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The Eagle Shooting Heroes: East Meets West.

The thick clouds in the sky rolled and surged like an endless tide. When mortals looked up, they could only see golden light flashing. Some exclaimed that the gods had descended to earth and knelt down.

Throughout the Northern Song Dynasty, countless people were amazed by it.

Then, golden light and celestial clouds stretched across ten thousand miles, then suddenly receded, as if nothing had happened.

"The Demon of Heaven, Ximu."

Tan Wenjie looked at the Demon Sealing Drum floating in front of him and felt the power within it, which allowed him to control the weather and create various favorable environments for himself.

All eight demons have returned to their positions, and his Demon Sealing Drum has successfully reached the five-star level. When he transforms into a demon lord, he can simultaneously control the powers of the moon, mountains, wind, thunder, water, fire, earth, and sky. Not only is the consumption of magic power greatly reduced, but his resistance also increases.

In other words, they are hard to kill and are very good at protracted battles.

With his red hair flamboyant and drums floating behind him, he seemed to be a powerful figure.

He floated lightly into the sky, turned his head to look around, and as soon as he raised his hand, a drum flew in front of him. It was the "Mountain" Demon Sealing Drum.

"Boom."

The air vibrated, and the mountains beneath our feet seemed to be awakened by the drumbeats. The mountain ridges, like the back of an earthen dragon, twisted and rose, rapidly changing in the direction indicated by Tan Wenjie.

The magic sealing drums, including those for "Earth," "Wind," and "Void," flew to Tan Wenjie's hand one after another. After he tapped them lightly, the ground changed, then a warm wind swept by, clouds gathered, and a heavy rain began to fall.

"Water" changes the water's flow.

Just then, a doctor who was gathering herbs on the mountain below witnessed this scene.

The changes lasted for several days. Because of the change in terrain, his feet swayed so badly that he could only hold onto a tree to steady himself, waiting for the gods to change the world.

Finally, as the mist filled the air, the herb-gathering doctor stared in astonishment at the previously continuous mountain range that had transformed into a fairyland.

Watching a gust of wind blow through countless trees, causing them to sprout branches and leaves.

"Fairy!"

He knelt down and kowtowed, but a gust of wind swept him away into the distance.

When he finally regained his footing in a daze, he realized that he had arrived outside the mountains, right on the path outside the village where he lived.

"I...I met a deity," he said upon returning to the village.

In the mountains, Tan Wenjie released the shadow puppet soldiers.

"This place is full of spiritual energy and has good feng shui, so it's perfect for planting something."

Since he had already come all this way, although his initial goal was to bring forth the Demon Sealing Drum, he couldn't waste this opportunity.

He happened to have many immortal fruits and spiritual roots, and the common feature of these treasures was that they required years to mature.

Tan Wenjie has never been financially well-off, especially when it comes to spiritual fruits, which aren't even enough for him to enjoy himself. If he wants someone to help him with work, he always has to give them some benefits.

The celestial fruit, which ripens only once every hundred years or so, is just right. It is a good fruit for immortals and a divine treasure for mortals, promoting longevity.

After the transplant was completed and he was certain that there would be no problems, he could use the magic orb's ability to travel through time and space to jump over a hundred years and directly to the harvest time.

This method doesn't work well in places with many gods and is prone to problems, but in the world of East Meets West, there are no such concerns. The pseudo-heavenly court in the sky has long been destroyed by him.

A world with gods, but where everyone has their own laws, is the perfect place to plant trees.

Planting two or three crops a year should be enough.

As for the future, he still needs to acquire some more advanced and rare spiritual roots.

"Ginseng fruit, peaches, jujubes... Hmm, it seems like only jujubes are achievable."

The ginseng fruit was Zhenyuan Daxian's treasure, and Tan Wenjie wasn't sure if he could handle the opponent's hidden magic. As for the peaches of immortality, he could eat a few and that would be fine, but if his spiritual root was really destroyed, he estimated that all the gods in the heavens would come to kill him.

The last remaining fire dates were the treasures of the Old Man of the South Pole. Taking something that belonged to your master for free is not stealing, it's taking.

It is far inferior to the previous two.

The reason he wasn't worried about not being able to take the fruit he grew was because the Divine Demon Sword could be used to forcibly smuggle some local specialties away.

It would take several months for the spiritual energy to condense, so to avoid any problems, he had Little Zombie, Chu Renmei, Black Mountain Demon, and others guard the place.

Once everything is ready, skip the time.

Before that, he had plenty of free time and could wander around.

After the Third Princess became the Queen of the Golden Wheel Kingdom, she did not work hard to govern the country. Because the country was too small, she had to rely on a large country for everything, so she thought it was better to leave things to fate than to work hard.

Fortunately, she was lucky, and Prince Duan would occasionally descend to earth to protect her.

"Is there something wrong with the sky?"

