Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

That night.

After leaving the gray fog area, it was just as dark began.

With dark circles under his eyes, Silver Horn lay sullenly on the ground, even the dirt he usually loved to eat tasted bland.

This is because it was severely beaten.

The villainous ghost and the villainous lamp, along with its older brother Golden Horn, fought together.

It's just that I ate a golden elixir.

It's just that there's a baby girl inside that golden elixir.

Second Master is hungry, and when you're hungry, you need to eat.

This is a matter of course.

"Hmph, why didn't you say so earlier? I thought it was a midnight snack."

Silverhorn grabbed a large handful of soil, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Although this soil doesn't taste good.

But having something to eat is better than having nothing to eat.

"Hey, isn't this Silver Horn? You've gotten so bloated in just a few days, you're eating dirt again."

Jinjiao snorted and sneered, "Look at your aggrieved look. Tell your elder brother, is Emperor Chen's daughter delicious?"

"How would I know when I went?"

Silver Horn muttered, "I saw that it was still moving, and I thought it had been a long time since I had eaten a live creature, so I gulped it down without even tasting it. I need to find a chance to eat it again."

These words startled Jinjiao greatly.

He immediately shouted, "Yellow-skinned Daddy, I want to report Silver Horn! It wants to eat again!"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi, who was standing nearby, said without looking up, "Don't worry, it won't have another chance. If it eats again, Agui will sew its mouth shut."

Just then, the Soul Reaper crossed its two bone claws together, made a reversed gesture, and revealed a sinister grin to Silver Horn.

That laugh sent a shiver down Silver Horn's spine.

"You wretched creature, what are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen the Son of Di Ting before?!"

"I've seen people like you, but I've never seen anyone as annoying as you."

The vengeful ghost sneered, "If it weren't for your father's sake, I would have at least ten ways to cure your gluttony."

"Ah! Big brother!"

"Stop yelling. Even I can't beat this bastard. I've already tried all ten of those methods."

Golden Horn was furious but dared not speak out against the Soul-Reaping Ghost.

It was beaten half to death by the vengeful ghost a long time ago.

He thought that now that he was powerful enough, he could get his revenge, but who would have thought that this vengeful ghost would suddenly become even more powerful than before.

At this time.

A series of thumping sounds rang out.

Chen Huangpi was seen bouncing a pill with nine orifices, the size of two human heads, on the ground like a ball.

A burst of childish laughter rang out from the pill.

The daughter of Emperor Chen.

Chen Huangpi's cousin, the infant still in swaddling clothes, sucked on her finger, laughing and mumbling indistinctly, "Grass...grass..."

"Huang Er, why is it cursing at me?"

Chen Huangpi continued bouncing the ball with one hand while scratching his head with the other: "Could it be that he was scared silly in Silver Horn's stomach? Kids are really annoying!"

Within the gray fog zone, neither Silver Horn nor Golden Horn could emerge from the Soul-Hooking Book.

The corrosive power of that gray fog was far too strong.

However, the brass oil lamp and the ghost can be entered.

Once inside, one of them pried open Silver Horn's mouth, while the other burrowed into his stomach and quickly pulled the girl out. Afterward, they explained the seriousness of the situation while giving Silver Horn a good beating.

Tonight is also the first time this girl has left that gray fog zone and seen the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty again.

“Cousin, it seems our cousin wasn’t cursing you.”

The brass oil lamp shook its head and said, "It seems to be calling for 'brother,' not 'cricket,' but its pronunciation is unclear, and it sounds like it's cursing."

Chen Huangpi's cousin is naturally also the cousin of the brass oil lamp, and also the cousin of the vengeful ghost.

After all, these three things have long been like brothers.

Chen Huangpi listened to what the brass oil lamp said.

He immediately felt goosebumps all over his body.

"I haven't transformed into that traitor's form yet, but it's calling me brother... this... this..."

Chen Huangpi couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He suddenly had a strange feeling.

Her tone of voice unconsciously softened considerably: "Little Chenchen, tell me, Brother Huangpi!"

Xiao Chenchen is the nickname given to this girl.

At that moment, little Chenchen called out in a daze, "Yellow...croaker...brother..."

"No, it's Brother Yellow Skin."

"Yellow grasshopper".

"You just called me 'brother,' so fine, just call me 'brother' from now on."

