Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the sky grows slightly dark.

A lush hawthorn tree, laden with bright red fruit, stretched out its branches and leaves. A light drizzle fell, making a rustling sound that lulled people to sleep.

The brass oil lamp illuminates all directions.

Chen Huangpi was completely bewildered and couldn't figure it out.

In his hand, he held a newly sprouted sapling.

The seedling was transformed from the fruit that Wang Mingdao almost ate when he was bewitched.

However, the sapling is now lifeless.

Because subtrees attract popularity.

Upon discovering the brass oil lamp, they simply uprooted it.

Chen Huangpi asked curiously, "The saplings absorb human energy, so why doesn't the mother tree?"

Once the mother tree was planted, it would not have changed at all if he hadn't used the power of the magic tree to stimulate its growth. It would have looked no different from an ordinary hawthorn tree, and even looked sickly and about to die.

But the fruit it bears is different.

When it falls to the ground, its flesh turns into something like blood, and it even feeds on human breath.

Chen Huangpi dislikes this as it draws in people's energy.

The brass oil lamp said warily, "Family, why don't we destroy this broken tree? Otherwise, if all those fruits fall to the ground and grow, they'll probably drain all the energy from the area around the Wang family."

"Huang Er is right."

The fox mountain god said nervously, "This tree is strange. If you stare at its fruit too long, you will be bewitched and want to swallow it. Once you swallow it, who knows what will happen?"

"Right, nephew Mingdao?"

"Yes, Uncle Fox is right."

Wang Mingdao was still terrified, and the memory of what had just happened sent a chill down his spine.

He had been staring at the fruit almost a second ago.

The next second, he picked the fruit and was about to eat it.

He had absolutely no recollection of the entire process.

In the meantime, he had already secretly communicated with the servants of the Wang family, telling them not to go to the backyard, lest they accidentally eat the hawthorn fruit from this evil tree.

However, Chen Huangpi scratched his head and asked in confusion, "You all say that looking at hawthorn fruit for a while will bewitch your mind, but why didn't I?"

He stared at the tree for a long time, but he truly did not feel any mental confusion.

Although I want to eat it, it's just a craving.

At this moment, the ghostly figure spoke in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't have any intention of eating it either."

"Ah Gui, you don't have any either?"

The brass oil lamp said in surprise, "I thought I was the only one who didn't feel this way, because I am the Nine Netherworld Lamp. I didn't expect you to be one too."

Suddenly, Chen Huangpi realized what was going on.

"In other words, only Wang Mingdao and the Fox Mountain God can be deceived."

"Well, actually I wasn't fooled either."

The fox mountain god said, "Although that fruit affects me, I can get rid of that feeling with just a thought."

Wang Mingdao was stunned.

"Could it be that my cultivation level is too low, which is why I was tempted by this fruit?"

He knew just how powerful the "uncles" were.

Take the fox mountain god for example.

These are all legitimate deities.

Moreover, it's a level above those who become gods on the spot.

Wang Mingdao, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was naturally no match for him.

Chen Huangpi said thoughtfully, "I don't think it's because of cultivation level."

"what is that?"

"You'll know after you try it."

After saying that, Chen Huangpi reached out and beckoned, and a bunch of hawthorn fruits, along with their branches and leaves, broke off and flew straight into his hand.

The next second, Chen Huangpi's figure flashed and disappeared.

The brass oil lamp was in perfect harmony with him and immediately activated its Divine Light of Escape.

Immediately afterwards, the group appeared before one of the Wang family's servants.

The servant was old and had no aura of a cultivator; he was just an ordinary mortal.

"Master, this..."

"Uncle, it's alright."

Wang Mingdao waved his hand, and then he saw Chen Huangpi wave the string of hawthorns at the servant.

"Would you like to eat some hawthorn?"

The servant bowed and said, "Young Master Huangpi is kind-hearted, but this old man has lost all his teeth and can't chew these hawthorns. Thank you for your kindness, young master."

Chen Huangpi nodded, understanding perfectly.

He already knew what was going on with the fruit of this evil tree.

It seems that anyone who has ever attracted popularity will be captivated by it.

Popularity and deities both feed on popularity.

The reason why the fox mountain god was not greatly affected is because it had absorbed its master's spiritual energy a long time ago, and since then, human popularity has been something that is dispensable to it.

If absorbed, it might even pollute the essence of the Fox Mountain God.

"Okay, you help me out, and I'll help you out too."

Chen Huangpi thanked the servant.

Then, his figure disappeared again.

Only the bewildered servant remained.

"That yellow-skinned young master is really strange. Did the old man help him?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the servant suddenly felt an unbearable itch in his mouth.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the teeth that had long since fallen out began to grow back, one by one, and they were even more neat and stronger than before.

"Oh dear, the old man's teeth are coming in!"

After saying that, the servant seemed to remember something, looked around, and seeing that no one was around, quietly loosened his belt.

But this glance left him somewhat disappointed.

If I had known this would happen, I should have mentioned it...

……

It was still in the backyard.

Chen Huangpi said smugly, "You all see that, right? The popularity! I told you that all of you are practicing crooked and heretical paths, while my Pure Immortal Temple is the righteous path. Now you all believe it, right?"

Wang Mingdao said somewhat flusteredly, "This tree targets cultivators and gods. If word gets out, it will definitely cause a huge mess. Maybe we should destroy this evil tree."

Hear this.

The brass oil lamp said gloatingly, "Nephew, who said this tree is evil? This tree is too upright. If you ask me, this tree should not be destroyed, but should be carefully protected. Who knows, it might come in very handy in the future."

"Very useful?"

Wang Mingdao's face turned pale: "This tree might be deadly."

The brass oil lamp urged, "You haven't eaten the fruit, how do you know it will kill you? What if it turns out to be a miracle cure? Nephew, why don't you give it a try?"

"Huang Er, don't scare him."

Chen Huangpi quickly reassured Wang Mingdao, "Don't worry, I will set up an array in this backyard to isolate this tree from the outside world. As for destroying the tree, don't mention it."

"I finally managed to snatch a treasure from the heretics, but I don't even know if it's a real treasure. If I destroy it myself, then all my efforts will have been for nothing."

Seeing this, Wang Mingdao had no choice but to nod reluctantly, "That's the only way."

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "That's right."

However, what he was thinking at that moment was that if anyone dared to offend him, he would feed them a hawthorn fruit and see what would happen after they ate it.

He always felt that this tree was strange.

There must be some kind of secret hidden inside. (End of Chapter)