing that although these two were merely trying to save their own lives, what they said made sense.

A gentleman acts in accordance with the situation.

He thought:

Given Jiang Ziya’s superior position, he should have launched an all-out attack to crush me. Instead, he wants to negotiate, which makes him a fool.

Lu Xiong said, "If that’s the case, then let us play along with these traitors for now. Once my troops are reorganized, I will certainly capture Xiqi in the next battle!"

He had just made up his mind, unaware of Jiang Ziya’s altar and ritual. Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through, dispelling the heat, and he rejoiced, "Truly, heaven assists me!"

Fei Zhong and You Hun, previously suffering from the heat, also heaved a sigh of relief, immediately flattering, "General, your great fortune brings this cool breeze as aid."

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