Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

It was broad daylight.

The gray fog and tides gradually receded.

Chen Huangpi silently watched the wisps of gray mist gradually rise into the sky, feeling an indescribable sense of bewilderment.

Just a quarter of an hour ago.

He kept retracing his steps through the memories of that immortal corpse.

They wanted to find out the origin of the hole that took away the Fox Mountain God.

It can happen suddenly.

The hole disappeared.

Even the fox mountain god in this memory is the same.

As a result, Chen Huangpi's plan to become a true immortal and travel up and down the river of time to trace back to this past was completely unfounded.

I don't even know how to find it.

It was as if the owner of the hole was afraid of him and hurriedly erased all traces related to himself.

For now, all I can do is use the excuse that the fox mountain god is incredibly lucky to keep me safe.

"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get to Jiuzhou."

Chen Huangpi jumped onto the back of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn and said expressionlessly, "Those cultivators said that the Tai Sui Sect is in Jiuzhou. Once I get to the Tai Sui Sect, it will feel like I'm coming home."

"Dad, does the Tai Sui church welcome us?"

"Yes, it will definitely happen."

“My master said that there are three people in the world whom I can completely trust.”

“Uncle, the Yin Emperor, and the leader of the Tai Sui Sect.”

"If even the Tai Sui Sect doesn't recognize me, then is this Great Qian Immortal Dynasty still my Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

Golden Horn and Silver Horn nodded, seemingly confused.

They flew towards the direction of Elder Feng and his group of cultivators.

The two brothers are extremely fast.

Moreover, if you remember the other person's scent, you will never be shaken off.

As for Chen Huangpi, he picked up the top-grade gourd and started playing with it.

This thing is indeed incredibly powerful.

However, it is not very useful for dried yellow peel.

Even if, in terms of power and function, this superior gourd is actually much more powerful than the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, it's still the same.

hum...

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword appeared out of thin air and hovered around Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi's mood improved.

He touched the pitted and uneven spots on the Void Divine Sword and said with heartache, "Don't worry, I won't look down on you. No matter how good this gourd is, it can't compare to you in the slightest."

Chen Huangpi was designated as the main deity of the spleen temple from the very beginning.

Although the Pi Temple is not yet completed.

But it's time to make plans in advance.

Aside from its sword shadow, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword is actually quite weak in terms of its foundation.

The strength of the Eye of Calamity is not even comparable to that of the Evil Sword Bamboo Shadow.

The two are combined to form the sword body.

The power that Dongxu has displayed to this day is largely due to Chen Huangpi's exquisite swordsmanship.

"I'm going to refine you all over again."

"Let's use this top-quality gourd as the base."

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Dongxu, you must strive to improve yourself. It would be best if one day you could catch up with your master, Dongzhen."

The sword's cry became extremely intense.

It has a spirit.

It's just that it was born too recently.

They haven't reached the point where they can speak human language.

Its consciousness is also quite immature.

It believed whatever Chen Huangpi said, completely disregarding the fact that Dongzhen was a genuine and almost Daoist master.

In addition, I followed my master for so many years.

In terms of sheer destructive power, none of the nine great treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple can compare to it.

Chen Huangpi, however, was confident.

My master is very powerful, but I will definitely be stronger than him in the future.

That Void Cave may naturally surpass the True Cave Cave.

Although at the beginning.

Chen Huangpi thought that even without Dongzhen, having Dongxu to play around with would be quite impressive.

But nowadays, he has grown to like Dongxu more and more.

After all, this sword was born because of him.

Aside from the accompanying treasures that might only form after one's own birth.

Dongxu is the most suitable and currently the only magic sword that can bear Chen Huangpi's sword style.

……

Time flies by.

Seven days later.

Old Feng swallowed a pill that contained information about the road to Jiuzhou.

After taking it, a flood of information rushed through his mind.

"The direction is correct."

Old Feng turned to the group and said, "We're forced to take a detour this time. Although it's a new route, it's faster than the original one."

"We should be able to reach Old Town in three days at most."

Mr. Feng still felt lingering fear when he spoke of this.

