Jiang Ziya: Here in Chaoge, My Martial Nephew Is the Reigning Grand Tutor!

Dao Body emerged from the Cave Abode, dressed in a magnificent palace gown, Surrounding Body by ethereal light.

With an extraordinary bearing, she was none other than the Saint Mother Jinling, one of the eight Direct Disciple of the Interception Sect.

Jiang Ziya glanced at it only once before quickly lowering his head, a sense of indescribable awe rising in his heart.

This is Senior Sister Jin Ling, one of the most outstanding disciples under our master. Her cultivation has long since reached the Quasi-Sage realm, making her a true Great Powers in the Primordial Wilderness.

Compared to her, the meager magical Magic Power within him was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

"Jiang Shang greets Senior Sister Jin Ling."

The Saint Mother Jinling looked at the Direct Disciple newly accepted by her master and showed no disdain.

The Master's decision has its own profound meaning.

She nodded slightly and began to speak.

"Ziya Brother Ziya, there's no need for such formalities."

"My master has already told me about this."

Her style of doing things has always been decisive and efficient, without any unnecessary small talk.

"Now that you're ready, come down the mountain with me. I'll take you to find Wen Zhong."

Jiang Ziya was grateful and bowed again.

"Alright, thank you for your trouble Senior Sister Jin Ling."

The Saint Mother Jinling waved her hand.

"We are both disciples of the same master, there's no need for such formalities."

With that, she waved her sleeve, and a beam of celestial light enveloped Jiang Ziya.

The next moment, Jiang Ziya felt a lightness Surrounding Body, the scenery in front of him became blurry, and the wind whistled in his ears.

It was as if the whole person was enveloped by an irresistible force, flying towards the sky at an unimaginable speed.

He was just a mortal; how could he have ever experienced such immortal teleportation techniques?

He couldn't help but look down, and saw the vast Golden Ao Island rapidly shrinking in his field of vision, turning into a tiny black dot on the East Sea.

Endless mountains and rivers, vast and Primordial Land, rushed past beneath his feet.

In just a short while, they had already traversed hundreds of millions of miles.

Saint Qiankun's disciple's ability to tear apart space and shift the universe deeply shocked Jiang Ziya.

He gained a deeper understanding of the difference between immortals and mortals, and became even more determined to do his part for the Interception Sect.

In terms of cultivation, I may never catch up with my senior brothers and sisters.

However, I must not let Master down on the other path he has pointed out!

Just as Jiang Ziya was filled with emotion, the voice of the Saint Mother Jinling rang in his ears.

"Arrive."

"This is the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty, Chaoge."

As soon as he finished speaking, the celestial light surrounding him suddenly dissipated, and his feet once again touched solid ground.

Jiang Ziya steadied himself and looked around. Before him stood an incomparably magnificent and imposing city.

The city walls soared into the clouds, their height unknown; within the city, traffic flowed freely, and the sounds of people filled the air.

A rich sense of everyday life intertwined with the soaring imperial Fortune, forming an invisible barrier that even immortals and gods dared not act recklessly here.

This is Chaoge, the capital of the Great King of Shang and the place where the Fortune of the Human Clan converges.

Compared to the ethereal Golden Ao Island, this place presents a completely different scene.

The Saint Mother Jinling seemed to be used to all of this. She led Jiang Ziya straight toward the most prestigious mansion in the city.

At the gate of the mansion stood guard soldiers in gleaming armor, each one brimming with Baleful Qi and exuding a restrained killing intent; they were clearly seasoned veterans.

Above the mansion's plaque, three large characters are written in a vigorous, flowing style: "Grand Tutor's Mansion".

Instead of going through the main gate, the Saint Mother Jinling led Jiang Ziya directly through the mansion's Restrictions.

As if strolling leisurely, they entered a Quiet Room deep within the mansion.

Quiet Room, a dignified man dressed in Purple Gold official robe, with three eyes on his forehead, was meditating with his eyes closed.

As if sensing something, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a Golden Light shot out from the central divine eye. After seeing who it was, a look of surprise and delight appeared on his face.

He quickly stood up, stepped forward, and respectfully bowed to the Saint Mother Jinling.

"Disciple Wen Zhong greets Master!"

His gaze then fell upon Jiang Ziya, who was standing beside the Saint Mother Jinling.

Wen Zhong pays respects to his Martial Uncle!

The word "Martial Uncle" made Jiang Ziya freeze, and he was completely at a loss for what to do.

The man before us is none other than the Great Shang Dynasty Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, who wields immense power and influence, and is also one of the most outstanding Third-generation disciples of the Interception Sect.

How could I, a mere mortal who had just begun my journey and hadn't even touched the Threshold, possibly deserve his bow?

"Martial Nephew, please rise! No, no!"

Jiang Ziya quickly stepped forward, wanting to help Wen Zhong up.

