I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Rental housing.

The bottom of the can of cola was steaming cold as Qingyuan lightly tapped the table with his fingertips.

On the screen, a figure stepping into a blacksmith's shop pleased him greatly.

"He's a talented person."

Qingyuan sighed.

With the "female Zhuge Liang" Shu Yan in seclusion, Guanhua Sect also lost a logistics manager who could sit in the rear, with a clear mind and a calm temperament.

Qin Ranqing is good at maintaining the status quo, but lacks ambition.

Chai Wu is a stubborn and inflexible general; expecting him to use his brain is like expecting a sow to fly.

"Ou Yeheng is obsessed with his craft, possesses exceptional skills, and is a promising candidate for scientific research."

The most crucial point is...

Cheap.

It's so cheap, it's like buying a house at grandma's house.

Compared to the 2000 incense sticks required for Xu Sixing and Juexin to transform into [Substitute], this is significantly different.

He only wants 100.

There's a world of difference between untapped potential stocks and already listed high-performing stocks.

"However, even a hundred is a small amount, and the landlord's family doesn't have any surplus grain."

Looking at the remaining incense offerings that had just been completely devoured by the big players in the [Jade Book and Golden Book], Qingyuan felt a headache coming on.

The villagers' disciples simply follow the rituals to worship, which is good because it is a steady and long-term practice, but it is also a model for elderly care.

The current situation is urgent, with wolves lurking all around.

On the large map, red dots tentatively approach the foot of Qinglu Mountain.

The spies of the Blackwater City families, the persistent informants of the Imperial Sword Sect in the west, and even the surrounding small sects that were green with envy.

Everyone wanted to find out how three golden phoenixes had flown out of this chicken coop.

Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and pulled up a document he had written earlier, taking into account the current situation.

A rather audacious, even somewhat wicked, plan took shape in his mind.

【Qinglu Mountain God Festival】.

In name, they express gratitude to heaven and earth and worship the mountain god.

In reality, that bow was to kneel before the [Dongxuan Mingjian Furnace] hidden deep within.

Qinglu Mountain can shield the divine sense from the void, making it a naturally enormous black box.

"Let's hold an unprecedented show right here."

Using the supernatural power of the Celestial Instrument to manifest miracles, those suspicious and paranoid individuals will naturally imagine the rest:

"It turns out this mountain possesses a spirit! No wonder it produced three Foundation Establishment cultivators; it's truly a case of the earth's veins nourishing the land, a place where outstanding people and auspicious spirits converge!"

In this way.

They attributed the reason for the three foundation-building practices to "metaphysics".

Lower the guard of old cunning types like Wen Zhibai—the earth veins can't be taken away, nor can they be stolen.

Who would dare to wage war at the foot of a "holy mountain" that truly manifests miracles?

Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?

The most exquisite part is the awe and shock felt by the crowds of onlookers who witnessed the miracle.

Ultimately, it will be transformed into pure incense, falling into Qingyuan's insatiable pocket.

"Killing three birds with one stone."

He looked at the red dots on the screen that represented spies, which resembled one crop after another of lush green chives.

Shu Yan went into seclusion, and the imperial decree could only be carried out by Chai Wu.

The technique may be crude.

As long as the invitations are sent out, these flies will come on their own, drawn by the scent.

......

Behind Qinglu Mountain, in the Taixu Valley.

"Thump!"

"Awooo—!!"

A massive black shadow, shaped like a cannonball, traced an extremely ungraceful parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily into the invisible barrier.

"Too light! Did you not eat?!"

Chai Wu's upper body was completely naked, and his whole body shone with a lustrous, glassy light.

He twisted his neck, his face full of disdain, looking down at the Iron-Maned Demon King who had just gotten up opposite him.

The pig demon held up a [Mysterious Tortoise Rock Shield].

This was originally a congratulatory gift from Wen Zhibai to Chai Wu.

As a result, Chai Wu didn't even look at it and casually tossed it to his sparring partner.

The reason is simple:

"That's a woman's thing! A real man should face the storm with his chest!"

At first, the Iron-Mane Demon King was overjoyed, thinking that his physical body was not as monstrous as Chai Wu's, but with the help of his magical shield and by going all out, he could at least have a fifty-fifty chance of winning.

Just fifteen minutes later.

The pig demon just wanted to go home.

The humanoid monster opposite them was like a tireless pile driver.

It punched Chai Wu, and the latter didn't need to block; the shockwave from Chai Wu's blood energy alone made its hand bones go numb.

Chai Wu retaliated with a punch...

Even through the magical shield, the pig demon felt his internal organs shift.

Even more terrifying was that Chai Wu's aura increased at an eerie speed after each collision.

