Chapter 332: The Northern Sea Fleeing Army
"What can I do? Tell me about it?"

Su Daji showed curiosity.

She really wanted to enter heaven, otherwise she would feel insecure.

"Since you like Erlang Zhenjun so much, how about I give you my position in the Heavenly Palace? From now on, you will be Yang Jian, and we will share this identity. But if there are any benefits, I will naturally give you half."

"really?"

Su Daji looked excited.

"It's absolutely true." Yang Jian nodded in affirmation: "Later, when you go to the Heavenly Palace to meet Haotian, or go back to Jiejiao to meet some powerful people in the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Realm, I will be the one to come forward. At other times, you will be Yang Jian. With the identity of Yang Jian, you will be safe from this catastrophe."

"But when I transform into you, I can't use your magic eye. When we fight, won't it be easy for others to see through me?"

Yang Jian shook his head slowly: "Anyone with eyes is not necessarily Yang Jian, but as long as you practice the magical powers and cultivation methods such as Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and Seventy-Two Transformations, and have a three-pointed double-edged sword as a weapon, you are Yang Jian, even more like me than I am. Even if I regret it in the future, you can still use the identity of Yang Jian to do some evil things, bring me countless infamy, and ruin my reputation."

Yang Jian thought to himself that after all, he did not have the Sky-Howling Dog. Instead, it was Su Daji who took the Sky-Howling Dog when she disguised her identity.

In this way, it seems that it was destined that he and Su Daji shared the same identity.

Could it be because Su Daji is the reincarnation of Fairy Caixia?

Yang Jian speculated in his heart.

After a brief consideration, Su Daji felt that this method was very good. She originally pretended to be Yang Jian to pacify Shu, and she felt it was quite enjoyable. However, she felt unhappy that the results she achieved did not belong to her and Yang Jian could take them back at any time.

At this time, Yang Jian promised to let her have his functional identity, and Su Daji naturally agreed happily. Then she looked at Yang Jian expectantly: "When will you pass on the magical power and the three-pointed double-edged sword you mentioned to me?"

Yang Jian did not delay. With a thought, he found the record left by Fairy Caixia when she was refining the Magic Eye. He taught all the magical powers in the record to Su Daji without keeping any secret.

Su Daji gained supernatural powers and immediately sat down to practice. In the blink of an eye, her aura changed continuously and her Eight-Nine Profound Arts improved rapidly.

Yang Jian had some guesses in his mind. Perhaps these magical powers were cultivated by the Fairy Caixia in the past. Even though Su Daji was practicing them for the first time, her true spirit had already been immersed in them for countless years, but Su Daji herself did not know it.

"You can practice here with peace of mind. I am going to the northern border. You must not show up before I come back. Otherwise, someone with ulterior motives will see through our true colors and cause endless troubles."

Su Daji opened her eyes in the midst of her busy schedule: "I know, I know. I will go back to retreat now."

She suddenly remembered something and asked, "The girl you brought here named Deng Chanyu has been very restless recently. She wants to sleep with me all day long. Do you think I should obey her?"

"Don't cause trouble. If it's useful, you can use it. If it's useless, send it back."

Yang Jian responded casually, then rose into the clouds and flew north.

This trip was not only to help Wen Zhong out of his predicament, but also to obtain essence for his cultivation.

Wen Zhong led the Yin and Shang army in the Northern Expedition for several years. Naturally, the army carried a bronze tripod that could protect the country, and the essence contained in it must have been huge.

The North Sea is located at the end of the northern border, covered with solid ice that has not thawed for hundreds of thousands of years.

The reason why it is only hundreds of thousands of years is because such a long time has passed since the Lich Catastrophe.

Mount Buzhou collapsed, the four poles were destroyed, the sky collapsed and the earth split, dividing the land into four continents, and only then did the Southern Continent and the North Sea come into being.

When Yang Jian arrived at the North Sea, the sun was setting, the earth was covered with snow, and the night was extremely bleak.

On the pale ice field, there are scattered shadows, and the shadows are wriggling.

Yang Jian descended the white clouds and discovered that these shadows were actually composed of a large group of troops. Among the troops, the military flags were half-drooped and the morale was low.

Looking up, dense shadows spread towards the distance, dotted with sporadic flames, representing the guides of each army formation.

Yang Jian was shocked that the number of defeated soldiers from the Shang Dynasty was so huge. He blended in with the defeated soldiers without leaving a trace and found out where Wen Zhong was.

In the bleak twilight, all that could be heard was the team's complaints.

"It's so cold, when will we be able to reach the end? I think it's better to freeze to death here than to be eaten by that monster."

"If we really freeze to death here, we can't escape. To that ugly thing, we are just frozen meat. Let's go quickly and return early. My wife was pregnant when we went to the war. Calculating the years and months, my child should be ten years old now."

The chaotic sound of footsteps, mixed with the clashing of armor and swords, and endless complaints, were like a group of cattle, dragging their feet and staggering.

These were a group of people whose spirits were crushed. Yang Jian was curious about what these mortals had seen that made them so desperate and their spirits fell into nothingness, as if death was even a luxury.

They marched all night long, and all they wanted was to die with dignity.

Yang Jian intentionally approached the defeated soldier who had just been talking about his children, and saw an elderly soldier. He chatted with him casually, asking about some family matters.

I soon became familiar with him.

Yang Jian had just stated his purpose, which was to inquire about the location of Master Wen.

As soon as he said this, he found that the soldiers in front of him were looking towards him with horror.

Yang Jian felt someone suddenly grab him.

Shouting loudly: "There is a spy, there is a spy here!"

While speaking, he held Yang Jian's arm tightly to prevent him from escaping.

The word "spy" quickly spread among the staggering fleeing soldiers.

There were only a few hundred defeated soldiers, and they surrounded Yang Jian as if they had seen something new and interesting.

"Kill this spy and use his skin and flesh to make soup. We can have a hot bite so we can continue our journey."

A voice shouted.

As soon as these words were spoken, the dying soldiers suddenly became excited, as if they thought of the fragrance of the broth, and all of them became murderous.

The old soldier wanted to speak, as if preparing to argue for Yang Jian. He muttered a few words, but was drowned out by the thundering sound in his stomach.

The soldier who captured Yang Jian said, "This man has been following us for a long time, eavesdropping on our conversations. He was just trying to get information about Grand Tutor Wen. He must be a spy. Tell me, who doesn't know that Grand Tutor Wen is leading all the Qigong practitioners in the army to deal with Yuan Futong and let us ordinary soldiers retreat? But this spy is trying to get information that everyone knows. If he's not a spy, then what is he?"

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the man. His teeth were sparse and his eyes were red, making him look like a cannibal.

(End of this chapter)