Upon seeing this, the Saint Mother Jinling spoke calmly.

"Wen Zhong, get up."

"Yes, Master!"

Wen Zhong then stood up and stood respectfully to the side.

He looked at the Saint Mother Jinling and asked with some doubt.

"Master, what brings you to Chaoge to visit your disciple today?"

The Saint Mother Jinling didn't beat around the bush and directly recounted the entire arrangement made by the Tongtian Sect Master.

"... That's how it is."

"This is your Martial Uncle Jiang Ziya. Your master ordered him to come under your command to learn military strategy and governance, and to gain experience for several years."

"You must arrange things carefully and teach diligently, without the slightest slackening."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong immediately understood.

I see.

This is the Imperial Edict of our Grandmaster.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately bowed to Jiang Ziya again.

"I will obey my Grandmaster's command!"

"This is nothing serious, Master. Please rest assured and let Martial Uncle Jiang stay with me."

"Disciple will certainly make the arrangements properly."

The Saint Mother Jinling nodded in satisfaction.

Wen Zhong was her most prized disciple, impeccable in both character and ability.

She felt very reassured entrusting Jiang Ziya to him.

"Alright, then I'll leave Ziya Brother Ziya to you."

She looked at Jiang Ziya and gave him instructions.

"Ziya Brother Ziya, you can stay here and study in peace. If anything happens, you can send me a message at any time."

Jiang Ziya was deeply moved.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. Jiang Shang understands."

After giving her instructions, the Saint Mother Jinling vanished into the sky in a flash.

Only Wen Zhong and Jiang Ziya remained.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Wen Zhong looked at his Martial Uncle in front of him, his mind racing.

He had to carry out his Grandmaster's orders.

But this Martial Uncle was, after all, just a mortal and held no official position.

It would be inappropriate to directly recommend him to the King and offer him a position.

This would be irresponsible to the Great Shang Dynasty and would easily attract criticism from the court.

However, if we simply give him a sinecure and provide him with good food and drink, it would go against the original intention of our Grandmaster in sending him here for training.

After a moment, Wen Zhong had a plan in mind.

"Uncle -Martial Uncle Jiang, since our Grandmaster has entrusted you with several years of training here, I will certainly do my utmost to impart all my knowledge to you."

He paused, then continued.

"However, my Martial Uncle is only here for training, not to serve as an official in Chaoge long-term, so I cannot directly recommend you to the King."

Jiang Ziya nodded repeatedly.

"What my Martial Nephew says is quite right, I understand."

He never came for fame or fortune, so naturally he wouldn't care about such empty titles.

Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw how understanding the man was.

"Therefore, I have devised a compromise."

"From this day forward, Martial Uncle will reside in my Grand Tutor's Mansion. To outsiders, you will serve as one of my advisors."

"You usually stay by my side, assisting me with some government affairs and listening in on important military matters."

"In this way, one can gain exposure to court and military affairs and accumulate experience without attracting too much attention."

"Martial Uncle, what do you think?"

This arrangement can be described as extremely thoughtful.

This gave Jiang Ziya the opportunity to learn while avoiding many unnecessary troubles.

Jiang Ziya was overjoyed and quickly stood up.

"This method is excellent! Excellent!"

"I'll leave everything to my Martial Nephew's arrangements!"

"Martial Nephew, your consideration is so thorough, Jiang Shang is extremely grateful!"

"Martial Uncle, you flatter me! We are fellow disciples; this is merely a disciple's duty."

Wen Zhong nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

"Martial Uncle Jiang, since you've agreed, let's begin our training now."

After saying that, he turned around, took a thick stack of documents from the Bookshelf, and handed them to Jiang Ziya.

"Martial Uncle, these are military briefings sent back from the East Sea in recent days."

"Since you're new here, why don't you take a look at these things first and familiarize yourself with the military and political affairs of our Great Shang Dynasty?"

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Jiang Ziya looked at the mountain of files in front of him, but he did not feel the slightest bit annoyed.

Instead, his eyes lit up, and an unprecedented surge of energy welled up inside him.

He picked up the top file and carefully unfolded it.

It contained detailed information about the troop deployment, food supplies, and conflicts with the Eastern Yi Tribes tribes in the border town.

What seemed dull and uninteresting to others appeared to Jiang Ziya as containing endless mysteries.

He only glanced at it, but he was completely absorbed in it, as if everything around him had disappeared.

In the study, only his focused breathing and the soft sound of his fingers gently tracing the bamboo slips remained.

Inside the study, Wen Zhong appeared to be handling official business, but his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Ziya out of the corner of his eye.

When he saw that Jiang Ziya did not back down, but instead resolutely threw himself into his work, he was deeply moved.

A barely perceptible hint of approval quietly appeared on that usually stern face.

This mortal Martial Uncle seems... somewhat interesting.