One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The nights in South China are usually very quiet.

Here we are deep in the mountains, where apart from the occasional hooting of owls, the only sounds are the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Biyou Village is nestled in the embrace of these mountains, like a secluded paradise.

But tonight.

This tranquility was shattered in an extremely domineering way.

"Buzz—!!!"

Above the sky, the clouds suddenly burst open.

There was no thunder, but a low-frequency vibration, more unsettling than thunder, instantly swept across the mountains for dozens of miles around.

Several villagers who were dozing under a big tree at the village entrance were suddenly awakened.

They rubbed their sleepy eyes and subconsciously looked up.

next second.

Everyone's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and their mouths opened wide enough to fit a goose egg.

"That's... the sun?!"

In the pitch-black night sky, a dazzling golden meteor, trailing a long, fiery tail, plummeted vertically with an unparalleled ferocity.

No.

That wasn't a shooting star.

As the distance closed, its massive outline gradually became clearer.

That was a ship.

A magnificent ship, tens of feet long, formed entirely of golden light!

It's like a moving golden palace, suspended directly above Biyou Village.

A terrifying golden light poured down, illuminating the entire Biyou Village as bright as day, making even the tracks of ants crawling on the ground clearly visible.

Even the moisture in the air was evaporated by the immense heat contained in the golden light, becoming dry and scorching.

……

Deep in Biyou Village.

Inside an antique-style weapon-refining room.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white shirt suddenly jerked the carving knife in his hand.

呲la.

The nearly completed magical amulet was instantly scratched with a deep crack and ruined.

Ma Xianhong suddenly raised his head, looked out the window at the golden light filling the sky, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"What is this?"

As a successor of the Divine Craftsmanship, his perception of Qi far surpasses that of ordinary people.

now.

He could clearly feel that the energy contained in the golden light above his head was like a live volcano that could erupt at any moment.

The oppressive feeling was so intense that even the magical artifact he was so proud of inside his body began to hum uneasily.

"Master!"

"There's something going on at the village entrance!"

Several figures swiftly swept across the rooftop; they were Ma Xianhong's twelve top-tier disciples.

Their faces were solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Ma Xianhong pushed up his glasses, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.

"Walk."

"Let's go see which deity dares to trespass into my Biyou Village so brazenly!"

……

at the same time.

In the dense forest outside Biyou Village.

The figures lurking in the shadows were also dumbfounded.

A tall, middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly stopped spinning the prayer beads in his hand.

Xiao Zizai raised his head and looked at the golden cloud boat that almost covered half the sky, its glasses reflecting a golden light.

"this……"

"Is this also a temporary worker for NaDuTong?"

"Are temporary workers these days making such a grand entrance?"

Not far from him.

A woman in a green tracksuit with alluring features was squatting on a tree branch, also staring in disbelief.

Wang Zhenqiu scratched his head, and the nonchalant look on his face vanished instantly.

"Good heavens..."

"This isn't an arrest operation!"

"This is clearly a massacre! The commotion is so loud, everyone within a hundred miles knows something's happened here!"

……

On the cloud boat.

A fierce wind howled, and golden light swirled around.

Zhang Chulan gripped the ship's railing tightly, looking down at the dense crowd of people and the rapidly illuminating magical artifacts, and felt utterly terrified.

"Master...Master Uncle!"

"Aren't we being a bit too high-profile?"

"Didn't we say we'd sneak into the village and avoid shooting?"

"You're practically shoving a spotlight right in their face!"

Zhang Chulan felt like he was about to be completely bewildered.

When this big gold ship sailed over, not only Ma Xianhong, but even the village's watchdogs knew that someone was here to cause trouble!

This level of hatred is off the charts!

Wang Ye, standing next to him, shrank his neck, looking utterly dejected.

He looked down at the rapidly rising defensive formations and the soaring qi, and sighed helplessly.

"have to……"

"I knew it."

"When you're out with this guy, the word 'low-key' is meaningless."

"This isn't knocking on the door, it's clearly the demolition team arriving."

Zhang Taichu stood at the bow of the boat, his hands behind his back.

