Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 280 Blessing
Liu Changsheng laughed and said, "A den of wolves, huh? Good, good, then so be it."

After saying this, he took the cloud spear, retreated, held the two children in his arms, and then gave a low shout.

"Come out."

Immediately afterwards, a group of Taoist priests escorted six women dressed in black veils into the hall. Once inside, the six women removed their veils, revealing their naked upper bodies, and gathered around the fire pit before prostrating themselves on the ground.

Eji first looked at the women's full breasts. When they raised their buttocks high and their upper bodies were prostrate on the ground, she looked at their plump buttocks again. Then she looked at Liu Changsheng, who was holding a baby, and her eyes were strange.

These women had such good figures, clearly the kind of women who had been through many sexual experiences. Her husband used to tell her stories about their ancestral homeland, a large part of which was about a bald monk and a Taoist priest fighting over a nun. So, seeing those female priests without clothes on immediately reminded her of those disgusting stories her husband had told her when he was bored.

The Taoist priests sat cross-legged behind the female priests. Eji found this arrangement disgusting. The priests were staggered so that each of them could see the female priests' buttocks.

Thinking of this, Eji looked worriedly at her son, who was being held in Liu Changsheng's arms.

"Sacrifice begins with fire, praising light and celebrating warmth..."

Liu Changsheng's voice became strange. The first few words were still clear, but they became indistinct in the middle. By the last few words, it became a chanting with fluctuating tones, and it was impossible to understand what he was chanting.

The five hundred candle flames in the hearth had formed a dense circle, surrounding the ancestral fire in the center. The ancestral fire seemed to be very excited, its color constantly changing, sometimes blue, sometimes pure cyan, sometimes golden yellow, sometimes fiery red, and the size of the flames would also change with Liu Changsheng's chanting.

Just as Liu Changsheng was chanting a high note, the Taoists began to produce mixed sounds through their nasal cavities, and the six female priests also began to shake their buttocks, and the shaking became more and more intense.

"Ah—" one of the priestesses cried out, and Eji and Zhang Min, who were originally sitting on the prayer mats, involuntarily prostrated themselves on the ground, their buttocks sticking up as shamefully as the priestesses'.

"Ah ah—" The priestess's voice kept going, each "ah" drawn out for a long time, seemingly without end.

Liu Changsheng's arms sank down, and Eji, who was lying on the ground, rolled her eyes and saw her son and Zhang Min's son floating in the air, with nothing under their bodies.

Dressed in black priestly robes, Liu Changsheng waved his wide sleeves like a butterfly fluttering wildly throughout the Divine Dragon Hall. However, his footwork was extremely fast, and his body even left some afterimages, which resembled a black line connecting the Taoists in the hall.

When Liu Changsheng returned to the place, he saw that with a slight grab of his hand, the six priestesses prostrate on the ground were violently thrown back as if someone were grabbing their hair.

"Ah—" The six priestesses chanted together, their voices possessing a powerful, tearing quality. Suddenly, the ancestral fire in the hearth split into six, draping over the six priestesses.

Seeing this, the Taoist priests chanted incantations even faster, to the point that they transformed into booming sounds within the Divine Dragon Hall, bombarding people's minds relentlessly.

Outside the Dragon God Temple, a wind had risen at some point, causing the ancient trees outside to creak and groan. Their thick trunks seemed unable to bear the weight and could fall at any moment.

The bright moonlight that had been shining into the Divine Dragon Palace disappeared at that moment, leaving the Ancestral Fire and the five hundred candle flames as the only source of light in this empty hall.

"Wah!" Yun Shuo woke up and started crying loudly in mid-air. Soon after, Yun Tui also started crying and waving his little arms and legs in mid-air as if looking for protection.

Eji couldn't bear this. She wanted to run over, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on her. Not only could she not stand up, but even moving her body was a luxury. She gritted her teeth and twisted her hips. Good, her legs could move forward an inch.

Seeing her son's cries growing more pitiful, Eji panicked. From a height of over a meter, if her son fell, he would definitely be injured. So, she used her knees to push herself up, like a maggot, and slowly crawled towards where her son was. She wanted to climb under him so that if he fell, he would only land on her back.

"Dong dong dong." A priestess took the waist drum from her back and slapped it once. As the drum sounded, a clap of thunder sounded outside the window. The drum sounded three times, and the thunder outside the window sounded three times. The most recent one was right on the top of the Divine Dragon Palace.

