Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"Don't worry about that Dao Lord outside. Once we're inside, he won't be able to find us."

"Fox Mountain God, what have you been through all these years?"

The vengeful spirit couldn't help but ask softly, "You've changed so much. If it weren't for the fact that you still speak in the same tone, I almost wouldn't have recognized you."

The Fox Mountain God has been offline for too long.

After so long, when they met again, the Ghost of Death felt a sense of loss, as if things had changed.

The Fox Mountain God sighed and said helplessly, "Back when we entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, you guys were close by, but I was swept up by the gray fog and arrived here a year early."

"This godforsaken place is no place for a human to live."

"They're one way during the day and another way at night. If it weren't for my master, that old charlatan, saving you, you'd probably be eating at a feast by now."

It experienced many dangerous things back then.

At least for the Fox Mountain God, whose cultivation was the weakest at the time, any evil spirit in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty could have taken its life.

"Oh right, my master is the leader of the Bailingtian cult."

"He's the one who sent me to pick you up in the gray fog."

When the cult leader of Bailingtian, who was also the master of the Fox Mountain God, was mentioned, his tone was very strange. Not only was there little respect, but there was also a kind of sorrow that it was shameful to talk about but even more shameful not to talk about it.

Little Chenchen asked timidly, "Brother Ghost, is it Brother Fox?"

All along, its older brothers had repeatedly mentioned the fox mountain god to it.

I never expected to actually see it.

And it doesn't even look human.

The fox mountain god chuckled and said, "Yes, I am your fox brother, but I am used to being poor and don't have any presents to give you. Just put it on Chen Huangpi's tab."

Little Chenchen, oblivious to worldly affairs, only felt that she had received a gift.

The other brothers had never mentioned such a thing, which made them even happier with the fox mountain god.

"arrive."

The fox mountain god led the vengeful ghost through the shadows that resembled rolling mountains, and then everything around them changed drastically.

This is an incredibly wondrous world.

However, it is not the Dao Fruit World, but the Daoist temple of Bai Lingtian.

Among the three religions, the Tai Sui Sect is essentially a sword formation, while the Jie Tian Sect retreats to one of them, not belonging to the Five Elements, existing between illusion and reality. Only the Bai Ling Tian Sect is mysterious and enigmatic; one cannot understand it without personally visiting it.

now.

The eyes of the vengeful spirit were then filled with countless spiritual lights.

Those glimmers of light seemed to have a life of their own, breathing in and out, curiously circling around the vengeful ghost.

If it were Chen Huangpi, he would probably have reached out and touched it by now.

The vengeful spirit dared not act recklessly, but instead looked at the fox mountain god.

“Everything has a spirit.”

The fox mountain god said with a headache, "What you see is what you call spirit. A stone, a blade of grass, or even a passage in a book. My master, that old charlatan, believes in the existence of spirits."

"Does the spirit truly exist?"

“I didn’t believe it before, but after he crushed a small space in front of me and extracted the spirit from it, I believed it because he said I also have a spirit.”

"Is it a small world created by a cultivator?"

"No, it refers to the natural worlds that exist within the Xuanzhen Dao Realm."

"hiss……"

The vengeful ghost gasped in shock.

If it's a grotto-heaven world created by cultivators, then it's really nothing special; it's normal for it to have some spirituality.

How could a spirit exist in a naturally formed microcosm within the Xuanzhen Dao Realm?

The only true spirit can be the Way of Heaven.

So how did the leader of the Bailingtian Cult come up with the so-called spirit?

Also, what's the story behind the fox mountain god having a spirit?

Does his use of the word "spirit" refer to the intelligence, soul, or spirituality of the fox spirit?
Could it be that none of them are...?

"Fox Mountain God, you must have suffered a lot over the years."

The Soul-Reaper was heartbroken. This leader of the Worshiping Spirit Heaven was not among the three people mentioned by the Abbot. Judging from the snippets of information heard from many powerful figures, this being was mysterious and unpredictable.

He's a charlatan that no one dares to get too involved with.

The fox mountain god shook his head and said, "I didn't suffer much, but my master, that old charlatan..."

As it spoke, it pointed to its head: "Although there's a problem here, I've spent a lot of time with Chen Huangpi, so I can keep up with this kind of person's thought process."

"The only thing that struck me as odd was that he acted like a dog seeing shit whenever he saw me, insisting that I become the next leader of the Holy Spirit Heaven and that I would be able to fulfill his ideals in the future."

"What philosophy?"

"We pray to heaven and invoke the spirits..."

"He's pretty good at judging you."

These words left the vengeful spirit speechless. Although the fox mountain god was not very powerful, it did have one unique advantage: it had been taken care of by the abbot.

Moreover, it was a defective product from the first generation of Golden Sky Lanterns that failed to be consecrated.

Later, it transformed from a clay and wood sculpture of a deity into a flesh-and-blood being. Its extraordinary nature is different from that of Chenhuangpi; it is the kind of extraordinary nature that any discerning person can recognize at a glance.

In addition, there's the relationship between the Fox Mountain God and Chen Huangpi.

