After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took out a clear mirror, made a hand seal, and the mirror began to blur, unable to reflect anything. But as time passed, the image in the mirror began to become clear.

Zhou Yan's image was revealed in the mirror.

……

Annam Road, Lishan.

Zhou Yan walked barefoot from Daguo County outside Mount Li to the foot of Mount Li.

The Old Mother of Lishan is called the Old Mother of Lishan, but her sacred site is actually at Mount Li.

After killing the Taoist priests of the Imperial Observatory, Zhou Yan went to a nearby town and found a learned scholar to inquire about the local geography. This scholar, who was also fond of teaching, found a map and pointed out the way to Mount Li to Zhou Yan.

The road was quite long. Zhou Yan traveled for ten days and ten nights to get from his hometown in Xifu 3rd Road to Daguo County, and now he had arrived at the foot of Mount Li.

The journey was uneventful.

But the closer Zhou Yan got to Mount Li, the more uneasy he felt.

……

"Is it possible that, Xiao Yan, you only have the favor of Houtu, and Nuwa might not even blame you..."

"When the Plain Cloud Banner appeared, Goddess Nuwa became angry."

……

The words of the Little Yama King still echoed in my ears.

The little snake that Zhou Yan was raising seemed to sense something, and poked its head out from Zhou Yan's collar, staring at a mountain range in front of him.

Zhou Yan stroked the little snake's head and smiled gently.

"Little one, from now on you'll be living here with the Goddess Nuwa. Aren't you happy?"

"Uh-huh……"

The little snake tilted its head and turned, making sounds that were difficult to decipher.

Zhou Yan laughed, mustered his courage, and continued to move forward despite the pressure.

After taking a few steps, Zhou Yan suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Mount Li is not a remote mountain; on the contrary, it has many human-built structures, such as the Old Mother Palace, Lao Jun Hall, Sanyuan Cave, Evening Glow Pavilion, Yuxian Bridge, Juhuo Tower, Mingsheng Palace, and the ruins of Changsheng Hall, all of which are popular places of worship.

Ancient people were so superstitious! There must have been countless pilgrims coming to worship at Mount Li.

But when Zhou Yan arrived at the foot of Mount Li, he didn't see a single person, only a lonely mountain path leading down from a few temples on the mountain.

The entire Lishan area seemed unusually quiet.

Zhou Yan suddenly swallowed, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Zhou Yan felt like he had entered the atmosphere of a horror movie, the kind where the protagonist arrives at a certain sea area/mountain/former cult headquarters, then realizes something is wrong, but because horror movies are all about courting death, he still goes for it even though he senses something is wrong.

Of course, their move to the top was part of the script; they had no choice but to step up, while I...

For a fleeting moment, Zhou Yan hoped he was wrong; that rescuing Bai Suzhen didn't actually require seeking out Nuwa.

He himself did not need to face the goddess Nuwa.

For a fleeting moment, Zhou Yan wanted to transform into his mythical form, adding keywords like body fragrance and smooth hair, but Zhou Yan hadn't even awakened his bloodline yet, let alone his mythical form.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Yan still stepped onto the stone steps leading up Mount Li.

One step, two steps, three steps.

After going up there, Zhou Yan noticed something was wrong. As a large mountain, Lishan should have at least some flying insects and birds, if not tigers and bears.

But when Zhou Yan went up, there was no sound around him.

Birdsong, insect chirping, the rustling of leaves in the wind—nothing at all.

Zhou Yan felt like he had entered a horror movie with the mute button pressed. Even though he couldn't hear anything, he started imagining all sorts of terrifying background music.

Zhou Yan walked up to the hundredth step. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the sweat on Zhou Yan's body was stirred by the wind, making him feel cold all over, so cold that goosebumps rose on his skin.

Zhou Yan instinctively wiped away his sweat. At that moment, he seemed to catch something unusual above his eyes.

Zhou Yan subconsciously raised his gaze and saw a pair of feet. Following the feet upwards, he saw a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), a slender waist, a long, graceful neck, and a beautiful face that Zhou Yan felt could be described with any words of praise.

The owner of these exquisitely beautiful features stood before a temple at the end of the stone steps, head slightly lowered, looking down at Zhou Yan, who was still climbing the mountainside, with icy eyes.

Zhou Yan stopped in his tracks, his forehead beaded with even more cold sweat.

A familiar feeling, so strong that even though he was a completely new Bai Ze, Zhou Yan instantly understood the identity of the woman who was looking down at him.

Nuwa...

The top guru I endorsed back then.

The woman at the end of the steps slightly opened her mouth, and the sound of wind and faint thunder surrounded the entire Lishan Mountain.

"noob……"

Zhou Yan's heart rate instantly spiked to 200 beats per minute.

Nuwa's tone was stern.

"You're not clean anymore!"

Zhou Yan's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down in fright.

"Humph!"

Two thunderous sounds came from behind Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan instinctively turned around.

Behind Zhou Yan, an old man riding a cloud and a middle-aged man flying on a sword came together and flew behind Zhou Yan.

The middle-aged man stopped fifty meters behind Zhou Yan and asked in a condescending tone.

"Boy, is it you who killed my Qingxu, Qingyang?"

Zhou Yan remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"They deserve to die."

The old Taoist priest riding the clouds stroked his white beard and laughed heartily.

"You bastard, who do you think you are, daring to say that the Taoist priests of my Imperial Observatory deserve to die?!"

On the other side, the middle-aged man threw out his sword, which floated in mid-air and transformed into countless sword shadows, completely surrounding half of Mount Li.

Zhou Yan hurriedly turned his head to look at Nuwa at the end of the steps.

Nuwa shifted her gaze from Zhou Yan to the two approaching Taoist priests.

