A person appeared in front of Jiang Ming. He was described as follows: His eyes were like golden lights flashing like lightning. His face was like indigo with hair like vermilion. With two wings of wind and thunder supporting the sky, he had the body of an immortal achieved through physical cultivation.
It was Lei Zhenzi, the famous third-generation disciple of Chanism in the Investiture of the Gods and the disciple of Yun Zhongzi.
Many people regarded Lei Zhenzi as the god of thunder. But in fact, he achieved immortality through physical cultivation and was not on the Investiture of the Gods List. Another person who looked similar to him, Xin Huan, was.
After half a month of accumulation, Jiang Ming had enough power of wishes from all living beings to awaken Lei Zhenzi, Li Jing and others. Only Nezha was still far from enough.
Now those foreign envoys had begun to enter the Eastern Capital. He had to get help as soon as possible. Lei Zhenzi was brave and good at fighting. Plus, he had no character flaws. Immediately, he became Jiang Ming's first choice.
"Thank you, young master, for saving me from my predicament and giving me another life. Lei Zhenzi is extremely grateful!"
Lei Zhenzi appeared and then was not panicked. He cupped his hands and saluted Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming quickly helped him up. "Lei Zhenzi, there's no need to be so polite."
The characters resurrected from the book seemed to have different remaining consciousnesses due to different cultivations. For example, Fei Zhong and You Hun had no idea what had happened. But Lei Zhenzi and Su Daji could clearly know that it was Jiang Ming who had resurrected them.
Just then, a ray of light flew out from Jiang Ming's sleeve and landed, turning into Ji Chang.
"My son!"
Seeing this, Lei Zhenzi was filled with both joy and sorrow. He prostrated himself and bowed. "Father, your child is unfilial. I have violated father's last words. Seeing father's face today makes me feel extremely ashamed and uneasy."
Ji Chang was also in tears. He slowly stroked Lei Zhenzi's face. In his life, he had a hundred sons. But among them, besides his eldest son, Boyi Kao, the one he loved the most was this adopted youngest son, Lei Zhenzi. As for Jifa, let's not mention him.
Jiang Ming watched this scene and felt a bit relieved. This was also one of the reasons why he drew Lei Zhenzi first. I not only saved you but also your son. Can't this eliminate that bit of prejudice?
But Jiang Ming underestimated the stubbornness of old man Ji Chang. The reunion of father and son only exchanged for three chances for him to divine.
Snap!
Jiang Ming held a new card. In his mind was the information of his new supernatural power.
Palm Thunder!
The power of this supernatural power was not ordinary. But it was not something he could cultivate now. At least he needed to shed his mortal body and cultivate into an Earth Immortal.
Now he was still at the realm of Human Immortal cultivating qi. And his progress was slow. There was no hope in a short time.
Jiang Ming then sorted out his own strength. In the path of cultivating qi, he had entered the realm of Human Immortal. His supernatural powers were: Charm, Iron-Beaked Divine Eagle, Glib Tongue, Insightful Eyes, Two Qi in the Orifices, Later Heaven Sixty-Four Hexagrams (not practiced), Palm Thunder (not practiced).
In the path of martial arts, he cultivated the Six-Armed Arhat Formula. Although his internal energy was increasing every day, he didn't know when it would be completed. With the 加持 of the bloodline supernatural power Blood God's Wrath, he was not afraid of anyone below the eighth rank.
In addition, he held five Investiture of the Gods cards in his hand: Su Daji, Chong Heihu, Zheng Lun, Ji Chang, and the newly drawn Lei Zhenzi.
Ji Chang, an old man, didn't count as combat power. Daji could be regarded as ninth rank. Chong Heihu and Zheng Lun had made rapid progress in martial arts and could both be regarded as eighth rank. And with Lei Zhenzi's background of achieving immortality through physical cultivation, even though his strength was greatly reduced now, he was definitely at least comparable to seventh rank.
Jiang Ming then realized that unknowingly, he had already accumulated so many trump cards!
Immediately, he felt a bit more confident.
The next day, Jiang Ming received a message from Fang Ji, the envoy for welcoming guests. The envoys of Longxu Country had entered the city.
Immediately, he asked everyone in the Host and Guest Department to set up the ceremonial guards and all went to welcome them in front of the memorial archway downstairs of Taihe Tower.