If it's about praying to heaven and invoking spirits, then that's a matter for one's own brothers.

The cataclysmic changes in the world will eventually end.

When the Yellow Heaven descended to earth, the Fox Mountain God, as the next leader of the Worshiping Spirit Heaven, summoned the power of heaven and earth to bless himself, so there was no need for worship.

We're all brothers, what's there to bow to?

It's just a matter of saying hello.

Thinking of this, the Soul-Reaping Ghost suddenly patted the Fox Mountain God on the shoulder: "Fox Mountain God, you wouldn't...

It wanted to know whether the Fox Mountain God had revealed the secret of Chenhuangpi.

Huang Tian's identity is something that must never be revealed, even if it means death.

The fox mountain god shook his head: "I will say what I should say, and I haven't said a word about what I shouldn't say. Don't think that just because I'm being groomed to be the next leader, I can't go back to the Ten Thousand Mountains to serve tea and water to the abbot."

That kind of life was leisurely and easy.

Unlike the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, where everything is a tangled mess that gives people a headache just thinking about it.

The vengeful ghost was finally relieved.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. If the leader of the Bailingtian cult knew that Chen Huangpi was Huangtian.

It's likely that they took more than just the Fox Mountain God with them back then.

Ultimately, the underlying concept is that Heaven has a spirit.

We definitely need to pack the dried tangerine peel along with it.

At this moment, after passing through the spiritual sea composed of the spirits of all things, the Soul-Reaping Ghost and the Fox Mountain God arrived at a huge plaza made of white jade.

Each piece of white jade was cut neatly and had a strange symbolic character on it.

In the very center was a huge incense burner-like object.

The incense burner was filled with wisps of smoke.

An incredibly imposing figure stood with one hand behind his back, gazing into the distance amidst the rising smoke.

A dilapidated brass oil lamp floats nearby.

"Huang Er!!!"

The vengeful spirit stared intently at the brass oil lamp, its emotions running high.

However, the brass oil lamp remained motionless, as if it were dead.

Its lamp body has an exaggerated fist-shaped dent.

Chen Daoxing's punch damaged its core.

After all, the brass oil lamp was completely out of oil at that time.

How could one withstand a punch from Chen Daoxing and remain unharmed?

"It'll be fine, it just needs a little time to recover."

The voice of the leader of the Bailing Heaven Cult echoed faintly.

He turned around and his gaze lingered on the vengeful spirit.

He was glanced at by the leader of the Bailingtian Cult.

The ghost felt extremely uncomfortable, as if it could see right through it, inside and out.

"This junior pays respects to the Master."

The Soul-Reaper was about to bow in greeting when the leader of the Spirit Worship Cult raised his hand to stop him. A force suddenly arose, preventing the Soul-Reaper from bowing down no matter what he did.

“You are imbued with a spirit, so there is no need for you to bow to me.”

The leader of the Bailingtian Cult started with a cryptic statement.

The ghost was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "May I ask, Master, is the spirit on my body left behind by Chen Daoxing?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect said calmly, "But don't worry too much. Since the spirit on your body is unwilling to show itself, it means that the time is not yet right. When the time comes, the secrets of heaven will be revealed."

After saying that, the leader of the Bailing Heaven Cult lingered on Xiao Chenchen for a moment.

"Little maid of the Chen royal family, do you still remember me?"

"I don't remember you, you're scary."

"That's what makes it scary."

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect said smugly, "If I couldn't scare people, how come no one has dared to cause me trouble for over ten thousand years? It's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that Nie Qingcang didn't understand the art of putting on airs. He was just too stubborn. Otherwise, how could he have perished at this time?"

Nie Qingcang...

The vengeful spirit finally learned the old madman's full name.

This made it somewhat resentful: "It's not that Nie Jianwang doesn't know how to put on airs, he just doesn't want to play it safe. He has his own pursuits."

"Time flies, but if he had died a little later, what he sought would have been easier to obtain."

The leader of the Bailingtian Cult sighed and said nothing more.

This cult leader was eccentric, but he was not arrogant at all. He didn't seem like someone who was close to the Dao, but rather like an ordinary mortal.

The leader of the Bailingtian cult and the old madman had known each other for a long time.

He also gave the old madman a fragment of a flying immortal painting.

He could accept the death of the old madman. Since ancient times, no one has escaped death. Heaven will grow old and the earth will age. Even the Way of Heaven will die at the end of an era, let alone the more insignificant human being.

The leader of the Bailingtian Cult is very open-minded.

However, just as He said, if we wait until the day the upheaval in the heavens and earth ends, the situation will definitely be more advantageous.

The old madman's sword strike was incredibly powerful.

It is true that they can fight a Dao Lord to the death at the last moment.

However, the leader of the Bailing Heaven Cult also knew that sometimes it was just a matter of pushing forward with one's own will. The right time, the right place, and the right people were all indispensable. If any one of these conditions were different, the result might be completely different.

The only pity is that.

The old madman left his peak for now, not for the day the cataclysmic change ended.

The leader of the Bailingtian Cult remained silent.

