That day, before the pass.
San Yisheng rode out of the ranks in high spirits. Was there anyone in Sishui Pass who could withstand his wondrous divine arts?
Not a single soldier of the Shang Army came out. Only Yang Ren emerged slowly, dressed in white, alone on horseback.
He was not being arrogant. After years of assessing officials in both Civil and Martial disciplines, he had picked up a few tricks through constant exposure to the military men. Warfare was merely a matter of feints and realities.
"Yang Ren, Censor-in-Chief and Senior General of Great Shang!"
Yang Ren spoke very slowly. Before leaving, King Zhou had made him a general, but had not specified a title. With the moment upon him, he had thought for a while before settling on Senior General to bluff his way through.
At any rate, San Yisheng really was intimidated.
When San Yisheng had served in Chaoge, he had known Yang Ren quite well. After all, in the court of Great Shang, even the dog King Zhou had once rewarded before the assembled officials could not escape this fellow's flying spit. They had already enjoyed intimate contact through bodily fluids-how could they not be acquainted?
Precisely because they knew each other, San Yisheng, whose forehead already sported a lump, now felt battered all over. You're a civil official. Why aren't you staying home and berating people? What are you doing on the battlefield? Did an immortal teach you his arts, just like me?
Unable to work it out, he could only tentatively announce his own credentials first. "San Yisheng, true inheritor of the Antarctic Immortal of Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, foremost disciple under the venerable patriarch who leads the Chan Sect!"
San Yisheng was exceedingly pleased with himself. *You never expected this,