Chapter 270: Old Friends Meet, Each Discusses Their Own Matters

Soon, the divine general who had gone to report came out through the cliff and said respectfully, "The emperor has ordered that you please follow me to the palace to see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cliff behind him suddenly opened apart, like two doors slowly opening, revealing a wide road in the mountains. At the end of the road, there was a bright light and a majestic palace could be vaguely seen.

Every ten steps on both sides of the road, there was a golden-armored guard holding a magic weapon and standing respectfully.

Wen Rui took square steps, strode with his head held high, walked through with great dignity, and went straight towards the palace.

After walking a distance, he turned around and waved to the Rakshasa woman who was standing on tiptoe outside the cliff, watching and not daring to go beyond the line: "What are you standing there for? Follow me."

The Rakshasa woman gritted her teeth, took a few quick steps, caught up with Wen Rui, and followed him tremblingly.

She lowered her voice and said, "With so many heavenly soldiers and generals, if they catch me later, how can I escape?"

"Tsk, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Rui said disdainfully: "I recognize these heavenly soldiers. They are the soldiers of the Huang Family Army under Huang Feihu. This is really a case of one man's success bringing prosperity to the whole family. Brother Huang has been deified, and all the mortal soldiers under his command have benefited from it."

He waved his hand, gestured to the group of heavenly soldiers, and said, "This group of bad soldiers, many of them were trained by me back then. When Brother Huang rebelled against Chaoge, I secretly took them away. They were lucky enough to ascend to heavenly soldiers after the catastrophe."

"I have many elite soldiers under my command who are a hundred times better than them. It's a pity that the Shang Dynasty was doomed. The Battle of Muye was a desperate struggle, and all of them died for their country. Now they have been reincarnated for who knows how many lifetimes."

As he spoke, he pointed at a soldier who happened to be passing by and said, "Isn't this Huang Agou? I still remember when you were a prisoner, your wounds became inflamed and festered, and you cried miserably. It was only because our army treated prisoners well that the medical soldiers cut out your abscesses and applied medicine to your wounds, which saved your life."

The heavenly soldier who was named by Wen Rui lowered his head quickly, not daring to look at Wen Rui.

The might and imposing manner of Qi Yu's majestic array of heavenly soldiers suddenly weakened, and they seemed to be a little shorter in front of Wen Rui.

Wen Rui did not give the heavenly soldiers and generals any face at all, pointing and saying: "If the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation had not been defeated, this group of rabble would have been so scared that their legs would have gone limp when they heard my name on the battlefield."

"This is exactly the case of loyal generals and warriors with no remains, while traitors and villains have golden belts, where can they talk about justice?"

Wen Rui also pointed at the monk and called him a bald donkey, which made the heavenly soldiers and generals look livid, but they did not dare to get angry and had no way to refute.

The general who led him couldn't help but said in a hoarse voice: "Little Grand Master, we followed the Emperor to rebel against the Shang Dynasty because of the tyranny of King Zhou, the evil queen's abuse of power, and the slander of treacherous ministers. We were forced to abandon the dark and join the light."

Wen Rui said with a straight face: "The Yin Shang court has let you down, but my father and I, the Wen family, have never let you down."

"After Brother Huang defected, my father denounced the evil queen and the treacherous ministers in front of Emperor Xin and appealed for your grievances, but the defection was a fact and could not be reversed."

"I set that fire on Juelong Ridge, killing countless Xiqi soldiers, but I didn't burn you. Wasn't it because I remembered that you were originally merchant soldiers and had been trained in the new barracks I established?"

The general's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, yes... The Emperor also said that day that if the young master had not shown mercy, the Huang family army would have suffered heavy losses."

"Then why are you still standing there pretending to be elite soldiers? In front of me, you can only show that you can stand in line, that's all!"

Wen Rui shouted coldly: "What attitude should you have shown when you met me back then? Do you need me to remind you?"

