Please control me, my divine being!

They were covered in a thick aura of blood, clearly having just experienced a bloody battle.

"Miss Shen, the weasels along the way have all gone mad, and there are also some messengers outside, which has caused us a lot of delays," Old Master Yu explained, holding a dirty whisk in his hand.

Shen Cishuang tossed the cloth-wrapped head away: "It doesn't matter. This is Qin Hongshi's head. You can take it to Yuyang City and get a normal Daoist certificate without any problem. I have things to do here, so I won't go with you."

The four men's eyes lit up.

For independent practitioners, the importance of Taoist scriptures is self-evident.

With the ten major Daoist lineages ruling the world, there are not many paths for independent cultivators unless they come from a prestigious family or sect.

The Daoist register is an identity issued by the Mountain and River Temple God and the Celestial Master's Wondrous Method, two Daoist sects that occupy the vast and prosperous Central Plains, in order to recruit rogue cultivators.

Those who acquire this identity can complete tasks, accumulate contributions, and exchange for various resources within the two major Dao lineages.

In other words, there is an opportunity to serve the two major Daoist sects like slaves, and this opportunity is not something that can be obtained easily.

Many people want to work like slaves but have no way of doing so.

One must first prove one's abilities before having the opportunity to obtain a Taoist certificate.

For example, Master Yu and Granny He have been living in Lianshan City for most of their lives, but they are still "wild cultivators" who are not registered in the Taoist community. Orthodox cultivators can "slay demons and eliminate evil" against them at any time, not to mention the Fan brothers who entered the profession by chance.

"Where is Miss Li?" Granny He asked with a gloomy expression.

Shen Cishuang pointed underwater: "She's off on something big, she's not one of you. If you don't want to die, you'd better get out of here."

The four of them stared at the constantly spinning whirlpool, feeling a chill, and had no intention of going down into it.

Growing up on the banks of the Zhuo River, they had worshipped the River God countless times, but always at the incense-filled altar, facing the cold, lifeless statue.

When they actually faced this mortal god, they didn't even have the courage to fight.

The Fan brothers looked hesitant.

Because of their shared Daoist path, the two were of one mind and even spoke in unison: "Many people are kneeling and worshipping outside Huangxian Hall. I am worried that the Huang family will use evil methods. In that case, all these people in the city will only lose their lives in vain."

Shen Cishuang glanced at the two of them: "They're all doomed. The Huang family wants to turn this place into a turbid wasteland, completely seize this city, and expand the territory of the North. Even if the Wu Dynasty can take it back later, the people here will all die."

Hurry up and leave, or you won't be able to escape.

Go to Yuyang City. Chen Xiangu is kind-hearted. You can get a Daoist certificate by relying on Lushan. Maybe you can even go to Jiang'an to participate in the Dragon King Festival. That is a major event concerning your Daoist path.

This is what I promised you before.

Although you are late, I keep my word.

The Fan brothers had just entered the path of cultivation and were completely baffled by what Shen Cishuang was saying.

Yu Daoren and Granny He, having been in the cultivation world for a long time, understood some of it, and their expressions changed slightly.

They already knew that the woman in front of them came from an extraordinary background and had far more knowledge than they did. Moreover, the profession of "storyteller" was known for its extensive knowledge, well-informed information, and eloquence.

"Does the Wu Dynasty not care about the people here?" Yu Daoren asked with a pained tone.

Shen Cishuang sneered, "The Wu Dynasty is so big, and the world is even bigger. How can it possibly manage everything? Besides, for those in power, this kind of thing is just a minor ailment."

Granny He pulled Yu Daoren aside, telling him to shut up, and then asked, "Miss Shen, this old woman has one last question, hoping for your answer."

I've heard from the elders in my family since I was a child that the Dragon King Festival was originally held once every hundred years, and then once every sixty years.

Later it was changed to thirty years and then ten years.

Now it's almost once a year. Why is that? And what are the circumstances surrounding it?

