Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 522 is not an undercover agent; Explanation of the Heavenly Book (Medium Cup)

No… Wen Zhong glanced at his travel-worn king with some surprise upon hearing this.

Did I guess wrong?

"So, is the king in the palace a stand-in?" Wen Zhong asked thoughtfully.

Before this, he thought that someone had taken advantage of his absence to secretly replace his king.

"He is not just a substitute for me."

Di Xin said, "He is also my third son."

"third……"

Wen Zhong stared wide-eyed at Di Xin, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he composed himself and murmured, "No wonder he looks so much like him."

It is known throughout the world that this Shang king had two sons, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, both born to Queen Jiang.

The queen was imprisoned because she was implicated in her father, the Marquis of Dongbo's, rebellion. The two princes ran to break her out of prison, but were swept away by a strange wind and disappeared without a trace.

Today, after his second triumphant return from his eastern expedition, Emperor Xin held a celebratory banquet. During the banquet, a minister asked him to persuade the king to have another child, otherwise the Shang dynasty would have no successor.

Di Xin glanced at Wen Zhong and laughed, "Are those guys asking the doctor to persuade me to have another child?"

Wen Zhong coughed and said, "You gentlemen are also thinking of the future of the Shang Dynasty."

"For the sake of the Great Shang Dynasty? Hmph, the only one in the entire Great Shang Dynasty who has the right to say that is the Grand Tutor."

Di Xin smiled meaningfully and said, "As for them... they are just trying to ensure their own status and interests."

The other officials are all acting in the interest groups centered around them, for their families, and for their descendants.

Grand Tutor Wen remains single to this day, without a wife, children, or family, and everything he has done is for the sake of the Shang Dynasty.

His words were the greatest affirmation that his family, spanning three generations, had for Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong paused for a moment, somewhat moved, and shook his head with a smile, saying, "Your Majesty flatters me. The officials are only trying to maintain the stability of the court."

Di Xin suddenly raised an eyebrow and said, "Grand Tutor has assisted three generations of Shang kings and devoted countless efforts to the Shang Dynasty. His contributions are invaluable. Why don't you consider starting a family and leaving behind a bloodline? I will definitely find you a good girl."

Wen Zhong was suddenly stunned, his old face flushed, and he hurriedly said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty is joking. This old minister is a Taoist and does not get close to women. Moreover, fame and fortune are nothing but fleeting clouds to this old minister."

Good heavens, everyone entrusted him to urge the king to have children, but before he could even say anything, he found himself being urged to get married instead.

"What the Grand Tutor said makes sense. Mortals reproduce only because their lifespan is limited. If one could cultivate immortality... what would be the point of having children?"

Di Xin said, "This child is born to me and Consort Huang. He was secretly raised and trained by me in the deep palace, so he is unknown to outsiders."

"What a clever hiding place!"

Wen Zhong shook his head and laughed, "Your Majesty's move was truly well hidden. Even this old minister was fooled and almost thought Your Majesty had been replaced. In my opinion, this young prince has been well trained by Your Majesty."

"Hey, that kid is still a long way off."

Di Xin said, "Grand Tutor, I have heard that your black Qilin is exceptionally handsome and can travel tens of thousands of miles a day. I wonder if you could bring it out so that I can have a look at it?"

Wen Zhong looked at Di Xin, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

After going through all this trouble... you still say you weren't after my Black Kirin?

Di Xin hurriedly said, "Grand Tutor, please don't misunderstand. Sometimes when I need to go out... I need a mount to travel. I wanted to borrow one."

Wen Zhong coughed and said, "Can't Your Majesty still borrow Fei Hu's Five-Colored Divine Ox?"

"The Divine Ox can fly, but it's too slow. It's better for me to fly on my own."

Di Xin shook his head and sighed: "By the way, it was Grand Tutor who helped Fei Hu subdue the Five-Colored Divine Ox. I wonder if there are any other divine birds or exotic beasts suitable to be my mount?"

