The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 282 The Golden Spear Reveals Killing Intent, Taoist Priest, Please Wait

On one side of the Jialing River.

The river flowed turbulently, and the traces of the previous battle seemed to have completely disappeared.

A figure appeared in the now calm Jialing River. He twitched his nose; a faint, lingering smell of blood could still be detected in the flowing water. He sighed and said:

"...Lord Qingyuan actually died at the hands of a mortal."

"It's truly pathetic, Kiyoyuki-kun."

"Your Majesty's plan is to wash away the ants on the earth with a flood and reopen the future of all things. You may no longer be able to participate in it. But where is your body?"

He reached out and, using a hydrological ability, followed the lingering scent of Qingyuan Jun's hatred and blood in the water, arriving at a riverbank. He broke through the water and looked towards the source of the scent, but his expression suddenly froze.

He did indeed see Lord Qingyuan.

However, all that was seen was the head of Kiyoyuki-kun.

The head of this Bashe lord was severed from the neck and placed on the ground. The ancient beast's eyes were lifeless and empty, staring at the vast sky. On the boulder next to it, the four characters Yanhuang Zhouyan were carved with swords.

A vast, ancient, and primitive human race, after slaying the ferocious god, did not worship heaven and earth, but their ancestors. This was the martial virtue and the bloodthirsty courage to fight against heaven and earth that was inherent in the bones of this lineage of humankind.

The newcomer clenched his fist, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"it is good!"

The invisible ripples spread and erupted, instantly blasting the stone tablet into dust!
This is revenge!

This is a provocation!

Humans, mere ants, are like ants in the face of natural disasters. They either drown like ants or kneel there praying for divine protection. Yet, humans dare to rebel against the gods and murder the great god Qingyuan Jun, who once ruled over a vast territory.

They even desecrated the remains of a god after killing him.

They staged a ceremony similar to a mound of skulls to provoke the great god Gonggong!
He couldn't help but sneer: "...People like ants think they're so great because they killed Qingyuan Jun with the help of Si Wenming's backup plan. Since they dare to provoke the Venerable God, they should be prepared to face the Venerable God's wrath."

"How dare you kill a divine general under the command of the Venerable God!"

"When the waters flood for eight hundred miles, all living things will perish."

"Don't think..."

A sharp, resounding sound exploded out, but by the time Cang Yue realized it, it was too late. A sudden pain shot through his chest as a long spear pierced through his heart, its sharp edge radiating innate Geng metal energy.

This overwhelming destructive force caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

The vitality vanished quickly.

Cang Yue murmured, "This is...!!!"

He looked down and saw that the spear, after piercing his heart, was still not stopping, slowly twisting and widening the wound. The ruthlessness of the attacker was evident.

Behind him stood a divine general clad in golden armor and a white robe.

Once the supreme mountain in the west, it was the most valiant of the Five Sacred Mountains.

Golden King!
The Golden King coldly said, "The waves here were turbulent before, so there must have been treasures that appeared. But when we arrived, we found that we had an unexpected gain."

He had previously fought a fierce battle against An Lushan and Shi's subordinates, detonating his own Dharma form to successfully snatch a piece of the Bronze Divine Tree's heartwood, which he transformed into a spear. Afterward, he found a secluded place to recuperate from his injuries until he discovered the activity taking place here.

Cang Yue sensed the extremely sharp Geng metal energy, which at this moment transformed into countless fine threads, spreading rapidly from the center of the spear, entangling every inch of flesh and blood. This kind of control and change was both extremely hard and extremely soft, truly reaching an extremely high level.

Even the slightest movement caused Cang Yue excruciating, tearing pain. He felt absurd rage and said, "I am the forerunner of the great god Gonggong."

The Golden Heavenly King said slowly, "Water God, Gonggong..."

As a fellow god of mountains and rivers, he naturally knew of that legendary being.

Cang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that since they knew the formidable reputation of the water god Gonggong, they would naturally know when to advance and retreat. Then, he heard the man with the gun whisper thoughtfully: "An ancient water god, powerful and powerful, controlling all the waters of the world, the strongest among the four gods..."

Cang Yue said, "You know that..."

He heard the Golden King's calm assessment:

"There must be many treasures here, right?"

Cang Yue: "??!!"

What is the state of the world today?!

Mortals kill gods, but the mountain god only has treasures in his eyes?
The next moment, he felt an intense pain erupt instantly. The fine Geng metal energy, which spread like branches and leaves throughout his body, suddenly burst forth and pierced through every inch of his flesh in an instant.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Cang Yue let out a series of screams. Jin Tianwang swung his spear backhand, the spear as sharp as a knife, severing Cang Yue's knee. The latter knelt directly on the ground. He could only see the golden-armored, white-robed general standing calmly in front of him, his sleeves billowing and casting shadows.

Cang Yue finally began to feel fear.

