Chapter 241 Balance of Power
Big Saturday fifteen years.
The imperial navy was defeated, and three generations of emperors died on the battlefield.
The prime minister kept the death a secret and presided over the army's withdrawal.
Unexpectedly , the news leaked out and they were pursued by Prince Shun, resulting in incalculable losses of baggage and food. In the end, only 100,000 out of the 180,000 troops in the Beijing camp were able to return.
In the capital, because there was no will, the kings of Qin and Yan started a fierce battle for the throne. The king of Gui hid behind the scenes and tried to add fuel to the flames.
The weakness of the imperial court was clearly seen by people all over the world at this moment.
The Great Zhou could only barely control the area north of the Tianhe River, and heroes suddenly emerged in the south.
Sixty-sixth year of the Great Zhou calendar.
Wang Shun formally offered sacrifices to heaven and proclaimed himself emperor, regarded the white ape as a good omen, and enjoyed national sacrifices.
Sixty-seven years.
Ning Boshang took advantage of the chaos and, under the banner of "protecting the territory and the people", obtained funding from all sides and controlled most of the military power in Lingzhou. In fact, he became a vassal state and sent people to actively contact the court in the hope of being enthroned.
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Qingling Mountain.
Fang Xian woke up, smiled slightly, walked out of the cave, and asked the boy outside: "How long did I sleep this time?"
"My Lord, it has been a year."
A Taoist boy with bright eyes and white teeth said enviously.
It was the first time he saw an immortal who could sleep for a whole year without drinking or eating.
"Ha ha!"
Fang Xian touched the Taoist boy's head and said, "Let Tong Hezi and Bao Shizi come to see me."
He slept for a year, and most of the time he transformed into the White Ape Demon Saint, presiding over the affairs of the demon clan.
Not long after, they arrived at a temple.
Fang Xian sat cross-legged and accepted the greetings from his disciples.
"You said...someone from the Great Zhou court is coming?"
He asked calmly without even raising his eyelids.
"Yes, I have been waiting for more than a month. I will not give up until I see the Master..." Bao Shizi replied.
"It seems that he is not here to ask for punishment, but to beg for mercy." Fang Xian smiled: "Has the Northern Court already made a decision?"
"That's right... The King of Qin and the King of Yan both suffered losses, but in the end the King of Gui took advantage of them. Now that he has ascended the throne, it will be difficult for him to change the era name..."
Tong Hezi said: "The King of Gui keeps a low profile, but he has secretly subjugated some of the forces of the King of Jin. He sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight. He really understands the essence of political strategy. Now that the north has been rectified by him, it can at least barely maintain itself..."
"Let the messenger in."
Fang Xian picked up a strand of hair and already knew who the messenger was.
Not long after, Zhou Buer came in and bowed deeply, saying, "Zhou Buer greets the Taoist master! Thank you for your gift back then!"
At this time, not only did he succeed in supporting the dragon, but because he was involved in many conflicts, the spiritual energy replenished by the Spiritual Beads was quite a lot, and his Taoism made great progress.
"It is your blessing that you can seize this opportunity."
Fang Xian smiled and said, "Why did the new emperor send you here?"
"Master, why don't you take a look at the two gifts first!"
Zhou Buer bowed again, then stood up and took out an imperial edict: "The court wishes to appoint Ning Bo Shang as the Grand Commander of Lingzhou, in charge of military, political and civil affairs..."
This means that it has actually split itself.
But the imperial court was helpless as it was out of reach.
If he is not conferred the title, and Ning Boshang decides to go it alone, then the imperial court will lose its last fig leaf in the south.
Of course, at this time, Ning Boshang felt that his foundation was too shallow, and he also needed to rely on the court's tiger skin, which could barely be considered mutually beneficial.
"Oh, what else?"
Seeing this, Fang Xian didn't even blush.
Seeing this, Zhou Buer sighed inwardly and took out another scroll.
This scroll is made of topaz and it makes a buzzing sound even before it is unfolded, so it is obviously not an ordinary object.
Zhou Buer held the scroll high with both hands: "This is the treasure left by the Holy King - the formation diagram of the Eight Directions Absolute Immortal Formation! Do you think the sincerity of this item is enough?"
Fang Xian nodded, Tong Hezi took a step forward and took the scroll. He felt suppressed and his heart was trembling. He couldn't help but think: "If it is the relic of the Holy King, it is the last treasure of the royal family. Is the emperor completely surrendering to Fang Xiandao?"
This realization almost made him feel like he was in a dream.
The Taoists have always been in a weak position with the imperial court, but now the situation has finally reversed.
"Haha... I guess you've barely passed."
Fang Xian shook his head and laughed.
If it were in the past, when the Great Zhou dominated the world and the dragon energy was abundant, it might be a bit troublesome for me to face the Eight Directions Immortal Formation in the imperial city.
But later, the world was divided, and the dragon energy of the Great Zhou was weakened by at least half, so the power of this formation was greatly reduced, and it was no longer a big deal.
But no matter what, the new emperor is willing to do so, and he is sincere.
Zhou Buer heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "The rebel king has defected to the demon tribe and is not tolerated by the human race. He is simply a traitor... Lingzhou is the only important town in the south of the imperial court, and it must be a thorn in the eyes of the other side... It is interdependent with the imperial court, so why not join forces!"
"After all the talk, it's just asking me to deal with the demon tribe."
Bao Shizi sneered.
Zhou Buer was not embarrassed even though his thoughts were seen through. After all, this was the last straw.
The Great Zhou is about to perish, so what does face matter?
"But I agreed."
Just when I was feeling nervous, I suddenly heard Fang Xian's voice.
Zhou Buer suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face: "The Taoist's words are worth a thousand gold. I would like to thank the Taoist on behalf of the new emperor!"
"Well, this world belongs to my race after all. I don't interfere with the change of the court, but I have to protect the destiny of the human race."
Fang Xian waved his hand, asked his disciples to send Zhou Buer away, and began to ponder in secret.
Everything was still as he had originally considered, a monopoly would have no vitality.
The alchemists and the demons must love and kill each other in order for the relationship to last long.
The previous emperor of the Great Zhou was not very obedient, so he was replaced.
Now, it’s just right.
The two sides divided the country along the river, with the Great Zhou occupying the north with the help of alchemists.
Wang Shun occupied the south and relied on the demon tribe.
Perhaps in the future, Wang Shun will be destroyed, but the successor will definitely still be supported by the demon clan, and the same is true for the Great Zhou.
The two extraordinary forces support their representatives on earth, and the equilibrium situation of the coexistence of the Northern and Southern Dynasties can probably be maintained for a long time.
After all, there is a middleman like him who can help balance the situation.
"Having come to this point, the inheritance of our immortal way has been completely settled, and no one can take it away..."
After all, whether it is the alchemists or the demons, they are all cultivating the power of calamity.
Moreover, they will gradually discover that only by constantly creating conflicts can they make progress together.
Maybe in the end, there will be some unspeakable tacit understanding that will jointly maintain this situation.
'As soon as the situation is completely stabilized, I can start the reincarnation and leave... After all, this world is too weak, too weak... It doesn't have much foundation.'
Even though Fang Xian studied the relics of the Holy King, the things of ancient immortals, and so on, he still felt that this world was of too low a level.
He yearned for a higher world, to obtain more information, to enrich his own knowledge, and thus to deduce the future path of the alchemist.
At the same time, leaving this world behind will also facilitate future harvesting.
"When I think about it, I have two worlds. Hmm... I don't know how the secret mechanism of that world will deal with the new strange invasion... How is my salty apprentice..."
