Chapter 116: The Deposed Mountain God

Old Man Cui’s expression turned incredibly strange as he rolled his eyes. "You fat bastard, how long has it been since you came to see me?"

"Isn't your Taoist priest busy, as always?" Zuo Panzi replied.

"Busy my ass! Do you see how miserable I’ve been living? This dilapidated Mountain God Temple doesn't even get a single visitor to offer incense all year round. Back in the day, when I, Old Man Cui, served as a Prefect in the Underworld, every time I stepped out, the gongs..."

After speaking, Zhao Huan knocked his head against the ground three times with a series of loud thuds. By the time he looked up, blood was already trickling from his forehead.

Li Yi listened patiently to her melodic voice. Everything she said was something he had already looked up online, but he listened again to test her character. If she were prone to exaggeration, she would not be suitable for Wutian; conversely, if she was truthful, he would keep her around to observe her further.

"Who wants to call you brother? I’m older than you, you know," Xihongshi thought to herself, but not daring to say it out loud, she simply nodded.

Jiao Rongrong frowned slightly. She had taken a palm strike from Tian Zhenhai earlier while trying to drive a bone-piercing nail into his Quchi acupoint. Now suffering from internal injuries, her cultivation was far below its peak. Seeing that Tian Zhenhai had already forced the nail out, she knew she could not withstand his full-strength blow.

"Haha! Fengxiao, you are too modest. If you hadn't predicted the enemy's moves with such divine insight and devised the strategy beforehand, how could things have gone so smoothly?"

"That was merely because the low-level members of the Fire Worship Cult are ignorant. Besides, this Tianshan Legend hasn't stepped out of the Ethereal Palace in a hundred years; I fear many in the cult have forgotten her power!" The Grand Tutor glanced at the indecisive Yin-Yang Dharma King and said with a smile.

The spirit clouds hung low, and the strange phenomena showed no sign of dispersing. The time Hong Jian spent brewing her Nascent Soul formation far exceeded everyone's expectations. Jing Baixi and Le You were filled with worry, wondering what had gone wrong. By now, they no longer hoped for a successful breakthrough, wishing only for her safety.

Apart from a slight weakness in her limbs and a faint sense of dizziness in her head, she felt no particular discomfort.

Arriving at the entrance of Funing Palace, Zhao Ningxuan sent someone to find Po Xu and the others, then entered the palace with Liang Xin. As they walked, Zhao Ningxuan answered the questions Liang Xin had just asked.

At this moment, Xiao Mutong seemed to have forgotten her status, playing and laughing with Huang Yueying; it appeared that Xiao Mutong truly missed the beautiful times the two sisters had shared in the past.

"I appreciate your concern, Official Shangguan. My lumbago is nothing serious; I will be fine after a few days of rest," Princess Taiping replied with a lukewarm, polite formality.

Since this is a fate cultivated over a thousand years, why bother to flee? Since there is mutual affection, why wait for the passing of every morning and evening?

The Li family's private club? Could this luxurious and imposing courtyard house be my father’s private club? Why have I never heard of it? Just how many more secrets is my father keeping from me?

However, before Lei Tian could sink into melancholy, the Master of Tongtian Cult's ultimate technique, which consumed his entire life force, finally descended upon him. Sighing helplessly, Lei Tian raised the Primordial Xuanyuan Sword high; it seemed the arrow was on the string and had to be released.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Youhan asked curiously upon seeing Ouyang Pengcheng standing silently to the side, staring blankly into the distance.

"Grandmaster, everyone has arrived, including the two hundred and fifteen people from the Yanlong Star in the overseas cultivation world," Elder Zhenrong of the Guiyun Sect reported with a bow.

"And yet you still dare to kill? Are you not afraid that we will kill all of you?" The second-in-command revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Among the sand bandits, there were people from Dachi, Hu, Dongtie, and even a few from the Southern Border. Some might have been escaped prisoners, some murderers, and others people forced by circumstance to the point where they had no way to make a living—life would not let them live, so they had no choice but to take the lives of others to survive.

Liu Feng’s expression grew grave. He tried calling Chen Wu’s phone again, only to find it still went unanswered. A flash of worry crossed his eyes before he scrolled to the very bottom of his contact list.