He ignored the complaints from the two people behind him.

His gaze swept indifferently over the village below, looking at the villagers who were on high alert, and at the low-level magical artifacts that shimmered with multicolored light. A faint mockery appeared on his lips.

"Knock on the door?"

Zhang Taichu chuckled softly:

"Since I'm here..."

"Then this door, whether it's open or not, has to be opened."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu lightly stomped his right foot on the deck.

"fall."

There is only one word.

Rumble—!!!

The golden cloud boat hovering in mid-air seemed to have received some kind of irresistible decree.

It did not slow down or buffer at all.

With immense force, it crashed straight down towards the entrance of Biyou Village!

"not good!"

"Get out of the way!"

Ma Xianhong, who had just arrived at the village entrance, saw this scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He slammed his hands together.

hum!

Dozens of magical artifacts flew out simultaneously, weaving together in the air to form a huge defensive light net, attempting to support the giant ship that was falling from the sky.

however.

Before that pure, domineering golden light.

Those intricately designed magical artifacts are as fragile as children's toys.

Click! Click! Click!

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The defensive light net didn't even last a second before it shattered instantly.

More than a dozen magical artifacts were blown to pieces in mid-air.

Followed by.

boom----!!!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The earth trembled violently, as if an earthquake of magnitude 8 had occurred.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, flying debris, and shockwaves spread outwards like a tsunami.

The stone archway that stood at the entrance of Biyou Village, inscribed with the four characters "Guests Feel at Home," along with several century-old trees around it, was instantly razed to the ground.

on the ground.

A huge, deep pit appeared.

The golden cloud boat remained steadily in the deep pit, its golden light still dazzling, without a single scratch on its hull.

silence.

A deathly silence.

The once bustling Biyou Village was now completely silent.

All the villagers collapsed to the ground, staring in horror at the enormous creature.

Ma Xianhong stood not far away, his white shirt fluttering in the blast wave, a bloody scratch on his face from flying gravel.

His hands were trembling slightly.

It's not because of fear.

It was anger.

That was the culmination of his hard work, the defense system he was so proud of.

It was crushed as easily as stepping on an ant.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing sound came from the smoke and dust.

Zhang Chulan waved his hand to brush away the dust in front of him and followed Zhang Taichu out.

"Ahem... Uncle-Master, could you be a little gentler next time you land?"

"I almost thought I was going to be turned into a meat patty."

Wang Ye followed behind, holding a broken compass in his hand. He glanced at the surrounding ruins and shook his head helplessly.

"That's good."

"Not only is the door gone, but the threshold has been trampled flat."

"This cause and effect has become quite severe."

Zhang Taichu ignored them.

He stepped out of the golden light of the cloud boat, his feet crunching on the broken stones.

at this time.

Ma Xianhong finally came to his senses.

He stared intently at Zhang Taichu, his eyes blazing with fury.

The twelve superior cultivators behind them also drew their weapons and surrounded them with murderous intent.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth, his voice icy and chilling:

"My Biyou Village has no grudge against you."

"You destroyed my mountain gate, shattered my magical artifacts, and harmed my villagers."

"Is this what you call...proper conduct?"

Zhang Taichu stopped in his tracks.

He stood less than five meters away from Ma Xianhong, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his Taoist robe, looking languid.

He did not answer Ma Xianhong's question.

He didn't even glance at those high-achieving students who were eyeing him covetously.

His gaze passed over the crowd and looked into the deepest part of Biyou Village.

There.

A very special kind of Qi, carrying an aura of decay and death, was slowly surging.

"That guy."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze and then glanced at Ma Xianhong, whose face was full of anger.

His tone was as indifferent as if he were buying vegetables at a market:

"I don't like nonsense."

Two things.

Zhang Taichu held up one finger:

"First, hand over that poisonous girl."

Before Ma Xianhong could react, he extended a second finger.

This time.

A meaningful smile curved his lips, and his eyes held an undisguised aggressiveness.

"second."

"I heard you can build things?"

"Bring out your Divine Hundred-Fold Craftsmanship."

"Please, give me your opinion..."