HCB Chapter 325 Zhao Gongming
Chapter 325 Zhao Gongming
hiss.
It's hard to evaluate Yang Jiao.
Our Nezha's shyness is different from others; he's a bit of a coward.
This commotion terrified Li Jing and his two sons, who were kneeling in Zhou's camp. They quickly moved to the table, their six hands firmly supporting the scarecrow and the lamp.
I was afraid it would go out.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Could it be that Grand Tutor Wen sent people to steal the Seven Arrows of Nailhead?"
Li Jing, terrified, clutched the scarecrow to his chest.
This is the foundation upon which he can lead troops again and the basis for gaining military merit; it must not be damaged in the slightest.
After calming down, he still felt a lingering fear as he carefully arranged the scarecrow.
They continued to kneel in devout worship, their hands clasped together, murmuring incessantly:
"Five more days, worship for five more days, and all glory will return."
Lu Ya Dao Ren witnessed firsthand how a mountain peak was completely destroyed by Nezha's fists and feet.
He sat upright atop the clouds, one hand resting on his knee, when a sudden gust of wind swept in, whipping his clothes and pulling him to the side before he straightened up again.
A hint of helplessness flashed in his dark eyes.
The power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal lies entirely in suppressing karma, and is now completely unusable.
Her long, flowing black hair flew up and tangled haphazardly across her face.
He took a sip of the spiritual wine, and a crystal drop slid from the corner of his mouth, flowing down the curve of his jaw and finally disappearing between his protruding collarbone.
Yang Jian looked at the aloof face of the Mosquito Taoist.
"Don't be afraid, it's not directed at you."
The confusion in the mosquito's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a firm affirmation:
"Poor Nezha, he's so happy just from drinking a bottle of milk..."
Her heart leaped with joy once more. She hugged Yang Jiao tightly, lowered her head, and nuzzled against Yang Jiao's neck, her voice soft and dependent:
"Luckily you brought the mosquitoes out with you. Yang Jiao, you're so kind."
Yang Jiao's neck itched from the mosquito's rubbing, but she didn't push it away. Instead, she used one hand to smooth the mosquito's fur and answered confidently:
"Now you know who treats you the best, right? If I'm ever captured by the Styx Ancestor, remember to come and get me."
Styx Ancestor?
Mosquito Taoist gradually released Yang Jiao, his face deep in thought.
“How can the Styx Ancestor compare to Yang Jiao? You are my best friend.”
At this moment, Yang Jiao dared not respond.
You really can't compare, you silly mosquito. I gave you some milk, but you earned it yourself through protection money.
You even absorbed the essence and blood of that Styx Ancestor.
The little mosquito, which I raised from the primordial era to become a god, was just stolen away by me...
It's a bit like the feeling of Wang Baochuan, who lived a life of luxury but was tricked by herself into digging wild grass in a cold cave in her previous life.
Yang Jian smiled and looked down at the two of them playing around in front of him.
Then, he felt a tightness in his sleeve. He followed the slender fingers and looked down at the face of the Mosquito Taoist.
Mosquito has a distant and aloof appearance, but it turns innocent when it sees me and my sister.
A jarring contrast, yet a strange fusion.
Mosquito Taoist tugged at Yang Jian's sleeve and whispered:
"Yang Jian, the mosquito thinks your master's divine beasts are pretty good too."
Yang Jian: ...
In the past few days, although there have been battles of varying sizes between Shang and Zhou, they have all been cold weapon attacks between ordinary armies.
Because of her status as a celestial being, no one stopped Yang Jiao from arriving at the Yin Shang army camp.
This was her first time here.
The scene was filled with armor and weapons, with smoke rising from the cooks' chimneys, baskets of fine millet, and pots simmering with meat broth—a stark contrast to the meager diet of chaff and wild vegetables in Zhou's camp.
When Yang Jiao arrived, the most excited person was Wen Zhong.
This celestial being from the Heavenly Court was quite familiar with the Chan Sect, which always made him uneasy. Now that he had finally come to visit, he would certainly treat him well.
Before she was even led to the tent by the soldier, the table was already laden with fruits and delicacies.
Wen Zhong craned his neck in anticipation, repeatedly asking the generals beside him:
"Why haven't they arrived yet?"
"Report—"
A soldier entered from outside the tent, cupped his hands, and said:
"Reporting to the Grand Tutor, the Immortal has gone to Daoist Zhao's camp."
"Oh..." He was a little dejected, then hurriedly waved for the soldier to stop. Thinking that Zhao Gongming was also a member of the Jie Sect, and that seeking him out was just as important as seeking him out, he immediately ordered, "Send all of these over there."
In the business, chickens and sheep were slaughtered, and they were busy for quite some time.
Rows of soldiers carried wooden trays laden with seasonal fruits, and some even carried whole roasted lambs, roasted suckling pigs, and stewed chickens.
It looks exactly like they're offering sacrifices.
Yang Jiao sighed:
"Yin Shou is really rich."
Compared to Ji Fa's group eating grass, the difference is quite significant.
Then, in front of everyone, he started packing.
After stuffing a large amount of food into his sleeve pocket, he turned back to look at Zhao Gongming, whose face looked somewhat haggard, and sighed softly, saying:
"I have already sent Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi to the Conferred God Platform. Rest assured, I have taken good care of them."
“Of course, I can trust you more than anyone else.”
However, Zhao Gongming felt deeply guilty.
If they hadn't been able to bring them down the mountain, they wouldn't have ended up dying. Even if Yang Jiao, the Pure Blessed God, were to bestow a good divine position upon them in the future, it wouldn't change the regret that their cultivation would stagnate from then on.
Who among those who cultivate the Tao doesn't want to make progress in their cultivation?
But now they've been put on the list.
"Master, time is almost up."
Yang Jiao's words pulled Zhao Gongming back from his deep thoughts. His gaze turned slightly cold, and he became solemn:
"Young friend, you must remember what you promised."
"The Three Immortal Maidens will all live."
Zhao Gongming nodded firmly.
He also knew that the Investiture of the Gods list was actually filled with people from the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect. From the moment it was drafted, those who were supposed to be on the list would be pushed up.
This time, it's just a gamble.
But he believed in the little girl in front of him.
When they first met on Jin'ao Island, she was just a child who wanted to become an apprentice. Now, she has grown into a young woman who needs to scheme so much.
They were all oppressed.
He sighed softly:
"I know what to do."
Yang Jiao also sighed:
"I'm sorry to have troubled you."
She raised her hand to lift the curtain and was about to walk out when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Yang Jiao turned around.
Zhao Gongming, who was in a high position, had already stood up and asked her:
"If you had joined the Jie Sect back then, wouldn't you have avoided getting involved in the Investiture of the Gods?"
“No, the Investiture of the Gods might be a murky mess for everyone.” Yang Jiao thought of her uncle, the Jade Emperor, with his majestic appearance and how he plotted for her when no one was around. She chuckled softly, “For me, it’s a smooth road.”
This is an opportunity to seize control of the future of the Heavenly Court.
Yang Jiao walked out.
Behind him, Zhao Gongming sighed:
"I have always believed that my master will accept you as his disciple."
This time, Yang Jiao did not stop and strode towards Qishan.
Thankfully, they didn't take it, otherwise how could we have cooperated?
Only when she doesn't belong to any of the Chan Sect, Jie Sect, or Ren Sect is she not a vassal and only then does she have the right to negotiate terms.