Chapter 24: The picture shows the dagger
As soon as Yuan Futong spoke.

Su Hu’s expression became increasingly ugly.

At this time, he knew very well that he was just a small prince, but Yuan Futong and three big princes came to see him together.

Of course it’s because Jizhou City is located on a strategic road.

It is the only way from Chaoge to the northern border.

Jizhou has a rugged terrain and is a natural barrier.

As long as Jizhou City is firmly defended, there will be no worries in the northern border.

Yang Jian's face was calm. According to his memory of the Conferred Gods, Yuan Futong launched the rebellion seven years after King Zhou ascended the throne.

Now Emperor Yi is still sitting on the throne, and Yuan Futong is trying to stir up trouble.

Fortunately, he had already taken a dose of vaccination because of the appearance of Su Daji.

He is no longer surprised by these changes.

In his opinion, Yuan Futong was extremely bold.

I don’t know if he understands that Wen Zhong is not a human being at all.

Behind it is the most powerful sect in the ancient times - Jiejiao.

If Wen Zhong really died here.

The great calamity of the Conferred Gods might begin ahead of time.

Yang Jian shook his head secretly.

He had already decided to kill Shen Gongbao and then take Yang Chan out to sea to escape from the world.

How this great calamity of the Conferred Gods develops is of no concern to him.

"Oh? What is your opinion, nephew Yang? I would like to hear it in detail."

Su Hu was in a dilemma, but when he saw Yang Jian's actions, he felt like he had found a life-saving straw, and he couldn't help but become friendly when he spoke.

He wanted to get closer to Yang Jian and use the Yuxu Palace's reputation to make Yuan Futong wary of him.

He didn't dare to offend Wen Zhong. He had seen the generals under Wen Zhong, and each of them was like a demon. He knew that even if the princes of the northern border united, they would not be able to match them.

But he couldn't refuse Yuan Futong, otherwise he would come with such a threatening momentum, and if he returned empty-handed, the two of them would become enemies.

The Shang Dynasty had never been fond of these princes, big and small. If he could not please both sides, he would be truly destroying his own path to survival.

Only if Yang Jian is pushed out will he get a chance to breathe.

Everyone in the tent looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was suddenly stunned. Why did Su Hu drag me into this?

He turned his head and looked at Su Daji.

Su Daji had an expression that said, "It has nothing to do with me, I'll just fend for myself," and she concentrated on teasing the black tiger in her arms.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "I am not knowledgeable enough to be on stage, so I'd better not embarrass myself."

"The disciples of Yuxu Palace must be far-sighted and insightful. They may see the pros and cons that we cannot see. Feel free to speak your mind. We will not blame you."

Yuan Futong spoke up, motioning for Yang Jian to continue.

Well, you brought this upon yourself, old man.

Yang Jian made up his mind and said something shocking: "I see that your foreheads are black. If you plot against the Shang Dynasty's Grand Master with your ideas, you will surely die."

"Bold maniac!"

The three princes behind Yuan Futong were at a loss for words and slammed the table, standing up angrily.

Wanted to go up and argue with Yang Jian.

But Yuan Futong held his hands in the air and motioned the three to sit down: "Why do you still get angry at your age? You might get angry to death one day."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Jian and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Su Hu was originally trying to smooth things over, but when he saw that Yuan Futong was not angry, he gave up the idea.

Su Daji looked at Yang Jian with great interest. She learned Yang Jian's information from Heihu, that he was just a boy from a small town.

The highest official I had ever seen was only the head of a town, but now he could speak freely in front of several princes who killed people as easily as killing chickens.

How could someone with such courage remain unknown in a small town, especially since he is extremely talented?

Could it be some old guy's pawn?

When Yang Jian saw Yuan Futong's performance, a ripple appeared in his heart.

If the plot of Conferred God can be pushed on the right track, it will be a hundred benefits for him and no harm.

If Yuan Futong or Wen Zhong died now, there would be chaos.

He sorted out his thoughts and began to make up stories based on his stereotypes about the Conferred Gods, because he didn't know if Wen Zhong was still a disciple of Jiejiao: "Do you know the background of Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty?" Yuan Futong shook his head: "Does he have a powerful background? If he really has such a background, why would he be a Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty and be ordered around by Emperor Yi instead of enjoying the longevity?"

