King Zhou of Shang Was Not Foolish

When King Zhou of Shang inscribed this poem in Saintess Nuwa's temple, it meant that the era of the Shang Dynasty was about to come to an end.

Before long, Saintess Nuwa would likely send demon beasts to seduce King Zhou of Shang.

But what did that have to do with Lu Changsheng?

When he had first arrived in Hong Huang, Lu Changsheng might have looked forward to it. After all, it meant the era of the Heavenly Court was about to arrive. As long as he kept a low profile, he could surrender to the Heavenly Court in the future and coast through life.

But now, Lu Changsheng no longer cared.

He amused himself by admiring the poem that King Zhou of Shang, that idiot, had carved. No wonder its contents had enraged Nuwa.

"So Li Jing should be in Chentang Pass," Lu Changsheng said, thinking of Nezha, one of the Heavenly Court's two great rebels in later generations.

With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the border of Chentang Pass.

Lu Changsheng swept his gaze across the area, taking in the entire situation within Chentang Pass.

"Nezha hasn't been born yet," Lu Changsheng muttered.

He then looked toward the distant sea. The Third Prince of the Dragon King had been born, though.

Right after that, Lu Changsheng left.

Somewhere else, King Zhou of Shang had obtained something he found quite extraordinary. This tiny object looked unremarkable, but it contained endless mysteries.

"With this, I can learn about countless matters without leaving home?" King Zhou of Shang fiddled with the object.

This thing was none other than a product of the Internet that Lu Changsheng had ordered someone to create—a mobile phone.

After Lu Changsheng left, that Grand Unity Golden Immortal, brimming with fighting spirit, began his path of research and development.

He came up with many novel functions. For example, users could originally only add friends and chat, but now he had created the Chat Group function, allowing people to invite others into group chats. Opening a large group with three thousand members required one hundred Spirit Stones, and so on.

The Internet alone had tremendous potential for making a fortune.

"Great Mountain True Monarch has invited me to join an Immortal Cultivation Chat Group?"

King Zhou of Shang curiously looked at the newly appeared invitation.

He had only just begun to familiarize himself with this miraculous tool.

Yet an invitation to join a chat group had already popped up.

Judging by the group's name, was it a chat group for immortal cultivators?

It rather felt like some mysterious organization.

After a brief moment of thought, King Zhou of Shang joined the Chat Group.

[Group Chat Notice: Lone has joined the Chat Group.]

Mad Saber Daoist: Welcome to the group, newcomer!

White Cloud Fairy: Welcome.

Butterfly Dance Venerable—Grand SVIP: The creator of this QQ must be crazy for money. They even made some kind of membership system to distinguish between rich and poor. It's truly despicable. I absolutely hate it!

Heavenly Machine Divine Calculator: ? Fellow Daoist Butterfly Dance, that Grand SVIP after your name is truly eye-catching.

Hebei Rogue: Uh... Butterfly Dance Venerable, showing off everywhere.

Butterfly Dance Venerable: Where are you, Rogue? Let us properly discuss Dao.

King Zhou of Shang looked at the contents of the Chat Group in surprise. Was this the daily life of immortal cultivators?

It seemed quite unlike what he had imagined, carrying more of an ordinary worldly air.

White Cloud Fairy: Speaking of which, the place where I am has suffered some drought recently. The crops of the common people here have had poor harvests, yet they still have to pay tribute to the king of the dynasty. I plan to cast a spell and bring rain. Who can help?

Hebei Rogue: Count me in. I happen to be passing through the place where you are, White Cloud.

Lone: Didn't they say immortal cultivators should stay away from the mortal world? Why do you want to help mortals, White Cloud Fairy?

King Zhou of Shang was puzzled. Even he, the king of the Shang Dynasty, did not care much about such matters, yet these immortal cultivators, who far surpassed ordinary people, cared about the lives of mortals.

Butterfly Dance Venerable: Lone? Which fellow Daoist is this? Oh, Great Mountain invited him in.

Heavenly Machine Divine Calculator: @Lone, that is not quite right. Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. If the people of the Shang Dynasty live poorly, then the Shang Dynasty is severing its own foundation. A new dynasty will inevitably replace Shang. But a change of dynasties will surely bring a bloody storm, countless battles, and innumerable casualties.

White Cloud Fairy: That's right. We simply do not wish to see innocent people die.

Mad Saber Daoist: Exactly. Who cares about the king of the Shang Dynasty?

After reading the immortal cultivators' messages, anger burned within King Zhou of Shang. But after thinking it over, what they said seemed to make sense.

He, King Zhou of Shang, seemed to exist because of the people.

The prosperity of a dynasty also had a great deal to do with its people.

Lone: Then what do you all think should be done?

Hebei Rogue: Let me put it this way. If I were the king of the Shang Dynasty, I would certainly focus on developing the foundation of the dynasty. If the people lived well, everything would flourish. If they lived poorly, then it would all be over sooner or later. The dynasty would be worn down to death.

Heavenly Machine Divine Calculator: It is not about what we should do, but what that Shang king should do. If that Shang king wishes to make the Shang Dynasty bigger and stronger, he must know what to do. It is not for us to sit here and discuss what should be done.

Mad Saber Daoist: Well said.

White Cloud Fairy: Let the people eat well, recruit troops, develop agriculture and culture...

King Zhou of Shang looked at the immortal cultivators' messages. As a king, he knew better than anyone what needed to be done.

Compared with these immortal cultivators' amateurish remarks, he understood far more clearly what he should do.

King Zhou of Shang fell into deep thought.

Even these immortal cultivators had more awareness than he did as king. Was he truly somewhat useless?

Thinking of the poem he had previously left before Nuwa's divine statue, King Zhou of Shang suddenly felt ashamed.

And according to what these immortal cultivators said, if he continued ruling as he had been, without making any reforms or changes, the fall of the Shang Dynasty seemed terribly close.

King Zhou of Shang set down his phone and closed his eyes.

Value the people, develop civil and military affairs... Would he become a king whose name would endure through the ages, or a worthless king cursed for ten thousand years?

At this moment, King Zhou's thoughts changed slightly.

He loved his realm, and he loved beautiful women even more. But in the end, he was still the king of the people.

A king should do what a king ought to do.

Rather than abuse his power and act however he pleased.

King Zhou of Shang's gaze gradually became firm. Under his rule, Shang would surely become a powerful and prosperous dynasty.

"Still, Emperor Ye, the founder of this Internet, must be a peerless being among men," King Zhou of Shang could not help but sigh.

This thing truly was excellent.

At the same time, Great Mountain True Monarch suddenly realized that he seemed to have invited the wrong person.

He had invited someone he did not know into the group.

This left him conflicted over whether he should kick the person out.

After pondering for a long while, he finally sighed. "Forget it. Since he has already joined the group, let's observe for now. Being able to join the group also proves that it is a kind of fate."

Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng was chatting idly in the Chat Group.

He had no idea that he had been forcibly dragged into an Investiture of the Gods War.

As a chess player, he had made no preparations at all.

He was still leisurely chatting away in the group.

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