The road to Old Town is a route that has been explored and discovered by generations of people.

The reason it's described as "exploration" is because...

This is because the gray fog tide often gathers in one place inexplicably, accumulating more and more, just like the water flow in a dam, which will erupt when it reaches a critical point.

At that time, the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth, as well as changes in the terrain, will be commonplace.

Therefore, we have to take a detour and change routes.

Every detour, every search for a new route, is a high-stakes gamble.

Nobody knows if they'll encounter something even more terrifying.

Not long ago, they encountered a gray fog tide that had gathered together during the day.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous.

Perhaps there are also evil spirits that are actually transformed from true immortals inside.

To avoid unnecessary trouble.

Elder Feng led the cultivators on a long, roundabout route, though it really didn't need to be that exaggerated.

However, now there are one more person and one more beast in this team.

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn creatures had enormous skeletons, ferocious appearances, and terrifying auras.

Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged on its back.

His eyes were closed, and his hands were forming a strange mudra.

And above his head.

It was a blood-red flame burning.

The flames formed the outline of a pill furnace, with nine fire dragons circling around it, giving it an extraordinary appearance.

The most terrifying thing is.

Inside this stove, there is a gourd.

The gourd's aura was even more terrifying.

Among them, Elder Feng sensed nineteen auras that resembled those of immortals.

"That's so extravagant..."

Old Master Feng sighed inwardly, "Such a magical artifact would be a treasure to guard the sect if it were overseas. It was just refined like this. It's too extravagant, too extravagant."

Actually, what he meant was that they were too wasteful.

Seven days ago, Chen Huangpi and Jinjiao and Yinjiao caught up with them.

He also told the cultivators that he was about to begin refining weapons and that they should not disturb him unless necessary.

Then, without saying a word, he started refining the gourd.

At first, Old Feng thought that Chen Huangpi was going to refine this top-grade gourd to perfection, after all, he was knowledgeable and could see that this magic weapon was only in its infancy.

Unexpectedly, Chen Huangpi's weapon-refining techniques greatly shocked him.

That's not a weapon-refining technique at all.

Rather, it is the method of alchemy.

After all, they even conjured up a pill furnace.

Two days ago, the top-grade gourd was still in its original state, but these past two days, Chen Huangpi has increased the heat and is smelting it day and night.

Old Feng noticed that some of it had already begun to melt.

"No, you can't look at it."

Old Feng withdrew his gaze, feeling increasingly heartbroken and distressed the more he looked.

Although he didn't understand weapon crafting.

But we also know that such behavior is pure wastefulness to the extreme.

It completely melted this top-grade gourd; to put it nicely, it was a return to its original state; to put it bluntly, it was just being bored out of one's mind.

The key is.

Chen Huangpi wanted to use this top-grade gourd as material to fuse into his strange magic sword.

"That sword is not as good as this superior gourd..."

Feng Lao thought to himself in bewilderment, "What's the point of forging a sword like this? Even if we get to Jiuzhou, it would be better to exchange this gourd for a more powerful magic sword than to forge it like this."

He didn't understand the significance of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword to Chen Huangpi.

I don't understand either; Chen Huangpi didn't actually care about this top-grade gourd at all.

After all, he had seen far more powerful treasures.

Although this superior gourd is incredibly powerful, frankly speaking, it's only good for killing people.

Chen Huangpi is not lacking in the means to kill.

Of course, that might not be entirely accurate.

To be precise.

Old Feng and his fellow cultivators were terrified of poverty.

He usually builds up his cultivation level slowly with pills, and only uses spiritual energy to break through at crucial moments.

Every wisp of spiritual energy, every rare and precious material.

Those all require careful planning.

Chen Huangpi doesn't need spiritual energy to cultivate at all, and his physical body is incredibly hard, making him an anomaly among anomalies.

"Old Feng, Second Master is hungry."

Silver Horn opened its mouth wide and shouted at Old Feng, "I want to eat pills, those sour ones!"

Old Feng sighed, "Didn't we just eat this morning? Why do we have to eat again now?"

