In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

“Yi—” Zibo felt a chill in his heart and quickly straightened up.

Elder Sanjun, why are you appearing before us at this time...?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't the mountain king only come out to accept the offerings when the wine sacrifice is almost over, after the pigs and sheep have been slaughtered and cooked?

Why are you sitting in front of the temple at this time?

However, we cannot back out.

Uncle Zibo trembled as he took a step forward.

Absolutely no refunds.

This is a sacred offering to the mountain god, not a game. It is a reverent worship ceremony performed by the people of Pangxia Village for the mountain god, and it has been held year after year for over a hundred years without a single mistake.

The First Clan

Therefore, mistakes are absolutely unacceptable.

Zibo steeled himself and walked towards the mountain king.

The members of the sake festival team turned around, trembling with fear, but they still left; they had to leave.

The mountain tiger's trembling whiskers calmed down, and it took one last look at Zibo, who was walking at the head of the group, before letting out a low growl that sent chills down one's spine.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Then he stood up, turned around, and walked into the Sangun Temple.

With the mountain king's eyes no longer watching, Zibo and the wine festival team finally calmed down a little and were able to think things through.

The old man, Shan Jun... has indeed encountered some problem.

Zibo roared inwardly.

He also met the mountain king last year. At that time, the mountain king was fat and heavy, and his muscles were like small mountains. Although he looked like a tiger, he had a kind of divine air about him. His fierce face also looked kind and gentle.

And today's mountain king...

For some reason, Zibo felt that the aura emanating from Shanjun was full of resentment.

but--

O Mountain Lord, why do you complain?

With these questions in mind, Zibo led the wine offering team to the top of the mountain and arrived at the Mountain Lord Temple.

The pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese had all fainted.

"We have arrived at the mountain gate—" Uncle Zi shouted in a trembling voice, "Let us all bow to the Mountain Lord to receive blessings—!!!"

The entire sake-offering team knelt down in a flurry.

Rather than kneeling down, it's more accurate to say he collapsed to the ground.

After bowing and kowtowing three times and kowtowing nine times, Uncle Zi continued to shout: "Blood flows to the ground, as an offering!"

"Slaughter the pig—cook the lamb—!!!"

The man at the back of the wine-offering team, holding a knife, drew his own and slashed the neck of the unconscious pig and sheep. Instead of finding a basin, he simply grabbed the animals' heads, letting the blood from their necks flow completely to the ground.

The Tiger King's attendant, carrying a pot and water, quickly finished his work, using the stone pillar in front of the Mountain King Temple to boil water, while the Tiger King's attendant with a knife began skinning the animals.

Peel the skin, put it in a pot, and cook it without any seasoning.

Although it was raining, the firewood that had been carried up seemed completely dry, crackling and burning under the pot.

It was burning with a ghostly fire, yet no one could see it.

The water had turned black, as if it had been boiled.

No one noticed.

The tiger just lay there in the tiger temple, without making a move.

However, the walls of the Sanjun Temple were already covered with black mist.

The doors were wide open, as if it were perfectly safe.

call--

With the mountain's breath, the wind blew, and the whole mountain seemed to sway.

After a while, the meat is cooked.

It wasn't cooked properly; the meat turned black.

Zibo's eyes were now devoid of expression. He beckoned to Hu Junshi to scoop the blackened raw meat out of the pot.

"Enter—Shanjun Temple!!!" This shout was full of energy, as if it were not shouted by an old man, but by a strong middle-aged man.

He had already entered the Sanjun Temple.

"No—" Just then, a roar, like a thunderclap, struck the heads of the Sake Festival team.

But Zibo had already entered the Sanjun Temple.

He glanced back.

In that instant, black energy enveloped him, stripping away all his old skin and flesh, leaving only a skeleton that trembled slightly before collapsing.

As it collapsed, it made a few crisp sounds, and the skull, facing outwards, seemed to be looking out of the temple.

The other Tiger King's attendants were startled awake by the angry shout, and their bodies went limp, about to collapse to the ground.

The last thing they saw before losing consciousness was the mountain god in the Sangun Temple.

The withered mountain tiger seemed to be laughing, mocking and sneering, but no one knew what it was laughing at.