Wen Zhong pondered for a moment: "This old minister does indeed know some ferocious birds and divine beasts, but I do not know what Your Majesty's requirements are for a mount? This old minister will carefully select a suitable one for Your Majesty."

"First, I need to be quick; I can't afford to waste time on this."

Di Xin's eyes flashed: "Sometimes time waits for no one. Being quick can give you the upper hand. Secondly, your combat strength and class cannot be inferior to that phoenix of Ji Fa."

"This……"

Wen Zhong was dumbfounded. He had friends all over the world, and he did have some good "ideal mounts" in mind.

He even considered that if all else failed, he could swallow his pride and go to Biyou Palace to persuade a fellow Daoist to come and save the day.
However, as Di Xin listed these conditions one by one... he basically eliminated 99% of them.

Di Xin's lips twitched: "Could it be... that there aren't any at all?"

“Since the beginning of chaos, when heaven and earth were combined, all things came into being. Among all things were beasts, birds, and aquatic creatures. Among the beasts, the Qilin was the leader; among the birds, the Phoenix was the leader; and among the aquatic creatures, the Dragon was the leader.”

Wen Zhong shook his head and said, "In ancient times, the three races led birds and beasts to fight against the heavens and the earth. There are really not many mounts left that Your Majesty would want that are no weaker than the divine phoenix and can fly fast."

Actually, he had another candidate in mind: Yu Yi Xian!

In terms of cultivation, he is a great being; in terms of true form, he is a rare Golden-Winged Roc, whose wingspan can reach 90,000 li. Isn't that powerful? Isn't that fast?

But he guessed that given this fellow Daoist's temperament, if he dared to say that he wanted him to be his king's mount, then he had said it in the morning and brought the person over in the afternoon.

Di Xin pondered for a moment and said, "In ancient times, there was a dragon-horse carrying a map, which became the mount of King Fuxi; there was a fire-breathing unicorn, which became the mount of King Shennong; and Ji Fa also had a true phoenix..."

Wen Zhong quickly replied, "Your Majesty, you may borrow the Ink Kirin at any time if you need it."

Di Xin waved his hand and laughed, "I was just joking. Besides, how can I lend out my mount? It's getting late, so I'll head back to the palace now."

As Wen Zhong watched Di Xin's retreating figure, a resolute glint slowly flashed in his eyes.

The matter of the king's mount... must be resolved.

He immediately went to the backyard, where he saw a shed covered with golden wheat straw. At that moment, the Mo Qilin was sleeping in the shed, holding a small tree about three feet tall in its arms. The tree was covered with a light golden luster, and its bark was cracked like layers of golden scales. The crown of the tree emitted specks of reddish-gold light.

As the black Qilin breathed, all the light spots disappeared into its mouth and nose, giving its body a faint glow.

Wen Zhong smiled broadly and said, "Brother Mo, can we discuss something?"

Without moving, the black Qilin opened its eyelids and glanced at Wen Zhong, who had a fawning smile on his face. It quickly became alert, opened its mouth and swallowed the treasure tree, and then let out a questioning cry.

Wen Zhong smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't be after your Qilin Blood Tree this time."

"Woo woo ha ha..."

Mo Qilin laughed with a human-like look of disdain in his eyes, and then gestured for him to speak quickly.

Wen Zhong rubbed his hands together and laughed, "The thing is, our king is short of a mount..."

"Roar!"

After hearing Wen Zhong's words, Mo Qilin looked at the expectant Wen Zhong with a shocked expression.

Then it opened its mouth and let out a roar like a Qilin, the sound soaring into the sky, the terrifying sound waves mixed with saliva almost drowning Wen Zhong.

"I just came to discuss this with you. If you don't want to, you don't have to. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Wen Zhong wiped the drool from his face, his lips twitching as he looked at the mess in the backyard: "What are we going to do if we wake up the neighbors in the middle of the night?"

