My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

"It seems... to be getting more and more fun."

Meng Chuan's lips curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

With his current strength, he wouldn't be afraid even if Hongjun took action, let alone those two mere Heavenly Dao Saints from the Western Sect, who were not even as good as lower-level Saints.

From beginning to end, he intervened in the Investiture of the Gods with a "just for fun" mentality.

The next morning, Meng Chuan went to find Di Xin.

"Your Majesty, I wish to take a long trip."

Di Xin was reviewing memorials when he heard this. He looked up, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Where is my teacher going?"

"Let's go to Beihai Park for a visit."

Meng Chuan said, "Since someone wants to test us with a rebellion, we have to respond. I'll go meet with those seventy-two warlords and see if I can lure out the fish hiding behind the scenes."

Di Xin pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Teacher, please be careful in all matters. If needed, I can send troops to support you at any time."

"No need."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, "I can go by myself. More people will only get in the way."

Di Xin knew that his teacher was incredibly powerful, so he didn't insist. He just gave a few instructions and then let him go.

After leaving Chaoge, Meng Chuan went directly to Beihai.

……

The North Sea is located at the northernmost point of the prehistoric continent.

The climate here is extremely cold, covered with ice and snow all year round, and sparsely populated.

The territories of the seventy-two vassal lords were distributed across this harsh and cold land.

When Meng Chuan arrived in Beihai, he was caught in a blizzard.

The wind howled, the snow fell heavily, and the world was covered in white, with visibility less than ten feet.

But for Meng Chuan, this kind of bad weather was nothing.

His divine sense spread out and quickly located the encampment of the allied forces of the seventy-two vassal lords—

A huge camp built at the foot of a snow-capped mountain.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were stationed in the camp, with flags waving and heavy guard.

Meng Chuan did not rush in directly, but first circled the perimeter of the camp to observe the terrain and defenses.

"The defense is fairly tight, but there are quite a few loopholes."

Meng Chuan secretly assessed the situation, "It seems that although these feudal lords have united, they are not united internally. Each has its own agenda, and no one is willing to reveal all their resources."

This situation is actually a good thing for him.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a gentle breeze and silently slipped into the camp.

In the center of the camp, there was a large tent, which was where the seventy-two lords of the various regions held their meetings.

At this moment, the tent was brightly lit, and the faint sound of arguing could be heard.

Meng Chuan landed on top of the tent and listened intently.

"...How many times have I told you! Before the imperial army arrives, we should strike first and head south to attack Youzhou! Once we take Youzhou, we'll have a foothold!"

"Nonsense! Youzhou's walls are strong, and its garrison is ample. With our meager forces, what can we possibly do? In my opinion, we should hold our ground and await reinforcements, waiting for news from Mr. Shen Gongbao!"

"Shen Gongbao? He's been gone so long without a word; he's probably already been captured by the imperial court!"

"What do you know! Master Shen Gongbao is incredibly powerful; how could those mortals in the imperial court possibly deal with him?"

Meng Chuan listened to the argument inside the tent and sneered inwardly.

It seems that these feudal lords had high expectations for Shen Gongbao.

Meng Chuan didn't listen anymore. He jumped down from the top of the tent, lifted the curtain, and went inside.

The arguing inside the tent stopped abruptly.

A dozen or so feudal lords sat around a long table, all staring wide-eyed at the uninvited guest.

"Who are you?!"

A burly, bearded lord was the first to react, shouting sternly, "Guards! Guards!"

"Stop shouting."

Meng Chuan waved his hand, "Your guards are all asleep, you can't wake them up."

The feudal lord's expression changed, and he drew his sword, ready to charge forward—

Meng Chuan glanced at him.

Just one glance.

The feudal lord felt an invisible force pressing down on him, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, dropping the knife from his hand.

Upon seeing this, the other feudal lords all paled; some drew their swords, some retreated, and some shouted for their guards.

Without exception, they all found that they could not move their bodies.

As if frozen in place, everyone was immobilized, with only their eyeballs able to move.

"Everyone, don't be nervous."

Meng Chuan walked to the main seat, sat down generously, crossed his legs, and said, "Let me introduce myself—my name is Meng Chuan, the Imperial Tutor of the Great Shang Dynasty, and I have come to quell the rebellion on the orders of the King."

Upon hearing this, all the feudal lords turned pale.

"You...you're the Imperial Tutor?!"

Some of the feudal lords cried out in alarm.

"That's right, it's me."

Meng Chuan smiled. "I heard you were waiting for news of my apprentice, Shen Gongbao? Sorry, he can't come. I saw through his disguise, and he slunk away."

"What?! Mr. Shen Gongbao, he..."

"He sent a puppet to Chaoge to fool me, but I saw through it on the spot."

Meng Chuan took out the half-sheet of talisman from his sleeve and threw it on the table. "Here, this is what's left of his puppet. If you want to keep it as a souvenir, you can take it."

A deathly silence fell inside the tent.

The feudal lords looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The reason they dared to rebel was largely because Shen Gongbao was backing them up.

But now, the puppet Shen Gongbao sent has been exposed, and the puppet himself has disappeared without a trace.

How could this rabble possibly stand against the elite army of the Shang Dynasty?

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat."

Meng Chuan clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "I'm here today to give you two choices."

He held up two fingers: "First, you must surrender immediately, disband your armies, and return to your fiefdoms. I can plead with the king for leniency. At most, you will be fined a little and have your fiefdoms reduced, but your lives will be safe."

"second--"

He paused, his gaze sharpening. "If you continue to resist, I'll have no choice but to kill you all and then install your sons on the throne. After all, the Shang Dynasty has no shortage of people who want to become feudal lords."

The tent was deathly silent.

The feudal lords looked at each other, and each saw fear in the other's eyes.

They knew that the person in front of them was not joking.

He could infiltrate a heavily guarded camp silently, and make a general kneel down with just a glance—killing such a person would be as easy as turning one's hand.

"We...we surrender."

The first to speak was the bearded lord who had just been about to draw his sword.

He knelt on the ground, head bowed, his voice trembling: "I surrender, please spare my life, Imperial Tutor!"

With the first person taking the lead, the others followed suit and knelt down.

"I surrender too!"

"I am also willing to submit to the imperial court!"

"Please, Imperial Tutor, spare my life!"

In the blink of an eye, the tent was filled with people kneeling on the ground.

Meng Chuan nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. A wise person knows when to yield; you have all made a wise choice."

He took out a prepared edict from his robes and threw it on the table: "This is a pardon edict written by the King himself. Sign your names and put your fingerprints on it, and this matter will be considered closed."

The feudal lords, as if granted a general amnesty, rushed forward to sign and affix their seals.

Meng Chuan stood aside, watching this scene with a calm expression.

He knew that the North Sea rebellion was just an appetizer.

The real feast is yet to come.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the tent.

The blizzard has stopped, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the clear blue sky has been revealed.

But Meng Chuan knew that above that seemingly calm sky, an even greater storm was brewing.

"bring it on."

He said in a low voice, a smirk playing on his lips, "Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."