As night deepened, the Third Princess stood by the window, gazing up at the sky, where a bright moon hung in the darkness.

Suddenly she noticed a figure descending from the moon, riding the wind.

"Tan Lang?"

The third princess rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Third Princess," Tan Wenjie nodded gently, "It's been a while since I've seen you. How have you been lately?"

"Good?" The Third Princess looked at him with a hint of reproach, pursed her lips, and asked in a mournful tone, "And you, how are you doing in heaven? Are you having a good time as a deity?"

"It's alright," Tan Wenjie nodded.

Being an immortal means eating immortal wine and romancing fairies—it's incredibly enjoyable. But as a human, one must know how to restrain oneself and never wantonly provoke hatred. That's why he deliberately simplified the story.

Otherwise, what if the Third Princess also wants to become an immortal after hearing this?

It seems like being a god isn't so bad, since you can call the shots in the entire heavens now.

If the Third Princess is barely suitable to go to heaven and become a deity, then the Junior Sister is absolutely not suitable; having her by one's side would surely shorten one's lifespan.

"It's been a long time. Won't you invite me in for a chat?"

"Please." The third princess stepped aside to invite her.

He suddenly smiled again.

A dignified deity actually had to climb through the window into his own room.

Then you see Tan Wenjie leaning against the window with his left hand, easily leaping over and flipping over to come in. Only a Dongguan boy could be as smooth and effortless as him.

The two sat facing each other and chatted.

"Can I become a deity too?" the Third Princess asked in surprise.

She knew how difficult it was for Prince Duan to become an immortal.

Then he asked, "Is he a deity like Lord Duan?"

“His is like a god’s, a real pleasure,” Tan Wenjie said.

"Hmm?" the third princess asked, puzzled.

"That's right, castration."

Even immortals don't have peaches, do they?

"There are no eunuchs, but how could there be no immortals?"

Tan Wenjie shook his head. He felt it was necessary to vindicate the gods. If every god had to be castrated, where did those not-so-romantic fairy tales of falling in love with mortals come from?

"I will teach you how to cultivate to become an immortal. Even if you don't succeed in this life, you will eventually succeed with more experience."

"Does becoming an immortal require taking off your clothes?"

The third princess looked at the hand that had reached into her collar.

"I'll teach you how to cultivate step by step."

Tan Wenjie moved his palm down and pressed it against his dantian. "Like this, then like that, and then like this again."

Soon after, the Third Princess entered a meditative state, her eyes filled with tears, and her diligent and studious legs forcefully held onto Tan Wenjie's right hand.

Tan Wenjie sighed. He had sworn that he would never be tempted by women.

But when he thought that this was his wife's parallel, out-of-control variant, just not yet out of control, and essentially the same person, he felt relieved.

This only shows that he is too devoted to one person, and has absolutely nothing to do with being a womanizer.

No matter how many worlds you live in, you can still fall for the same person; isn't that a kind of deep affection?

early morning.

"Is this how you immortals cultivate?"

“That’s how immortals are,” Tan Wenjie said earnestly. “Cultivate diligently, I’ll be waiting for you in heaven.”

Enlightening someone to become an immortal is not something that can be done with a simple gesture. Either one needs a celestial fruit that can make someone ascend to heaven, or one needs to keep the person close by and provide proper guidance. Unfortunately, Tan Wenjie could not do either of these things.

Forcing the Third Princess to ascend is possible, but Tan Wenjie can now faintly sense the rejection of the will of heaven and earth towards him. If he is too arrogant, he will be beaten up.

Then let's proceed step by step. If we want to protect the Third Princess's cultivation, we can leave her some talismans to enhance her strength.

After leaving the Golden Wheel Kingdom, Tan Wenjie fled to the underworld.

The underworld was indeed a makeshift operation, with not a single proper ghost or deity among them.

Donning the skin of the "Emperor of Fengdu," he spread his five fingers on his right hand and suddenly grabbed at the air.

The yin energy of the entire underworld surged forth, causing the space to tremble and shake.

The ghosts bowed down in submission, trembling with fear.

As if countless ashes were flying in, a piece of paper slowly condensed and took shape in his palm, and then slowly pieced together into a book.

This book is so illusory that it seems it might dissipate at any moment.

“I am already the emperor of the underworld, although it is a local one, I should still be included in the Book of Life and Death.”

The Book of Life and Death has its own absolute controller in every world, but in this ownerless world, the Book of Life and Death that I forcibly condensed was so blurry, which was somewhat disappointing.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy again."

The Cold Marrow Spring, one of the Nine Springs of Shennong, is the projection of the Book of Life and Death.

Taking the soul of the Cold Marrow Spring will definitely make up for my lack of control over the Book of Life and Death.

The Book of Life and Death in front of them flipped through the pages, eventually landing on the Third Princess.

It's too difficult for the third princess to become an immortal in this life, but if she "accidentally" encounters someone who comes to enlighten her in the next life, it will be in line with the natural order.