As soon as these words came out, General Wen Rui's aura suddenly exploded, and a fierce and murderous spirit spread out. It was as if time had turned back and they were back to the battleground between the two armies five hundred years ago.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Soldiers who have never fought against the elite troops of the Shang Dynasty led by Wen and his son will never know how much pressure ordinary people will endure when facing them.

Five hundred years have passed, and these former Shang Dynasty rebels, now heavenly soldiers and generals, have truly awakened the horrific memories engraved deep in their souls.

All the heavenly soldiers bowed their heads and said in unison: "Remember the grace of not killing us back then, please calm down, little master."

Wen Rui then took square steps again and continued to move forward slowly, walking among the crowd of heavenly soldiers like a general reviewing his own troops.

Wherever he went, the soldiers on both sides were tense, standing straight, and looked extremely nervous.

The Rakshasa woman's eyes widened. When she saw Wen Rui's overbearing behavior at the gate of Mount Tai, she thought that Wen Rui was so arrogant because he relied on the power of his father, Heavenly Venerable Wen Zhong.

The gatekeepers only swallowed their anger because they were afraid of power.

But after seeing this scene, the Rakshasa woman realized that this group of heavenly soldiers actually had a past with Wen Rui. Their deep fear of Wen Rui was not only due to his identity.

A man and a demon walked into the magnificent hall. Many generals gathered in the hall. On the highest throne sat a tall and mighty emperor wearing a pearl and jade crown and a golden dragon robe.

The emperor had long hair that fell in front of his chest, phoenix eyes, drooping brows, eyes like full moons and pearls, and he was righteous and awe-inspiring, with an air of majesty without even getting angry.

Wen Rui walked forward, but did not pay homage. He just bowed and said, "Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, but you are still as elegant as ever."

The emperor smiled and opened his mouth with a thunderous voice: "You kid, you have always been disrespectful. I am the same generation as your father, you should call me uncle."

"We are both over 500 years old, so there is not much difference in age."

Wen Rui looked tired and said, "You have been an official for several years, yet you have learned to act arrogantly."

The emperor was not annoyed by his retort, but smiled even more. He stood up and walked down from the throne and walked straight towards Wen Rui.

Coming in front of him, he raised his hand and patted Wen Rui on the shoulder, and said with a relieved tone: "Four hundred years ago, I thought you had entered reincarnation again, and I actually sent people to look for you in the netherworld for a while, thinking of drinking a cup of farewell wine with you in front of the Naihe Bridge."

At this point, he looked Wen Rui up and down before continuing, "It really fits the saying, good people don't live long, evil people live for thousands of years, you are really lucky."

"Don't mention it, you really shouldn't mention it. There were several times when I was almost caught and killed by Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Wei Hu and others."

Wen Rui looked angry and said, "What are you talking about King Wu's will and Taigong's will? They were afraid that I would secretly gather the old members of the Shang Dynasty to overthrow the Western Zhou Dynasty. That group of guys didn't report to the Heavenly Palace, but stayed in the mortal world to hunt me down for a hundred years."

Huang Feihu frowned and said, "If I were Jiang Taigong, I would also send people to capture you, and I would want you alive or dead. You are a vicious and cruel kid. You are a capable minister in a peaceful era, but a treacherous hero in a chaotic era. If I leave you to be a demon in the mortal world, how can the Great Zhou that he has painstakingly helped to build be good?"

Wen Rui curled his lips in disbelief: "That old man is too worldly-minded and too narrow-minded. The eight hundred years of Western Zhou dynasty is about to end. Even without my help, it can no longer be maintained."

Huang Feihu laughed and said, "No wonder he suspected that you were hiding in the human world and wanted to rebel against Zhou and restore Shang. Back then, it can be said that Jiejiao was defeated, but you were not defeated, and you refused to admit defeat even until your death."

"I was also very puzzled back then. Why did you flee during the Conferred God Ceremony? Why haven't you come to Mount Tai to ascend to heaven in the past few hundred years?"

"If you admit defeat and accept the title, your achievements will be no less than my son Huang Tianhua."

(End of this chapter)

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