Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Qin Quan understood everything perfectly.

To break through to the Golden Core Realm, one must pass through three Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulations.

In the mundane world, with its diverse crowds and chaotic atmosphere, not only are risks increased, but innocent people may also be harmed.

The best way is either to go deep into the mountains and forests, or to Ziyun Mountain.

With the Master and three senior sisters protecting him, the success rate of overcoming the tribulation will be greatly increased.

Qin Quan isn't stupid; of course he wants to go back to Ziyun Mountain.

"It's getting late, everyone should go back to their rooms and rest."

After a satisfying meal and with everything arranged, Su Qingyan got up to return to her room.

Qin Quan immediately stepped forward and said:

"Master, the Yin energy is extremely strong tonight. I need to cure Song Hongyan's Nine Yin Meridians. I will have to trouble you to take care of Wanrou's safety."

"no problem."

Su Qingyan nodded in agreement.

After Qin Quan had settled his master, three senior sisters, and Lin Wanrou in, he was satisfied.

Only then did they take Song Hongyan with them and drive overnight to Baiyun Temple on the outskirts of the city.

Last time, during the Ghost Festival, evil spirits attacked, and the situation was stabilized only because the temple master Zhang Qingshun arranged a defensive formation.

Although the yin energy tonight is not as strong as it was during the Ghost Festival, curing the Nine Yin Meridians is still fraught with danger.

Although Baiyun Temple is dilapidated, it is blessed by Taoist magic and is the best choice.

Squeak!

The dilapidated gate of the Taoist temple slowly opened.

Zhang Qingshun, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe and holding a peach wood sword, is performing a ritual.

"Old Taoist priest, what's going on?"

"Oh, Mr. Qin has arrived."

Zhang Qingshun was overjoyed and quickly went forward to greet him.

"I observed the stars last night and predicted that you would come tonight, so I made some arrangements in advance. You can focus on treating President Song."

Qin Quan's gaze swept across the formation, and he immediately judged its value.

"Using the Five Thunder Seal and the Money Sword as the array's core, you've brought out your most treasured secrets."

"Hehe! It's nothing, nothing at all."

Zhang Qingshun chuckled. Since Qin Quan recognized its value, there was no need for him to waste words explaining further.

He quickly fetched clean, soft cushions and bedding, laid them out neatly in the center of the formation, and said in a humble tone:

"President Song, lying here will allow you to better absorb the moonlight."

"Thank you for your trouble, Taoist priest."

Song Hongyan raised her hand and took out two cards that she had prepared in advance.

One was a Dingsheng Group Supreme Consumption Card, and the other was her private bank card, which were handed to Zhang Qingshun together.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation; please don't refuse, Daoist Master."

Zhang Qingshun did not accept it, but instead turned to look at Qin Quan beside him.

"Please accept this; don't let President Song's kindness go to waste."

Qin Quan spoke calmly, saying that since Song Hongyan had prepared in advance, it meant she genuinely wanted to give it to her, and refusing would seem too distant.

"Then the old Taoist priest will respectfully comply."

Zhang Qingshun stopped making excuses and deftly stuffed the two cards into his pocket.

Regardless of the amount on the bank card, the Supreme Card from Dingsheng Group offers free services across the entire region, which is equivalent to Song Hongyan covering all his needs for the rest of his life. This gift is quite generous.

A moment later, the clock struck midnight.

Song Hongyan's body trembled, and a thin layer of ice visibly formed on her fair skin.

The cold air spread wildly outwards along the skin, and the Nine Yin Meridians erupted completely, sweeping across the entire Baiyun Temple.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the mattress."

Qin Quan spoke in a calm voice and immediately gave the order.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Song Hongyan deftly removed her outer garment, revealing her frosty body.

Although it seemed serious, the resentment and malevolence within the body had significantly lessened compared to the night of the Ghost Festival.

Qin Quan turned to look at Zhang Qingshun and said in a deep voice:

"Guard the perimeter and don't let anything disturb me."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, this old Taoist priest will guard this gate with his life."

From the moment Song Hongyan removed her outer garment, Zhang Qingshun stepped out of the altar, stood with his back to her, held his peach wood sword horizontally in front of him, and fixed his gaze on the Taoist temple gate with iron eyes.