"Brother Guo."

"elder brother."

"elder brother."

"Alas!!!!"

Chen Huangpi's face flushed red as he excitedly said, "Huang Er, did you hear that? Little Chen Chen is very intelligent; it called me 'brother'!"

And he was so excited.

The speed at which he bounced the ball increased.

The little Chenchen inside the pill didn't feel uncomfortable at all; instead, he laughed even more adorably.

It seemed to it.

This is my older brother playing a game with me.

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "Fellow clansman, look how excited you are. All I did was call you 'brother.' I could call you 'brother' too, but you don't treat me like this. You're just being hypocritical."

"Brother Huang Er..."

"Why!!!!!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed excitedly, "Family member, when Little Chen calls me, she says two more words than you! Wow!!! Our cousin is so intelligent! She's already so lovable even before she's born, what will she be like when she grows up?"

The vengeful spirit watched helplessly with indifference.

It didn't feel that way, after all, the Yellow Springs Netherworld Clan has always been based on bloodline, with only the concept of a father and no concept of a mother, and in fact, its brothers and sisters didn't have much affection for it.

In other words, the master and Huang Er had lived with the abbot for many years without ever having a younger sister. Now, suddenly, they had a younger sister, and they were overjoyed, just like ordinary people.

Suddenly, he noticed that Xiao Chen was staring at him.

The vengeful spirit glanced at it indifferently.

Little Chenchen wasn't afraid of the vengeful ghost's hideous appearance. Instead, he opened his big, clear black and white eyes, biting his finger, looking like a curious child.

This inexplicably made the ghost of death feel irritated.

When little Chenchen was surrounded and amused by Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, the ghost of death became even more agitated.

Why not call yourself "brother"?

Is it because I don't look like everyone else?
Did you scare your own cousin?
That doesn't make sense either; the brass oil lamp and the contracting party weren't much better off either!
The vengeful ghost suddenly began to question the meaning of life.

And just then.

Suddenly, little Chenchen burst into tears.

Chen Huangpi panicked: "Huang Er, why is it crying?"

"I do not know!"

The brass oil lamp said nervously, "Is it because you're not hitting it fast enough, making it unhappy? Hurry up and hit it harder!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi immediately increased his efforts.

The pill was slammed so hard it created afterimages, leaving the ground riddled with craters.

But little Chenchen cried even harder.

“Master, let me take a look.”

The vengeful ghost quickly stopped Chen Huangpi and took the little Chen Chen from him.

Strange to say.

Once in the hands of the vengeful spirit, little Chenchen stopped crying and then grinned foolishly at the spirit.

"Ghost Brother..."

Upon hearing the cry of "Brother Ghost," the vengeful ghost's two blood-red and black eyes widened in shock.

Is this what it feels like to have a younger sister?

The vengeful spirit unconsciously revealed a smile, but its current appearance was truly terrifying, making the smile seem like a sinister grin, giving it a fierce and malevolent feel.

But little Chenchen wasn't afraid; instead, he laughed even more happily.

“My Lord, you can’t just pat a child like that.”

The ghost calmly said, "I've heard that mortals raise children by holding them, and that while babies don't sleep for long periods, they can sleep seven or eight times a day."

"And if I'm not mistaken."

"Little Chen must have been killed before he was even born."

"The talisman on the back of its neck must be the fatal wound."

"This pill is like a membrane, keeping it in its current state. If it is broken, it will immediately vanish into thin air."

Chen Huangpi was a little confused by what he heard.

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "Ah Gui, you've said so much, as if you're so good at taking care of children. Hurry up and give me my cousin. I watched Chen Huangpi grow up."

“I know how the abbot raised him.”

If we're talking about someone with experience in raising children, then only the brass oil lamp has it.

Although Chen Huangpi had already learned to crawl when it met him, it witnessed how the abbot raised Chen Huangpi with great care and attention.

Now, naturally, I want to experience it for myself.

Without a word, the brass oil lamp took Xiao Chenchen from him and made a ferocious face as well.

It did understand.

My cousin is naturally brave; the scarier and weirder the thing, the more she likes it and the happier she is.

Sure enough, Xiao Chen immediately started grinning foolishly at the brass oil lamp.

"Little Chenchen, I am your Second Brother Huang."