"You... I can tell you where the treasure is, I can give it to you..."

Before Cang Yue could finish speaking, her neck was severed by a single shot.

"What a joke! Even if I kill you, I can still get the treasure."

“The most precious and rare treasures belong to the virtuous, and I, in particular, am 'virtuous'!”

"I will take it myself."

Why should you give it to me?

The Golden King's palm pressed down on his head.

【Soul Searching and Spirit Refining】!
After a long while, a strange light flickered in the eyes of the Golden King.

"...Langzhong?"

........................

At almost the same time that the Golden Heavenly King turned his gaze to Langzhong, outside that ancient city, Zhou Yan tried his best to comfort the little fox Lingxi who had fled in panic.

After meeting Zhou Yan, the little fox Lingxi finally felt at ease.

The fear he had felt earlier made his entire fox body tremble, and his tail bristled with fur. Zhou Yan used his Taoist mindset to transfer a layer of magic power to calm Lingxi down. Then he snapped his fingers and summoned his own tyrannical god, Lu Renjia.

"Heat a cup of tea and get a plate of snacks, something sweet, but not too sweet."

Zhou Yan's skill reached its peak and flowed naturally.

Lu Renjia, this Taoist deity, doesn't provide any combat power boost to him at the moment, but he's incredibly convenient as a life assistant.

Lu Renjia rolled his eyes wildly.

Me! Me! A remnant soul from a hundred battles on the battlefield!

For over a hundred years, they've been outwitting and outmaneuvering those Taoist priests from Louguandao!
I'm very fierce! I'm a fierce god!
He gritted his teeth, but after glancing at Shen Cangming, the lion cat, he finally just obediently went.

Finally, a pot of tea was brought out. It was originally too hot to drink, but the god of madness was cold, so he put his hand on the teapot, and it quickly became the perfect temperature for drinking.

Very convenient!

Sugar can soothe the mind, while tea polyphenols can boost energy.

The snack is a steamed bun made with white sugar, unique to Langzhong.

It is white as silver, crisp and soft; when eaten hot, it is sweet and soft, and when eaten cold, it is crisp, sweet and refreshing.

Of course, in this year's climate, these snacks and the like are not cheap at all. Lord Zhou didn't have much money on him, but it didn't matter. All the food and supplies for the group of people were paid for by Young Master Pei Xuan Niao.

After drinking tea and eating snacks, Lingxi recounted the story.

A few days ago, around the time Zhou Yan began refining Qingyuan Jun's tendons in this small town near the ferry crossing, turning them into this Immortal Rope treasure, Qingzhu and the others had already arrived in Langzhong ahead of time.

The old woman was a demon merchant from the Sichuan region who had traveled to Chang'an to do business. She was experienced, wealthy, and well-connected. She found a place to stay and waited for them, but after two days, Zhou Yan and his group still hadn't arrived.

Grandma and Qingzhu are both shrewd businesswomen; how could they possibly sit still?

The two fox spirits, one big and one small, discussed it and decided that instead of waiting here idly, they should wander around the ancient city of Langzhong and see if they could buy some Langzhong-specific treasures to transport to other places and make a profit.

This is how merchants accumulate their wealth, little by little.

So the two foxes took Lingxi with them and wandered around. They did buy some good things and went to an antique shop run by a taciturn female shopkeeper.

The shop was small but quite exquisite. The most outstanding item inside was a bronze mirror with a phoenix design, which was said to have originated from the Qin and Han dynasties and was once in the imperial palace. The design was exquisite and beautiful. Qingzhu fell in love with it at first sight and held it in her hand to examine it closely.

The female shop owner simply remained silent, letting them observe for themselves.

But when Qingzhu and Hu Erniang's gazes fell on the ancient mirror, their reflections actually started to move on their own and smiled at them. Then, the door of the antique shop in the mirror opened, revealing the ancient city of Langzhong outside.

The ancient city in the mirror was exactly the same as the real ancient city, but it was deserted. Only the reflections of the two of them lived there. Qingzhu and Hu Erniang were shocked. Lingxi was staring blankly at a small sword at that time.

Startled by the old woman's shriek, she turned around but couldn't find her older sister. Upon closer inspection, she saw her sister's body inside the ancient bronze mirror, frantically pounding on the surface, her face filled with panic and despair.

As Lingxi spoke, her small body trembled again, "And, and the ancient city of Langzhong in the mirror, the clouds in the sky are blood red, and there are many... many dark figures whose faces are indistinct walking on the streets."

"Then, the old woman used the supernatural powers of our fox clan to forcibly send me out. When she sent me out, she screamed and called for me to come and find Brother Zhou and the others."

As they talked, even steamed buns with white sugar couldn't calm Lingxi down. The little fox held the pastries in her two little hands, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she burst into tears again.

He put down the snacks, jumped off the chair, knelt down before Zhou Yan, and said:
"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, please save my sister and grandma."

