The news of Wen Zhong's death shocked the whole world, and ordinary people, including many high-ranking officials, were not clear about how he died. From the outward appearance, it seemed that he died of exhaustion and illness.
The King of Zhou could kill his wife and son on a whim, his temperament was extremely cold, and he was also proud and arrogant. He had very little sadness or sorrow over Wen Zhong's death; on the contrary, he felt that a heavy burden had been completely shattered, and there was an indistinct sense of excitement and exhilaration.
displaying a false front and back in front of countless officials and ministers was a basic operation for rulers, and his face also showed grief in front of them. Furthermore, he issued another ban on alcohol.
He did indeed feel painful, but not for Wen Zhong, but because this time Wen Zhong's Western expedition took away thirty thousand elite troops of Dashang, all of whom were battle-hardened soldiers. Now that more than 100,000 were lost, it was absolutely painful for Dashang. Plus, they also lost Si Shui Pass.
The Si Shui Pass is not just a fortress; it is also a military defense key to resisting the Zhou Kingdom. It was stockpiled with a large amount of grain, weapons, armor, and arrows. Surrounding the Si Shui Pass were also several million civilians and over one hundred thousand artisans. Now all of them have fallen into the hands of the Zhou Kingdom.
The King of Zhou had been busy for more than ten days, rearranging defenses, adjusting military deployments in various places, and moving troops within his controlled area. He had been anxiously waiting for a month, but when he found that the Zhou Kingdom had occupied the Si Shui Pass without further action, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Si Shui Pass.
Jiang Ziya, with his weary and aged body, arranged the defenses of Si Shui Pass and then collapsed.
If the blessings, fortune, and fate could be quantified and expressed in numbers, Jiang Ziya's current values would definitely have dropped to negative numbers, significantly so.
Wen Zhong went against the heavens, so he died and lost his Dao. From the perspective of heavenly justice, Jiang Ziya was even more severe than Wen Zhong. He used the ancient relics of demon races and brutally cursed an immortal with thick human destiny.
The last one who used a demon sword to massacre the human race was Di Jun. Can you, Jiang Ziya, compare to Di Jun?
Jiang Ziya has been worshipping the grass man for 21 days, and Wen Zhong is going to receive blessings. By doing so, he directly lost 21 years of his life. He is already almost 90 years old, and adding another 20 years? At this age, he can even apply for a senior citizen allowance in Sichuan.
On the tenth day after breaking through the Si Shui Pass, Jiang Ziya's life force had run out, and he didn't leave any last words before kicking the bucket. The darkness soon enveloped his vision.
Don't know how long it has been.
He heard the sound of flowing water. He never knew that water could make a "gurgling" sound, as if it was being squeezed out from somewhere. He faintly heard someone calling out his name.
"Jiayu, my junior brother?"
"Jiayu, my junior brother, why don't you wake up quickly?"
The voice was warm, and the address made him feel as if he had returned to Kunlun Mountain.
From "Jiayu junior brother" to "Jiang junior brother," and then to "Jiayu Elder" and "Jiang Minister," he felt that he was growing increasingly distant from the path of immortality. Now, he had a fairy who was willing to call him a junior brother? Too rare.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged immortal with a slender face, a demeanor like celestial grace. He seriously pondered for a while before his slow mind found related memories from past experiences.
"Master Yunzhongzi?"
"It is indeed I, Master Yunzhongzi. Junior brother Jiayu, you have suffered much."
Cloud Middle Immortal was wearing a red robe. To Jiang Ziya, the color was slightly jarring, but his consciousness was still in a state of travel, dizzy and without the energy to think much about it.
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"Master, I remember that I have..."
Cloud Middle Immortal said in a gentle manner, "Do not worry. You are still alive. I have refined a pot of seven-turn Seven Harmony Dan using my seven-bead heart. Each pothole corresponds to an arrow, and your destiny and fortune are difficult to repair, but the damage to your life expectancy caused by the Nailhead Seven Arrow Script is somewhat compensated."
He then said with a serious and heartfelt tone, "Jiayu, the Nailhead Seven Arrow Script is too dangerous. Do not use it again in the future."
Jiang Ziya felt that the name "Seven Luminous Mind" sounded familiar, but before he could dwell on it, Cloud Middle Immortal mentioned the Nailhead Seven Arrow Script. At that moment, Jiang Ziya was still scared and quickly forgot about the Seven Luminous Mind.
He only knew that Cloud Middle Immortal had saved him, but he had no idea what means were used in the process or what was said.
"Master! I can't hold on much longer!" His voice was hoarse, filled more with grief than anything else. He was too tired, too weary, and it seemed incredibly unfair that his peers were all busy. When Yang Jian and Wei Hu were in the Zhou camp, he thought his cause was already underway and that the future would only get better. Who would have thought that that was the peak? After that, it's been downhill from day to day! Now even Ji Fa has gone to practice Taoism. What a joke!
Lu Yan kept advising him not to use the Nailhead Seven Arrow Script lightly, but there was no other choice for him.
A ninety-year-old old man, both physically and mentally exhausted, has reached his limit of endurance. He is really struggling to continue.
Cloud Middle Immortal showed no urgency; he listened intently, occasionally nodding in agreement.
After Jiang Ziya didn't stop crying for an indeterminate amount of time, the Taoist immortal who was the true heavens' fortune, with his glance sweeping across the surroundings, observed the scene at Si Shui Pass. The Zhou Country elite soldiers were stationed at the city gate, and the citizens in the fields outside maintained their daily routine of rising with the sun and resting after sunset, as if there had been no changes for millions of years.
Cloud Middle Immortal carelessly waved his hand, and the people's faces instantly regained some vitality, making their bodies and expressions appear much more lively.
Jiang Ziya didn't notice anything unusual at all; he was still chattering on about his innermost thoughts, talking about the matters of the Holy Seal and the world below.
"Yang disciple is a meticulous person. I hope he can avenge his master Yuding soon. If he could return to help me, that would be great. Huanglong brother is indeed enthusiastic, but his own abilities are a bit lacking. Zhiyang brother is mysterious and difficult to understand, and even the two disciples of Wencong and Xianzhen let their disciple go to help the Han country. I really can't understand it. Ah."
He rambled a lot, complaining about something, feeling that there was some kind of power surging from within him. The more he spoke, the faster his body seemed to recover.
Suddenly, Cloud Middle Immortal called out, "Jiayu, my junior brother."
"Ah? Master, please say so."
"Don't forget our promise."
Jiang Ziya furrowed his brow, "What promise? What did I promise?"
He wanted to ask for more details, but when he lifted his head, he found that Cloud Middle Immortal had disappeared.
The world spun around him, and he felt his soul being propelled by some tremendous force, zooming at an unimaginable speed. It seemed like a moment or a century. Finally, his soul merged with an extremely heavy object. He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that this was the real awakening.
It turned out that before was just a dream. What did he dream about before? He tried to recall, but the dream disappeared so quickly. It felt like trying to catch water in his hands, trying for hours, and in the end, it was all for nothing.
With the memories from his dream dissipating, he looked at the bedside.
"Jiayu Elder, you're finally awake!" The portly Guiliuzun, looking worried, let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him wake up.
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