Silver Horn roared, "You were alive yesterday, so you're not going to be alive today? Stop talking nonsense and give me the pills. Same old rules, put it on my Yellow Skin Father's tab."

"Yes, yes, here you go..."

Helpless, Old Feng took a handful of bright red pills from the alchemy furnace and stuffed them into Silver Horn's mouth.

The latter melts in your mouth.

Once the entire mouth was filled with flavor, it suddenly stuck out its tongue, scooped up a large patch of dirt from the ground, chewed it, and swallowed it.

No matter how many times you've seen this scene.

Old Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, the long-faced cultivator pulled Elder Feng aside with a troubled expression and secretly transmitted his voice, "Elder Feng, this Silver Horn is too difficult to take care of. How many of our pills has it eaten?"

Old Feng shook his head: "When we came, the alchemy furnace was full, but now 30% of it has been used up."

His alchemy furnace looked small.

In reality, the space inside is extremely large, containing no less than ten thousand items.

Most of them are pills with special effects, such as speeding up travel or having a special ability like the "Dharma Eye," while others are blank pills used for recording information.

These elixirs were highly sought after in Old State.

Moreover, the Tai Sui Sect does not suppress them, nor does it engage in alchemy to squeeze them out. Instead, it provides them with a market and subsidizes them each time.

It can be said that they have done everything they could to be benevolent and righteous.

Overseas cultivators make a living this way and do not want to relocate to the old state, because although there is little spiritual energy overseas, it is extremely safe. Therefore, this kind of transaction is the last way for them to survive.

Refining elixirs is difficult, but it cannot compare to the higher value of spiritual energy.

"Fortunately, that Golden Horn seems to have anorexia."

The long-faced cultivator said with a wry smile, "If it's like Silver Horn, eating many meals a day, each time a handful of pills, I'm afraid by the time we reach Jiuzhou, these pills will be almost all gone."

"I estimate that by the time we reach Jiuzhou, only 40% will remain."

Old Feng sighed, "This time, let's stay in Jiuzhou a little longer. The younger generation can try to join the Tai Sui Sect. We can also take this opportunity to trade some materials and refine some pills."

"Although it's a bit shameless, it's like taking advantage of the Tai Sui teachings."

"But if we don't do it this way, we won't get much spiritual energy from these pills."

The Tai Sui sect doesn't concern itself with these things.

Although Mr. Feng and others came from overseas, they still had some sense of shame.

Family members know shame.

All I can do is think about is that next time I come, I'll prepare more pills and give them away at a discount.

"Remember, how others treat you is not their obligation."

Old Feng instructed the long-faced cultivator: "There is no such thing as a given in this world. Others may not care, but we must keep it in mind. This is the way to last."

The long-faced cultivator frowned and said, "But won't they resent us for taking advantage of them this time?"

Old Feng said, "So all the good impressions we've made in the past will come in handy. If it happens only once, people might look down on us, but we can make up for it next time and explain things to them, and there won't be any resentment."

The Tai Sui Cult allows them to exchange elixirs for spiritual energy.

It also gave it to the market, but going to Jiuzhou to exchange pills for materials, and then refining them into pills to continue exchanging for spiritual energy, was something that had not been agreed upon beforehand.

Overseas monks never do this either.

They really had no choice this time; they'd run into a shameless Silver Horn. Otherwise, they wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure.

The long-faced cultivator glanced at Silver Horn.

Silver Horn tilted his head and said, "Why are you looking at Second Master?"

The long-faced cultivator said with a fawning smile, "I just wanted to ask you, Second Master, how long can you last for this meal?"

"You must be an idiot."

Golden Horn said disdainfully, "I haven't finished digesting the evil in my stomach yet, how could it be hungry? It's just that it was afraid of being hungry before and wants to eat back all the food it hasn't eaten in the past seventeen thousand years."

"Brother, you really know me."

Silver Horn grinned and said to Old Feng, "Old Feng, I'm hungry again. Same as always, put it on Yellow Skin Dad's tab."

It really loves the pills that these cultivators refine.

Eating dirt tastes bland.

