novelapdf Chapter 41 The Imperial Tutor's Junior Brother
Chapter 41 The Imperial Tutor's Junior Brother
After Di Xin uttered these words, the entire courtyard fell silent.
Shang Rong nearly dropped his official tablet, Bi Qian's expression changed drastically, and the ministers behind him knelt down in unison, offering their advice:
"Your Majesty, please reconsider! His Highness is the Crown Prince of our Great Shang Dynasty; how can he so easily contemplate death!"
Di Xin remained unmoved, only staring at "Yin Jiao".
Wen Zhong took a deep breath, stepped forward, held the twin whips in both hands, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, it hasn't come to that."
He turned to look at "Yin Jiao", his eyes half-open and half-closed, but his tone softened a bit.
"You fiend, if you leave now, I am Wen Zhong, the chief disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother of the Jie Sect. I can guarantee your safe departure from the palace. If you harm the Crown Prince in the slightest, not only you, but also those behind you, I will surely kill without mercy."
A conflicted look appeared on Yin Jiao's face, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear.
Just then, her snow-white face suddenly darkened, and her skin color receded like the tide, returning to its original slightly rough wheat color.
Yin Jiao trembled all over, his teeth clenched, clearly struggling with the demon inside his body for control.
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted hoarsely, "Father! What are you waiting for! I am the Crown Prince of the Great Shang Dynasty! You are the Emperor, how can my son and I be threatened by a mere demon!"
He turned to Wen Zhong and "Guang Chengzi," his neck veins bulging:
"Grand Tutor! Imperial Tutor! Attack! How can our human race be threatened by a mere demon!"
The voice then turned into a shrill female voice, a look of panic appearing on her face, which was then suppressed. The boy's hoarse roar, mixed with the shrill female voice, came out from his throat in pain: "Kill me!"
Di Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands trembled slightly beneath his black imperial robes.
He stared at Yin Jiao's face, which was contorted in the struggle between him and the demon, and suddenly roared:
"Grand Tutor Wen! Huang Feihu! What are you waiting for? Kill!"
Di Xin had no authority to give orders to "Guang Chengzi," but he knew the two men's abilities. Now that the demon had appeared, Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu were more than capable of dealing with him.
Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes. It wasn't that they dared not kill, but that they couldn't bear to kill. However, Di Xin had already spoken.
Yin Jiao's face turned deathly pale again, and for the first time, true fear appeared on her beautiful face.
She looked at Di Xin in shock, her eyes filled with incomprehension and lingering fear. Did this emperor really intend to kill even his own son?
Guang Chengzi stood still, but his face showed a look of satisfaction.
Emperor Xin, Yin Jiao, with such a human emperor and such a crown prince, the human race should prosper.
Hurry up and speak before Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu are about to make a move:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty."
He stepped forward, his steps steady, his voice calm, "Behold my supernatural powers."
The pine sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a magnificent golden light, which was several times stronger than when it shone on Empress Jiang, like a blazing sun suddenly falling into the palace.
The scholars and military officers in the courtyard were blinded by the golden light.
Seeing that things were not going well, Bai Fuyinjiao's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he made a move with his chicken claws to grab down on the throat.
But the golden light came too fast. Even a great demon like Yuan Hong, who was evenly matched with Yang Jian, could be frozen by the Demon-Illuminating Mirror. How much less could a small nine-headed pheasant spirit?
Golden light enveloped Yin Jiao's body, and the demon was frozen stiff, unable to move.
When Wen Zhong saw that the demon was frozen in place, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
He strode towards Yin Jiao, his palms glowing with light. He pressed his hands against the boy's temples, and his divine eye on his forehead suddenly opened, a beam of golden light shooting into Yin Jiao's brow.
With a yank pull, a slender figure was forcibly ripped out of Yin Jiao's body.
The figure fell onto the golden bricks in front of the hall, slowly solidifying into a human form.
Her skin was as white as snow, her face as rosy as the morning sun, her figure as graceful as a begonia, with cherry lips, fragrant cheeks, and a radiant, charming allure. Her every glance was captivating, her eyes alluring and mesmerizing. She wore a light gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing, her exquisite figure appearing and disappearing in the shadows.
