Jiang Shang entered the world to aid the court; the Grand Preceptor marched north to settle the realm

Since the last court assembly at the Nine Chamber Hall, Wen Zhong has begun to deploy troops with swift and decisive action.

The entire Chaoge City was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Countless soldiers, provisions, and weapons, like rushing rivers, converged on the military camp outside the city.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Everything is ready.

On this day, Wen Zhong entered the palace again to meet Di Xin.

Nine Chamber Hall, only the emperor and his minister remained.

Wen Zhong, clad in heavy armor, exuded an imposing aura. His battle-hardened presence made the vast palace appear somewhat solemn.

"Your the King, I have completed the troop deployment and will set out today to quell the rebellion."

"This old minister has come to bid farewell to Your the King."

Wen Zhong's voice was strong and resonant, echoing in the empty hall.

Di Xin stepped down from the throne, came to him, and reached out to help the old minister with his white hair and beard.

Grand Tutor.

"You've worked hard, Grand Tutor, to quell this rebellion."

"The journey to the Northern Sea is long and arduous, a harsh and cold place. Regardless of the course of the war, Grand Tutor, you must prioritize your health."

This is not just polite talk.

These are my honest thoughts.

Throughout the entire Great Shang Dynasty, there were few people whom Di Xin truly respected from the bottom of his heart, Wen Zhong was one of them.

This old man dedicated his entire life to the Yin Shang Dynasty.

Wen Zhong bowed deeply, his voice sincere.

"Your the King is too kind!"

"One who receives the king's bounty must serve the king faithfully."

"Suppressing the rebels and protecting our Great Shang Dynasty dynasty is the duty of an old minister; there is no need to mention hardship!"

At this point, Wen Zhong changed the subject, a hint of worry appearing between his brows.

"Your the King's decree for this expedition to the Northern Sea is to ensure that the enemy will never rebel again; this will undoubtedly take a long time."

"After I left the capital, although I had the assistance of veteran officials such as Shang Rong Bi Gan in handling all matters, large and small, in the court..."

"But both of them are quite old, and they are only knowledgeable in civil administration, not military strategy."

"While the Four Seas appears peaceful on the surface, Undercurrent are surging beneath. This old minister is truly worried that Your the King has no one to rely on."

"Therefore, a few days ago, this old minister took it upon himself to send a letter to Master Jinling."

Saint Mother Jinling?

One of the four direct disciples of the Interception Sect, Quasi-Sage Great Powers.

Di Xin's heart stirred, but he did not interrupt and listened quietly.

Wen Zhong continued.

"This humble servant begs Your Majesty to invite Jiang Ziya- Master Jiang Martial Uncle to descend the mountain and come to Chaoge to assist Your the King."

"Master has replied, and this matter has been reported to Grandmaster, Grandmaster has given his approval."

Di Xin's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

It really was him.

This game of chess is getting more and more interesting.

Jiang Ziya, who was originally supposed to be the prime minister of the Western Zhou Dynasty and in charge of the Investiture of the Gods to overthrow the Shang Dynasty, is now becoming the pillar of the Shang Dynasty.

Wen Zhong that Di Xin remained silent, Wen Zhong assumed that the King disliked Jiang Ziya for not being well-known, and quickly explained.

"Your the King may not know, but this Martial Uncle Jiang is the last disciple personally accepted by our Grandmaster Saint Tongtian."

"Although Martial Uncle Jiang is not skilled in cultivation, he possesses extraordinary talent in governing the country, securing peace, and deploying troops."

"I can say without exaggeration that Martial Uncle Jiang's talent far surpasses mine!"

This evaluation is undeniably high.

It should be noted that Wen Zhong himself was the pillar of the Great Shang Dynasty, capable of both governing the country with his literary skills and defending it with his military prowess.

There are very few people in the whole world who can make him say the words "far above me".

"When the late king was alive, my Grandmaster ordered my Martial Uncle Jiang to train under my command for three years."