The old Taoist priest saw that Nuwa had an extraordinary appearance and was not an ordinary being, so he spoke up.

"The Winter Official of the Imperial Observatory and the Spring Official are in charge of their work; those who are not involved should step aside!"

The chief celestial master of the Imperial Observatory is the Grand Observatory Director, and below him are the Five Officials, representing spring, summer, autumn, winter, and the center. These two are the Winter Official and the Spring Official, who are high-ranking celestial masters second only to the Emperor in the Imperial Observatory, and also the most outstanding cultivators in the world.

Nuwa stood calmly in front of the temple.

What if they don't allow it?

The middle-aged official pointed his sword, and ten thousand swords descended, blotting out the sky and the sun.

There are only so many top cultivators in the world, and everyone knows each other well, so conflicts are unlikely to occur.

The woman in front of him was a stranger to Chun Guan, and judging from her demeanor, she did not belong to any major Taoist sect, so she was definitely not powerful.

Even if they are powerful, we still have two top-tier cultivators on our side.

Do they even know what a top-tier cultivator in the human realm is?

Young people just need to be taught a lesson.

The official in charge of spring said dismissively.

"We will capture you all alive!"

Chapter Sixteen Pain

Chun Guan Zheng did not intend to kill anyone.

Zhou Yan, this guy who suddenly appeared and killed his own disciple, must have had a reason. And since he was able to kill an inner disciple of the Imperial Observatory, he must have many secrets.

Therefore, the official in charge of the Spring Palace was planning to use his absolute power to capture Zhou Yan and that woman who was so beautiful she was almost inhuman, and who might also have many secrets.

When the time comes, if there are no problems during interrogation, Zhou Yan will be subjected to a severe torture package, and that woman will be sent to the current emperor for dual cultivation; she would certainly be a good vessel for cultivation.

Therefore, ten thousand sword energies descended, seemingly vast and mighty, but their killing intent was not strong. Instead, they aimed to penetrate the various acupoints on the two people below, sealing their true energy flow with their rich sword energy and turning them into mortals.

But the unexpected happened just when Chun Guan was unaware of it.

The myriad sword energies vanished as soon as they approached Zhou Yan and Nuwa, disappearing without a trace.

"Huh?! What?!"

A gasp of surprise came from beside the Spring Official.

Spring Official turned to look at his colleague, and then saw that Winter Official, who was known for his profound self-control and who could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, was staring at his raised hand in front of him with a look of astonishment and fear in his eyes.

There seemed to be something wrong with the hand. The longest finger, the middle finger, was covered with a thick layer of yellowish-brown soil starting from the fingertip. The yellowish-brown soil quickly dried and cracked, and small pieces of yellow mud peeled off the finger.

Just as Chun Guan was wondering what was going on, this top-tier cultivator in the mortal realm felt an itch on his face, and small clumps of mud fell from his face onto his white Daoist robe, staining his chest.

The official bowed his head slightly, then his eyes widened in horror.

He scanned himself with his spiritual senses and found that half of his face had turned into yellow soil, with chunks of mud constantly peeling off.

"Click...click..."

Chun Guanzheng lost sight in one eye; his eye turned to dust and fell to the ground, separating.

"What! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

On the other side, the Winter Official was screaming hysterically. One of his hands and one of his feet had turned into earth and cracked open. During this time, the Winter Official raised his only intact hand and shone all the talismans, spells, and magical artifacts on himself.

Normally, all sorts of wonderful methods that could subdue demons, eliminate evil, and protect one's Dao heart were useless at this moment. No matter how it was operated, the trend of turning into earth remained calm and firmly corroded the two people's bodies that had been cultivated for more than a hundred years without leakage.

What does it matter to you if 4 destroys you?

The two men, both with upright features, were not indecisive. After realizing that their bodies were beyond saving, their spirits immediately flew out of their spiritual platforms, preparing to abandon their physical forms and escape.

However, after the primordial spirit left, the primordial spirit, which should have been weightless, suddenly became several times heavier. The two senses swept themselves with their spiritual senses and were shocked beyond the previous level, causing the two senses to exclaim in surprise and anger.

Uncle: "That's impossible?!"

"Sorcery, sorcery! Where in this world can such sorcery come from?!"

The two spirits that had just emerged from the tribulation of Qi's five senses also underwent the same changes as their physical bodies. Deep yellow soil seeped into a part of their primordial spirits, rapidly turning them into earth and corroding them.

The two senses were trying to fight back desperately, but the primordial spirit turned to earth even faster. Before they could even finish expressing their fear, the last bit of their primordial spirit was completely swallowed up by the earthen-yellow light.

Two round balls of earth fell from the sky and shattered into countless pieces on the ground. Pale yellow dust spread out, covering an area before being blown away by the wind.

Because they weren't far apart, Zhou Yan, who was standing on the stone steps below, could smell the earthy smell of the dust kicked up by the two clods of earth falling and breaking apart.

"noob……"

Nuwa's cold voice came again from above Zhou Yan's head.

Zhou Yan slowly raised his stiff neck, his timid eyes looking at Nuwa standing at the end of the steps.

Oh no, this doesn't count as Nuwa. The woman at the end of the stairs doesn't have Nuwa's snake tail; she has long legs below her waist.

She is the Old Mother of Lishan, an alternate identity of Nuwa, so her appearance is definitely completely different from Nuwa's.

Nuwa slightly raised her chin as her eyes met Zhou Yan's.

"Come on up!"

Zhou Yan's legs suddenly went weak, and his knees trembled uncontrollably.

Nuwa, standing atop the mountain, let out a cold laugh.

"Little White, you're scared now?"

Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his face.

"Mom... no, Goddess Nuwa, Bai Ze is still young..."

Nuwa said coldly.

"Children need to be disciplined when they do something wrong!"