Eji was drenched in sweat; every inch she moved felt like her life depended on it. Veins bulged on her neck, and faint blue lines appeared on her fair forehead. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She still managed to wiggle her hips, inching her knees forward an inch or two. "Whoosh!" Another priestess broke free of her shackles. Bells adorned her wrists, ankles, and waist. With a twist of her hips, the bells jingled. At the same time, the gate was blown open by a gust of wind, raindrops flying into the Dragon God Temple. Unfortunately, once inside the sweltering, furnace-like Dragon God Temple, the rain instantly turned into a warm breeze and a cloud of mist.

Liu Changsheng's footsteps carried a certain rhythm, and each step he took was in accordance with a set pattern. If Yun Ce were here at this moment, he would recognize that Liu Changsheng's every step was placed on the eight directions of the Bagua.

"Clang, clang, clang," a priestess freed her hands, took a pair of cymbals from her lower back, rubbed them slightly, and then gently tapped them three times in time with Liu Changsheng's steps.

"Crack!" A golden bolt of lightning appeared from the dense clouds, then quickly elongated, its final tip striking the roof tiles of the Divine Dragon Palace, bursting into countless sparks. The Divine Dragon Palace then made a 'hum' sound, seemingly growing larger and then shrinking rapidly for a moment.

Eji had no time to pay attention to these miracles. She already regretted handing her son over to Liu Changsheng. Even if her son could gain some advantage because of this, it was not as good as the risk of falling from mid-air. So, she was still trying her best to crawl forward by twisting her hips and moving her knees, even if her face was touching the ground.

Another priestess staggered to her feet, still looking up with her eyes rolled back. She spread her legs, lifted her left leg with her left hand, and stomped down violently. The Dragon Palace trembled immediately, and the ancestral fire flickered. The priestess lifted her right leg with her right hand and stomped down violently again. The Dragon Palace sank sharply and then bounced up quickly.

Liu Changsheng ran even faster, while the Taoist priests lay on their backs, chanting some incantation that no one knew what it was.

Eji finally couldn't climb any further. Sweat streamed down her face and onto the floor, instantly forming a small lake. She glanced sideways at her sons and saw that they were enveloped in a black cloud. Small bolts of lightning kept forming and exploding within the cloud, making the children's cries even more piercing.

Eji wanted to open her mouth to scold Liu Changsheng, but her mouth was as if glued shut, and she couldn't make a sound. Just as Eji was about to cry, another priestess slowly stood up, swaying her hips. She took out a flute and began to play, and the melodious flute music immediately stopped the child's crying.

And the little dark cloud started to rain. The rain was light and not heavy, and it evaporated before it even hit the ground.

As Eji waited expectantly, the sixth priestess also stood up. This priestess was a bit more respectable than the other five, as her bare upper body was at least wrapped with a colorful ribbon.

She didn't play any instruments, nor did she stomp her feet on the earth like the priestess. Instead, she began to dance under the glow of the ancestral fire. Her body was incredibly supple. To the sounds of drums, bells, cymbals, flutes, and the resounding thud of her feet on the ground, her dance began slowly, but quickly intensified as the music's tempo quickened. E'ji felt that every inch of this woman's flesh was dancing.

Liu Changsheng looked extremely tired at this moment. Not only did he slow down, but he also seemed to have no strength left to wave his sleeves. The Taoists also looked extremely exhausted. Apart from their mouths still twitching, they were also sweating profusely.

Eji saw it clearly: as the last priestess's ribbons fluttered, enveloping the cloud spear, the cloud mass rapidly changed from black to white, and as it turned white, flowers kept falling from that white cloud.

The world outside the Divine Dragon Palace looked like the end of the world: dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, strong winds raged, torrential rain poured down, and the earth trembled from time to time.

The ancestral fire, which had been burning brightly and roundly, was now twisting its waist into a pretzel, dancing along with the music played by the priestess.

To Eji's horror, the white clouds transformed into a soft cushion, upon which lay two chubby babies. A small red sun rose slowly between them, and their four little hands involuntarily reached out towards the tiny sun. Unfortunately, no matter how hard the two children tried, their fingertips were just an inch away from the sun.

Seeing that her son was unharmed, Eji had no strength left. With a soft thud, her whole body pressed tightly against the ground.

As the small red sun rose above the two children's heads and set beside their feet, the white cloud turned into a wisp of mist and slowly disappeared.

Eji felt as if she could move her neck again. She turned her head and saw that Zhang Min's face was less than two inches away from her. Eji saw a small abscess on the side of Zhang Min's nose and couldn't help but want to laugh, but in the end she didn't.

The last rays of the tiny sun faded in the Divine Dragon Palace. Liu Changsheng flapped his wide sleeves, stirring up gusts of wind within the palace.

The ancestral fire returned to its round shape, and the six priestesses, exhausted, knelt on the ground, sweat pooling on their chins and eventually flowing down in a babbling brook.

(End of this chapter)