The vengeful spirit didn't know how to start speaking for a moment.

Many thoughts were swirling in its mind, and there were many things it wanted to know, but right now, the most important thing was the dried yellow peel.

Fortunately.

There's someone from our own family here.

The fox mountain god knew the deadly ghost all too well.

These four things are usually inseparable. Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp are inseparable. The brass oil lamp doesn't like to stay in the Soul-Hooking Book. It usually hangs on Chen Huangpi's waistband.

The fox mountain god is different.

It's afraid of death and trouble, so it likes to stay in the Book of Souls and chat with the ghosts that seek to take its life.

Therefore, the vengeful spirit hardly needs to say a word.

The fox mountain god knew what it was thinking and quickly said, "Master, stop talking nonsense. It's giving me a headache. If you don't come to its rescue soon, Chen Huangpi will be really doomed."

"What's the rush?"

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect shook his head and said, "If I were to take action, it would be to make a decisive move. Otherwise, things might not go as planned, and I might not be able to save that disciple."

The life of Chen Huangpi is certainly important.

But He had more important things to do.

Only after ensuring that matter is resolved can He take care of Chen Huangpi.

The Fox Mountain God was furious: "You old charlatan, you're getting all worked up just because I called you master! You old bastard, if you keep dragging this out, Chen Huangpi will be beaten to death by Chen Daoxing! Hurry up and make your move!"

"Fox Mountain God, you..."

The vengeful ghost was stunned.

What's going on with the Fox Mountain God?
Why do they start swearing at you so easily?

That's the leader of the Bailingtian sect, a veteran who's practically on the Dao. Even if you're master and disciple, you shouldn't speak so excessively, right?
However, the leader of the Bailingtian Cult was not angry at all.

"Don't think that just because you're the current leader of the Bailing World Cult, you can come here and bare your teeth at your master."

"You little bastard, if you're so capable, go and do it yourself."

"If you get beaten to death outside, remember to mention your master's name. That way, they might even leave you a whole corpse."

It's unclear whether the leader of the Bailing Heaven Cult is truly as the Fox Mountain God described, having lost his mind and becoming completely devoid of the demeanor of a powerful figure.

Not only did he speak in a sarcastic or unsettling way.

Moreover, they don't care about seniority or hierarchy at all.

He and the fox mountain god didn't seem like master and disciple; he would curse at anyone he wanted to.

The fox mountain god then began to curse: "You old bastard, you've lost your mind! All you ever think about is protecting yourself and minding your own business."

"You just don't know the saying: what you fear most is what comes to pass."

"You'll get beaten to death sooner or later. When you die, don't mention my name, or I'll have to find a way to collect your body."

"Fox Mountain God, it can't be that bad, it really can't be that bad."

The ghost was about to grab the fox mountain god, but the fox mountain god quickly whispered, "Ghost, don't stop me. You don't understand. My master really has something wrong with his head."

“If you let me scold him for a little longer, he’ll immediately become a completely different person.”

Hear this.

The vengeful spirit was completely bewildered and had no choice but to let the fox mountain god do as it pleased.

Immediately afterwards, it witnessed a scene that would make people think it was crazy if they told others.

The leader of the Bailingtian Cult has stepped down.

They cursed each other at the fox mountain god.

Both sides used various cunning angles to slander and humiliate each other.

But as they continued to curse...

The expression of the leader of the Bailingtian Cult gradually changed from the excitement of arguing to becoming colder and colder.

"It's almost done."

"What's almost done?"

The vengeful spirit was completely baffled.

The Fox Mountain God didn't explain, but after once again cursing the ancestors of the Bailing Heaven Sect Master for eighteen generations, the figure of this being suddenly twisted.

In that instant.

The Soul-Reaping Ghost seemed to see terrifying figures emerging from the endless blue smoke within the enormous incense burner beneath the Spirit Worship Heaven Cult Leader, each figure bearing a symbol at its core.

Those figures instantly overlapped with the leader of the Bailingtian Cult.

The fox mountain god immediately bowed deeply, saying, "Disciple greets Master!!!!!"

"Well, get up."

The eyes of the Lord of the Spiritual Heaven were filled with endless spiritual light, and his entire demeanor was completely different from before.

Previously, he was extremely reserved.

Now, however, their brilliance is fully revealed.

There was an indescribable sense of oppression.

The fox mountain god cried out in despair, "Master, Chen Huangpi is about to be killed by Chen Daoxing, and another Dao Lord has also descended. He is going to lure out the Golden Sky Lantern. We're all doomed now!"

"We need to find a way to protect ourselves!"

"You bastard, what are you saying?"

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect was furious: "Didn't I teach you the principle that heaven and earth have spirits and that things will turn around when they reach their extremes? How can you protect yourself at a time like this?"

"Then, what should we do?"

"If you should commit acts of killing and cause great calamity, then you should immediately turn back and go in the opposite direction if one path is blocked!"

"Be bold, be ruthless! Come on, I'll take you to pick the peaches! Let's steal that golden-topped sky lantern first!" (End of Chapter)