Di Xin was stunned. Although he usually had very little desire for women and had been extremely cautious about them ever since he was tricked in Nuwa Palace, he was still shaken when he saw the demon's true appearance.
The ministers behind him stared wide-eyed, and some of them, lacking self-control, were already blushing.
Huang Feihu remained unmoved. His leopard eyes narrowed, and he strode forward, holding the golden chisel and the pestle upside down, as if to finish off the monster with a single blow.
"King Wu Cheng, hold your tongue."
When "Guang Chengzi" spoke, Huang Feihu paused and looked at the Imperial Tutor with a puzzled expression.
He stepped forward, flicked a binding spell with his fingertips, and tightly bound the nine-headed pheasant spirit. He then removed the demon-revealing mirror and looked at Emperor Xin:
"Your Majesty, this demon was originally a cultivator who guarded the cenotaph at Xuanyuan Tomb on the orders of the Yellow Emperor. I don't know who bewitched him, but he left Xuanyuan Tomb to wreak havoc in the palace. Now that Xuanyuan Tomb is unguarded, why don't I take this demon back, place a restriction on it, and order him to atone for his crimes by guarding Xuanyuan Tomb properly? What does Your Majesty think?"
When Di Xin saw that Yin Jiao was out of danger, his tense expression eased a little.
He glanced at the trembling monster on the ground, feeling utterly disgusted, and wanted to kill it on the spot. But since the Imperial Tutor had spoken, first giving him a wooden sword to warn the monster, and then offering this assistance, he couldn't refuse.
"Since it is the Imperial Tutor who has spoken, I will certainly grant his request." Emperor Xin cupped his hands in greeting.
Guang Chengzi bowed and with a flick of his sleeve, he captured the Nine-Headed Pheasant Essence into his sleeve.
Auspicious clouds rose beneath his feet, reaching halfway up in the sky. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down at the crowd in the courtyard.
"I have a junior brother who has arrived in Chaoge. He is proficient in both literature and military strategy, and also knows Taoist magic and immortal arts. If Your Majesty does not disdain him, you may summon him to serve."
Di Xin's expression turned serious, and he immediately asked, "May I ask what your name is, and where you are now, my Imperial Tutor and Junior Brother?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong looked thoughtful, as if considering Guang Chengzi's purpose.
Guang Chengzi smiled slightly: "His Majesty will know today."
Having said that, he vanished into thin air.
At this time, rebellions broke out in various parts of the Shang Dynasty. Although the reason was unknown, the Shang Dynasty was indeed eager for talented people.
Moreover, after the events in Beihai, Wen Zhong dared not leave the court easily, fearing that Emperor Xin would be plotted against again.
All the surrounding ministers withdrew, and Empress Jiang and Yin Jiao were diagnosed by Wen Zhong as being fine. However, the demon had entered their bodies, and their bodies could not withstand it for a while, which is why they fell into a coma.
Di Xin sighed:
"Grand Tutor, this is a turbulent time for our Great Shang Dynasty. What is your opinion on what the Imperial Tutor said about my junior brother today?"
After a moment's thought, Wen Zhong understood Di Xin's meaning; he was afraid Wen Zhong would overthink things. He bowed respectfully and replied solemnly:
"Since he was recommended by the Imperial Tutor, he must be no ordinary person. Your Majesty should employ him."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xin was overjoyed and exclaimed "Good!" three times: "Indeed, he is the pillar supporting the heavens of our great Shang Dynasty."
The emperor and his minister had a very pleasant conversation.
Just then, Bigan arrived in high spirits, saying that a remarkable person had appeared in the city, whose divination could communicate with the gods and who could also exorcise demons; it was truly miraculous.
Di Xin and Wen Zhong exchanged a glance: "This must be the junior brother the Imperial Tutor spoke of."
Wen Zhong was also delighted. If what the Imperial Tutor said was true, this person was proficient in both literary and military arts. When he was in charge of the court, this person would quell rebellions everywhere, and the future of the Shang Dynasty would be promising.
Di Xin hurriedly pressed Bi Gan for answers: "Where is the person your uncle spoke of? Does he possess any supernatural abilities?"