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

Chapter 187 The Holy Maiden Descends the Mountain, People from Tongzhou Arrive
With a "thud," the burlap sack was dropped into the muddy ground of the vegetable garden.

The sack twitched slightly when it hit the ground.

Tianxuan Saintess's gaze swept over the two sacks, each containing a martial artist who had slain a thief.

These were all righteous men who had inadvertently "sacrificed" themselves at the crossroads during this period. They were either the head of a martial arts academy or a veteran of the martial arts world.

Their destiny, filled with gold and jade, is perfect material for composting.

Upon seeing such a fine young apprentice, Tianxuan Saintess showed no joy whatsoever. Instead, her brows furrowed, and her voice was as cold as ice.

"So, you were sent to infiltrate the waterlogged area and support our people in seizing the waterwheel... not only did you fail, but in the end, it allowed Zhao Guangxi to gain a foothold and control the water affairs of Wuqing County?"

The words were filled with a chilling aura, like swirling snowflakes that pierced the very soul.

thump!
thump!
Guan Sheng and Huang Xing were so frightened that their legs went weak and they knelt down on the frozen ground outside the vegetable garden, ignoring the pain in their knees.

The two exchanged a glance, and Huang Xing's voice trembled as he spoke.
"Those people from Shuiwozi are all treacherous and cunning, utterly inhuman! We initially tried to win over Zhao Guanghui, but who knew that this guy only took the benefits and did nothing, making all sorts of excuses; later we also won over Guo Guanfu, and it seemed like he was about to take charge of the wellhead, but who knew..."

"Shut up!"

Tianxuan Saintess's gaze swept coldly over the two of them.
"Failure is failure... But among those who struggled, who soared to great heights and distinguished themselves?"

"We know that, we've found out!"

Guan Sheng quickly kowtowed and replied in rapid succession.

"There are several! One is called Shan Tongtian, who is Shui San'er, a water deliveryman in the Sifangkeng and Chenghuangmiao area. He was originally a second-rate martial artist, but a few days ago, he somehow got lucky and learned a strange technique of splashing ink and making paper. It is clearly a sword or broadsword made of paper. Just write the word 'firm' on it, and it is truly indestructible. He killed several great demons, ate their flesh and drank their blood. In just a few months, he reached the True Meaning Realm!"

"There's another guy called Mo Long A Tai, who's also a fish novice. He's been fishing for decades, and used to catch very few fish, nine out of ten times. But now, I don't know what's gotten into him, he catches fish every time, and without exception, every fish he catches is a treasure. He no longer works as a water cart driver; now he's a VIP at all the major fish markets!"

"In addition, there is Chen Shunan, who fell into a well three months ago. Not only did he survive, but he also showed great potential. He first broke through to the second level, and then he transformed himself, possessing a Chonghe Martial Body. Now he has become the manager of Crouching Tiger Well and is highly valued by Zhao Guangxi... Especially, when Zhao Guanghui was wiped out two days ago, he actually stopped a wounded True Meaning Master and cut off his hands..."

Upon hearing Guan Sheng mention the name 'Chen Shun'an,' Huang Xing glanced at Guan Sheng out of the corner of his eye, without revealing his expression.

Huang Xing has now turned his enemy into a friend and has taken over the daily necessities of Rongyuan Orphanage, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc.

Moreover, Yue Ting had also revealed to Huang Xing his information about Chen Shun'an, the mysterious master who had repeatedly helped the Guolu Society.

If Yue Ting's guess is correct...

Huang Xing was very worried and informed Tianxuan Saintess about the existence of Chen Shunan.

It's ominous rather than auspicious...

He was fierce towards Tianxuan Saintess.

A rebellious and disrespectful thought slowly rose in Huang Xing's mind.

Is Tianxuan Saintess really a match for Chen Shunan?
Even immortals can be defeated by martial artists.

So, what kind of immortal is Tianxuan Saintess?
A sudden, distracting thought arose, disturbing Huang Xing's mind and spirit, causing his face to turn slightly pale.

A moment later, Tianxuan Saintess waved her hand, signaling the two to leave.

Guan Sheng and Huang Xing felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly got up and led their men, who were holding torches, down the mountain path.

The winding torch procession, like a fiery serpent, gradually disappeared into the night.

In this vegetable garden, in front of the simple thatched hut, only the Holy Maiden Tianxuan remained.

Tianxuan Saintess slowly walked to the two burlap sacks, her fingertips twitching slightly.

Two brief, rapid screams rang out.

The soil was turned over, and the seedlings, already half a person tall, greedily sent their roots into the bodies of the two young Taoist boys.

gurgling...

A strange, blood-drinking sucking sound rang out.

The roots of the seedlings continuously draw upon the essence of life, flowing along the veins beneath the soil and converging into the whisk placed on the futon in front of the thatched hut.

On the whisk, white mist instantly transformed, shimmering with rosy light, with a hint of blue light appearing within.

Just like the Jia wood, it is full of vitality, with grass growing and birds flying.

Upon seeing this, Tianxuan Saintess finally showed some joy.

"My earth-born immortal destiny has finally been refined to some extent. Once I return to the Yue Mountain Dao Academy and receive the imperial decree, I can find a place to graze livestock and nurture my artifact with humans..."

"Really? Senior Sister might not be able to return to the Dao Academy."

All that could be heard was the ringing of silver bells, tinkling and jingling.

A woman who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a long oval face and wearing a pair of silver earrings, walked over from the snow-covered mountains with a playful smile.

He wore a blue cloth jacket and blue cloth trousers, with a crescent-shaped pear blossom scroll hanging from his waist, and held several storybooks in his hand.