The brass oil lamp sneered, "Your father is Emperor Chen, the emperor of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. You also have an enemy, who is what your yellow-skinned brother used to look like. If you see him in the future, you must curse him to death, understand?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Huang Er, Little Chen is just a child. Why are you telling it all this?"

“My family, you don’t understand, this is called prenatal education.”

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "Children need to be nurtured from the womb. If they aren't properly educated now, it will be difficult to change their minds when they grow up and develop their own opinions."

Chen Huangpi thought about it for a moment, then looked at himself and realized that what the brass oil lamp said made a lot of sense.

If it weren't for the brass oil lamp deceiving me, saying that romantic love between men and women is murderous intent.

He wouldn't just kill any woman he sees.

Although those women are indeed annoying.

"Alright, Huang Er, it's my turn to play, no, it's my turn to teach a lesson."

Chen Huangpi snatched Xiao Chenchen away and said seriously, "Brother is telling you, when you grow up, you must never be arrogant and domineering, and you must never look down on others, otherwise someone like brother will come to kill you."

"Oh, I forgot you don't know what murder is."

"I'll demonstrate it for you and you'll understand."

After saying that, Chen Huangpi waved his hand, and the essence in his body transformed into a figure. It was the first girl he killed, Song Qiuyue, Song Tiangang's niece.

Song Qiuyue maintained a terrified expression.

Then, Chen Huangpi pointed his sword at them.

Song Qiuyue's head fell to the ground on the spot, blood gushing out. The head rolled around on the ground, and the body lay on the ground, limbs twitching, before finally turning into a pool of filthy blood.

But the little Chen Chen inside the pill had a deathly pale face.

Two clear black and white eyes were filled with terror.

"Wow!!!!!"

Little Chenchen was so frightened that she burst into tears, burrowing into her dark hair and trembling.

Chen Huangpi was furious at her lack of ambition and shouted, "Cousin, how can you be so cowardly and afraid of trouble? When I was your age, I was already leading Master to wreak havoc in the Immortal Realm!"

"Family, is this how you educate our cousin?"

The brass oil lamp roared in anger: "It's not even born yet! Your methods are too cruel; they'll scare it!"

"Little Chenchen, don't be afraid. Brother Huang Er will teach you how to roast a live person over a big fire."

"Oh, why is it crying even harder?"

"Ah Gui, Ah Gui, you have to think of something!"

"Hahaha."

The vengeful ghost was heartbroken and let out three bitter laughs.

It suddenly realized that bringing Xiao Chenchen out of that awful place was not a good thing.

In that place, Xiao Chenchen would at most be lonely for the rest of his life.

But it's so small, how could it know what loneliness is?

I am no longer alone.

But look around at what's all there is.

Chen Huangpi has always thought things through differently from normal people. He is full of twisted logic and loves to boast about himself. He doesn't blush when he is exposed, and he is ruthless when he kills people.

And brass oil lamps are even more out of the question.

This thing is the first evil entity in the world, full of wicked intentions, and always loves to maliciously speculate about others.

Those two, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, are both incredibly foul-mouthed.

The Fox Mountain God is no longer here.

Only I barely know how to coax a child.

Thinking of this, the ghost said, "Little Chenchen, don't be afraid. Your ghost brother is here. I'll summon a few lonely ghosts for you to play with."

……

And the other side.

At the very bottom of that gray fog zone.

At the bottom of that river.

A hand, clutching a straw hat, emerged from the mud.

Immediately afterwards, the old madman stood up and covered his head with the straw hat.

His body was swaying at that moment.

His state became even more muddled and confused.

Not far away was that enormous bronze oil lamp.

The pale green light shone on him, making his pain even worse.

A creaking sound of metal clashing together came from inside his head.

The Taixu Divine Lamp was nailed to his sword.

It's getting deeper and deeper.

If there is no way to resolve this, the old madman will be controlled by the Taixu Divine Nail from now on.

The Taixu Divine Nail must not be touched at all.

If it were anyone else, let alone using the Dao Sword to block it for a moment, even if they encountered it, their primordial spirit would be firmly parasitized by this Taixu Divine Nail.

By then, you won't even be able to commit suicide.

The disciples of Jingxian Temple fared even worse.

When Chen Daoxing drove the Taixu Divine Nails into their bodies, most of them were only at the True Immortal level. Moreover, the Taixu Divine Nails caused them to suffer constant torment, with no one to turn to for help.