But with the elixir, the taste will be quite good.

The more I eat, the more I want to eat.

Helpless, Old Feng took out another handful of pills and fed them to Silver Horn like pigs.

Silver Horn said with satisfaction, "Eating feels so good, especially your pills. I've decided that before we get to Jiuzhou, I'm going to eat a hundred meals a day!"

As soon as these words came out.

Elder Feng and the other cultivators felt a chill in their hearts.

The long-faced cultivator's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Second Master, we can't handle you eating like this."

Silver Horn said, "What does it have to do with Second Master whether you can withstand it or not?"

It didn't understand why these monks were reacting so strongly.

Huang Pi's father has a large and prosperous family.

Even if I ate a hundred meals a day, every single day, I wouldn't be able to eat my father out of house and home, would I?

And just then.

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes.

A sea of ​​lightning appeared in his eyes.

Two bolts of lightning shot directly into the alchemy furnace formed by the evil fire, completely surrounding the high-grade gourd.

Thunder and fire refining.

This is a method that Chen Huangpi figured out himself.

The evil fire is not suitable for refining weapons, and the brass oil lamp is now dormant.

Then we have no choice but to use this method to refine this superior gourd.

"Dongxu!"

Chen Huangpi gave a soft shout, and with a clang, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword appeared out of thin air and plunged into the alchemy furnace.

Immediately afterwards, the blade of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword began to melt.

At the same time, the phantom of a green bamboo and the phantom of a calamity eye emerged from the molten iron and entered the superior gourd along with the lightning and fire.

The melting speed of the top-grade gourd increased instantly.

In just a short while, one-third of it turned into a blue, glass-like substance.

Chen Huangpi reached in and pulled hard.

Then he forcibly pulled out a wisp of white mist.

"Is there anything that can contain this spiritual energy?"

Chen Huangpi looked at Elder Feng and the other cultivators.

A look of ecstatic joy appeared in everyone's eyes.

The long-faced cultivator stared at Silver Horn in utter shock. "No way, he really keeps accounts?"

Silver Horn licked its lips: "Yellow-skinned Daddy, is this spiritual energy? Is it tasty?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head and remained silent, only looking at Old Feng.

Old Feng swallowed hard and quickly said, "Senior Chen, you've given too much; this spiritual energy is far too much."

"How many times have I told you not to call me senior?" Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I'm only seventeen years old. Just call me Chen Huangpi. Senior, you're not my junior, why are you calling me senior?"

Too lazy to waste any more words, he simply tossed the ball of spiritual energy to Elder Feng.

Old Feng quickly took out a celadon bottle and absorbed all the spiritual energy into it.

"List……"

Old Feng changed his tune, saying, "Chen Huangpi, spiritual energy is important. You did give us too much. Silver Horn only consumed 30% of our pills, but the spiritual energy from that is enough to exchange for 50%."

"Then let's just keep it."

Chen Huangpi asked nonchalantly, "Can you be sure we'll be able to reach Jiuzhou in three days?"

"Yes, it must be possible."

Old Feng explained, "At the current speed, we should arrive in Jiuzhou on the night of the third day, which should be within a few hours."

"I see."

Chen Huangpi nodded, then closed his eyes again and began to forge the sword.

He was actually fully aware of everything that was happening outside.

The reason I followed Elder Feng and the other cultivators to Jiuzhou was...

Actually, I also wanted to learn about the customs and culture of the Great Qian Dynasty.

So as not to let people know that I came from the human world.

Otherwise, he could have ridden his golden and silver horns and traveled all the way there, arriving in Jiuzhou several days ago.

"Three days is enough time for me to rebuild my Void Realm."

Chen Huangpi sensed that Dongxu had begun to devour the superior gourd, but he was thinking about something else.

That was the bronze oil lamp that Old Feng and others used.

The bronze oil lamp was a source of protection for these people in the darkness.

With this lamp, the gray fog and tides will not approach.

Unless the tides truly converge and erupt suddenly, there is no way to avoid it.

“Those oil lamps look the same as the Golden Sky Lantern, but I think they are more like imitations of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.”

