The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

Fear surged wildly from the depths of his heart. Ulie no longer cared about dignity, struggling desperately in the howling wind, screaming, "Spare me..."

"Lord of Mist Mountain, spare my life!"

"I know I was wrong, I..."

The sound was quickly swallowed up by the wind and rain.

On Mount Wu.

Hearing the echoes of wails and pleas for mercy around him, Su Chen remained calm, as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He knew perfectly well that these Quanrong people didn't know they were wrong, but rather that they knew they were going to die.

He showed no mercy to these barbarian invaders who frequently crossed the border.

He didn't care about other places, but since they were already here, they might as well stay.

Although he is currently only a Chilong, which can only be considered a pseudo-dragon, it depends on who he is compared to. Jiaolong alone can move through water and drown many people, let alone him.

Despite Su Chen's calm expression, screams continued to erupt under the gaze of Shen Hou, Jing Bo, the Zhou emperor, and others.

After a long time, the storm gradually subsided.

The scene that unfolded before my eyes was one of carnage and devastation, with fish and goosebumps covering the fields.

Dead warhorses, broken weapons, and shattered armor were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed down the soil...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Quanrong cavalrymen, including their ruler Wulie, all died here.

Seeing this scene, Shenhou Cavalry Commander Jingbo, King You of Zhou, and others were in a daze.

Jing Bo was filled with horror.

Like Rong Jun Wu Lie, he originally didn't pay much attention to Wu Shan Shen Jun, thinking it was just hearsay, which is why he dared to come to Wu Shan with Rong Jun Wu Lie.

But now...

Seeing the horrifying scene before him, his body trembled.

Not only him, but all the T soldiers present who had been released from prison were also filled with fear.

If the God of Wushan were willing, wouldn't it mean that he could easily kill them and make them just like these Quanrong cavalrymen?

"Spare my life!"

"Lord of Mist Mountain, spare my life!"

"We had no intention of offending you..."

With a whoosh.

It's unclear who started it, but in an instant, a whole group of people were kneeling at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

"We did not intentionally intrude into the sacred mountain; we were merely ordered to pursue the Zhou emperor. We had absolutely no intention of disrespecting the gods!"

"We beseech the divine ruler for his wise judgment!"

"I am willing to build a temple and offer sacrifices to the deity three times a year, without daring to be negligent in the slightest. Please forgive me, deity..."

They knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically towards Mount Wu, fearing that if the God of Mount Wu was displeased, he would treat them the same way as these Quanrong.

At this moment, the mysterious and ethereal voice continued to resound.

“Your Majesty, in consideration of the years you have offered sacrifices to me, stay near Wushan and I will spare your life.”

"If you don't want to, then please..."

Upon hearing this...

King You of Zhou was stunned and froze.

Immediately afterward, a clear look of hesitation crossed his face, and a sense of panic crept into his heart.

As the Zhou emperor and the ruler of all under heaven, he naturally did not want to stay in Wushan like this.

Once ruling the world and commanding the princes, if they stayed here, wouldn't they be no different from ordinary people in the mountains?

The thought that he might be confined to the mountains and fields in the future, with no more royal capitals and palaces, and no more courtiers paying homage to him, made King You of Zhou instinctively feel resistance.

At the same time, another, even stronger thought was churning in his mind.

The tide has turned!

With Haojing already captured, and the thoughts of the elder brother, Hou, unclear, it would be difficult to predict his fate if he went out at this time.

Staying in Wushan might be the only way to survive?

Not long ago, Lord Wushan said that his original destiny was to die at Lishan.

Thinking of this, King You of Zhou felt a chill run down his spine.

He was truly terrified. If he left Wushan like this, he feared that he would die out there, fulfilling the so-called fate.

Having witnessed the power of the Mist Mountain God, he naturally did not believe that this was just the other party's idle talk.

King You of Zhou's expression shifted constantly, his mood unpredictable.

Soon, he, who was pleasure-loving, not particularly courageous, and extremely afraid of death, had already made up his mind.

Just as he was about to speak.

Not far away.

Upon hearing this, Jing Bo, the commander of Shenhou's cavalry, couldn't help but speak up, his voice visibly tense.

“Lord Wushan, this…”

Jing Bo swallowed hard, his face turning pale, and he didn't even dare to look at Wushan.

"Emperor Zhou..."