"During those three years, he had become thoroughly familiar with the military and political affairs of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"With him assisting Your the King, Your the King will be even more powerful, and the Great Shang Dynasty will be as solid as a rock!"

"With this old minister stationed in the Northern Sea, I can quell the rebellion with peace of mind, without any worries about the rear."

Wen Zhong's words came from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well that the King's goal was not merely to pacify the Northern Sea, but to completely incorporate that vast land into the Northern Sea Great Shang Dynasty's territory and achieve true royal rule.

Such ambitions cannot be accomplished without at least ten or eight years of dedicated effort.

Given such a long time, he must find a reliable assistant for the King.

Jiang Ziya was undoubtedly the best candidate.

On the one hand, Jiang Ziya's abilities were indeed unparalleled in his time, making him more than capable of undertaking the task.

On the other hand, Wen Zhong also had his own selfish motives.

He couldn't bear to see someone as brilliant as Martial Uncle Jiang bury his life on Golden Ao Island.

Such extraordinary talent should shine brightly in the Human Clan court, assisting the Human Emperor in unifying the Human Clan and establishing unparalleled achievements!

At that time, the Great Shang Dynasty Human Clan, and the King's mandate to be the Human Emperor will truly be well-deserved!

Looking at Wen Zhong's sincere expression, Di Xin couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion.

"Good."

"Since he is someone the Grand Tutor highly recommends, I trust him."

"Once Jiang Ziya arrives in Chaoge, I will certainly give him an important position and will never let down the Grand Tutor's painstaking efforts."

Wen Zhong's loyalty to the Great Shang Dynasty is truly as clear as day.

During this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, I must do everything in my power to protect his life.

Even if fate ultimately decrees against him and he is forced to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods the Gods, it must be through physical ascension to sainthood, not through the ascension of his True Spirit.

This was the greatest promise he, the Human Emperor, could make to his loyal subjects.

Wen Zhong saw that the King agreed so readily, the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

What he feared most was that the King, being young and impetuous, would look down on those who cultivated Daoism, or that he would be disrespectful to Jiang Ziya because he was not well-known.

Now that the King has given his word, he has no more worries.

"With Your the King's words, this old minister is relieved."

He bowed deeply to Di Xin once more, the clanging of their armor producing a crisp sound.

"The King Majesty, I will depart now!"

"I will not return to the capital until the Northern Sea is pacified!"

These eight words were spoken with absolute certainty and a murderous intent.

"Alright, Grand Tutor, take care."

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Your the King."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhong no longer hesitated, turned around abruptly, and strode out of the Nine Chamber Hall.

That resolute figure showed no trace of lingering attachment.

Di Xin stood at the entrance of the main hall, watching Wen Zhong's figure disappear outside the palace gates, remaining motionless for a long time.

He slowly walked up to the highest point of the palace and leaned on the railing to gaze into the distance.

Chaoge City, banners blotted out the sun, and the army stretched like a dragon.

Wen Zhong rode Black Qilin at the front of the army, raising his Male and Female Twin Whips high towards the direction of the royal palace, and finally bowed.

Then, he suddenly waved his hand.

"Set off!"

Rumble!

Amidst the thunderous roar of ten thousand horses and billowing dust, the Great Shang Dynasty army, with unparalleled momentum, surged towards the endless northern frontier.

Even Di Xin, far away in the palace, could clearly feel that soaring aura of military might.

"Grand Tutor, you may go now."

Di Xin murmured to himself, his eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through the vastness of time and space.

"Until the day you return."

"I will give you a different kind of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"It will also give you... a different ending."

Di Xin looked up at the sky.

There, the clouds were thick and heavy, as if brewing a storm that would sweep across the land.

"Northern Sea is just a starting point."

"The real trap lies in Chaoge, in the Empress Wa's Palace."

"March 15th is the birthday of Nuwa..."

"You want to ruin the Fortune of my Great Shang Dynasty and usher in Tribulation?"

"Then I'll play with you guys for a while."

Let's see who's outsmarting whom.