The black Qilin let out a series of low growls to express its emotions.

Wen Zhong was speechless after being verbally abused. Only after the Mo Qilin finished venting did he say with a dark face, "I'll say it again, you are an auspicious beast! An auspicious beast! Don't use such foul language!"

"Luckily, most people can't understand the language of the Qilin clan, otherwise your Qilin clan and I would have lost all face."

The black unicorn turned its head and snorted angrily.

"This is a bit of a problem... The king definitely needs a mount, but ordinary exotic beasts don't meet the requirements."

Wen Zhong was somewhat troubled, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and said, "By the way, how about we go to your clan's ancestral land? Just in case, you mean just in case there are any willing to follow the Great King?"

The black unicorn simply pointed at Wen Zhong with one hoof and burst into laughter.

"Hmph! Not worth discussing things with!"

Wen Zhong, furious, turned and left. After walking a distance, he looked up at the night sky and sighed, "Phoenix Crying in Qishan? Hmph, just a bunch of supernatural tricks. But do I really have to go see my master for such a trivial matter?"

Few immortals from the Biyou Palace lineage have mounts.

Originally, most of them were of different origins, representing various races, so their mounts sometimes caused discord within the sect.

Imagine a fellow Daoist whose true form is a lion, and then you see a fellow disciple who has found a lion as a mount. Wouldn't that be awkward?

However, Xiqi's use of the "Phoenix Cries in Qishan" as a pretext to claim that it is the mandate of heaven is indeed misleading most ordinary people.

Deep inside the palace.

Inside the palace, candlelight illuminated the hall as bright as day, and Di Xin, dressed in royal robes, was reading a book with his hand supporting his cheek.

"How does it feel to be on the throne?"

Without a sound, a voice suddenly rang out in the hall, and a masked person appeared.

The young Emperor Xin looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "Father? You're back? What about those traitors, Chong Heihu..."

The visitor nodded slightly and made a gesture. Soon after, the two appeared in the meticulously crafted secret room.

The real Emperor Xin removed his mask and began changing his clothes, saying, "He's dead!"

Wu Geng nodded slightly, then asked in confusion, "But Father, I've heard that Chong Heihu once studied under a True Man of the Jie Sect, and the Grand Tutor also came from the Jie Sect. Shouldn't the Jie Sect be on our side? Why would Chong Heihu turn against us?"

"Who told you that the Jie Sect is on our side?" Di Xin retorted.

Wu Geng was stunned and couldn't say anything.

"Immortals live forever and have long lifespans. Dynasties are nothing but fleeting clouds to them, and mortals are nothing but ants and weeds to them."

Di Xin shook his head and said, "They never take sides. If they do, it's only for some special reason, or to use someone to accomplish something, so..."

He stared at Wu Geng solemnly: "Remember this, from the past to the present, people can only rely on themselves. They can accept the help of gods, but they must never place their hopes on them."

Wu Geng nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What about the Grand Tutor?"

"The Grand Tutor is always an exception."

Di Xin said, "You haven't told me how it feels to be king these days."

"Tired!"

Wu Geng replied without hesitation, "I'm overwhelmed with memorials every day. It's exhausting. Look at me, my eyes are blurry, my back aches, and I'm not feeling well at all."

Di Xin paused, then asked with a strange expression, "So many... you've finished annotating them all?"

Wu Geng sensed something was wrong and asked in surprise, "Shouldn't it be finished already?"

Di Xin's eyes shone as he said, "It's right! It's good that I started cultivating your abilities in this area a long time ago."

Wu Geng's lips twitched. What do you mean by "training"? It's obvious that you trained him yourself and then became a hands-off king, okay?
"Have you encountered any problems these days?" Di Xin asked.

Wu Geng said with lingering fear, "Father is right. That Su Daji is truly a demon, she's terrifying."

Di Xin glanced at him and said, "I've already told you that the demon's magic is powerful. You can't control the child. I'm just using her to help me cultivate."