In the blink of an eye, the two young men landed in front of the Mountain God Temple as fast as the wind.

"What a vicious tiger!"

"Be careful! It exudes an extremely strong malevolent aura!"

It was Xiang Yu and Xiang An, the two brothers.

The moment Xiang An called the mountain tiger a "vicious tiger," the mountain tiger's expression seemed to change slightly, as if it were sad, but it quickly changed back and stared at the two brothers.

Xiang Yu kept his eyes fixed on the mountain king, but Xiang An turned around and glanced at the twenty-three tiger king servants lying on the ground.

"This is...my...Tiger Lord's Wine Sacrifice." The mountain lord slowly rose, a human voice escaping his throat, "Who...are you...and why...are you disturbing my ceremony?"

"Hmph, you vicious tiger!" Xiang Yu sneered, pointing his bronze sword forward. "Is your wine offering a man-eating sacrifice?!"

"What's it to you?" The mountain lord leaped down from the altar, saying as he walked, "I've protected this place for over a hundred years. What's wrong with me wanting to taste human flesh?"

"Do you want to lose your position as a mountain lord?!" Xiang Yu asked again in a stern voice.

Xiang An glanced at the large tiger in front of him, then at the unconscious Tiger King Servant at his feet, his anxiety growing.

"Enough talk, brother, let's go!" Xiang An gritted his teeth and rushed forward, as did Xiang Yu.

The mountain lord, however, leaped high into the air on all fours, and then—

boom--!!!

Centered on Nashan Jun, the entire Pangshan Mountain was violently shaken.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An immediately lost their footing and began to sway.

Not only the two brothers, but also a middle-aged man who had sneaked up the mountain path halfway up the mountain was unsteady on his feet.

"Ouch—ah!" He quickly lay down on the ground to avoid being affected by the violent shaking.

but......

The three villages at the foot of Pangshan Mountain were not so lucky.

Boom boom boom——————

Pangshan trembled, accompanied by torrential rain.

The Xiang brothers were so shocked that they coughed up blood and involuntarily retreated.

"This demonic tiger—it's incredibly powerful!" Xiang An clutched his chest, planted his sword on the ground, and glared at the mountain lord.

“He is the mountain god, so his abilities are naturally great.” Xiang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said cautiously, “He has been the mountain god for a hundred years and has long since become one with this mountain, so he can shake it whenever he wants.”

“I see…” Xiang An narrowed his eyes and stood up again. “Then I think this demonic tiger is not a mountain god at all.”

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Chapter 803 Earthquake and Mudslide

"I'm not the mountain god?" The mountain lord stopped, looking at Xiang An with a half-smile, his expression slightly mocking. "Then, kid, what do you think I am?"

"Although I am not very knowledgeable, I know that the mountain god is meant to protect the land and safeguard the people, not to be like you, a demonic tiger, who shakes the mountains and forests and devours the people." Although Xiang An had just been shaken so badly that he spat out blood, he was not seriously injured.

“Moreover…” Xiang An stood up, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The mountain king narrowed his eyes.

“Brother just said, ‘Mountain God, Mountain God, Mountain God is one.’ Since you are a mountain god, you are bound to this mountain. Yet now you have shaken the entire Pang Mountain, and you have already damaged your own vitality before even killing any enemies.” Xiang An pointed his bronze sword and said with a smile, “Is that all? You still have the nerve to call yourself a mountain god?”

"Hmm?" Hearing Xiang An's words, the mountain lord hesitated and subconsciously looked inside himself.

"Retreat!" Xiang An shouted as he saw the mountain lord hesitate. "Avoid its sharp edge first!"

"Hmm!" Xiang Yu had no objection.

The two brothers grabbed a few tiger servants from the ground and fled quickly down the mountain path.

"Huh?" Shan Jun also realized what was happening and roared angrily, "You two bastards!"

but......

A flicker of hesitation crossed Shan Jun's jet-black eyes.

That kid was right; some of the power within me did indeed dissipate after that shock.

I've been the mountain god of Pangshan for over a hundred years, why would I make such a low-level mistake...?

and many more.

Over a hundred years?