Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 104 Great Demons Should Use Fierce Fire Attacks!
Chen Shunan carried a lantern and walked out.

The alchemy room was brightly lit, with many people and a rich aroma of various elixirs and herbs filling the air.

The young apprentice and doctor on their shift were still exhausted, their eyelids drooping as they hurried into the alchemy room.

It has the feel of a sweatshop from a past life, operating year-round without stopping.

Chen Shunan shook his head at the sight.

When the patrolling guards saw Chen Shunan, they questioned him briefly before letting him leave.

Chen Shunan left the pharmacy and strolled toward the fish market.

When the pharmacy was completely out of sight, Chen Shunan suddenly turned and darted into a small alley.

The lanterns went out, his face was covered with a black cloth, and a glint of light flashed in Chen Shunan's eyes.

The next moment, a dark figure disappeared into the darkness like water entering a vast ocean, heading back towards the direction of Bajiazhuang from which it had come.

He went there because of the big black snake.

This was the first demon that Chen Shunan truly encountered face-to-face.

Chen Shunan had too many doubts in his heart.

The capital region is densely populated, and martial artists from all walks of life emerge in large numbers.

Unless it's a treacherous place like the Western Hills, any mountain or river with even a little grandeur has the mansion or estate of some wealthy family located there.

Where is that big black snake hiding, and where did it come from?

Moreover, the large black snake was quite intelligent and seemed to have the ability to communicate.

Chen Shunan was eager to get more information about the Holy Dynasty from it.

Information about demons, immortals, and gods.

Chen Shunan's strategy of "keeping his ground" involves assessing the situation and acting decisively only when he is absolutely certain of success.

Instead of hiding like a coward, thinking that nothing will happen if they don't show their faces or come forward.

That large black snake was no match for a martial artist who had slain a thief.

After carefully comparing the strengths of both sides, Chen Shunan felt confident that he was 99% certain of victory.

Moreover, what Chen Shunan found most strange was that he also discovered some similar cultivation techniques on the large black snake.

Chen Shunan soon arrived at Bajiazhuang.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the surroundings were pitch black. The occasional bark of a dog or chirp of an insect only added to the desolation.

Chen Shunan used his tiger-head stick to push aside the weeds and branches, and saw a clear snake path leading straight into the mountains.

As Chen Shunan walked along the road, more and more pine and cypress trees gradually appeared on both sides.

Many of the ancient trees that have matured have unique markings on their trunks, with inscriptions such as "So-and-so Baojia is in charge of taking care of them and they must not be felled without permission."

Chen Shunan read in some ancient books that when the Baishan people first entered the pass and established their capital in the capital, they extensively cut down forests to build mausoleums and palaces.

In addition, the people also cut firewood and burned charcoal to sell. Within a hundred years, the hills within dozens of miles around the capital were all empty. Looking around, there were no towering trees left, not even a decent piece of wood to make a coffin.

The imperial court then urgently issued an order to transfer trees from the south to the north, and also revised the Baojia system, requiring every village and household to protect the mountains and plant trees, and prohibiting the indiscriminate felling of trees, which was considered one of the performance evaluations for local officials.

Therefore, even today, deep mountains and dense forests are common throughout the capital region.

Chen Shunan guessed that this was probably why these mountains and forests had become the nests of evil spirits, and even harbored vine spirits, tree monsters, snake immortals, and mountain ghosts.

The large black snake, which clearly needed a lot of blood to survive, was proof of this.

Gradually, Chen Shunan followed the snake path, venturing into the mountains and forests, and arrived at a secluded valley rarely visited by humans.

Then, the snake path abruptly ends, disappearing completely at this point.

"Ok?"

Chen Shunan exclaimed in surprise, his nostrils flaring as the various scents lingering in the air rushed towards him.

Thoughts shifted, cold and rational, eliminating all irrelevant influences.

He stood still, sensed for a moment, and then disappeared from the spot.

A few breaths later, Chen Shunan returned to the spot, his face looking rather grim.

The large black snake seemed to vanish into thin air upon arriving at this place.

In an instant, his presence and aura remained only in this place, leaving no trace anywhere else!
"Could it be some kind of flying earth-moving technique that created a gust of demonic wind and escaped?!"

Chen Shunan suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Suddenly, Chen Shunan noticed a tuft of yellow hair in the grass, stained with blood.

Huangpizi?
Chen Shunan thought of something and a thought struck him.

Squeak!

The mound was leveled, and the coffin lid was lifted.

In front of a grave in a desolate mountain, Chen Shunan stood with his hand on his knife, his gaze cold and sharp as he stared at the seven or eight weasels of various sizes inside the grave.

In the moonlight, the hairy, pointed faces were filled with terror, their black beaks glistening with oil, and it was unknown how many chickens and ducks they had stolen.

Some of the weasels tried to escape, but Chen Shunan beat them back with his stick.

Some weasels knelt down, bowed, and begged for mercy, wagging their tails and pleading for pity.

Some weasels, which seem to have eaten people, have bloodshot eyes and pounce on any living person they smell.

Without saying a word, Chen Shunan chopped them down one by one.

Blood splattered everywhere, and his comrades lay dead on the spot.

The remaining weasels immediately stopped running away, trembling all over, their dark eyes darting around Chen Shunan, almost crying with fear.

This weasel was somewhat cultured; it stole a New Year's picture of the Kitchen God from somewhere, urinated on it, and pasted it on the coffin board. It even lit some incense and kowtowed, just like a human.