At this moment, Di Xin, having changed into his royal robes, stood up and said, "Now that I'm back, you can finally rest."

Wu Geng nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Di Xin was about to leave when he suddenly turned back and said, "By the way, future memorials will also be sent to you. Ah, this is also to train you."

Wu Geng was somewhat tired, but he still nodded and said, "Your subject understands!"

“My son, you are much happier than your father. Back then, your father had to compete with your two uncles for the throne.”

Di Xin stared intently at his son: "But you are different. Your two elder brothers are now missing and their fates are unknown. In the future, this throne will only belong to you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Geng felt a surge of energy. His back pain subsided, and he became more alert. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your subject will do his utmost. Where is Father going?"

Di Xin said, "Practice your skills!"

My father has been traveling all the way back and still has to practice his skills. He's had it much harder than me... Wu Geng clenched his fists secretly, and the figure in his eyes seemed even more majestic.

……

The next day.

Chaoge, at the Grand Tutor's residence.

"Ugh—I'm so angry!"

With a roar, Wen Zhong collapsed onto the table, nearly fainting from anger, clutching a battle report in his hand until it was almost crushed to pieces.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Ji Li and Yu Qing, the two apprentices, hurriedly said.

Wen Zhong handed over the battle report, and the two men took it, unfolded it, and were shocked: "How is this possible?"

Wen Zhong slammed his fist on the table and said through gritted teeth, "My fellow Daoists came down the mountain at my invitation, but they never expected to die in Xiqi. I swear I will not rest until I avenge this. I want to go to the palace to see the King."

Before long, at the Chaoge Royal Palace, civil and military officials lined up on both sides.

After a night of practice, Di Xin was no longer tired from traveling for days and looked radiant.

Then everyone heard both good news and bad news.

The good news was that with the deaths of Chong Heihu and others, the northern rebels collapsed instantly.

The bad news is that Zhang Guifang's 100,000-strong army failed in its western expedition, and the entire army, including the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, was wiped out.

Di Xin's expression turned grim upon hearing this: "How could the four immortals, even with their combined efforts, not be able to achieve victory, resulting in the complete annihilation of the army?"

No one in the hall dared to answer. "Report! Your Majesty!"

At this moment, an official from the Meridian Gate reported: "A Qi cultivator has come to see Your Majesty outside the Meridian Gate, claiming to have confidential and important information to request an audience."

"Taoist..."

Di Xin said in a deep voice, "Please come here!"

Wen Zhong also looked on curiously, wondering who would be arriving at this time.

However, they heard his voice before they even saw him:
"Having mastered the true secrets of the Five Elements, one can move mountains and overturn seas with profound understanding."

I can subdue dragons and tigers at will, and ride cranes and phoenixes to the heavens.

Purple mist rises thousands of feet high, and in joy, golden lotuses bloom within the fire.

"Walking leisurely in the glow of the sunset, I've lived carefree for thousands of years."

As the chanting continued, the crowd saw a Taoist priest, radiating a clear light, enter through the Meridian Gate, cross the Nine Dragon Bridge, and, with wide robes and sleeves and holding a whisk, gracefully enter the main hall.

Shen Gongbao… Wen Zhong's eyes widened when he saw who it was. He never expected that it would be this guy.

Shen Gongbao bowed and said with a smile, "This humble Taoist priest, Shen Gongbao, greets Your Majesty!"

Then he saw Wen Zhong and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time."

Wen Zhong returned the greeting with a strange expression, cupping his hands in return.

Di Xin glanced at Shen Gongbao: "Where does this Daoist come from?"

Shen Gongbao laughed and said, "Ah, from...from where I came from."

He still stutters… Di Xin frowned: “What secret or important matter did the Taoist priest say he possessed?”

Shen Gongbao asked, "Was General Zhang's defeat at Xiqi considered a display of loyalty?"

Wen Zhong asked in surprise, "You know?"