Judging by his appearance, he seems to be a storyteller who can sing both pear blossom drum ballad and storytelling.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tianxuan Saintess's expression darkened slightly.

"Junior Sister Yu..."

"Hehe~ Senior sister, why are you still holed up here? Do you need my help?"

With youthful energy sparkling in her bright eyes, Junior Sister Yu appeared in front of the thatched hut with a light, bouncy gait.

Her gaze first fell on the bluish-green whisk, a fleeting hint of apprehension flashing across her eyes. She then turned to look at the Heavenly Maiden, tilting her head and smiling.

“Master Chan is a little unhappy. He said that not only did you lose the Azure Gang Match, but you have also not brought back a single ‘immortal seed’ after being down the mountain for so long. If this continues... then he will have to fill his belly with you.”

Tianxuan Saintess was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I also want to complete the mission as soon as possible, but..."

"So, do you want me to help you?" Junior Sister Yu interrupted her, her figure swaying as she sat on the edge of the cliff.

She braced her hands on the rocks behind her, letting her small, delicate legs dangle over the edge of the cliff, swaying gently, occasionally revealing her cute navel and soft belly.

The night was hazy, and clouds and mist swirled beneath the cliffs.

Junior Sister Yu looked down at the foot of the mountain and seemed to see that immovable figure fishing in the cold pool.

Then, she turned around with a smile and said,
"I happen to be missing some material and plot points, so I'll incorporate them into my storytelling. I might as well call it 'A fierce cry is heard deep in the snowy mountains at night, and a celestial being uses magic to slay the Southern Wu on the cliff.'"

"People are divided into North and South, and so are martial arts styles. These Southerners are trying to boss us Capital City folks around! How can this be allowed?" Saying this, Junior Sister Yu glanced at the whisk with a hint of greed in her eyes.
"How is it, Senior Sister..."

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan Saintess hesitated.

It seems that agreeing to help Junior Sister Yu is an extremely difficult thing, and may even come at a huge cost.

After a long silence, she finally said softly,
"can."

"make a deal!"

Junior Sister Yu immediately cheered, revealing a pair of small, white tiger teeth on her face.

……

Baliqiao was one of the important post stations on the route from Tongzhou City to Wuqing County.

rustling...

A gentle breeze blows through the snow-covered landscape.

Three figures arrived silently, paused briefly in front of the tea stall at Baliqiao, and took their seats.

There were three people: an old man, a young man, and a middle-aged man.

The old man, with his white hair and beard, had a kind face. He ladled out four bowls of hot ginger tea and placed them on the table.

The youngest was a chubby-cheeked little girl who held the bowl in both hands, gently blew on it, took a sip, and her almond-shaped eyes immediately narrowed into crescents, her face full of enjoyment.
"Mmm! This ginger tea is so warming!"

The middle-aged man was dressed as a wandering Taoist priest, carrying a pair of swords on his back, a palm hat hanging on his shoulder, and a turtle shell in his hand.

His gaze was gentle, his demeanor docile, and he possessed the refined character of a scholar.

Just as the three had almost finished their ginger tea, a panting figure came chasing after them, leading a horse.

Immediately, it carried a blood-soaked, barely breathing figure.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said,
"Never mind the person who found us... The tea's getting cold, come quick."

Xu Hong walked over, tied the horse to the wooden post, and after a long period of meditation, his blood and qi surging, he entered the teahouse. Looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest, he said helplessly...

"Master Zhang, we've passed Zhangjiazhuang."

"Who said I was going to Zhangjiazhuang?"

"Ah? Old Master Zhang and everyone in the manor are waiting for you outside the estate..."

"Let them keep waiting. I didn't make them wait."

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and looked at the little girl, saying...

"Xiangling, how have you grasped the six cycles of light?"

Zhang Xiangling said with a wrinkled face, "There's still one scene missing; nothing's happening yet."

"Terrible, really terrible," the middle-aged Taoist priest sighed.

Zhang Xiangling was the youngest daughter of the current head of the Zhang family, a prominent family in Tongzhou.

Born with the bones of a feather immortal, he was not yet twenty years old, but he already possessed the strength to slay three thieves and had even viewed five true immortal martial arts manuals.

Even in Tongzhou City, he would be considered exceptionally talented.

However, it seems that he did not meet the approval of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The elderly man with gray hair and beard glanced at the figure carried on the horse, put down his teacup, respectfully bowed, and asked with a puzzled expression,
“Master Zhang, this person should be a bandit from the Guolu Society, named Hong... Hong... He's incredibly audacious, getting involved in the Qianning Kingdom's pilgrimage to the Sage, and he's also being targeted by the Yueshan Taoist Academy. He's in big trouble. Why should we pick him up?”

On horseback, the blood-soaked figure remained silent, continuing to feign death.

Even Master Hong Wu couldn't figure out the identities of the people in front of him.

All I know is that they seem to have come from Tongzhou.

张？
Could it be the Zhang family, a prominent clan in Tongzhou?
That day, the Holy Maiden Xuan brought reinforcements from who-knows-where—a clever and mischievous little girl.

He was clearly only at the level of slaying four thieves, but he had a strange wordless storybook in his hand. When it covered his head, he became dazed and confused, as if his soul was about to fly into the storybook.

They were even more devoid of martial ethics, with the two women joining forces.

Fortunately, Fifth Master Hong also had his trump cards, and only after paying a considerable price was he able to break through the encirclement.

But he was too weak to even faint on the roadside...

It was picked up by the people in front of it.

The others were well aware that Master Hong was faking his death.

But it wasn't exposed.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Zhang Xiangling beside him and said,
"Xiangling, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)