Tan Wenjie was too lazy to fight against the will of heaven and earth, as it would be a thankless task, so he decided to just follow their rules.

They're all within the system; by operating smoothly, they can avoid as much trouble as possible with each other.

“It’s still a few hundred years away,” Tan Wenjie said knowingly.

He then sought out his junior sister, Huang Yaoshi, the Imperial Preceptor, and others, only to find that while they were of similar age, they were unlikely to be of the same generation, and their records of past and future lives were quite vague.

Although this world lacks a complete Book of Life and Death, Tan Wenjie has no intention of completing it. A patched-up, dilapidated world has no future.

Once everything was ready, Tan Wenjie returned to the mountain where he planted the fairy fruit.

The water mist, carried by the wind and the mountain formations, formed a vortex that lingered overhead for a long time.

The air is extremely humid; just walking around inside will leave your body hair covered in a layer of white mist.

The little zombies and others stood guard quietly.

“I’m going to be gone for a while,” Tan Wenjie said. “During this time, you stay here and don’t let anyone go up the mountain, but don’t take anyone’s life either. If anyone accidentally goes up the mountain, send them down.”

With their strength, if they were truly allowed to roam freely for a hundred years, lording it over others, he would probably only see a living hell when he returned from his time travel.

Then Tan Wenjie left behind a broken furnace and stuffed all the low-level flying swords, magical treasures, and artifacts he had previously obtained into the little zombie.

"During these hundred years, you should focus on refining weapons and not waste your inner fire."

It's difficult for zombies to improve their strength through cultivation, and the little zombie is a descendant of Jiang Chen, with the body of a drought demon. The only way for him to advance in this life is to comprehend "love," but the child is too young and it's too difficult.

After thinking for a moment, Tan Wenjie released the power-generating chickens, rain-generating sheep, and the others.

They could be allowed to reproduce freely, and over the past hundred years, the scale of breeding could have been expanded.

Even if it doesn't work out, a hundred years of cultivation will still yield some results.

They also left behind the shadow puppet soldiers who were able to cultivate themselves and merge with the living soul.

They even kept the train, the three-headed dragon shoes, the cold dragon, and even the water-avoiding beast mount, all of which could cultivate independently.

These were the troops that Tan Wenjie could carry with him, and it was the first time they had been separated for a hundred years, though for Tan Wenjie himself it was only a moment.

Having prepared everything, he raised his hand and gently tapped the Heaven and Earth drums. Suddenly, a round hole opened up in front of him, and he leaped into it, disappearing in an instant.

……

Dense woods, a narrow, winding path.

Suddenly, a circular hole appeared in the space, and a figure emerged from it, staggering forward a few steps before stopping.

The person who emerged was Tan Wenjie, who had just traveled through time.

"Hmm?" He turned his head left and right. "The position seems wrong."

Lacking the unique immortal energy of immortal fruits and spiritual roots, it should have soared to the heavens with spiritual light if nothing unexpected had happened in the past hundred years.

A single immortal fruit or spiritual root is nothing special; it merely gives the impression that there is a spirit in the mountain. But if there are dozens or hundreds of such trees, the situation is quite different; they will surely be shrouded in ethereal mist.

Then there's only one possibility: the place where I landed was too far from the fairy fruit plantation that I had specially created.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from ahead, and a group of women wearing long skirts and silk scarves, carrying swords, rode in.

The first woman saw Tan Wenjie standing by the roadside, raised her whip, and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Tan Wenjie was used to holding grudges and never allowed himself to suffer the slightest loss. Just as he raised his hand to knock the man off his horse, one of them suddenly said, "Senior Sister! You must not harm others."

The woman wielding the whip snorted coldly.

The group brushed past Tan Wenjie, and the woman who had spoken earlier turned to look at him, their eyes meeting.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.

Tan Wenjie watched the other person's figure disappear. If he wasn't mistaken, the person who had spoken earlier bore a slight resemblance to his concubine, Ao Ningshuang, except that the difference in their eyes and eyebrows was too great.

As for a mere veil, it has no effect whatsoever in front of a deity; if he wanted to see, he could see right through the clothes.

"Emei disciples, what a grand display!" a voice came from the side.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw a girl, also wearing a veil and dressed in bright red, walking towards him.

Her wrists and ankles were bound with red cloth, which looked like chains were wrapped inside.

His gaze moved upwards to look at the other person's face, penetrating the red veil.

This looks exactly like a red bean.

“You were just staring blankly at them, and now you’re staring blankly at me.” She took two quick steps to Tan Wenjie and waved her hand. “Hey, are you an idiot?”

Tan Wenjie asked, "Miss, what dynasty is it now?"

"He really is an idiot."

She rolled her eyes at him disdainfully, turned and walked away, but her voice still carried.

"Now the Mongols rule our Han Chinese land." (End of Chapter)