Shen Gongbao glanced at the civil and military officials in the main hall and smiled, "I know, but there are too many people here to talk, so I can't say."

Di Xin pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Everyone except the Grand Tutor and King Wucheng may leave."

The civil and military officials had no choice but to bow and leave, leaving only four people in the hall.

Wen Zhong said urgently, "Speak now!"

His report was sent by Han Rong, the general of Sishui Pass, which is closest to Xiqi. It only contained the result of the defeat, but the details were not clear at all.

"Alas, those four fellow Daoists from Kowloon Island died so unjustly!"

Shen Gongbao said regretfully, "They...they could have won in one strike, but they gave Jiang Ziya time to consider because of the connection between the two lineages. Unexpectedly, they fell into Jiang Ziya's delaying tactic...and with the help of the third generation of disciples from Yuxu, several of our fellow Daoists were caught off guard and perished. Alas, it's such a tragedy."

"Shen Gongbao!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong felt his blood pressure spike, his vision blurred, and he staggered, almost falling. Suddenly, he raised his hand and angrily pointed at Shen Gongbao, saying:

"Your Jade Void Palace has gone too far. Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but your senior brother Jiang Ziya killed my fellow Daoist, and you still come all this way to attack my spirit?"

Di Xin's face darkened as he coldly looked at Shen Gongbao: "Senior brother kills people, and junior brother wants to destroy their spirit?"

Too much!
Shen Gongbao was stunned and hurriedly said, "I...I...I..."

No, I'm here to deliver a message and ask for an official position!

He had been talking so much, his words were becoming more and more fluent, but now he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and couldn't say anything at all.

"Ugh, I'm so angry! Flying Tiger, close the door!"

Enraged, Wen Zhong summoned his twin whips, one male and one female, and raised them to strike: "Take this whip from me!"

Huang Feihu grunted in acknowledgment, then leaped to the entrance of the main hall and began to close the door.

Shen Gongbao finally spoke: "I...I am a member of the Jie Sect!"

Enraged, Wen Zhong suddenly paused, startled: "What did you say?"

Shen Gongbao then recounted his grudges with Jiang Ziya and his entry into Biyou Palace.

After hearing these things, Wen Zhong and his two students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shen Gongbao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously, "So Your Majesty, we have the same enemy, and I have come here specifically to help you."

Di Xin asked, "What does the Grand Tutor think?"

Wen Zhong glanced at Shen Gongbao and said, "This old minister will verify this matter with my sect when I come down."

Shen Gongbao said proudly, "Grand Tutor, please go and verify. However, there is one thing I must make clear in advance: my assistance to the merchants is conditional."

Di Xin asked, "What are the conditions?"

“Jiang Ziya was appointed prime minister in Xiqi, and my official rank cannot be lower than his.”

Shen Gongbao said, "Hmph... Hmph, you don't need to look at me like that. I have no interest in fame or fortune. I simply don't want to lose to Jiang Ziya."

Di Xin looked at Wen Zhong and saw him nodding in acknowledgment.

Di Xin's eyes flashed as he said, "Very well, then I will grant Shen Xian the position of Grand Preceptor of the Shang Dynasty."

Shen Gongbao bowed with satisfaction: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will certainly do my utmost to serve you."

After the court session, at the Grand Tutor's residence.

Wen Zhong scrutinized Shen Gongbao: "How strange, you actually have the guts to fall out with Yuxu Palace."

Shen Gongbao sighed, "Prejudice in a person's heart is a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can never overcome it..."

Wen Zhong suddenly interrupted him, saying abruptly, "You wouldn't happen to be an undercover agent sent by the Jade Void Palace, would you?"

"My infallible rhetoric failed me this time..." Shen Gongbao was shocked and furious. "Tong...Tongtian Master has already accepted me, so what are you still worried about, Wen Zhong? Do you also have a prejudice against me?"

He stood up angrily and said, "This humble Taoist priest will not serve you any longer. Farewell!"