Chen Huangpi arrived in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Besides the gray fog, the most puzzling thing he encountered was this strange bronze oil lamp.

This oil lamp is not a magic weapon.

It doesn't even look like it was made by someone.

These monks, including Elder Feng, said that the bronze oil lamps originated from the three religions (Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism).

But Chen Huangpi's intuition told him that it might not have anything to do with the three religions.

The Jietian Sect excels at intercepting the line between heaven and earth, and can even intercept the Nine Separation Bells from outside the world.

The Tai Sui Sect reveres the way of the sword, and its sword formations are intricate and complex. Even without the Tai Sui Killing Sword, it can still be considered a major sect of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Bai Lingtian, on the other hand, was superstitious and believed that all things had a spirit.

None of these three religions seem to be the type to come up with something like this.

After all, the Nine Netherworld Lamp wasn't crafted in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Instead, it's in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"If Huang Er were to wake up, he would surely be able to see the strangeness of these bronze oil lamps."

Chen Huangpi sighed inwardly.

He tried again to communicate with the brass oil lamp through the dog-raising method.

There was still no response.

However, the atmosphere of the brass oil lamp has changed in the past few days, and the dilapidated lamp body has begun to fade, becoming somewhat like its original appearance.

Judging from the looks of it, he'll probably wake up soon.

buzzing...

Within the furnace, a faint sword shadow slowly emerged from the molten iron, emitting a soft sword hum.

This sword shadow is where the spirit of the Void resides.

The sword shadow will dissipate if there is no sword body.

Therefore, it has always been partially combined with molten iron.

At this moment, Dongxu slowly approached the superior gourd, which had already melted more than halfway. It was time for Dongxu to devour it and forge a new sword body.

……

And at this moment.

In the farthest part of the old state.

The Tai Sui Sect, which has existed since ancient times and is the supreme lineage in this old state, is within this sect.

Five mountain peaks, shaped like sharp swords, stand tall.

These five peaks are called the Five Elements Sword Peaks.

It is the place where the five Supreme Elders of the Tai Sui Sect practice.

They are Tai Xuan, Tai Hao, Tai Yu, Tai A, and Tai Yi.

They are known among cultivators as the Five Primordial Elements.

Within the Tai Sui Sect, he is referred to as the Sword Master.

Of course, the Five Elements Sword Peak is now missing a sword master.

Of the five innate elements, only four remain.

Four elderly men with white hair and beards, dressed in dark blue Taoist robes, were sitting cross-legged atop their respective sword peaks.

On each of his knees rested an unremarkable three-foot-long iron sword.

Sudden……

The iron swords resting on the laps of the four old men trembled slightly.

Swish swish swish swish!!!

The four old men suddenly opened their eyes.

In an instant, wisps of sword intent surged forth, and countless sword energies cascaded down from the sword peak, their cries echoing across the sky.

Thousands of sword lights flew in unison.

Those were disciples of the Tai Sui sect.

"Master!"

"Elder!!!"

All the disciples looked at the four sword masters.

They had no idea what had happened that had caused all four sword masters to react simultaneously.

It should be noted that these four sword masters have been stationed here for ten thousand years.

That was the battlefield against the celestial realm.

None of the four sword masters participated; they sat in the Tai Sui Sect year after year, like candles in the wind, overseeing its affairs.

"I seem to sense the aura of the Tai Sui Killing Sword..."

"It was very faint, appearing only for a moment before being obscured."

"In the far east."

"Something's wrong, something's wrong..."

The four sword masters were of one mind and could see the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

The Tai Sui Killing Sword is no longer with the Tai Sui Sect.

The last time it appeared was two or three thousand years after the cataclysmic changes in the world.

That time, the Tai Sui Killing Sword lay across the sky.

Wherever it passed, even the sky was cleaved open by its sharp edge, forming a stunning spectacle like the Milky Way.

At that moment, all the disciples of the Tai Sui Sect were trembling with excitement.

Everyone thought the Tai Sui Killing Sword was coming back.

As it turned out, he did come back.

But it ended up back in the hands of Emperor Chen.