The more they fight, the stronger they become; the more wounded they are, the more ruthless they become!

Is this beast really human?

Could it be some ancient evil spirit disguised as a human?

"Again!"

Chai Wu roared and made a move as if to charge.

Ironfur Demon King trembled violently, almost losing his grip on the shield.

At the critical moment.

Chai Wu's movements suddenly froze.

The fervor of "if you can't kill him, then beat him to death" has subsided.

Two breaths later.

"You're getting off easy, you pig."

Chai Wu blurted out something unexpected.

With a single, elusive grab, he lifted the still-dazed pig demon.

The void shattered, and I returned to the mortal world.

Beside the cold pool.

Xu Sixing held a blade of grass in his mouth and was teaching the young monk Juexin how to bait a fish.

"Oh, Master, earthworms don't burrow like that! Even Buddha would shake his head if he saw it..."

"Whoosh!"

A strong wind blew in my face.

The silhouette of the Chaiwu Iron Tower appeared out of thin air.

He casually tossed the pig demon, which had been beaten to a pulp, onto the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

"It's in your hands now, keep a close eye on it."

Before the two could react, he finished speaking.

Chai Wu rushed up into the air in a great hurry and headed straight for the main hall.

Xu Sixing and Juexin looked at each other in bewilderment.

He then looked down at the mountain of flesh on the ground, its face bruised and swollen, and it was groaning incessantly.

"Senior brother... are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Xu Sixing was underestimated.

On the ground, the Iron-Maned Demon King felt as if he had seen his second parents upon seeing Juexin.

"Wow!!"

She lunged forward, grabbed Juexin's leg, and cried so hard that it broke the hearts of all who heard her.

Snot mixed with pig's blood was smeared all over the little monk's clean white robe.

"Master! Buddha! I, Old Pig, can't live anymore!"

"That barbarian is inhuman! He's going to turn this old pig into meatballs!"

Juexin was utterly embarrassed, her hands dangling in the air, unsure whether to push or not.

"Iron Mane Benefactor, let's talk this out. First, wipe your snot...?"

Xu Sixing watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.

Aside from being a bit greedy and ugly, this pig demon didn't have any particularly wicked or disgusting thoughts, making it more real than the group of seemingly respectable disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect.

"Alright, old pig, shut up."

Xu Sixing lightly kicked the pig's rump with his toes:

"Look at you, so pathetic."

The pig demon sobbed and looked up, his face full of grievance.

Xu Sixing's eyes darted around, and he leaned closer, speaking in a mysterious tone:

There's no point in bottling up your anger.

"Judging from my senior brother's demeanor, he must have something important to attend to, and he probably won't be able to take care of us these next few days."

He pointed down the mountain:

"How about we go down the mountain and stroll around the secular town?"

"I've heard that a new braised pork knuckle restaurant has opened in Jiping Town and is considered absolutely amazing, and there's even a storyteller there..."

The Iron-Maned Demon King's pig ears stood up, and his crying stopped abruptly.

Even Juexin, who was standing to one side, had a somewhat unfocused look in his eyes, but he finally hesitated and said:

"Going down the mountain without permission...is that... somewhat against the rules?"

"Rules? The biggest rule of Guanhua Gate is freedom!"

Xu Sixing patted his chest and guaranteed:

"Only one day! Go quickly and return quickly, be back in the mountains before sunset tomorrow, so that even the gods and ghosts will not know."

"Besides, my senior sister once said that I should take care of you all, and I said yes, so I will!"

Two newbies, fresh out of school, were swayed by a few words from a seasoned veteran.

The pig demon drooled and nodded frantically.

Juexin no longer persisted, and could only lower his head and utter a single Buddhist chant.

"but......"

Xu Sixing stroked his chin, scrutinizing the strange combination of a monk, a layman, and a demon:

"This is too flashy; we need to change our approach."

"Monks are easy to deal with; they just need to wear a straw hat."

His gaze finally settled on the Iron-Maned Demon King, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It depends on you."

"His appearance is too unkempt; if he doesn't tidy himself up, he'll easily frighten ordinary people when he comes down the mountain."

The pig demon clutched his chest warily: "What...what do you intend to do? I'm a legitimate demon!"

"Don't worry, I've got your back."

Xu Sixing reached into his pocket and pulled out bottles and jars, chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the pig demon step by step:

"Don't move. If the knife cuts off-center, you won't become a handsome scholar, but an old woman instead. Don't blame me then."

"No! Don't! Don't come any closer!!"

"They're slaughtering a pig!!"

"Aww!!!"

In the woods behind the mountain, a heart-wrenching howl startled countless birds, shattering the rare tranquility of the afternoon.