"How ridiculous! You want to plot against Wen Zhong but you don't even know the forces behind him, yet you are making such a fuss. By the time you get there, I'm afraid you will be dead without a single drop of ashes left."

Even though Yuan Futong was well-educated, his face turned red as he was ridiculed by Yang Jian. If it weren't for his identity as a disciple of Yuxu Palace as Su Hu said, he would have ordered the guards behind him to capture him and extract his soul and refine his spirit.

"Please speak frankly."

"Have you heard of Jiejiao, the greatest sect in the world founded by Master Tongtian?"

Yuan Futong nodded: "The Jiejiao teaches everyone and educates all living beings. I have certainly heard of it. I even have a third-generation Jiejiao disciple as my vanguard general."

Yang Jian continued, "Did the Jiejiao disciples under the command of Beihai Hou tell you that Wen Zhong is also a third-generation Jiejiao disciple?"

Without waiting for Yuan Futong's answer, Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I don't think so. The number of Jiejiao disciples is more than tens of millions. Wen Zhong is the direct disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother, one of the most powerful masters in the world. He is naturally unattainable for those third-generation disciples. It is normal that they have never heard of him."

"Mother of the Golden Spirit?"

Yuan Futong had a puzzled look on his face, and a mysterious man in a bamboo hat behind him was whispering something in his ear.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He looked at Yang Jian and said, "Impossible. With such a great master as his teacher, why would he stay in Yin Shang?"

This question stumped Yang Jian.

He thought to himself, if you ask me, who should I ask? But saying this now will definitely offend people.

I can only think hard and rack my brains to come up with a reasonable reason.

Wen Zhong, ah Wen Zhong, what's wrong with you that you care about these trivial matters?

He muttered to himself, looking around.

The moment he saw Su Daji, he got inspiration.

Why did Su Daji appear?

Of course he has some ulterior motive. Although I don't know what he wants, he is definitely not here to sell out.

Then Wen Zhong must have some plans.

Wen Zhong is the spokesperson for the third generation of disciples of Jiejiao.

Although they are the third generation of disciples, they represent a large number of newly emerging immortal and divine forces at the grassroots level.

Think of this.

Yang Jian immediately knew how to make up the story and said it.

He strode forward, walked in front of Yuan Futong, and suddenly approached and asked: "The Marquis of Beihai wants to know why Wen Zhong wants to be the imperial teacher of the Shang Dynasty?"

Yuan Futong was frightened by Yang Jian's actions. If the guards around him had not taken any action, he would have subconsciously thought that Yang Jian was going to assassinate him.

Hearing Yang Jian's question, he nodded and said, "I think the senior disciple of Yuxu Palace must know the answer. Yuan is all ears."

"The easiest way is to ask Wen Zhong, then you will know."

Yang Jian said casually.

When everyone in the venue heard this, black lines appeared on their foreheads.

I couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Yang Jian.

If I could just go and ask, why would I have to sit here and listen to your whining?
Yang Jian's behavior was within expectations. He was deliberately keeping everyone in suspense so that what he was going to say next would make more sense.

"That's not right, so we can only guess," Yang Jian continued, "I guess Wen Zhong must be the spokesperson put forward by the majority of Jiejiao people, with the purpose of sweeping away the power of the princes in the world and winning a place for his Jiejiao immortals in this Southern Continent.

The Shang Dynasty's Grand Master Wen Zhong is the chief of the civil officials, and the chief of the military generals is the Wucheng King Huang Feihu. If it weren't for the sake of the Jiejiao immortals, why would he want to step in and fight for the power to command the army?"

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

There was also a look of half-belief and half-doubt in Su Daji's eyes. She felt that Yang Jian's inference was reasonable. The only doubt she had was why Yang Jian knew all this.

"Is there any evidence?"

A sharp and piercing voice was heard, and it turned out that the mysterious man in the bamboo hat behind Yuan Futong could not help but speak out.

A row of blood-red eyes stared straight at Yang Jian.

He rarely speaks with the right accent.

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