And when the people of the Eastern Capital saw this formation, they all stopped to watch.
After waiting for half an hour, Jiang Ming finally saw a team coming from afar under the protection of soldiers.
Jiang Ming led the people forward. "Jiang Ming, the director of the Host and Guest Department of the Ministry of Rites in the Eastern Capital of the Great Jin, is here to welcome your honorable envoy."
A simple and honest voice came from a sedan chair carried by four people from Longxu Country. "Lord official is too polite. This envoy is a bit tired. I wonder if there is a place to rest."
"Yes. Your honorable envoy, please."
The envoys of Longxu Country immediately entered the room arranged in Taihe Tower under the guidance of the officials of the Host and Guest Department.
However, there was an episode. Dozens of servants of the envoys of Longxu Country were directly blocked outside.
"People of the Great Jin, what do you mean?" A person from the Longxu nationality with dark skin and short flesh whiskers asked.
Zheng Lun set up his golden pestle and stared at the other side menacingly.
"The officials of the foreign envoys can enter. You lowly servants cannot."
At this time, the envoy's voice came from the front. "You can go and find an inn nearby to rest."
"Yes."
Entering the building, the foreign envoy of Longxu Country, who was originally a bit unhappy, saw a completely different scene. There were rich businessmen and nobles in bright clothes everywhere. The maids were all of superior beauty, like dragon girls. And there were all kinds of fragrances.
Immediately, he praised greatly. "This wonderful place is indeed not for lowly people to enter."
"Yes, indeed. Yes." The vice envoys and others beside him also echoed.
After all, only by treating people differently can there be a sense of superiority. Moreover, in their eyes, those servants were originally lowly slaves.
Jiang Ming then arranged a series of entertainment including eating, drinking, sauna, and bathing. The envoys of Longxu Country were completely lost. They spent tens of thousands of taels in one day.
And when the rich and powerful people in the Eastern Capital knew that there were foreign envoys staying, they were all like cats smelling fishy smell.
Although overseas countries were not as vast and rich as the Great Jin, they also had many rare treasures. Not everyone had the capital to go overseas. The Grand Prosperity Fair was their chance once in ten years.
The business of Taihe Tower immediately became booming.
Jiang Ming was not idle either. When there were enough people, he went on stage again to tell stories and start a new chapter.
The power of one person is ultimately limited. Now Jiang Ming only planned to be a pioneer. After all, no matter how big Taihe Tea House was, it could only accommodate a few thousand people. When would he collect the power of wishes from all living beings by telling stories alone.
He still had to rely on his trained students. If he could spread out from the Eastern Capital to the whole territory of the Great Jin, would he still be far from getting an SSR?
Now, relying on Taihe Tower, a gradually famous place of extravagance, Jiang Ming had planned to open a training class for free and let more storytellers go in all directions...
The arrival of the envoys of Longxu Country was like a signal. In the next few days, envoys from countries like the Shark People Country, the Rakshasa Country, and the Colored Glaze Country came.
Jiang Ming was extremely busy. And not all these foreign envoys were as easy to talk to as those of Longxu Country.
Especially the Rakshasa Country. They were all very fierce. They wore strings of beads made of skulls around their necks. They only ate raw meat and didn't eat cooked food. If Jiang Ming hadn't asked Chong Heihu to keep a close eye on them, the maids who went to deliver food that day would probably have been eaten.
The officials of the Host and Guest Department were also trembling one by one. No one was willing to deal with them.
"Humph! How dare these foreign races still be arrogant within our Great Jin?" Jiang Ming asked in confusion.
Seeing this, Chang Gui beside him reminded in a low voice, "Originally they wouldn't dare. But a hundred years ago, the barbarians in the north suddenly rose and tried to march south. We had great pressure in fighting on two fronts, north and south.
The Demon Kingdom and the barbarians are both trying to win over overseas countries and want to surround us. Therefore, we are very careful in handling the relations with these foreign races."
It was typical of villains getting arrogant. But the officials in the court really had to coax them.
After knowing this, Jiang Ming shook his head. Now he was in a low position and had little say. He didn't know what calculations were involved. He still had to do his own job well first.
As an official of the Ministry of Rites of the Great Jin, he couldn't lose the face of the court either. Otherwise, he would also be punished.
This was the biggest problem of the Host and Guest Department in every Grand Prosperity Fair!