The Sage Zhunti was humiliated by King Zhou, which made him angrier and angrier, and he wanted to destroy the Shang Dynasty even more.
"You insignificant Di Xin! You, with your meager cultivation as Great Luo Golden Immortal, dared to offend my dignity! I, Zhunti, will never let this grudge rest!"
Zhunti Yazi vengeful and secretly observed the Marquis Ji family.
Furthermore, after meeting Su Daji, the son of Boyikao Marquis Ji, and learning that Su Daji had become the Queen of the Great Shang, Bo Yikao was heartbroken and became withdrawn. He abandoned all his previous social interactions and spent his days locked in a dark room, clutching the small toy that Su Daji had given him years ago.
Marquis Ji was extremely troubled; if things continued like this, Boyikao would surely starve to death.
After numerous unsuccessful attempts to contact and talk with Boyikao, Marquis Ji could only post a notice at the entrance of his mansion, hoping that a capable person could rescue Boyikao from his Sea of Bitterness.
Sage Zhunti saw the reward, he devised a plan.
"By using Boyikao to incite Marquis Ji to rebel, we can brand King Zhou with a tainted reputation of being infatuated and lewd. This way, we can legitimately deal with the Great Shang. The Investiture of the Gods must be completed as soon as possible."
Therefore, the Sage Zhunti transformed into a diviner and entered the mansion of Marquis Ji.
In the spacious main hall, Marquis Ji with a cold and imposing expression, his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanning everyone present. Most people dared not meet Marquis Ji's gaze directly.
Only a few people who looked directly at him caught Marquis Ji's attention.
"Gentlemen, my son Ji Kao has become withdrawn and heartbroken, losing his appetite day and night. I have invited you all to my residence in the hope that you can help me, his loving father. If you succeed, I, Marquis Ji, will grant you whatever you can afford!"
Marquis Ji's words immediately made everyone present's eyes light up.
"My lord, why don't I begin?" said a learned and Evolver familiar to Marquis Ji, who came from a respectable family and lived within the city.
"Alright, Wei Ke, if you can help Boyikao out of his predicament, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"
Wei Ke nodded confidently. He was a disciple of a wandering immortal who taught him the art of playing the zither, and he already had a good relationship with Boyikao.
When a brother is in trouble, only a brother can come to his rescue.
Five minutes later!
Wei Ke returned dejected.
"My lord, it is my incompetence that I have failed to gain admission to Boyikao's court."
Marquis Ji sighed and waved his hand, saying, "Thank you for your trouble. Go and collect the three taels of silver."
"I cannot accept rewards without merit, my lord. I, Wei, shall retreat first."
The others, however, lacked Wei Ke Ke's backbone. They tried to persuade Boyikao one after another, but they couldn't even get through the door, let alone get a reply from Boyikao. Forcing their way in was also impossible, after all, this was the residence of Marquis Ji.
Two hours later, Zhunti Calculator, saw Marquis Ji's worried expression and knew it was time for him to show his skills.
"So what if you're heartbroken? I'll give it a try! I'm a relationship Grandmaster!" someone said, Zhunti first.
Zhunti glanced at the white-robed young man; a mere mortal, though possessing a fine bearing, he was not worthy of his attention.
Marquis Ji waved his hand, signaling the white-robed young man to go, clearly not holding out much hope.
The young man in white arrived outside Boyikao's room, looked up to the sky, and said, "If you don't want your Daji to suffer, and if you want to win Daji back, then Boyikao, you can choose to either starve to death in seclusion, or muster your fighting spirit and compete with King Zhou once."
Inside the room, a few seconds later, Boyikao's Weaken voice came out.
" King Zhou, though noble, could not surpass ordinary mortals; what virtue or ability did he possess to do so..."
"Hehe, Boyikao, since you know you lack ability, why are you stuck in a dead end? If I were you, I should go to study and become someone even more powerful than King Zhou. Human dynasties may seem prosperous, but worldly power is so insignificant in this vast world. I am destined to meet you, why not follow me to cultivate the Dao?"
Although Zhunti was in the main hall of Marquis Ji's residence, the words of the white-robed young master were clearly heard by Boyikao.
Zhunti sneered inwardly. "This humble one keeps calling himself 'this humble one,' but he's just a mortal with no magical power whatsoever. He's a complete fraud."
At this moment, Boyikao was inside the house, clutching the small toy that Su Daji had given him years ago. He could hear the words of the white-robed young master outside.
"To become someone even more powerful than King Zhou!"
Boyikao couldn't help but recall King Zhou's appearance like a celestial emperor, forcing back the mysterious enemy. That terrifying pressure rendered his soul powerless to resist, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel instantly. He thought of Daji's starry eyes as she looked at King Zhou— eyes filled with adoration, passion, admiration, and shyness...
"Yes, I must become a towering figure, even stronger than King Zhou!"
Boyikao couldn't help but recall the conversation his mother had with some of the city's noblewomen.
"Women have always admired the strong. As for Marquis Ji and me, he saw that I was incredibly beautiful, and I saw that he was handsome and from a wealthy family. Why should a woman degrade herself? Why should she suffer for some miserable love that ultimately leads to her own demise..."
Boyikao clenched his fists, his eye sockets were dark, and his eyes shone like stars in the dark room.
"I can't go on like this!"
"Oh no!" Sage Zhunti's heart skipped a beat. That white-robed boy had actually succeeded.