"We have come here on your orders to capture the Zhou Emperor. If we fail to capture him, Your Majesty..."

He stammered halfway through his sentence.

The soldier, startled, held his breath.

At the foot of the mountain.

The silence was eerily profound.

next moment.

The cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"What does that have to do with me?"

His voice was indifferent, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

"Lord? Marquis Shen?"

"Who does he think he is? If you're not satisfied, you can go back and call that so-called lord you're talking about here, and see if he dares to come."

Upon hearing this,

Jingbo and Yixinggan T-jun immediately blushed, their emotions in turmoil.

They wanted to refute it, but they couldn't.

After all, how could Your Excellency dare to come to this place?

They had personally witnessed the power of this God of Mist Mountain.

Compared to this God of Wushan, the emperor and the lords are nothing.

The entire foot of the mountain was deathly silent.

Just then.

The mysterious voice rang out again, its tone still calm.

"I'll give you a little time. If you don't leave now, then you'll all have to stay."

Upon hearing this,

Jing Bo and Xie Yigan were sweating profusely.

“The gods are here; we cannot defeat them by force…” Jing Bo looked deeply at the Zhou emperor, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including resentment and helplessness.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat!"

Upon receiving this order, the Shenhou cavalry, who had been terrified, were immediately granted a pardon and mounted their horses without daring to linger for even a moment longer.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out, kicking up dust.

Hundreds of cavalrymen fled in panic, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would be left behind by the God of Mist Mountain.

Just a moment later.

At the foot of the mountain, only King You of Zhou and his entourage remained.

Seeing that Marquis Shen's cavalry had completely departed, King You of Zhou and the others breathed a long sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxing.

Looking at the misty, fog-shrouded Wushan Mountain, a look of awe flashed across King You of Zhou's face.

Without hesitation, he straightened his robes and bowed solemnly in the direction of Wushan Mountain, his voice filled with respect.

"By the Divine Lord!"

"I... am willing to stay in Wushan!"

"From this day forward, I wish to reside in Wushan Village and offer sacrifices to the God of Deity year after year, hoping for His protection!"

Wushan remained calm, seemingly acknowledging his words.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, King You of Zhou settled down here with Bao Si, Bo Fu, and others.

Fortunately, they took a batch of gold, silver and jewelry with them before they left.

In addition, the villagers of Wushan Village knew his identity and that this matter was tacitly approved by the Wushan God, so they treated the group with great respect and their lives were not too miserable.

Although it's not quite like before, it's still much better than what ordinary people live.

However, King You of Zhou and his entourage lived quite well in Wushan Village.

As time passed, this matter eventually reached the ears of Marquis Shen.

Shen State.

The disheveled and humiliated commander of the Shenhou cavalry, Jingbo, returned to the State of Shen with several hundred men.

Soon, in the main hall.

Upon hearing Jing Bo's report, Marquis Shen was somewhat stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

"Did all those hundreds of Quanrong people die?"

"The God of Mist Mountain?!"

He could hardly believe the news reported by Jing Bo, but he knew who Jing Bo was, and with the corroboration of others, the matter of Lord Wushan was clearly not false.

For a moment, he was powerless to do anything, and dared not speak out against his anger.

Even if the God of Mist Mountain said those things, he wouldn't dare go to Mist Mountain; he wouldn't be so foolish as to willingly go and die.

As for the Zhou emperor hiding in Wushan, he could only turn a blind eye and helplessly chose to ignore him, announcing to the outside world that the Zhou emperor was dead.

Soon, the Quanrong captured Haojing and plundered a large amount of wealth, livestock, slaves, and resources. For various reasons, they chose to retreat.

With the destruction of Haojing, the Zhou emperor was nominally dead. Marquis Shen and other feudal lords supported the former crown prince Ji Yijiu as the new king.

Because Haojing was no longer safe, King Ping of Zhou, Ji Yijiu, who became the new king, began to move east, and the new capital was built in Luoyi.

At the same time, King Ping of Zhou and others were also somewhat secretive about the God of Wushan.

From this moment on, the Western Zhou Dynasty ended and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty began.

The Zhou emperor was no longer the true ruler of the world; he only held authority in name only.

The truly powerful states became the vassal states of Qi, Jin, Qin, and Chu.

Time passed slowly.

Time will not stop for anyone.

In the blink of an eye, nearly thirty-two years had passed since the Wushan God, as described by the Zhou people, transformed into a Chilong.