A man from the Big Dipper, starting his charlatanship at Mount Tai.

Lin Xiu's expression was subtle. He had considered doing this, but he didn't expect that Master Zhang would bring it up himself.

Could it be that after this experience, the once weak Master Zhang has disappeared, and standing before him... is the bloodthirsty Master Zhang?!

Lin Xiu looked at Ye Fan.

"Ye Zi, after we leave Zishan, you will fight bandits in the vicinity of Zishan. On the one hand, you will accumulate some merit, and on the other hand, you will practice your skills. You should know very well that only real combat can promote the growth of cultivators."

Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest, saying, "Holy Lord, rest assured! Leave this matter to me!"

He was just looking for a place to practice his skills, and the bandits? Perfect timing!

Lin Xiu nodded, then said to Master Zhang:

"Master Zhang, now that you have entered the sect, you should cultivate diligently and familiarize yourself with the power. In the future, we will need you to take charge of Stone Village."

"This is a fragment of a Taoist scripture, which, after being tested by the sages of the past, is the most suitable scripture for aspiring cultivators to begin their practice."

"Master Zhang, you can first let the people in the stone village sense the sea of ​​consciousness. After I return from Purple Mountain, I can guide you on the path of cultivation."

Master Zhang was listening attentively to Lin Xiu's instructions, but when he heard that Lin Xiu wanted to go to Zishan, he looked troubled.

"The Immortal Master intends to enter Purple Mountain? Purple Mountain is treacherous; our ancestors forbade it, for only a Celestial Master of the Source Realm may enter. Though the Immortal Master possesses great supernatural powers, Purple Mountain is also a demonic mountain, having swallowed the lives of countless cultivators..."

Master Zhang really didn't want such a good person as Lin Xiu to be swallowed up by Zishan.

"It's alright, I'm confident." Lin Xiu raised his hand.

Purple Mountain is indeed very dangerous.

But if he brings up Ye Fan, how should Zishan respond?

Master Zhang didn't know why Lin Xiu was so confident, so he could only tell him everything he knew about Zishan, based on the Divine Source Stone Armor passed down from his ancestors.

......

the next day.

Lin Xiu and Ye Fan traversed numerous demonic lands and arrived before a large purple mountain.

This sacred purple mountain is majestic, its entire body a dark purple that gleams with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. Its steep slopes resemble a giant, upside-down sword pointing straight to the sky. The mountain's surface is barren, covered only with jagged, ancient rocks, exuding a desolate and ancient aura.

Purple Mountain.

It is the sacred site of the Great Emperor Wushi.

It is also the place where Zhang Lin, the fifth generation of Yuan Tian Master, fell.

This place contains a wealth of treasures, but it has also devoured countless lives.

Lin Xiu came here, naturally to routinely rescue the God King Jiang Taixu.

"Little Leaf, go! Wealth and glory are right before your eyes!"

Lin Xiu, sword drawn, dispatched his general Ye Tiandi to attack Zishan.

Ye Fan's lips twitched slightly.

"Um, Holy Lord, would you like to come in with me?"

Ye Fan was heartbroken. He thought Lin Xiu would go in with him, but... he ended up going in alone?

Why does he feel that Master Lin treats him like a beast of burden even more than Master Duan?

Even though Master Duan is a scoundrel and keeps things for himself, you still have to go into the tomb with him, right?

"Little Leaf, of course I'll go in with you! Look... what's this?"

With a thought, Lin Xiu's figure slowly materialized behind him, its form, appearance, and aura almost identical to his own. This figure, formed from pure Daoist energy, exuded a pressure that was five or six tenths as strong as Lin Xiu's.

“Purple Mountain is dangerous. If you encounter any crisis, I will do my best to help you escape.”

Ye Fan: "......."

Ye Fan knew, of course, that this was Lin Xiu's Daoist essence, but he also knew that since Lin Xiu had sent out his Daoist essence, he himself would definitely not enter Purple Mountain with him.

"Alright, I get it. After all, I'm a pillar of the Holy Land."

Ye Fan sighed and began to arm himself to the teeth.

He first took out the Divine Source Stone Robe from his Sea of ​​Wheels and put it on. The stone robe shimmered with light, enveloping his body and isolating him from external energy. Then he checked the location of the Divine Spring and the Divine Weapon, and finally carefully hid Lin Xiu's Daoist essence within his Sea of ​​Wheels.

........

Before officially entering Purple Mountain, Ye Fan arrived at the stone wall inscribed with a large number of names.

In an instant, more than thirty surnames came into view. Some of these surnames had been lost for tens of thousands of years in the Eastern Wilderness. The oldest one had a clear date, dating back more than 70,000 years.

"The God King Jiang Taixu mistakenly entered the Demon Mountain and decided to find out what was going on!"

"The rogue cultivator Li Mu left this message while exploring Demon Mountain."

"Yang Yi, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, seeks Zhang Lin, and leaves this message before entering Demon Mountain."

"........"

Ye Fan took several dozen steps, and the lines of characters carved on the stone wall flashed by.

Finally, Ye Fan stopped in front of a piece of writing with shallow and thin marks, clearly lacking in force.