Emperor Chen, wielding the Tai Sui Killing Sword, continued his fierce battle with the Immortal Venerable. After that battle, the Immortal Venerable never left the Immortal Realm again.

Emperor Chen then resided at Qianyuan Palace for a long time.

Then the gray fog descended, and many strange things became impossible to understand.

The whereabouts of the leader of the Jietian Sect are unknown.

The leader of the Tai Sui Sect fell into the gray mist, his body covered in downy hair formed from sword energy.

Bai Lingtian simply ascended to heaven with his entire sect, hiding in the gray mist tide.

The five great emperors of the celestial realm have not appeared in the world.

However, the great war between the two worlds continued.

The most difficult of these is the Tai Sui (Grand Duke Jupiter) teaching.

The sword formation of the Tai Sui Sect is incredibly profound, yet extremely easy to learn.

However, to unleash its power, one cannot do without the blood of Tai Sui.

We need to communicate with Tai Sui Sha Jian.

Only by receiving the blood of Tai Sui from the Tai Sui Killing Sword can one cultivate.

Otherwise, even if you learn it, you won't be able to use it.

In the beginning, the Tai Sui Sect was still able to communicate with the Tai Sui Killing Sword, which Emperor Chen had long resided in Qian Yuan Que, and Tai Sui blood would occasionally descend.

But later on...

Emperor Chen is ill, very ill.

The blood of Tai Sui descended by the Tai Sui Killing Sword possesses an incredibly concentrated power of corruption.

It is an evil creature that will transform into the shape of a long sword upon contact.

From then on, the Tai Sui Sect understood that Emperor Chen was in trouble, and so was the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

"Qian Yuan Que is located at the center of the Great Qian."

"That place has long been turned into a forbidden area..."

"If the Tai Sui Killing Sword leaves from here, it will surely be a powerful force, and we will not miss it."

"But why is there still the aura of the Tai Sui Killing Sword to the east?"

"Could it be that there are two Tai Sui Killing Swords?"

"No, there is only one Tai Sui Killing Sword."

The Tai Xuan Sword Master said in a deep voice, "Although the aura we sensed was very faint, it was extremely pure, just like when the Tai Sui Killing Sword had not yet malfunctioned."

"Go, go to the east. We must find that aura no matter what."

“Bring it back, bring it to the Tai Sui Sect.”

"This is its home!"

"Perhaps this can bring the cult leader back."

"The sect leader is not dead yet. His sword formation is still there, and his Dao fruit is still there."

"Go! Don't take that bronze oil lamp with you."

The four sword masters gave their orders, then closed their eyes and activated the sword peaks, or rather, the sword formation, beneath them to erase everything that was happening at that moment.

The Tai Sui Sect is essentially a sword formation.

It is the sword formation method of the Tai Sui Sect Master.

With one of the five sword masters missing, they could only barely maintain their position.

Otherwise, they would have already used this sword formation to charge into the gray fog and pull their leader back.

If all else fails, we can fight our way into that restricted area.

It would be good to see what the current situation of Emperor Chen is.

……

Chen Huangpi was unaware that he had reforged the Void Divine Sword.

When its sword shadow devoured the superior gourd to forge a new sword body, the Tai Sui Sect actually detected its faint aura.

If you know it.

He would surely sigh that the Tai Sui Sect truly lived up to its reputation as the mother sect of the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

Even the shadow of a sword can be sensed by the opponent.

As for Elder Feng and other cultivators...

They, of course, would not notice anything.

On the contrary, they are now all smiles, and they do their best to meet any needs that Jinjiao and Yinjiao may have.

The previous helpless and reluctant attitude was completely gone.

The long-faced cultivator chuckled and said, "Second Master, the reason you want to keep eating is actually a kind of illness called psychological addiction. It's not difficult to cure."

"So that's it."

Silver Horn suddenly realized and asked, "Then I won't get treatment. If I don't want to eat after I'm cured, then I'll have come out of the Scripture Pavilion for nothing."

It doesn't care about addiction.

