One hundred li outside Chaoge City, the West Qi Allied Forces’ main camp.
Half a day ago, the Allied Forces, who were high in morale and had sworn to break Chaoge in one day, kill the Tyrant, and seize the throne, now seemed quite dejected.
It wasn’t a big deal that Jiang Wenhuan, the strongest Mortal, had fallen. Everyone in the Allied Forces knew very well that the main role of Mortals was to represent “righteousness”; when it came to actual combat, Immortals and Gods would make a move.
However, Nezha being knocked unconscious by the Tyrant with four slaps in front of the entire army dealt a devastating blow to morale.
Jiang Ziya sat in the commander's tent, his expression constantly changing.
Beside him, Yang Jian and Lei Zhenzi stood guard, Wei Hu stood behind him, and Jin Zha and Mu Zha stood at the tent entrance.
These were the most capable Immortals Jiang Ziya currently had at his side.
Among the Allied Forces, there were also many Caotou Gods and Loose Immortal Cultivators.
But the only Immortals who could truly speak with Jiang Ziya and knew all the inside stories of the God Conferring were these few.
Yang Jian was the first to speak, saying, “Within one hour, three batches of scouts have been dispatched, and none of them have sent back any reports.”
“Now, Immortals and Gods cannot use their magic power within the Chaoge area, and Mortals cannot gather information from the city.”
“The mystery of Chaoge City’s Luck probably cannot be uncovered.”
After a pause, he looked at Jiang Ziya and said, “Junior Martial Uncle, in this Disciple’s opinion, if we cannot persuade our Master and them to come out, then the only option is to besiege the city.”
“Chaoge is only one city. How long can the grain and fodder in the city last? At least a month, at most three to five months. By then, Chaoge City will collapse on its own.”
Jiang Ziya also knew in his heart that this plan was the most appropriate, but if he operated this way, how could he destroy the Human King?
He waved his hand and said, “So what if the power of Immortals and Gods cannot be used? Our Allied Forces have the strong assistance of the eight hundred feudal lords of the world, and we can still attack and take Chaoge.”
“Tomorrow, we will dispatch troops, and the entire army will attack together. We will break the city within three days!”
Yang Jian’s brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he said again, “What about Dong Bohou and Nezha? If our army attacks by force, Chaoge might use them as hostages.”
Jiang Ziya’s face was filled with an unfeeling expression, and he said indifferently, “As generals, dying on the battlefield is considered ordinary. If Nezha and Dong Bohou die for the world, it is their destiny, and it should be so.”
Yang Jian’s expression worsened by a few points, but Jiang Ziya made all decisions in the army with a single word, so he did not dare to refute and could only accept the order and withdraw.
After everyone else had left, Jiang Ziya sat with a livid face, not saying a word.
He was waiting, waiting for the tenth hour of the night to pass, then he could use the fate coins bestowed by his Master to cast a divination.
The fate coins were bestowed by his Master, conforming to the Innate Eight Trigrams art. One divination per day could calculate all matters in the human world.
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Chaoge.
After Zi Shou returned to his original intention on the Nine-tailed Fox, he then came to the front of the hall.
Shang Rong had already been waiting for a while.
As soon as the Old Prime Minister saw Zi Shou come out, he quickly said, “Your Majesty is wise and mighty, having defeated the rebel army. This subject congratulates Your Majesty.”
Zi Shou rolled his eyes and said indifferently, “Speak, what is the matter?”
During the day, Shang Rong had been heartbroken, determined to perish with His Majesty and repay the state with his death. However, after seeing His Majesty’s extraordinary divine might, new hope ignited in him.
At this moment, in the eyes of the ninety-five-year-old man, a few more traces of fierce determination to struggle appeared, and he said, “This subject ordered people to search and confiscate all grain and fodder in the city, which is only enough for half a month. If the rebel army uses the method of besieging the city, Chaoge will be difficult to sustain. I ask Your Majesty to make a decision on this matter.”
Zi Shou also knew this in his heart. He had previously thought he was certain to die, so he had deliberately forgotten about the grain and fodder. Now that there was hope again, he had to face this matter.
