The Nine-Bay Hall.
San Yisheng had spent more than half a year ramming his head into a pillar. Now that he was suddenly gone, it felt rather strange.
At that thought, Zi Shou felt all the more certain he was doomed sooner or later.
In the original Investiture of the Gods, Yun Zhongzi and Chijingzi had taken his two ready-made sons as disciples. Those sons had wheedled a pile of badass magic treasures out of their ready-made masters, only for Shen Gongbao to talk them into switching sides and helping Shang fight Zhou.
Although they had still ended up dead, they had at least scored some victories and made decent allies.
But now? Neither of his sons had been taken in. Chong Yingbiao and San Yisheng had been taken instead.
Even if Chong Yingbiao could switch sides to help Shang fight Zhou, Shang would still be down one capable fighter for no good reason.
Moreover, Chijingzi had taken San Yisheng as a disciple on behalf of his eldest senior brother, the Antarctic Immortal.
Few members of the Three Teachings had survived the Investiture Calamity unscathed, and the Antarctic Immortal was one of them. After training under him for a while, San Yisheng was bound to become quite formidable.
Just look at that. Shang was to fall and Zhou to rise. Great Shang might look prosperous on the surface, but the Chan Sect already had a countermeasure: strengthening Xiqi by handing it an immortal-cultivating San Yisheng out of nowhere. This was going to be tough!
Zi Shou glanced at the rather forlorn pillar. You'll have to keep Zhang Da company from now on. There's also that "dog" official who pissed on you before. If you like, I'll bring some other animals next time. We can try a different flavor.
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