It comes out to eat; otherwise, it would be more comfortable to stay in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Enough nonsense. I've only eaten sixty-eight meals today. Hurry up and take out the pills."

Silver Horn opened its mouth wide, waiting for Old Feng to feed it.

It's been having the time of its life these past few days.

Everything can be recorded in Chen Huangpi's ledger, and he has a group of cultivators serving him.

This is what it looks like to do great things!

What annoyed Silver Horn was that it opened its mouth for a long time, but Old Feng didn't take out a handful of pills to feed it.

"Old Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"You still have a lot of pills in your furnace. Don't think I don't know. I've already said to keep accounts, and your spiritual energy will be taken away."

Hear this.

As if regaining his senses, Old Feng stuffed a handful of pills into Silver Horn's mouth.

Silver Horn narrowed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

Even with the elixirs, this soil is no longer enough for it.

Only by consuming elixirs can one truly enjoy the benefits.

"Second Master, something seems off."

Old Feng frowned and said uncertainly, "We have been traveling for another day and night, but the closer we get to Jiuzhou, the thicker the gray fog becomes, as if something big is about to happen."

Silver Horn scoffed, "With Yellow Skin Father around, what major incident could possibly happen?"

Golden Horn sniffed: "Silver Horn, do you smell a familiar scent?"

"I can smell it, it smells like medicinal pills."

"Pills my ass!"

Golden Horn slapped Silver Horn on the head: "Pills, pills, you eat pills every day. You're already not very bright, are you going to end up with cerebral palsy?"

"Big brother! Stop hitting him!"

Silver Horn cried out in pain, "I'll smell it right now, I'll smell it really good right now."

Having said that, Silver Horn immediately sank his limbs into the ground.

It activated the power of the Child of Listening.

Old Feng, meanwhile, looked worriedly into the distance.

It's already the second day, and we'll arrive in Old Town in one more day.

But even during the day.

The sky turned gray and gloomy, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

Look up at the sky again.

The sky above the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is constantly shrouded in gray mist.

Above, the gray fog seemed to be blown by the wind, gradually moving forward as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.

But if I told people this, they would laugh at me.

How could gray fog be moved by the wind?

That's something that even a cultivator's spells can't break.

It won't have any impact whatsoever.

Even with his extensive experience, Mr. Feng had never personally witnessed such a situation; he had only heard of similar events mentioned by others when he was in Jiuzhou.

But for a moment, Mr. Feng couldn't remember what it meant.

At this moment, Silver Horn spoke.

"Brother, it does seem to have a familiar taste."

Silver Horn's eight eyes were filled with confusion: "It feels familiar, like we're..."

Snapped! ! ! !

Golden Horn slapped Silver Horn on the head.

It roared in its heart, "We are one, you don't need to say it out loud, just think it in your heart."

"Brother, it smells like the deities from the Pure Immortal Temple..."

Silver Horn cried out in his heart, "Could it be that we're not actually in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, but in the Pure Immortal Temple? Is everything here just a figment of our imagination?"

Jingxian Temple has three thousand righteous gods.

It was brought to the Ten Thousand Mountains by the Abbot from the Great Qian Dynasty.

But of those gods, only the God of Wide Vision is still by the side of the heretic; the others have long since died.

Although Silver Horn is stupid and clumsy.

But Golden Horn still has a sharp mind.

It knows these things.

That's why Silver Horn needed to use the power of the Child of Listening to carefully smell whether he had made a mistake.

Now, it has the answer.

He then turned his head to look at Chen Huangpi sitting on his back.

At the right time...

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes.

The evil eye between his brows looked up at the sky.

He saw hundreds of terrifying silhouettes walking in the gray mist, each holding a whip and driving the mist to converge in one direction.

That direction is the only way to reach Old Town.

Buzz! ! ! ! !
At that moment, the Void Sword Shadow suddenly emitted a sharp sword cry.

Chen Huangpi stared in utter astonishment at the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, which had completely devoured the superior-grade gourd and whose blade was glowing crimson, seemingly about to forge a completely new one. He asked, "You mean, there are people over there trying to communicate with you, and more than one?" (End of Chapter)