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On the official road at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, Lin Wu and several of his brothers were already squatting on a large rock by the roadside, waiting. The group was bored; Lin Tian was drawing circles on the ground with a brick, while Lin Yang was roasting a grasshopper he had just caught by making fire with his fingers.

Not long after, a group of people slowly approached.

The leader was an old man, dressed in a magnificent robe, with a face full of concern for the country and its people; he was none other than Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo. He was on his way to Chaoge and was passing through Yanshan, where he was making plans.

He was an expert in divination using the I Ching, and he had just calculated that a great general was about to be born in Yanshan. If he could be adopted as a son, Xiqi would have one more great general in its rebellion against Shang.

"Stop!" Ji Chang reined in his horse and looked at the few children who seemed particularly "arrogant" by the roadside not far away, especially the winged baby being held in someone's arms. His eyes lit up instantly.

"My lord, what's wrong?" asked the guard beside him.

"I sense that a divine child has been born here, and I have a father-son bond with him." Ji Chang dismounted, pretended to straighten his clothes, and put on a kind smile. "It seems to be those children. Come with me to take a look."

He led his men forward, but before he could speak, he saw the child (Lin Wu) holding the spear looking at him sideways with a blade of grass in his mouth.

"Hey, the old man Dad was talking about is here." Lin Wu spat out the grass in his mouth and shouldered the God-Slaying Spear.

Ji Chang, unaware that he had been meticulously arranged for him, still thought it was a chance encounter, and cupped his hands in greeting: "Young friends, did you find this baby?"

Lin Tian rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that his father was indeed incredibly shrewd. "Yeah, what's it to you?"

Ji Chang's smile froze for a moment, but being an old fox, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he sighed and said, "To be honest, I am Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo. I just realized that this child is destined to be with me, a son bestowed upon me by Heaven. I wonder if you gentlemen would be willing to hand him over to me to take back to Xiqi and raise? I will certainly reward you handsomely."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wu slammed the God-Slaying Spear into the ground, and with a loud bang, a large crack appeared in the ground.

"Adopted son? Fate?" Lin Wu sneered, his eyes mirroring Lin Xuan's. "Why don't you take a good look at yourself? You think you're worthy of being my brother's father?"

Ji Chang was so shocked by the power of the spear that he took several steps back, his face turning grim. Although he had never met these children, there were very few families in the entire prehistoric world who could casually produce such a deadly weapon.

"Young friend, you cannot say that. I am a sage of the human race, beloved by the people of Xiqi..."

"Alright, stop playing the victim." Lin Yang held Lei Zhenzi in his arms, a wisp of True Solar Fire at his fingertips scorching the surrounding vegetation. "My dad said this kid will be surnamed Lin from now on, named Lin Lei... no, Lei Zhenzi, and he'll be a member of our Lin family. If you dare to say another word, I'll burn your old bones to ashes."

Ji Chang trembled with rage. He was a sage respected by everyone in Xiqi; when had he ever been so humiliated by a few brats?

"You...you're abducting women...no, abducting a child prodigy! This will be punished by heaven!" Ji Chang pointed at them, his voice trembling.

"Divine retribution? I am the heavens!" Lin Tian sneered, twirling the brick in his hand. "Get lost! Before I decide to kill anyone, take your men and get out of Yanshan!"

Ji Chang looked at the brick that exuded a terrifying aura, and then at the faint phantom of the Ancestral Witch behind the children, and finally understood.

These aren't ordinary kids; they're a bunch of little devils from the Pangu Palace!

"Fine...fine! Pangu Palace is going too far!" Ji Chang gritted his teeth, then suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and with a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was genuinely furious, and he was also overwhelmed by that murderous aura.

"My lord! My lord, are you alright?" The guards quickly helped him up.

Ji Chang stared at the children who had already flown far away, his eyes filled with resentment and malice. He had originally wanted to strike a balance between the Shang Dynasty and the Wu Clan, but now it seemed that neither the Shang nor the Wu Clan had any intention of giving him a way out.

Just then, a shadow blocked his view.

A person dressed in a black robe and exuding the scent of sandalwood appeared before him.

"My lord, it seems that the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty have been completely disrupted. Lin Xuan is lawless and dares to even steal your general's star."

Ji Chang raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Who are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Western Sect, sent by the Sage Zhunti to lend you a hand, Lord Marquis." The man in black robes smiled slightly. "Lord Marquis, the rise of Xiqi is no small matter. As long as you nod your head, my Western Sect will guarantee your success."

Ji Chang remained silent for a long time. He looked in the direction of Chaoge, then at the Book of Changes in his arms.

"Lin Xuan, since you are so ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless in return." Ji Chang's voice turned hoarse and icy. "Go back and tell the Sage that Xiqi has rebelled!"

The man in black robes smiled with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan, in the Pangu Palace, looked at the "Xiqi's fortune has turned dark" displayed on the system panel and just smiled disdainfully.

"Good riddance! If you didn't rebel, how would I have an excuse to wipe out Xiqi?"

Lin Xuan took a sip of tea and turned to look in the direction of the delivery room. There, Lady Shiji's belly was emitting a strange fluctuation.