This den, built by stealing from someone else's grave, also has several small side chambers, where eating, drinking, and relieving oneself are separate, giving it a somewhat tomb-like feel.

"What a pity, they're just a bunch of ordinary spirits who don't know any magic..."

Seeing this, Chen Shunan sighed.

"No, if there really were sorcery involved, I, Chen, would have run away long ago and wouldn't be lingering here."

Chen Shunan shook his head, grabbed a lame rat with his large hand, and pulled it out of the coffin.

From the moment this lame rat saw Chen Shunan, it kept bowing and kowtowing. Very obedient.

pat!

A plump pheasant landed on the ground.

"Do you know where that big black snake lives? Take me there... This is for you."

Chen Shunan tried to use the simplest words and a calm tone to ask softly.

The lame rat remained silent, glancing at the food at its feet and then at the fierce-looking Chen Shunan.

It was trembling with fear.

So, faced with the choice between fear and eating, he chose to eat because he was afraid.

"A big black snake, the kind that eats your snakes, the really big and long kind..."

Chen Shunan squatted down and gestured.

Finally, the lame rat, its belly bulging and almost spilling out of its throat, seemed to understand Chen Shunan's meaning, and its eyes showed even greater fear.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

Its cries were urgent, like the howls of someone on the verge of death.

The lame mouse lay motionless on the ground.

Chen Shunan remained silent and stabbed it with his knife.

"Lead the way, or die."

In pain, the lame rat stood up and pushed the pheasant, which was still mostly half-eaten, into the coffin, leaving it for its brothers and sisters.

In their panic, they stumbled and crawled through the weeds, making their way in.

Chen Shunan quickly followed, only to see that the lame rat was going further and further astray, not heading towards the mountaintop, but instead heading towards the bottom of the valley.

A mist began to rise, and a layer of sludge formed on the ground.

The sound of a mountain stream could be heard, accompanied by a cold, biting wind.

Chen Shunan caught a faint, familiar fishy stench from the cold wind.

Finally, at the bottom of the ravine, Chen Shunan vaguely saw a cave hidden by vines and branches.

Upon reaching this point, the lame mouse refused to go any further.

Even after Chen Shunan stabbed it a few more times, it lay on the ground, motionless.

A giant snake lies before me, and a wicked man is behind me. I, a mere rat, am doomed.

The lame mouse crawled on its stomach in despair, its eyes brimming with tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

Chen Shunan shook his head, ignored the lame rat, and took a few steps forward.

Until the chicken head pearl in her arms felt warm and moist, and drops of foul water, gradually turning black, seeped out.

Chen Shunan stopped in his tracks.

If nothing unexpected happens, taking another step forward will expose you to a pervasive atmosphere of poisonous miasma.

At the same time, Chen Shunan also sensed a cold, malicious gaze coming from the cave.

The snake demon has discovered Chen Shunan.

Chen Shunan cupped his hands and said, "This true dragon king is greeted by the mortal Chen Shunan."

A restless hissing sound came, and a foul wind blew up vines and withered leaves, scraping against Chen Shunan's face like blades.

Chen Shunan squinted and continued, "I wonder if the True Dragon King is facing any difficulties while cultivating here? Perhaps I can offer my humble assistance."

'Huff...' His breathing was heavy, and his scales rubbed against the rock walls and ground, sending sand and gravel flying.

At the same time, Chen Shunan felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows and his skin tightened, sending a faint ominous sign of danger.

Is it impossible to communicate?

Chen Shunan felt a little regretful.

Let's strike first.

Chen Shunan quickly took out the large and small bags from his body.

A large bag of saltpeter, gunpowder, and mineral powder was packed in bulging cloth bags.

There was also a strange object that was square and covered with various holes that resembled a honeycomb.

This thing can also be considered a firecracker, called "Waterfall Flying Curtain". When it is hit violently, it will burst out of the four holes with flames mixed with debris and sand, with lightning and smoke, and a series of loud bangs, which is very "festive".

Due to the laws of the Holy Dynasty, Chen Shunan could not obtain a matchlock gun or even a divine cannon like the one in Xiao Qingchou's possession.

But there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.

As long as there is money to be made and demand, there are plenty of extraordinary people and methods in the folk, who have come up with many ingenious and eccentric skills.

It's not illegal, but it can be deadly.

Chen Shunan was terrified by the Divine Purple Thunder Cannon in Xiao Qingchou's hands that day. Afterwards, he liked to visit the fireworks bureau and black market in Wuqing County whenever he had free time.

I found quite a few surprises.

It's expensive.

Unfortunately, Chen Shunan also brought a lot of poisonous substances such as arsenic, ten-fragrance muscle-softening powder, and arsenic and five poisons. Judging from the appearance of the big black snake, it should also be a poisonous species.

The simple method of fighting poison with poison is unlikely to work.

The only option is to use fire!

"Go away!"

Chen Shunan didn't approach the cave. With a flick of his wrist, several 'whoosh' sounds were heard as saltpeter, gunpowder, and mineral powder flew precisely into the cave.

The cave suddenly became much quieter.

The snake demon seemed somewhat suspicious, arching its body, lowering its head, and sticking out its tongue to examine these strange things.

Chen Shunan continued his actions, a sinister smile appearing on his face. The waterfall cascaded out and disappeared into the dark cave.

As if it had eyes, a dart struck the waterfall with a clang.

(End of this chapter)