"Zhang Jiye, a descendant of Zhang Lin, the Celestial Master of the Source, left this message before entering the Emperor Mountain."

He was the only one who called this mountain Emperor Mountain; everyone else called it Demon Mountain.

"That's right, it's him!" Ye Fan was certain that this Zhang Jiye was the ancestor of Master Zhang Wu.

"These marks are about a thousand years old. Their cultivation level is indeed not deep. I hope they don't go too far, otherwise it will be difficult to handle."

"Oh, right, since it's a custom, I'll leave my name too~"

Ye Fan was very polite and directly took out the divine metal he had obtained from the tomb of the powerful being.

"The Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan will personally lead the expedition to Purple Mountain today."

A line of large characters was engraved on Purple Mountain, standing alongside the inscriptions carved by other peerless geniuses.

.......

However, the next second, the walls of Zishan Mountain trembled slightly.

The rocks on the mountainside seemed to come alive and began to slowly writhe, like flesh and blood, gradually swallowing up the words Ye Fan had carved.

In just a few breaths, the large characters Ye Fan had carved disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? Where did they go? Are you discriminating against cultivators with lower cultivation levels?!"

Ye Fan was furious.

Hmph~ Zishan won't let him carve words, so he doesn't want to carve them anymore!

He is the Heavenly Emperor, and his signature will definitely be very valuable in the future. How can he leave it everywhere?

Chapter 130 The Behavior a Transmigrator Should Have (First Update)

Seeing this, Lin Xiu shook his head and stepped forward. He first materialized "Mount Tai" and then incorporated the ancient mountain symbol into it. Then, Lin Xiu used the transformed "Mount Tai" on his fingertip and, using his finger as a knife, slowly slashed down at the purple mountain wall.

Where his fingertips passed, purple stone chips silently crumbled away, making a teeth-grinding "crunch." The mountain wall's self-repairing power surged wildly, attempting to smooth out the marks, but was resisted by the divine principles left behind by Lin Xiu.

"The Great Immortal Venerable Lin Xiu, today he will lead the Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan to conquer Purple Mountain."

A line of upright, angular, and distinct regular script characters is deeply imprinted on the mountain wall.

Looking at the large characters carved by Lin Xiu, Ye Fan was completely stunned.

"No, Holy Lord, everyone else's inscriptions have their own style, why are you using regular script?"

The thought that a line of regular script characters had been carved on the ethereal Purple Mountain made Ye Fan almost lose his composure.

"Little Leaf, this is what you don't understand."

Lin Xiu shook his head, feeling that Ye Fan was really not insightful.

“We are Earthlings, but to Beidou, we are time travelers.”

"As a transmigrator, of course I should use my own aesthetic sense to improve the aesthetic sense of the other world?"

"Okay... that seems to make sense?"

After Lin Xiu said that, Ye Fan suddenly felt that regular script was not bad at all.

.........

"Holy Lord, if I encounter any problem that even your Daoist essence cannot solve, you must bring your imperial weapon to save me!"

Before officially entering Zishan, Ye Fan, with tears in his eyes, affectionately reminded Lin Xiu.

"Don't worry, Little Leaf, I'm here, so you can go in peace."

Lin Xiu gave Ye Fan a reassuring look.

He simply couldn't believe that Ye Fan would encounter any mortal danger.

There are many people in the universe who possess imperial weapons, but Emperor Ye is the only one of his kind.

"Hu~~"

Ye Fan took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the entrance of Purple Mountain.

It was a secluded mountain crevice, half-hidden by scattered rocks. If it weren't for Master Zhang's guidance, ordinary people would never have guessed that it was a place where people could enter.

Ye Fan, draped in the Divine Source Stone Robe, disappeared into the mountain crevice.

Inside Purple Mountain, it wasn't pitch black as he had imagined. Instead, it was filled with a hazy purple glow, making it barely possible to see.

The mountain passages are winding and twisting, with walls made of cold, purple rock that are as smooth as a mirror.

Ye Fan proceeded cautiously. Fortunately, the Divine Source Stone Armor isolated most of the external energy, which made him feel somewhat at ease.

He saw many strange sights:

Along the passage, enormous caves sometimes appeared, filled with piles of white bones—human-shaped and the remains of various enormous beasts, their age unknown. In some places, strange, luminous minerals were embedded in the rock walls, emitting a faint glow. He also passed through an area where a viscous black liquid flowed on the ground, emitting a pungent, fishy smell. Under the light of the stone armor, distorted, ghostly faces appeared on the surface of the liquid, silently howling.

Deep within Purple Mountain, he heard faint weeping and whispering sounds, as if they came from the deepest hell, sending chills down his spine. However, what alarmed Ye Fan the most was the "vitality" of Purple Mountain itself.

He witnessed firsthand how a huge crevice, cracked by the aftershocks of a previous battle, slowly moved and closed up on both sides of the rock wall as if it had a life of its own, eventually healing itself perfectly as if it had never been damaged.

The footprints and battle marks left by our predecessors are being slowly but surely absorbed by the mountain itself.

This mountain is like a sleeping behemoth, possessing the ability to self-repair and devour all traces of the outside world.