Although the old madman can still put up a fight for now, this thing is like a leech, and getting rid of it is easier said than done.

This is the outline that shrouds the world.

This is what was created after consuming a round of the Taixu World.

"The child of Emperor Chen..."

The old madman's eyes were bloodshot, and his breath was hot and dry. He was able to maintain a moment of lucidity, which reminded him of why he had come to this place.

As for that bronze oil lamp...

The old madman had no intention of destroying it.

The moment this thought arose, the Taixu Divine Nail drilled into his Dao Sword, causing it to tremble and crack in his sword technique. Therefore, he only wanted to do one thing right now.

That is, to find Emperor Chen's child.

"Many truths about that great war were overlooked."

"The child's whereabouts are unknown. I thought she should be in Qian Yuan Que, or perhaps sealed somewhere by Emperor Chen. I never expected her to be here."

The old madman appeared on the water's surface in a flash, and with another step, he ascended Jade Mountain and entered the Pure Immortal Temple.

He looked around at everything with a blank expression.

All of this was both strange and familiar to him.

It was unfamiliar to me as I entered for the first time.

What he was familiar with was that when he was patrolling the human world and killing those two beings who were almost at the level of Dao, he once glanced at the Ten Thousand Mountains from afar.

He saw Chen Huangpi's master.

I also saw Jade Mountain and Pure Immortal Temple.

However, he could not step into it, because that place was the most tragic battlefield in the entire Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

Ordinary people can enter it.

However, once it involves something close to the Dao, or even the ultimate realm of true immortals, one can sense that the flow of time there is abnormal, and every stone and every blade of grass is filled with malice towards living beings in the outside world.

Going in is certain death.

His gaze swept over everything around him.

The old madman came to the alchemy room, and he could sense that the child had once been there.

Now, even the alchemy furnace has been punched with a hole.

The inside was empty.

"Backtracking."

The old madman coldly uttered two words.

The surrounding scene began to distort, as if trying to recall everything that had happened before.

However, the more the old madman did this, the more...

The more intense the nail in his head became, the more it flared up.

However, this is something the old madman can still handle.

But after the footage was rewound.

Something happened that disappointed the old madman.

The scene was extremely chaotic, with only three strange figures vaguely visible. One figure was tall and looked like a young man, another resembled a skull, and the third looked extremely lewd with long, thin arms.

“A being who is almost at the level of the Dao has also been here.”

The old madman followed the blurry light and shadow into the main hall.

Finally, he stopped below the wall where Chen Huangpi had taken the tattered Flying Immortal Painting.

"The Flying Immortal Painting..."

The old madman said in astonishment, "There is actually a part here as well. It seems that the person who took away Emperor Chen's daughter must have also taken the Flying Immortal Map from here. In that case, it will be easy for me to find him."

As he spoke, the old madman opened his palm.

Beneath his palm, within the flesh, a triangular fragment of a map was faintly visible.

This is also a damaged part of the Flying Immortals Painting.

Moreover, it is more complete than the piece that Chen Huangpi obtained, because his piece was blank, but this piece, although small, still has a landscape scene on it.

"That charlatan from Bailingtian secretly contacted me back then and placed this Flying Immortal Map with me, telling me to pretend it never happened. I never expected it would come in handy now."

The old madman clenched his fists and pounded his head violently.

This seemed to alleviate his pain.

It can also help him remember many things.

However, after a while...

The old madman gave up; he realized something.

That means when the leader of the Bailingtian sect placed this fragment of the map in his possession, he must have wanted him to erase all related memories, as well as any traces left by time.

So why is this Flying Immortal Painting in his possession?

The old madman couldn't recall what its function was at all.

The old madman was too lazy to think about it anymore.

He now understood one thing: now that he had been hit by the Taixu Divine Nail, anyone who knew of its existence would not believe his story.

Even if I can occasionally stay sober, it's the same.

"What a pity for my mortal enemy."

The old madman flew towards the gray fog above at an extremely fast speed, muttering to himself, "If he's not dead, he can definitely take over for me now. Maybe he has a way to get rid of this nail."

"And the Tai Sui Cult, that Tai Sui Cult no longer exists."

"It seems the attempt to guide them failed, and they were swept away and forgotten by the river of time."

"And that kid named Chen Huangpi, I was thinking of meeting him to see why he looked so familiar, but now it's all for naught."

