Shulong Daojun

Li Ye understood, smiled slightly, took the robe with both hands, and put it on.

Once everything was arranged, with a thought, the body would change in height and weight.

After a short while, it had already transformed into a desolate and murky form.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a few moments of familiarity, adopted a nonchalant expression, then chuckled and said with his hands behind his back, "Fellow Daoists, do you think I bear a resemblance?"

Without hesitation, the three immortals of Yankang stepped forward to examine him closely, their brows furrowing slightly. Then, based on their impressions, each offered a few suggestions.

After a moment's thought, Li Ye changed his mind as instructed.

Before long, his words and actions had already captured seven or eight parts of his spirit.

After the three of them nodded with smiles, he turned to look at Cang Hun.

Cang Hun stared intently for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and took the sect leader's jade token hanging from his waist.

Immediately, the illusory image of the Demon King appeared and disappeared, communicating with heaven and earth, drawing in a wisp of the aura of the end, injecting a stream of magic power, inserting it into the jade token, and then casually sealing it.

After finishing, he handed the jade token to Li Ye and said calmly, "Take this and keep it; it contains the power of one of my attacks."

Once we reach the clouds, without further ado, we will immediately activate the power and give them a taste of their power.

Those Taoists have rules ingrained in their every word and deed, so they will surely swallow their anger and ask questions again.

"At that time, you should respond accordingly, please them, and buy them time."

After saying that, he brought over two avatars that were different in appearance and only had aura, and instructed the earth immortals of the Yan Kang lineage to inject magic power to activate them, and then handed them over to Li Ye.

Cang Hun smiled at everyone and said, "Gentlemen, after a long period of preparation, the time for harvest has finally come. Let's proceed according to plan."

Furthermore, that disciple named Lu Xu, let's begin as well.

Li Ye and the others obeyed the order, immediately flicked their sleeves, and with sweeping movements, headed towards the clouds.

Cang Hun, along with the two Earth Immortals, used the cover to descend towards Qingwu City.

......

On the outskirts of the city, Lin Shu patrolled his territory as usual, killing a disciple of the Demonic Sect with his palm and demanding to know the location of the missing landowner.

Suddenly, a trembling, bewildered earth spirit in blue robes appeared before him, swallowed hard, and cried out:

"Reporting to the Venerable Master Xianyou, I have important matters to report."

The power of the Scaled Book Divine Position descended upon him, soothingly saying, "Speak frankly."

Sensing the changes within himself, the blue-robed earth spirit felt somewhat reassured. He then took out a dark black invitation from his robes and explained in detail:

"A disciple of the Demonic Sect named Lu Xu sent a message through his subordinates, stating that he only requested the Manifestation of the Righteous God and would attend the birthday banquet alone in the southern suburbs of the city after one incense stick's time."

If someone declines to attend or arrives late, the missing landowners under their jurisdiction will be used as food and drink at the banquet, and they will all eat it all.

Having said that, he quickly handed over the invitation, not daring to hold onto it any longer.

Lin Shu's gaze fell upon the invitation, where the nearly full of the character for "longevity" was strikingly conspicuous.

Without hesitation, he took the invitation and put it in his sleeve. Then he looked at the trembling blue-clad earth god and said calmly, "I already know about this matter. Thank you for delivering the message."

"Go and rest with Qi Zheng Shen for now. Just say it's my order."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew a wisp of pure incense from within the divine seat, which fell into the hands of the blue-robed earth god. He then vanished from the spot.

The land deity in green robes had not expected this. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly put away the incense. After looking around for a moment, he left as Lin Shu instructed.

In the rear hall of the main temple, Lin Shu unfolded a birthday greeting card, gazed at it for a moment, and then felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

The contents recorded therein were exactly the same as what the blue-robed local deity had said.

The eighteen missing land deities were transformed into a dish called "Zheng Shen's Bone-Splitting Meat".

They emphasize deboning and removing the meat, cooking it fresh on the spot, for the sake of freshness.

The words on the sticker were very polite, making the guest feel right at home.

But it was a trap.

Although the decision to go or not is up to oneself, there is a sense that one is not in control of one's own destiny.

"As the righteous god of a city, I govern the water, soil, climate, and living beings within my territory; I am the parent of this land."

Now that something has happened on the land within our jurisdiction, how can we ignore it?

Lin Shu murmured to himself, put away the birthday invitation in his hand, and was already thinking about attending the banquet.

This time, it wasn't that he was confident he could escape unscathed, but rather that, being in his position, he had to fulfill his duties, responsibilities, and responsibilities.

Who is unaware of the danger? Who is not afraid of impending doom?

Yet countless people willingly, wholeheartedly, and resolutely embark on this journey.

His thoughts and actions are nothing more than those of countless others.

However, Lin Shu did not set off immediately. Instead, he lit several sticks of incense and sent a message to Qi Yannian and the others:

"Quickly summon all the land within the jurisdiction of Qingwu City, have them hide deep within the earth veins, conceal their aura, and gather near the earth veins in the southern suburbs of the city."

Later, in the name of the Manifestation God of Qingwu City, I will grant him the authority to control the ley lines in the vicinity of the city.

From this moment on, within half an hour, if no divine thought is transmitted back after the time limit, the surrounding earth veins will be triggered to surge back towards the earth veins in the southern suburbs of the city, causing backflow, collapse, and burying of mountains and land.

Execute immediately, without error.

After finishing, Lin Shu closed his eyes and concentrated, communicating with the position of "Qingwu City Manifestation God" in his mind, opening up the control authority over the earth veins in the southern suburbs of the city, and attaching the thought that only the gods belonging to Qingwu City could mobilize it.

Once everything was ready, he closed the birthday invitation in his hand, straightened his clothes, smiled faintly, and walked alone towards the southern outskirts of the city.

A short while later, they arrived.

A tall canopy rose from the ground, resembling a giant mouth, with two lanterns bearing the character "寿" (longevity) hanging at the entrance.

Inside were several tables of food and drink, where a group of demonic sect disciples were drinking and chatting with a group of green-robed local deities.

Each person was accompanied by a beautiful woman in a light veil, who would massage their back and shoulders or add wine and food to their plate, making them feel very comfortable and happy.

Several other locals looked reserved and remained silent, neither touching their chopsticks nor drinking alcohol.

Upon seeing this, Lin Shu was momentarily stunned and felt as if he had come to the wrong place.

But upon seeing Lu Xu repeatedly offering toasts, he sighed inwardly: "We've come this far, there's no turning back. We might as well go in for a feast and see what's going on."

As soon as he took a step, a figure suddenly appeared before him.

The newcomer was a refined-looking man with a faint smile on his face. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

When they were three or four steps apart, he stopped and said with a smile, "I suppose you must be Lin Shu, the disciple of that Taoist priest."

The birthday banquet has just begun. The food and wine are warm; please help yourselves without being shy.

Lin Shu frowned slightly, unsure of the person's intentions. After a moment's thought, he asked:

"May I ask how this fellow Daoist from the Demonic Sect should be addressed?"

"Oh? Me?" Cang Hun asked with a slight doubt, his smile widening. "Cang Hun, the sect leader of the Longhan Cangming Sect of the Holy Sect, is the one celebrating his birthday at this banquet."

Young friend, have you remembered this?

After saying this, he slowly walked towards the high shed, casually uttering a sentence:

"Young friend, you've come from afar. Please come inside and have a seat, lest others see us and say that I, Cang, am ignorant of hospitality."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu's heart sank. He glanced at the tall shed three or four times before finally letting out a bitter laugh.

After a short while, he took a deep breath and stepped forward: "I have accepted the invitation from Sect Master Cang."