Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

The journey from Xia'an City to Zhongshan takes two and a half days by carriage.

If you travel purely by magic, you might arrive in less than half a day.

But Zhao Ying still chose to hitch a ride.

Although she is a cultivator who enters the Dao through martial arts, her combat power is formidable, but in terms of magical power, she is far inferior to the Qi cultivators of the immortal path.

Moreover, she left with nothing.

In order to escape the great quagmire of Central Continent as soon as possible, she only had this set of clothes on her body and a long spear.

Nothing particularly important, so let's conserve our mana if we can.

The Wenshu Shanhaige caravan is now the most frequent and fastest caravan to Zhongshan in Xia'an City.

Zhao Ying sat cross-legged on top of the middle carriage.

At first, he was quite interested, wandering around in front of the caravan crew, whistling and tripping the fat boss.

But after a whole day of playing around, I couldn't muster any enthusiasm for it.

Zhongshan Mountain stands right in front of us, almost unchanged, and the scenery along the way is also the same unchanging blue sky and white clouds.

"Sigh, I should have brought something from home to relieve my boredom." Zhao Ying propped her chin up with her hand, looking listlessly at Zhongshan Mountain in the distance.

"Shuwen, we've been away from Xia'an City for a day now. We should be out of touch with that female general by now, right?"

Suddenly, a frail voice broke through the noise of the carriages and horses and reached Zhao Ying's ears.

"Mother, let's talk about it when we get to Zhongshan."

"That important figure in the city lord's mansion said it bluntly: that female general is not bound by military regulations outside the military camp; she's a troublemaker who only acts according to her own whims."

"She's going to Zhongshan, and she'll definitely be traveling with our caravan."

Wen Shuyan whispered in his mother's ear, explaining in an extremely low voice.

"It's better to be careful."

"Well...sigh, let's wait until we get to the mountains. I don't know how many days my body can hold out..." Wen's mother sighed.

It's understandable that she disliked the hardship of life in the mountains, but she could endure it.

What truly saddened her was that the father and son did such a significant thing without consulting her.

The family split up just like that, the surname was changed just like that... and even the ancestral graves were moved without her knowledge.

Wen's mother remained silent, sitting quietly. When she thought of her suffering, tears would fall, but she would only wipe them away with a handkerchief.

The document writer paced back and forth anxiously, unable to do anything, and dared not explain himself in the car. His eyes then reddened.

"Damn Zhao Qingyan, you'll be in for it when I get back."

Zhao Ying felt similarly to Wen's mother at this moment; she felt betrayed by her eldest nephew.

What kind of mischievous demon pill?

Could she be?

He jumped off the hood and patted the driver on the shoulder.

"You…" The coachman was startled by the sudden appearance of the person, but having driven for Wen Shuyan for many years, he possessed a strong mental fortitude and reacted quickly, "General Zhao?"

"Mm." Zhao Ying nodded.

"Thank you for giving me a ride. I have something to do and need to get to Zhongshan ahead of time."

"Here's the fare."

After saying that, she put the loose change she had taken from her nephew a few days ago into the driver's hand.

"My lord, my lord, how can we accept your money?" Wen Shuyan heard the commotion and stepped out of the carriage. He saw a tall woman and immediately realized what was going on.

"Just take it, why are you making such a fuss?"

Zhao Ying glared at Wen Shuyan, then turned and tossed her high ponytail into the air, heading straight for Zhongshan.

At full speed, we reached the top of Zhongshan Mountain before the sun had even set.

Following the guidance of fallen leaves and flying birds, Zhao Ying walked straight ahead to the front of a valley.

The birds flew away.

"Where am I...?" Zhao Ying looked around.

The creatures that enter and leave the valley are all ordinary beings. They may have some spirituality, but they cannot be called demons or monsters.

Except for that black crow sleeping on the cliff.

The tall woman stepped forward and stroked the creature she had never seen before in the military camp.

Deer, horses, cattle, and sheep are commonplace; they are eaten almost every day.

But Zhao Ying had never seen a deer with tusks or a horse with ox horns.

"Um?"

"Is this your bedroom?"

"Let me in?"

Suddenly, a voice rang in the woman's mind. Reluctantly, she released the various animals in her hands and walked into the valley.

Entering the valley, a sense of tranquility, like that of the deep sea, washes over you.

It was so quiet that Zhao Ying could hear her own heartbeat, every breath, and even the echo of her blood surging through her veins.

"This unity of mind and body can only be felt when I am immersed in battle..." Zhao Ying walked along, unconsciously revealing her long, dark spear.

Stepping to the rhythm of a mysterious spear technique, the woman swayed her slender waist, and she and the spear spun like a lotus flower.

"Truly handsome." As the spear dance ended, a gigantic eye suddenly opened on the rock face, its voice seemingly emanating from the depths of the earth, gentle yet profound:

"Hello, this shouldn't be our first meeting, right?"

Zhao Ying stood there, panting, feeling a sense of exhilaration.

He stopped firing, shaking off the sweat that streamed down his body.

"Mysterious Serpent God, I have learned a great deal." She cupped her hands, her voice filled with a long-lost respect.

"No need to be so serious. Once you come to Zhongshan, you and I are essentially just living beings between heaven and earth."

"Are you interested in staying in Yongning Continent in the future?" The Serpent God lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Ying.

"Stay in Yongning Prefecture?" Zhao Ying asked for a moment, then quickly replied, "I will stay in Yongning Prefecture until the drought ends."

"But after the drought... I will leave Yongning and go to Yunxi Continent to see those dragons."

"You'll soon be able to see the dragons of the East Sea," the snake god said knowingly, adding another point as she spoke.

I adore you, both as a person and in spirit.

"You like me?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying looked down at herself, unable to understand why the Snake God would say such a thing.

"Since you want to do your part in the future drought in Yongning Prefecture, then go find my son."

"Your son?"

"The Red Serpent God?"

Where is it?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying was filled with interest.

Why was such a powerful demon beast unable to speak or see before ascending the path to divinity?

She also wanted to know which type of dragon this red serpent god belonged to, and whether it was related to the group of dragons in the East Sea.

"In the mountains and waters, on the banks of the Luo River, you can find it by following the guidance of the birds."

"By the way, as long as you don't actively reveal yourself, the candle won't detect your presence."

The snake god spoke with great interest.

"Then..." Zhao Ying put away her spear and changed her words at the last minute, "I understand."

"I had a great time in Zhongshan."

"This can't be called playing around..." Zhao Ying muttered, head down.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

She looked up at the rock wall in front of her; there was no sign of life.

According to her perception, when the snake god closed his eyes, he was indistinguishable from Zhongshan.

"The Heavenly Punishment Mystic Stone Calamity..."

Zhao Ying suddenly remembered what her nephew had said, and with a solemn heart, she bowed respectfully three times to the rock face.