If even the sect leader accepts them, then there's no problem... Wen Zhong thought to himself.

The master's eyes could see through the myriad worlds, all things, the birth and death of the universe. He could doubt himself but would never doubt that master.

He's assured that it's been personally verified by Lord Tongtian!

So he hurriedly got up, grabbed Shen Gongbao, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Shen, Brother Shen, don't misunderstand. I have experienced a lot in the mortal world, especially at such a sensitive time. I apologize to you for this."

Shen Gongbao snorted, "Fine... I came here with good intentions to help you, and you don't appreciate it at all."

Wen Zhong replied with a fawning smile, "Yes, yes, yes!"

After much persuasion, the "broad-minded" Shen Gongbao finally stayed and was served wine and food.

Wen Zhong asked, "Our fellow Daoists on Nine Dragons Island are also highly skilled and have attained the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, but I wonder whose disciple has the ability to kill them?"

Shen Gongbao laughed and said, "Well...you've come to the right person. One of them is a disciple of Jade Cauldron Immortal..."

Wen Zhongteng stood up abruptly, looking shocked, and said, "Yang Jian? Are you kidding me? They sent him to the battle of mortals?"

Yu Ding's disciple is quite famous... Shen Gongbao felt honored and waved his hand, saying, "It's neither Yang Jian nor Long Ji!"

Seeing that Wen Zhong was about to jump up again, he quickly said, "No... he's just an ordinary and unknown little apprentice."

Wen Zhong didn't believe it: "How could the disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal be unknown?"

Shen Gongbao glanced at him: "Ao Bing, have you heard of him?"

Wen Zhong was speechless.

This really doesn’t happen!
Shen Gongbao added, "There was also Nezha, the disciple of Taiyi Zhenren, and the other two Daoist brothers died at the hands of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun and Samantabhadra Zhenren and their disciples Jinzha and Muzha."

Wen Zhong slammed his fist on the table in anger: "This is outrageous... How come Fellow Daoist Shen knows all this so well?"

"Ahem... I have many friends, and this is what I heard from them."

Shen Gongbao said, "With the help of these juniors, Jiang Ziya is already beyond the reach of ordinary people. We must invite some fellow Daoists to come out of the mountains to help him."

Wen Zhong pondered for a moment and said, "That makes sense. Who should we invite?"

Seeing that Wen Zhong had fallen for the trap, Shen Gongbao said without hesitation, "I... I would recommend the seven senior brothers, Qiu Shou Xian, Jin Guang Xian, and Ding Guang Xian."

Wen Zhong shook his head: "That's not appropriate!"

Shen Gongbao asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhong asked in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Shen... seems to be in a hurry."

Shen Gongbao sensed something was amiss and quickly tried to cover it up, saying, "I... I just hope to defeat the enemy and take down Xiqi and Jiang Ziya as soon as possible."

Seeing that what he said made sense, Wen Zhong said, "As the saying goes, soldiers fight soldiers and generals fight generals. If we send out those senior brothers to face a few third-generation disciples of Yuxu Palace, it will be seen as bullying the weak, and people will laugh at us for being useless third-generation disciples of Biyou Palace."

But it's true... Shen Gongbao had no choice but to suppress his anger and said, "Don't forget that besides Ao Bing, those little devils have all caused a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace. Brother, be careful when you invite people."

The second generation of the Jie Sect was far superior to the second generation of the Chan Sect, but the third generation was far inferior.

But that's more appropriate. We can't let the Jade Void Palace be overshadowed by the Intercepting Sect generation after generation, can we?

Wen Zhong said, "I understand. Fellow Daoist Shen, please go to the guest room and rest. I will think about it carefully."

Soon after, Wen Zhong took out an incense stick from his room and lit it. In no time, the smoke swirled and formed the face of a Taoist priest.

"Hey, Wen Zhong, what brings you here today?"

"Brother Daoist, Shen Gongbao..."