The evening breeze suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to freeze.

Even the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind disappeared completely.

The cool moonlight stretched a long, hunched figure as he slowly stepped over the threshold and entered the courtyard.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a weasel that walked upright, wearing a withered old straw hat, its hind feet firmly planted on the ground, its front paws clasped together in a gesture of respect, and its pupils glowing with a ghostly green light.

Its demonic aura was concealed, yet it spoke in human language.

"Master, I have cultivated myself in the mountains for a hundred years, breathing in the moonlight, avoiding heavenly tribulations and human calamities, seeking only a place in the mortal world to be granted a title. Do you think I resemble a human or a god?"

The weasel's voice was high-pitched and hoarse, and its eyes were full of expectation.

Zhang Qingshun replied calmly:

"I see you as neither man nor god."

The weasel's clasped front paws froze in mid-air, its demonic aura suddenly halted, its dream of becoming an immortal shattered, its green eyes widened in disbelief, and it stood there dumbfounded, completely unable to believe that the old Taoist priest in front of it would give such an answer.

Having spent half his life cultivating, Zhang Qingshun was accustomed to seeing spirits and monsters in the mountains and fields, and was completely unaffected by demonic energy. Before the weasel could recover, he added:

"I think you're just a big rat that steals grain and sneaks into its burrow."

boom!

A single sentence pierced through the inner demons of spiritual practice!

The weasel's entire body was covered in yellow hairs standing on end, and its body trembled violently, as if it had suffered a backlash from the Daoist magic, causing its centuries of cultivation to collapse in an instant.

"You're talking nonsense! I've cultivated diligently for a hundred years, refined my form, and transcended tribulations. How could I be a lowly rat?"

"Small in size, with dull yellow fur, nocturnal, and a life of stealing—what else could it be but a rat?"

Zhang Qingshun was eloquent and pressed on relentlessly.

The weasel's cheeks bulged, its heart filled with resentment, and a surge of demonic energy blocked its chest, leaving it unable to move forward or backward.

It bared its sharp teeth, its green eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You old fool, you've ruined my path to immortality and severed my cultivation! I'll kill you!"

"You mere mountain demons, you dare to challenge me?"

Zhang Qingshun gripped his sword and sneered.

"Am I not worthy?"

Huang Pizi's gaze passed over Zhang Qingshun's figure and landed on Song Hongyan in the courtyard.

The pure Yin energy spread wildly, and the weasel's eyes lit up as if it had seen a delicacy.

It cackled eerily:

"Truly, Heaven is helping me! As long as I absorb this pure Yin energy, I can become a god through the righteous path without needing any mortal patronage!"

"You beast, how dare you!"

Zhang Qingshun's heart sank. He suddenly charged out with his peach wood sword, the sharp sword wind aimed straight at the weasel's head.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch the yellow-haired man's body, the yellow weasel suddenly contracted its abdomen to gather strength, and a thick, yellowish, foul-smelling gas burst out.

Like a turbulent shockwave, it was extremely powerful, sending Zhang Qingshun flying five meters away and crashing heavily against the courtyard wall.

"Cough cough cough!"

Zhang Qingshun leaned against the wall to get down, the stench so intense it hit the top of his head, and his stomach churned violently, the stench unbearable.

"Rumor has it that weasels' farts have an unbearable stench; seeing it today, it truly lives up to the reputation!"

Before he could get up and catch his breath, the earth suddenly trembled.

Rumble!

The mountains and fields trembled, the sound echoing in all directions!

Countless red-eyed venomous snakes, wild rats, and strange beasts of the mountains and forests rioted in the grass, trees, burrows, and crevices of rocks.

As if commanded by the demonic aura of the weasel, they surged wildly toward this place in dense swarms.

In no time, the entire Baiyun Temple was surrounded by a crowd.

Zhang Qingshun turned to look at Qin Quan, who was concentrating on treating Song Hongyan in the courtyard. He gritted his teeth and stood directly in front of the door.

He gripped the peach wood sword tightly, activated his magic, and roared fiercely.

"You beast, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qingshun, sword in hand, boldly leaped into the surging tide of beasts.

Swords flashed, and they held the mountain gate to the death.