The old madman actually felt more sorry for Zhao Bainian.

He had watched the little boy grow up in this old town. In a sense, the old madman knew that he was transferring his guilt towards his own son onto Zhao Bainian.

He has experienced both glory and despair in his life.

He was once obsessed with swordsmanship, to the point of becoming eccentric and neglecting his wife and children.

After realizing this, he finally broke through to a level that was close to the Tao.

As a result, Emperor Chen found him.

Tell him he has to die.

He can no longer exist in the real world; he can only transform into an old madman.

"I became a true immortal when I was eleven years old."

"For ten thousand years thereafter, they were trapped in this realm, obsessed with the sword, and turned to the sword to go mad. I have a son, and I named him Yi Qingzhou, which means that the light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains."

"I don't want this child to end up like me."

"But it is I, as a father, who cannot overcome these myriad mountains."

The old madman closed his eyes, and murky tears of regret slid down the lines of his face.

The thing he regretted most in his life was that he thought he could do it, and with the title of genius, he wanted to break through to that level that was almost like the Tao, thinking that once he succeeded, he could bring blessings to his wife and son.

But things didn't go as planned, and eventually his son left the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

He was still in seclusion and didn't even know about this.

There's no going back in life.

Even if he knew that his son Yi Qingzhou was studying under that person, out of consideration for their past acquaintance, that person would surely take care of him.

Who knows, we might meet again after the world changes.

But whenever the old madman thought about it, his heart still ached.

This father and son are contrasting figures: one is obsessed with swordsmanship, while the other despises it.

They look completely opposite.

But that twisted feeling is exactly the same.

And just then.

The old madman's face suddenly turned extremely ferocious.

He clutched his head, his whole body trembling in pain, and soon gray mist gushed out from his pores.

Those eyes also turned blood red.

A chilling, violent, and insane aura slowly emerged from him.

The old madman has gone mad again.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!!!"

That inhuman roar echoed through the gray fog.

After entering the gray fog zone.

He tore apart all the immortals and magical artifacts that had transformed into evil spirits on the spot and stuffed them into his mouth to chew.

The old madman's entire body was stained with dark blood.

This only makes him seem less like a human being and more like a complete demon.

……

And on this land of Namdo Province.

Chen Huangpi rode his golden and silver horns, heading towards the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Above his head were a brass oil lamp and a ghostly figure.

These two were trying every possible way to make their cousin happy.

However, for them...

Saying it was coaxed or swayed is not quite accurate.

It's more like inciting people to become bad.

"Little Chen, remember this: people are born of mothers, and they can reproduce. So when you kill someone, you have to eliminate them completely, kill them all from top to bottom."

"The killing was too brutal."

"You have to learn to lie, to trick people into signing the Book of Souls. Once they sign, they'll be at your beck and call after they die. That's how you make the most of them."

"That scoundrel is talking nonsense again!"

Silver Horn retorted indignantly, "You can eat people, and you can eat souls too! You're wasting food!"

"you shut up!"

The brass oil lamp and the ghostly figure said in unison, "All you know is eating! Is there nothing else you can do besides eat?"

"Yes, I can guard the gate!"

Silver Horn said, "I can tell from this that it's over 18,000 years old. Apart from Yellow Skin Father and you, you wretched lamp, I've never put anyone else in!"

"Big brother, aren't you right!"

"That's right!"

Golden Horn said angrily, "You have completely disgraced the Son of Di Ting. Go eat your dirt."

After saying that, it said to Chen Huangpi, "Huangpi Dad, I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy, as if something big is about to happen."

Chen Huangpi said, "Jinjiao, stop jinxing us. We're almost at the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. What could possibly happen?"

After going to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and delivering Yi Qingzhou's head and the sword sheath there.

Chen Huangpi did not intend to linger.

His main purpose in coming to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, besides his agreement with Yi Qingzhou, was to see his uncle.

The Five Organs Refining Spirit Method has low requirements.

When the time comes, it will naturally be perfected.

However, the Yin-Yang Harmony Transformation Technique can only be perfected in Gan Yuan and Tang Gu.

Tanggu is now destroyed.

And since his uncle's severed finger was still alive, and through Du Shenwei's words, he spoke of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, Chen Huangpi naturally understood his meaning.

