A Night of Frost and Wind, Locking the Myriad Merchant Lords

A Night of Frost Fell, Freezing and Locking Down Ten Thousand Shang Lords. At the summit of Qi Mountain outside Western Qi City, the blazing sun scorched overhead, and heat haze billowed.

The heat-stricken Zhou army soldiers spotted a group making their way up the mountain from afar. At their head was a daoist in crane-feather robes, whisk in hand—it was Jiang Ziya. The soldiers across the mountain instinctively turned to look.

Their gazes naturally fell upon the people behind Jiang Ziya. Countless laborers carried shoulder poles, baskets and cages piled high, transporting them in an unbroken stream toward the mountaintop.

"Look, the Grand Preceptor has come!"

"In such scorching weather, the Grand Preceptor must have brought ice water, cooling mats, and other supplies to beat the heat. We can finally get some relief!"

Joy lit the soldiers' eyes, and everyone waited eagerly. After days of suffering beneath the blazing sun, their morale had long since grown restless. At this moment, they all hoped for something to cool them down.

Yet as the group slowly approached and the baskets were uncovered, what lay within was not heat-relief supplies at all, but one heavy padded armor after another, along with winter robes for warding off the cold.

The soldiers across the mountain froze at once, staring at one another in utter bewilderment.

"No way? In the height of midsummer, under this blazing sun, he's handing out thick cotton clothes? What does the Grand Preceptor mean by this?"

"I truly can't understand the Grand Preceptor's strategy. Put clothes that thick on, and we'll probably suffocate from the heat!"

Complaints and mutters rose all around. Listening to the soldiers grumble, Jiang Ziya was not angered in the slightest. Stroking his beard, he smiled faintly, deep meaning hidden in his eyes. "Be patient, everyone.