Hou Yi returned to the Grand Shang Ancestral Court and saw a strange sight.
The Shang Dynasty's fierce bandits, who had shaken all the ten thousand races, Emperor Tang of Shang, were being mercilessly beaten.
And the one beating him was his father, Zhu Gui, known as the head of the fiercest bandits in Huaxia:
"You little bastard, you can't even do this little thing right. You still have to let our only remaining descendant do this. Also, where are our people? How did we end up with only one descendant? What good are you to me?"
Zhu Gui, holding a pickaxe handle, beat Shang Tang and cursed incessantly.
"Aiya, my dear father, it's not my fault. It's all that Zixin kid's doing. Not only did he delete our Shang Dynasty, but he almost deleted our entire Huaxia human race. If you want to hit someone, you should hit him."
Shang Tang said, trying to justify himself while taking the blows.
"Oh, fuck, bang."
The pickaxe handle in Zhu Gui's hand had broken.
Zhu Gui casually threw the broken pickaxe handle aside, took out a new one, and said to Shang Tang:
"Where is that Zixin brat? It'll be his turn soon. With you two useless things, if I don't break your legs today, it'll be because I'm too lazy."
After speaking, Zhu Gui scanned the onlookers and found Wu Ding and Di Xin hiding in the corner like ostriches.
The two ostriches suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. They could only raise their heads tremblingly and immediately met Zhu Gui's gaze.
Wu Ding's eyes rolled, and he came up with an idea.
"Roar!"
Wu Ding the Human Emperor let out a roar and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes, and twitching uncontrollably.
Zhu Gui said with a helpless expression: "Alas, why is this child acting up again? Forget it, your ancestor won't blame you."
Wu Ding quickly nodded upon hearing Zhu Gui's words and said: "Thank you, ancestor," and then sat to the side.
Zhu Gui shook his head and said: "Alas, Wu Ding has been frail since childhood and has suffered so much. However, it is also his contribution to the Shang Dynasty that the Shang Dynasty has become strong again under his leadership."
Di Xin saw that Wu Ding the Human Emperor had not only escaped a beating by feigning illness but had also received praise.
So, the intelligent student Di Xin followed suit, lying on the ground and starting to twitch.
When Zhu Gui saw Di Xin's disappointing behavior, he directly swung a pickaxe handle at him.
"You little bastard, you've learned to feign illness now? Come, your ancestor will give you a good 'treatment' today. Otherwise, if the dignified Human Emperor rolls around on the ground, it will ruin the reputation of the Shang Dynasty."
After speaking, he grabbed Di Xin by the collar and threw him next to Shang Tang.
Zhu Gui took out another pickaxe handle, wielding one in each hand with great vigor, and gave Shang Tang and Di Xin a severe beating.
After breaking two more pickaxe handles, Zhu Gui said to Shang Tang and Di Xin:
"You two little bastards, I want you to investigate the situation of the revival of the Human Emperor and above among the ten thousand races, the trade routes, the types of goods traded, the locations of the treasure vaults, especially those of the divine race."
"When everything is ready, I'll take you for a big score and bring back some cultivation resources for our Huaxia sons. Don't be so poor every day."
Hou Yi, with a look of amusement, walked over to Shang Jiawei, Chang Ruo, and Cao Yu and said:
"Zhu Gui beats his children like this, don't you three do anything about it? What if you break them?"
Chang Ruo shook his head and said: "It's fine, they're just children, they need to be disciplined when they're disobedient. Besides, our children are tough, this level of punishment is nothing. This is how I disciplined Cao Yu back then."
Cao Yu nodded and said: "That's right, our family has such an excellent inheritance. My father beat me much harder back then. Sometimes he'd hit me with a brick, sometimes he'd swing a pickaxe handle, and he'd specifically aim for the back of my head."
Hou Yi nodded in surprise and said: "Alas, no wonder you have so few children. There's a reason for that."
Shang Jiawei subconsciously moved away from these two old ancestors. The conversation was too awkward to respond to.
He then could only come to Zhu Gui and say: "Alright, kid, stop hitting. Let them go find Zhan'er. We're about to deal with the Undead race. Let them go to Zhan'er and take over the underground forces in the American Special Zone."
Zhu Gui snorted coldly and said to Shang Tang and the other two: "Still pretending to be dead? Hurry up and get to work. At this point, you still need your own grandson to step up. Are you two going to lose face?"
Shang Tang and Di Xin exchanged glances, neither daring to speak, and quickly signaled to the Yamata no Orochi beside them.
The Yamata no Orochi quickly stepped forward to help the two out of the Grand Shang Ancestral Court.
After leaving the Grand Shang Ancestral Court, the Yamata no Orochi transformed into its true form, dragging Shang Tang and Di Xin, and leisurely wandered around the Human Race Royal Court:
"I say, are you two father and son really born to the Shang Dynasty? Why are you being beaten so severely, like you're being punished for grudges?"
Shang Tang said with a look of utter despair: "Can you stop bringing up sore points? If you say any more nonsense, believe it or not, I'll roast you as a snack."
The Yamata no Orochi shook its head and said: "That's not possible. Alright, sit tight, sirs, I'll take you to the Shennong tribe first."
Di Xin glared with his beaten eyes and said: "Hey, hey, why are we going to the Shennong tribe instead of finding Lin Zhan? My father and I don't have time to wander around with you."
The Yamata no Orochi said impatiently:
"Why are you so troublesome? Would I sell you two? You've both been beaten to this state. If I don't take you to the Shennong tribe to get treated, what if I scare my old uncle half to death in the middle of the night?"
Shang Tang nodded helplessly and said: "Yes, don't scare your old uncle. Your generation is so confusing, it's like a joke."
The Yamata no Orochi pouted:
"It's not for nothing that I recognized this old uncle. If I hadn't recognized him, I would have been stewed long ago. Besides, I am from the ancient Nine-Headed Xiangliu tribe. How could I have survived to this day without any special skills?"
"My old uncle will definitely become a Great Emperor in the future. Then, if I serve him faithfully, will I be wronged? This is called investment."
Di Xin was stunned: "Holy crap, is that true? You're being so cryptic, I don't see that kid having such high achievements."
"What can you see? You're a fool all day long, almost deleted Huaxia, and I don't even want to say anything about you."
The Yamata no Orochi gave Di Xin a sidelong glance.
Seeing Di Xin glaring and about to speak, the Yamata no Orochi continued:
"Let me tell you, don't show off to me, or I'll take you down. If I can't beat Shang Tang, I can still beat you, right? How long have you been established? And you're still talking to me like this."
Di Xin: My mother...