Once you see your uncle, you'll have a way to summon the Six Yang Gods.

After leaving, Chen Huangpi was completely free of any threats and was able to grow up to be eighteen years old before turning back to the Ten Thousand Mountains to see his master.

At that time, the cataclysmic changes in the world will end.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

“Fellow disciple, you haven’t entered the dream to fight the abbot with swords yet today.”

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "You're not trying to slack off, are you? Staying up all night is no good!"

"Huang Er, what are you saying?"

Chen Huangpi shamelessly said, "How can a sword duel be considered slacking off? I call this being relaxed and measured. I'll have another sword duel with Master tomorrow night. I'll just stay up all night. It'll be fine."

It wasn't that he wanted to slack off.

Okay, he really did want to slack off.

The pressure of fighting with his master was too intense. Every day when he woke up, he felt as if he had become a sword, and his mind was a little stiff.

Moreover, one thing led to another along the way.

Even if you want to feel at ease, you can't.

Sudden……

Chen Huangpi paused for a moment.

He is currently in the Six Yin God state, and his mental strength is incredibly powerful.

Therefore, he felt a strange unease.

Just like what Jinjiao just said.

It seems like something big is about to happen.

The brass oil lamp shuddered: "Something's wrong, something's wrong. Look at the gray fog around here, isn't it thicker than before?"

"It's not that it's rich, it's that it's become volatile."

The vengeful spirit took a deep breath and realized that it didn't know when...

The surrounding gray fog was swirling at an extremely fast speed. Although it didn't seem to be aimed at them, there were many terrifying and eerie auras within the gray fog.

There is something sinister in the gray fog and tides.

As the tides converge and become increasingly concentrated, they will begin to erupt.

Those terrifying evils will then emerge from within.

At this moment, the Soul-Reaping Ghost sensed at least eight or nine evil entities transformed from True Immortal-level magical treasures, attempting to emerge from the gray mist tide, as if there were something even more terrifying inside.

goooo...

Chen Huangpi swallowed.

"Brother, there's a ghost behind us."

Inside the pill, little Chenchen sucked on his fingers and timidly said to Chen Huangpi, "Brother, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid! With your brother here, no ghost can hurt you."

Chen Huangpi comforted Xiao Chenchen, but his cousin's words made him even more wary.

As Xiao Chenchen spoke, a faint glow appeared on the strange talisman behind its neck, as if Xiao Chenchen could sense something different.

It's just that it's too young.

Not knowing how to describe it, they called it a ghost.

"Ah Gui, take Xiao Chenchen into the Book of Souls!!!"

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and said, "Golden Horn and Silver Horn, can you go any faster? It looks like something is really about to come out of that gray mist."

"Yellow-skinned dad, this is already the fastest speed."

"okay, I get it."

Chen Huangpi stopped urging Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Instead, he reached out and grabbed the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

Putting aside the unknown entities within the gray fog, just considering the current gray fog tide eruption, who knows how many terrifying evils will emerge from it.

Some of those evil beings are immortals, some are magical treasures comparable to true immortals, and some are true immortals themselves.

One or two dried yellow peels are enough to handle.

But if the numbers increase, he can only flee at the mere sight of them.

"Fortunately, I haven't used that Taixu God's mask since I arrived in Daqian."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "If something really happens, I'll put on that mask and it won't be difficult to fight my way out."

But the words just fell.

A cruel roar then rang out from the gray mist.

The roar echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The surrounding gray fog was violently dispersed at that moment.

One by one, terrifying and malevolent creatures rushed out like madmen, fleeing in panic as if their lives depended on it, heading straight for Chen Huangpi.

And deep within that gray fog.

Chen Huangpi saw a figure.

A figure wearing a straw hat, exuding an aura of misfortune, calamity, and chaos.

The figure clutched a monstrous object shaped like a large seal, bearing a human face. It opened its blood-red maw, its fine, serrated teeth slowly crushing the seal. The seal trembled incessantly, emitting painful howls.

It is close to the Tao...

Chen Huangpi felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The brass oil lamp made everything go dark.

Jinjiao and Yinjiao's legs went weak, and they almost knelt on the ground on the spot.

The figure, with its blood-red, malevolent eyes, stared intently at Chen Huangpi, licking its long, thin, sword-like tongue, and sneered, "You smell like that child!!!" (End of Chapter)