"Woooooooo..."

He tried to kowtow, but his arm was supported by a powerful yet gentle force that lifted him up, preventing him from kneeling. Zhou Yan said solemnly, "Get up first. Don't worry, Qingzhu and Hu Erniang have shown me kindness by gifting me their swords. Even without such a relationship, Zhou Yan is not one to stand by and watch someone die."

After some calming, Lingxi finally regained her composure.

Xuan Zhuzi frowned: "...Ancient mirror, soul summoning, these are probably not anything extraordinary. Since ancient times, magic weapons such as mirrors, banners, flags, and beads have been much more powerful than swords, spears, and halberds."

"Moreover, it is most likely to connect with the spirit world and attract evil spirits."

"It's called the Emperor's Banner, but it might be so dark it's practically a lawless wasteland."

The young pharmacist gave Lingxi a sugar pill, which was based on a recipe from the Medicine King Sun Simiao.

With peace of mind, Xiao Lingxi ate the sugar pill and felt calm. She had been crying and running away before, which had exhausted her mental energy. Now that she was at ease, she fell into a deep sleep.

Xuan Zhuzi said, "Tell me, how are you going to save this little fox's sister and grandmother?"

"Langzhong was originally..."

He paused for a moment, feeling a headache coming on.

After a moment of silence, Xuan Zhuzi hesitated, her eyes darting around, and lowered her voice to say to Zhou Yan, "Well... cough cough, our Medicine King sect has a saying: 'Observe, listen, ask, and feel the pulse; by observing a person's relatives and friends, one can know the patient's state of mind.' I've heard that all fox clan members are beautiful, so... is Miss Qingzhu alluring?"

"Cough cough."

"I mean, how is their complexion? That helps in judging their condition."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

Lord Zhou looked up at the sky and roared.

Why do all my teammates seem so unreliable?!
And they always manage to find such a high-sounding, professional excuse for their unreliability?!
Zhou Yan and his group came here to stop Jia Qi's conspiracy. The latter's plan seems to be related to the dragon turtle that King Yu suppressed here. However, they have only just arrived and have already encountered this matter. The changes in Langzhong are probably greater than expected.

Hu Erniang and Qingzhu met Zhou Yan at the very beginning. The sword that Li Bai used was given to Zhou Yan by Hu Erniang. She can be considered a rare old friend of Zhou Yan in this world. How can he sit idly by when his old friend is in trouble?
Zhou Yan then had everyone stop and rest in the middle of the road. They found a roadside tea stall and ordered two pots of tea. In Sichuan, drinking tea is a common practice. This kind of tea drinking and chatting in an open-air teahouse is called "drinking 'baba tea'".

The tea I wanted was Langzhong Maojian, a local variety with a delicate, needle-like appearance and a bright green color.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was no custom of brewing tea, and ordinary people did not have many ways of drinking tea with added spices. They simply boiled tea. After settling everyone in, Zhou Yan sat down calmly and glanced around, noticing that Kaiming was no longer around.

After arriving in Langzhong, this guy exchanged a few words with Zhou Yan and then disappeared.

With Kai Ming gone, and the place filled with women, pharmacists, and other people who are not skilled in combat, there is no place for them.

Zhou Yan's mind raced.

The situation in Langzhong is unclear. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. If we rashly send our entire army in, we might fall into a trap to lure the enemy away from their stronghold. Not only will Qingzhu and the others be in danger, but we ourselves will also be doomed.

Why not use the method of incarnation to go in and investigate first?

Zhou Yan said, "Uncle Shen, I'll leave this to you. I'll go and rescue them."

Shen Cangming nodded slightly, stood up, and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Li Zhenyue, dressed as a traveling merchant, raised his eyes slightly, with a heavy shield behind him. Pei Xuanniao crossed his arms, put his feet on the edge of another table, and had an arrogant look on his face.

"This tea stall is on me, I'll take it all!"

The three blocked off three directions, and there was also Ao Xuantao and the Lion Cat.

Zhou Yan was relieved. He cut off a strand of white hair with his fingers, blew on it, and the white hair flew out, turning into a stream of light that headed straight for Langzhong. Just as his avatar was about to leave, the belt formed by the [Binding Immortal Rope] at his waist lit up slightly and followed it away.

The land of Sichuan is rich in water and mountains, and the temperature is high, so it is naturally foggy. A strand of Zhou Yan's white hair turned into a stream of light and flew into the city of Langzhong, which was shrouded in layers of fog. Then, it turned into a young Taoist.

"This is Langzhong..."

"The conspiracy behind the scenes, the whereabouts of Gonggong's ministers."

Zhou Yan walked slowly forward, heading towards the antique shop Lingxi had instructed. He hadn't gone far when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a soft call. The voice was gentle, yet carried an inexplicable strangeness:

"My lord, my lord—"

"Taoist priest, please wait!"

(End of this chapter)