Shen Cishuang pondered for a moment and said, "This matter involves many things and has a wide scope. I don't know the whole story. However, the commentary in Wanshilou on this matter is: 'When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.'"

Since you don't have any other options, why not give it a try?

Especially now, with the northern lands invading the borders, Lushan emerging, barbarian witches causing trouble, and ghosts lurking in the South Seas, it is a time of great turmoil.

If you're looking to seize opportunities, Jiang'an is undoubtedly a safer option.

The four men were filled with mixed emotions. Seeing the whirlpool spinning faster and faster and the commotion in the city growing more intense, they knew that staying any longer would be even more dangerous.

It's still unknown which deity is in charge of Huang Xiantang.

When two tigers fight, they are nothing more than ants that are easily killed.

The four men hurriedly carried Qin Hongshi's head and crawled along the ground from the edge of the cave.

The total distance is over twenty meters, with many places to use as leverage, so it is not difficult for a cultivator's physical fitness.

Shen Cishuang withdrew her gaze and continued to stare at the underwater area, waiting quietly.

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, forming a waterspout, and the invisible pressure was almost suffocating.

At that very moment, a deafening roar erupted!

The enormous tentacles, like vines stretching out from the deep earth, shot skyward and instantly pierced the ground.

This tentacle, composed of the corpses of fish and shrimp, weasels, human remains and bones, and some kind of flowing black gelatinous substance, seems to be agitated and is flapping wildly.

"Wow, it really can hurt that thing! Even if it's on its last breath, it's still a genuine god. I wonder which side this girl is on."

Shen Cishuang's eyes were quite interesting. She quickly took out a piece of white paper from her pocket and then took out a sheep hair brush from the hidden compartment of the folding fan.

She dipped her brush in blood and immediately wrote on the paper: "On the banks of the turbid river, a water demon stirs up raging waves; in the desolate town, a female knight calms the storm."

Continuing from the previous episode.

A tributary of the turbid river, where fallen gods are used by the Dharma teachings...

In a matter of moments, she wrote with divine inspiration and lightning speed.

It was more like the pen itself was moving, pulling her arm and leaving large patches of ink on the white paper.

After finishing writing, she picked up her pen and left the words "curtain roller" at the bottom of the page.

Then fold the paper in half to make a paper crane, and let it fly towards the dark sky.

Shortly after the paper crane flew away, the commotion beneath the water's surface reached its peak.

Countless dancing tentacles pierced the ground and shot into the sky, while the surging water rose into waves, one after another crashing against the cave walls on both sides.

Shen Cishuang looked up.

High and far in the sky, the black mist lingered and did not dissipate.

Suddenly, a wisp of pale yellow smoke began to spread. At first, the yellow smoke moved very slowly, but after hitting the wind, its speed increased dramatically.

"The divine card is about to appear, and everyone is preparing to make their move. I wonder who it will fall into." She couldn't help but clench her pen tightly.

The next moment, the water surface exploded.

Pang Ziyue's figure broke through the dark river water, entangled by several tentacles.

Behind her, a young girl, her body enveloped in the scent of incense, stood on a semi-transparent evil spirit and slashed at the twisted figure in front of her.

Each tendril disintegrated.

The girl gripped the wood-chopping knife with both hands in reverse, and with ghostly speed, she appeared in front of Pang Ziyue and stabbed it towards her heart.

Pfft!

From the deep, dark bottom of the turbid river came a mournful cry like that of a whale.

The world suddenly fell silent. The wildly thrashing tentacles lost their power in an instant and collapsed limply. The water level in the turbid riverbed plummeted, revealing large swaths of corpses.

Pang Ziyue's body, which had already turned into water, exploded with a bang, and a light rain slowly fell from the gloomy sky of Lianshan City.

Seeing the broken tentacles scattered on the ground and Pang Ziyue's body torn to pieces, Shen Cishuang breathed a sigh of relief, muttered "idiot" under her breath, and then turned her gaze to the girl.