The Rise of the Witch

Xing Yang sat across the table from the old Taoist priest, Su Wenling and Gui Ning sat at another table, and the two remaining boys greeted Yu Xi, each holding a peach, and huddled together whispering.

From the moment he stepped into the Taoist temple, Xing Yang sensed something was amiss.

He is a war shaman, naturally warlike, with a powerful physique. His shamanic spirit focuses only on his inner self and does not seek externally, but this does not mean that he is isolated from heaven and earth.

On the contrary, his spirituality connected him even more closely with the world, like a transparent house. He devoted all his energy to decorating the interior of the house to the extreme, yet he could see everything in the outside world clearly through the transparent walls.

Immortal cultivators, on the other hand, treat the entire world they inhabit as a house and decorate it accordingly.

Therefore, after Xing Yang entered the Taoist temple, he felt as if he were in another world, a world that belonged entirely to the old Taoist priest.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile here is imbued with the true spirit of the old Taoist priest; it is his sacred ground.

"This humble Taoist is Tongxuan. Greetings, fellow Taoist." The old Taoist's eyes were clear and unblemished. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be a vast, primordial chaos, encompassing all things in heaven and earth.

Xing Yang thought for a moment and said, "Xing Yang from Xuan Su Valley."

The old Taoist priest, Tongxuan, clearly knew the name Xuansu Valley. Upon hearing this, he lowered his eyelids and sighed, "Xuan Nu, what a pity!"

Thus, he also learned about part of Xing Yang's background.

In the desolate Kunlun Mountains, this is no secret.

After the death of the Mystic Maiden, the Xuanyuan Clan did not reclaim the Mystic Valley. Instead, news spread that the Witch had appointed someone to oversee the Mystic Valley and await the coming of the next Mystic Maiden.

The person before me is the one the shaman designated.

Many people in Kunlun Mountain wanted to test his methods and see if they could take over Xuansu Valley, but they all kept their guard down.

Unexpectedly, he himself became the one to stick his neck out!

However, since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. The old Taoist priest was of a detached mind and naturally wouldn't complain. Since he had become the one to stick his neck out, he would try out this person's methods.

After exchanging pleasantries, the old Taoist's lips trembled incessantly, yet no sound was uttered.

However, Xing Yang heard a faint sound in his ear. Upon closer listening, the sound turned into a buzzing sound, like the sound of bees fluttering their wings in a field of flowers.

Then the sound changed again, becoming the whistling of the wind, like sitting alone on a towering cliff, with nothing but the howling wind.

The howling wind gradually faded away, and an image appeared in my mind: a sky full of white snow, no wind, nothing but the sound of snow falling silently, a vast expanse of white, nothing else at all.

Watching and listening, the snow slowly stopped, the sun came out, and the snow melted into a small stream, which slowly turned into a great river rushing across the land. With the rushing of the great river, it flowed around the high mountains and roared through the low-lying areas.

The river surged and life began to emerge. Suddenly, thunder roared and shook the sky, bolts of lightning pierced the heavens, and torrential rain poured down. The river swelled and rushed into the sea.

  

This is the second time Xing Yang has heard this sound today.

The *Suwen* also issued a similar warning when guiding spirits.

This is the old Taoist priest using his true spirit to expound his Tao.

While it's called "sound," it's more like a feeling, containing not only sound but also images, and even the changing world within it...

Language has its limits; many things simply cannot be described in words.

But the true spirit is different.

The "preaching" of a great monk is never described through language, but rather directly presented through his true spirit, revealing his own insights one by one.

How much insight and understanding a listener receives depends entirely on themselves.

Xing Yang suddenly realized that Su Wenling must have heard the Xuan Nu preach and comprehended many things, which is why she was chosen as the next Xuan Nu.

As it turns out, Su Wenling did not disappoint this certification. Her cultivation speed was so fast that even Xing Yang was shocked. In such a short time, she had already stepped into the Spirit Induction stage!

You can know a person's face but not their heart. If you judge Su Wenling's future achievements based solely on her ten years of reciting the "Huang Ting Jing" and ten years of experiencing the mortal world, it is too narrow-minded. You must know that people's hearts are fickle and things change with time.

Only spiritual enlightenment can deceive people and the heart.

……

The old Taoist priest gradually stopped his "sermon" and stared intently at Xing Yang.

Xing Yang closed his eyes slightly, the illusion in his mind was still evolving, and finally, a roar burst forth!

The sounds of wind, snow, heavy snow, great rivers, oceans, thunder, and lightning... everything was shattered and vanished in this roar.

This is Xing Yang's "sermon," without flowery words or melodious music, only a roar!

This roar was filled with boundless fighting spirit, the ferocity to tear apart all shackles, and the will to create the world!

The old Taoist priest "heard" Xing Yang's words, trembled slightly, and subconsciously leaned back half a step, his expression immediately becoming much more serious.

He instinctively dodged the other person's attack!

After a while, the two looked up at each other at the same time, and after a moment, they both smiled.

Xing Yang did not comment that the old Taoist's "Tao" was too fancy, nor did the old Taoist comment that Xing Yang's "Tao" was too simple and crude.

There are countless paths in the world, and there is no distinction between the great path and the small path. They are all paths. If you cannot even tolerate the paths of others, then you are truly following a small path!

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from the side.

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw an extremely strange scene.

Yu Xi was holding the boy's horn with one hand and gripping his wrist with the other, pressing the boy firmly to the ground. No matter how much the boy struggled, he could not break free.

Meanwhile, another boy was holding Yu Xi's waist, trying hard to pull her away, his face flushed red, but he couldn't pull her away no matter what he did.

The three children, for some unknown reason, started arguing and actually began fighting right under their noses.

Xing Yang felt somewhat embarrassed.

The old Taoist priest's eye twitched violently again.

Although his two attendants look young, they are genuine dragons!

Dragons are skilled in wind and rain, and are accompanied by thunder and lightning, but their physical strength is undeniable and is renowned throughout the Great Wilderness.

However, these two young dragons, even when working together, were powerless against a human girl who seemed to have not yet cultivated, and were even pinned to the ground...

How could the old Taoist priest not be alarmed?

He had already noticed those double pupils. Could it be that double pupils really indicate the bloodline of an ancient war shaman?

Xing Yang said awkwardly, "Ahem, my apprentice has a bit of a temper... and is a little mischievous..."

The old Taoist priest also said dryly, "My two young disciples are also... somewhat unruly..."

"hehe……"

"Ha ha……"

After laughing, the two quickly got up and went to separate the three children who were entangled together.

Even after the three were pulled apart, they were still glaring angrily at each other.

Xing Yang put on a stern face and pretended to be angry, saying, "Xiao Yu, we're here as guests, how can you hit people?"

Privately, he secretly gave her a thumbs up, winked, and his eyes were full of approval: Not bad, you didn't lose!

Yu Xi chuckled secretly, then lowered her head, feigning grievance.

The old Taoist priest was also reprimanding the two young boys: "You two, why are you bullying a guest who came to our door? Is this how I've always taught you?"

The two boys also lowered their heads, their faces flushed, whether from being scolded or because they, as dragons, had actually lost a contest of strength to a human girl.

This was the old Taoist priest's shrine, so Xing Yang was naturally able to sense his private actions clearly. While he was amazed, he couldn't help but smile.

Knowing that the other party was not petty and did not mind the children's fighting, the old Taoist priest just pretended to scold them a couple of times and that was it.

Su Wenling and Gui Ning were only awakened from their "sermons" at this moment, and looked bewildered at the confrontation in front of them.