Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 509 Arrival at Qingqiu

A white cloud drifted lazily across the sky.

Gu Zhao pointed down and casually said, "Following the valley, we can open roads through mountains and build bridges over rivers without much effort. As long as wheelbarrows can travel, it will be enough for the two places to exchange goods."

Thousands of years ago, there was only one plank road connecting Shu (Sichuan) and Guanzhong (Guanzhong), which enabled Shu to become Guanzhong's rear base.

In Gu Zhao's view, although the southern border is mountainous, it is not actually dangerous. Even if it takes a detour, a road can be opened between the southern border and the central plains.

Once the roads are open, the specialties of southern Xinjiang can flow into the Central Plains in a steady stream, in exchange for food, knowledge, tools, clothing, and so on.

While it may not make the lives of the people in southern Xinjiang instantly better, it can certainly improve their quality of life by two or three times, ensuring they can live without worry.

Bai Yiqi listened attentively, but after thinking for a moment, she shook her head and said, "Palace Master has oversimplified things. The situation in the mountains of Southern Xinjiang is complex, and the customs of the mountain people in different places are different, and some even have grudges against each other."

In addition, there are many demons and spirits in the mountains and rivers. Some are easy to talk to, some have bad tempers, some are kind to people, some treat the mortals of their territory as their own, some are unwilling to associate with outsiders, and some have grudges against Qingqiu Mountain.

Let alone communication between different parts of southern Xinjiang, even building a road from Qingqiu Mountain to the Central Plains would be incredibly difficult and fraught with obstacles.

Gu Zhao said calmly, "If they're easy to talk to, then we'll talk to them. If they have a bad temper, we'll beat them until they do. If they're kind to others, then we'll befriend them. If they treat their territory as their own private property, then we'll go to their homes and talk to them until they agree."

As for having a grudge against Qingqiu Mountain… the Heavenly Fox lineage of Qingqiu Mountain is benevolent and mostly consists of Spirit Lords. Those who have a grudge against you are probably not good people, are they?”

Bai Yiqi listened blankly to the words that were so eloquent and insightful, her eyes welling up with tears.

Upon hearing Gu Zhao's final question, Bai Yiqi hurriedly replied, "They are ruthless and vicious, treating ordinary people as livestock and slaves."

Gu Zhao nodded. "If that's the case, then we don't even need to talk. Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

Bai Yiqi: (*°ω°*)

Having stayed in the Daluo Palace for several days, the sisters naturally knew its style of doing things. It was truly righteous and wicked, hating evil as if it were their enemy, even more radical than the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Lingfa Court recorded in Qingqiu Mountain.

"But those who have grudges against us are also very powerful!"

Bai Yixuan also overheard Gu Zhao and her sister's conversation and jumped over to say, "Ba Tianjun, Xiong Wuji, and Chifa Gui all have several thousand years of cultivation, and there is also a Diyuan God King, who is said to be not far from having ten thousand years of cultivation."

Gu Zhao said seriously, "I didn't say I was going to go and deal with them right now."

Several old Taoist priests laughed upon hearing this, and Ye Ruyan and the other four guardian star officials also couldn't help but chuckle.

Of course, they don't think they can't beat these people; they just need more time.

You must know that they are about to face the Great Sun Mystic Light Heaven-Opening Demon Ancestor, who descended to the mortal realm ten thousand years ago, stirred up the winds and clouds, and almost turned the world into a demon realm.

Compared to this Demon Ancestor, neither Ba Tianjun nor Di Yuan Shenwang are worth mentioning.

Bai Yixuan didn't quite understand, but Bai Yiqi had investigated the details of the Daluo Palace from different angles. Seeing everyone's confident demeanor, she couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed.

Just then, a black wind suddenly swept up from nearby.

The black wind rose from a cave in a mountain stream, circled once after emerging from the mountain, and faint sounds of crying and laughing could be heard, like sobbing and lamenting, yet also exuding an eeriness and malevolence.

The next moment, the black wind swept down the mountain stream and passed over the trees.

The insects and birds in the mountains fell silent, and the tigers and leopards lowered their heads, as if they had encountered their natural enemies.

Gu Zhao and his companions were positioned high up, allowing them to see far and wide, so they could discern the direction the Black Wind had gone. Beyond seven or eight mountain peaks lay a small mountain village nestled in a valley beside a stream. The village was not large, perhaps only inhabited by a hundred or so people who lived in huts, making a living through fishing and hunting.

Perhaps sensing something in the darkness, an old man weaving straw sandals in the mountain village suddenly looked up, frowned, and gazed into the distance.

Although he only saw blue skies, white clouds, and a gentle breeze, he still felt a pang of anxiety.

Just then, he couldn't help but squint, because he saw a flash of light on the distant horizon, followed by something that seemed to be black and white, suddenly falling from the sky and landing in a place several mountains away from the village.

"It's a god!"

The old man hurriedly put down his straw sandals, knelt on the ground devoutly, and kowtowed towards the distance.

Just as he kowtowed four or five times, the palpitations he had just felt disappeared, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart, and he felt a little more at ease.

After he kowtowed nine times and raised his head, he saw that everyone else in the village was still going about their business as usual, seemingly unaware of anything.

"call--"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, looked carefully at the sky again, and when he found that there were no more strange phenomena, he picked up his straw sandals, sat back on the small stool by the door, and continued weaving.

……

Just as the old man was kowtowing, Master Qingwei drew his long sword, and the Tai Chi diagram he created covered the head of the black wind.

How could a mere ghost with over three hundred years of cultivation be a match for Master Qingwei?

The Tai Chi diagram turned slightly, and the black wind could no longer advance even half a step. It seemed to be disturbed by a tornado, and then it began to circle around in a circle.

"Where..."

A voice came from the black wind, but after saying only two words, it immediately changed its words, "Senior, spare my life!"

But the next moment, a tremendous suction force emanated from the Tai Chi diagram, and the black wind that was just swirling was involuntarily merged into the tornado and then pulled towards the Tai Chi diagram.

The Tai Chi symbol, with its interplay of black and white and the rotation of Yin and Yang, each emanates a pure Yang and a pure Yin sword aura, which merges into the suction force.

Even when the black wind was still far from the Taiji diagram, it sensed the chilling sword energy, which pierced through it, causing the black wind to become chaotic and its soul to become scattered.

"When did this junior offend you, senior?" Black Wind exclaimed in surprise. "This junior is willing to kowtow and apologize. Please spare my life, senior!"

But Master Qingwei ignored him completely, pointed the tip of his sword downwards, and the black wind was sucked into the Taiji diagram.

With a swirling of Yin-Yang sword energy, the black wind was only held back for four or five breaths.

When the old man from the distant mountain village kowtowed for the sixth time, the black wind had already been annihilated by the Yin-Yang sword energy. The ghostly body hidden in the black wind was scattered, and its soul was also annihilated by the sword energy.

After the ghost was killed, Master Qingwei sheathed his sword, and the Taiji diagram dissipated, transforming into wisps of harmonious yin and yang, gentle and vibrant spiritual energy that dispersed into the surrounding mountains and forests.

In a short while, the forest leaves became lush and green, and all kinds of flowers bloomed. Within a radius of two or three miles, a small blessed land full of spiritual energy was formed.

The casual slaying of a ghost with three hundred years of cultivation did not slow down the group's journey.

Before long, Mount Qingqiu came into view in the distance.

(End of this chapter)