Soon after the smoke cleared, Wen Zhong nodded slightly, confirming the claim: "Indeed, that is so."

At this moment, he was completely at ease about Shen Gongbao.

Not a spy or an undercover agent!
The next day, when Wen Zhong went to find Shen Gongbao, he discovered that Shen Gongbao had left without saying goodbye, leaving a letter saying that he was going to inquire about the situation and to prepare the position of Grand Preceptor.

"No wonder Fellow Daoist Shen is such a know-it-all, he knows everything."

Wen Zhong was filled with emotion: "Such dedication is indeed worthy of the position of Imperial Preceptor."

At this moment, Shen Gongbao was riding a galloping flying tiger in the distant sky.

"How would I know? I must have seen it with my own eyes."

Shen Gongbao muttered to himself as he played with two precious pearls in his hand. One of them shone with a clear light, while the other was dark yellow.

Soon after discussion, it was decided to adopt Shen Gongbao's method.

On the one hand, they sent a large army to conquer the enemy, and on the other hand, they invited immortals from all over the world to help them.

Since the crisis of the northern rebels had been resolved, Lu Xiong of Chentang Pass was dispatched to lead an army of 100,000 to launch a second campaign against Xiqi.

……

Yuquan Mountain.

Yu Ding emerged from the Golden Cloud Cave, his body radiating a clear light. He glanced around and pondered, "...A mount?"

As for Taiyi... he's been completely obsessed with the Primordial Brand mobile phone he developed these days.

Yu Ding looked into the mountains, feeling that he shouldn't concern himself with this matter now that he had graduated.

After all, Ji Fa's mount was something he was raised from a young age and came with him naturally.

His words are somewhat biased. As the old saying goes, if the disciples are not on good terms, the master is lacking in virtue.

He saw the little dog Taotie guarding the stone tablet at the cave entrance grunt, but it wasn't appropriate, so he walked past.

Soon, he eliminated Taotie and Qiongqi. Although they were as docile as cats and dogs on Yuquan Mountain, they would be a disaster if they went out into the world.

Then he looked up at the three-headed dragon coiled on the mountaintop... and fell silent.

Although the Three-Headed Flood Dragon had served in the Heavenly Court and was, to some extent, officially employed, and could transform into a mount or weapon to fight according to its master's needs... its lewd habits were truly hard to praise.

Judging from this, he doesn't have a suitable mount here!

However, he has a group chat, so he can help ask him.

at the same time.

Erxian Mountain, in front of Magu Cave!

Suddenly, the sky stirred with wind and clouds, and amidst lightning and thunder, a figure appeared with a bare, muscular upper body, wings on his back, and a golden mask.

The figure landed like a bolt of lightning, then its wings vanished: "Disciple requests an audience with Senior Uncle Huanglong!"

A moment later, Huanglong emerged, dozing off, his hair involuntarily floating upwards. Looking up at his head in surprise, Huanglong exclaimed, "Such powerful lightning magic! Who are you from?"

The young man held a small yellow jade pendant in his hands and said, "Lei Zhenzi, a disciple of Yun Zhongzi of Zhongnan Mountain, greets my master uncle. I have come to deliver this treasure to my master uncle Yu Ding on his orders."

"Wait a minute, I'm a little confused... Why is it that your disciple, Yun Zhongzi, is following Yu Ding's orders to deliver this to me..."

As Huang Long spoke, his eyes immediately lit up upon hearing the word "treasure": "Treasure, where is it? This doll?"

Lei Zhenzi laughed and said, "That's right, and there's also this scroll."

Huang Long exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be some kind of celestial book?"

Lei Zhenzi said uncertainly, "I think so. I left in a hurry, and I think I heard Uncle Yu Ding say that it was about some kind of book. Hmm, right, it's about the Heavenly Book!"

P.S.: Hmm... I feel like I didn't write the chapters well these past few days, so I'll start by reflecting on my own performance. I feel bad about it!