He waved his hand and said, “There’s no more grain? Then, why don’t they eat minced meat?”
Since he was already a Tyrant, if he didn’t say “why don’t they eat minced meat,” how could he live up to his persona?
Shang Rong’s expression froze, and he was dumbfounded on the spot.
When Zi Shou saw the Old Prime Minister’s expression, he nodded with satisfaction, just waiting for the Old Prime Minister to scold him for being a Tyrant.
The persona must not collapse.
Shang Rong’s expression changed dramatically, and after a while, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, revealing an expression of sudden realization, and he said, “Your Majesty’s brilliant plan!”
“There is a large amount of dried meat in the treasury. That was made at Your Majesty’s annual command. It was made every year and replaced every year, accumulated to the point where there are a hundred thousand catties of dried meat in the treasury. If made into minced meat porridge, it can sustain the entire city for another half month.”
“This old subject once did not understand what deep meaning Your Majesty had in doing this. It turns out it was for this moment. Your Majesty’s foresight is truly admirable.”
Zi Shou: ???
He finally remembered that in the tenth year of Di Xin’s reign, he wanted to improve the lives of the common people, so he ordered the palace to make more dried meat, sausages, and other items.
He instructed the palace to prepare more, and to replace it regularly every year, to ensure that the palace could always produce ten thousand catties of dried meat.
His idea at the time was very simple: at that time, the common people lacked methods for long-term meat preservation.
Although the common people knew that salt could preserve meat, ordinary families didn’t have much salt to preserve meat.
So he ordered the palace to do it, intending to use this method to store more meat in prosperous years, and then distribute it to the common people in years of disaster.
It was just that later, after he became self-abandoned, he forgot about this matter.
As a result, the loyal Old Prime Minister silently carried out this Wang Ling for more than ten years.
【Detected Shang Rong praising the host, initiating random Tyrant authentication time, starting detection—】
Zi Shou: …
He chuckled, saying, “So there are still a hundred thousand catties of dried meat in the inner treasury? Perfect, my wine pool and meat forest lack meat. Old Prime Minister, you can move all this dried meat over.”
Shang Rong turned his head and left, shouting as he walked, “Your Majesty, what did you say? This old subject is old and cannot hear clearly.”
His Majesty has truly regarded himself as a Tyrant these past few decades.
This old man must make His Majesty a wise and virtuous monarch again.
【Detection complete, identified as Tyrant. Host, please continue to work hard—】
Zi Shou’s lips finally curved up in satisfaction.
This is more like it.
He looked at the sky; it was almost past the tenth hour of the night.
Once the tenth hour of the night passed, he could clock in again.
Soon.
The tenth hour of the night passed.
Just as he was about to start clocking in, the System prompt sounded first.
【Detected host consumed one day of Lifespan, randomly returning Lifespan… Returned amount is 2 times, returning two days of Lifespan】
Zi Shou was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.
Lifespan consumption can also be returned?
Very good.
Now he was even less afraid of fighting a protracted war with Immortals and Gods.
At this moment, Zi Shou felt refreshed and said indifferently, “System, clock in today.”
【Congratulations to the host for successful clock-in, clocking in Chaos Suppressing Divine Bell】
【Chaos Suppressing Divine Bell: class b reward, can grow synchronously with the host’s strength, with no upper limit on its grade, can suppress and control all existences with a Primordial Spirit】
【Tip One: The Realm of the Primordial Spirit being suppressed and controlled cannot exceed the host by one major Realm】
【Tip Two: If the target is extremely weak and has completely lost its magic power, then it will be unconditionally suppressed and controlled】
Zi Shou stretched out his hand, and a mass of five-colored light quickly condensed in his hand, instantly transforming into a golden small bell one foot in size.
The golden bell was extremely magnificent, emitting a very strange light.
When Zi Shou heard the System prompt, he had already thought of who this item would be most suitable for right now.
He ordered someone to tie Nezha up and bring him over.
After Nezha was delivered to him like a cocoon, he held the golden bell in his hand, smiling playfully, and said indifferently, “Nezha, I’m giving you a bell.”