"Very well. Since Boyikao come out and is determined to be an enemy of King Zhou for the sake of Su Daji, then Marquis Ji will inevitably break with the Shang Dynasty. Therefore, I, the Holy One, will use your identity as a young man to personally instruct Boyikao."
Zhunti had a plan in mind: to educate Boyikao into a capable person and trample King Zhou underfoot, in order to avenge the injury he suffered from God-Slaying Spear.
This thought spread like wildfire, growing ever stronger and stronger, and there was no way to quell it.
Boyikao opened the door, leaned Weaken against the wall, and strained to open his big eyes to look at the young man in white.
"Your Excellency, can you truly make me stronger? Stronger than King Zhou?"
The young man in white, holding a feather fan, smiled and said, "This world is vast, and there are far too many beings more powerful than King Zhou. However, I must apologize to you; I am merely a mortal and cannot teach you. But I can introduce you to a master who owed my family a debt of gratitude."
"So, what do you need? And who is this person?" Boyikao's intelligence kicked in quickly, and he was skeptical of what the other person was saying.
"What I need is for you to grow up and kill a powerful being from the Primordial era for me. As for the other one, you may have heard of him; he is none other than the Western Sage, Zhunti."
Upon hearing this, Boyikao was extremely shocked. Although he didn't have much of a concept of the Western Sage Zhunti, he knew that in the distant West, there was a hidden Spirit Mountain, a sacred mountain that only those with the right destiny could see, like a celestial palace. There lived ancient Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats. The West was a land of countless Buddhist kingdoms, Sage there were immortal beings who shone as Sun Moon.
"Can the Sage Zhunti really teach me?" Boyikao harbored doubts.
At this moment, Zhunti was internally Zhunti, like a cat with its fur standing on end, his subtle yet powerful perception carefully assessing the white-robed young man's background.
Zhunti understood perfectly well that he had been discovered by some being, who might be King Zhou or Yuanshi Tianzun's scheme.
Zhunti knew that he could not take Boyikao as his disciple to realize his ambitions. To break the ties between Marquis Ji and the Shang Dynasty, he had to start from other aspects.
Zhunti disappeared with a gloomy face.
At the same time, Marquis Ji and the others in the main hall had forgotten something; they had no recollection of ever seeing the old fortune teller that Zhunti had transformed into.
"Young master, the Sage Zhunti will surely teach you. This is a Buddhist scroll. As long as you are sincere, face west, and you will cross the Sea of Bitterness." The young man in white smiled, left the scroll, and turned to leave.
"Wait! You haven't told me who you want me to kill!" Boyikao shouted.
"When you reach adulthood, the person you will face is the one I must kill."
" King Zhou?" Boyikao frowned, and for a moment even the white-robed young man's back view felt slightly more favorable.
Picking up the Buddhist calligraphy scroll, Boyikao unfolded it and saw golden light shining through it. The characters were ancient, but he could understand them.
"I, Ji Kao, will go to the Western Spirit Mountain to become a disciple of the Sage Zhunti!"
Boyikao. After making all the necessary arrangements, he bid farewell to Marquis Ji and headed towards the Western Spirit Mountain.
Zhunti descended before the white-robed young man, his Sage aura locked onto him with masterful control.
The white-robed young man was actually Xiao Tian in disguise. At this moment, his acting skills were on full display, his expression changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with terror.
"Who are you! We've never met before, we have no past grudges, and we have no recent enmity."
Sage Zhunti's eyes were gloomy as he sneered, "Stop pretending, Yuanshi! Even I can't read your thoughts. In this world, besides a few others, who else could it be?"
" Zhunti, you're becoming more and more shameless." The white-robed young man sneered, disintegrating in front of Zhunti and vanishing into specks of light.
Zhunti's face twisted in anger, his resentment towards Yuanshi intensifying.
"You blatant Yuanshi, obstructing this sage from supporting a nation! Just you wait!"
In Kunlun, Yuanshi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.
In the Human Clan Saint Teacher Hall, Xiao Tian was quite pleased with himself. He wanted to prolong the Great Tribulation to confirm his guess.
Great Void, a mysterious place, was secretly surveyed by the Deva Path Primordial four continents and myriad realms of the primordial world.
"This Zhunti is truly useless. If he cannot complete the task within the time limit I have set, then we may replace him with a Western Sage."
"But this Xiao Tian is really enjoying being a hands-off manager, what a scoundrel!"
The Deva Path was somewhat angry, but upon sensing that Xiao Tian had refused to have a statue erected for him by several elders of the Human Clan within the Human Clan Saint Teacher Hall...
"A statue of Nüwa, the mother of the Human Clan, is enough. You only need to know that in this world, those who follow the will of Heaven prosper, and those who defy it perish. We cultivators should uphold an aspirational, virtuous, and upright heart, strive to do our best, and no matter how badly we fare, we should always be people who contribute to society and the world..."
Xiao Tian transforms into a master of life's true meaning.
The Deva Path was very satisfied with Xiao Tian's insightful words.
"I need to remind Zhunti, if he can't even handle something as simple as the Investiture of the Gods, does he even want to be Sage?"
"Ding! The perception of the Primordial Heavenly Dao has been lost!"
Xiao Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and then became smug.
"Hey, living under someone else's roof isn't easy. If we want to steal the Primordial Heavenly Dao and destroy this guy, we have to hide first. After all, it's easiest for our own people to harm each other, hehehe!"