Calabash Fairy

"Bang!!"

On a moonlit night with few stars, a huge black shadow suddenly fell in front of the mountain god temple, raising a cloud of dust.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Fang Yan's figure appeared outside the Mountain God Temple. He stared speechlessly at the enormous structure that completely filled the open space in front of the temple.

[Black Serpent (Dead): A thousand-year-old serpent demon that dwelled in White Horse Ravine. It possessed a trace of Bashe blood and was born with the supernatural power to swallow an elephant. It contained a demon core, extremely hard scales, and its blood contained potent spiritual poison. It was also skilled in using poisonous mist techniques.]

The Black Serpent had a triangular head, crimson vertical pupils, and lingering ferocity. Its body was much thicker than a water vat, reaching a length of a hundred feet. Its jet-black scales resembled menacing black rocks, and only a bloody hole was found at its seven-inch mark, from which purplish-red blood flowed gently.

Even though it was completely dead and lifeless, the lingering aura of the ancient demon still startled the animals in the mountains and forests.

Fang Yan waved his hand lightly, and a beam of earthy yellow light descended, enveloping the corpse of the Black Xuan Snake and completely concealing its aura.

"Brother Jun, what's wrong with you...?"

Jun Heng patted the snake scales and grinned at Fang Yan:

"I've brought you a gift! I was wondering why those two snake demons have been guarding White Horse Ravine every day; there really is treasure there!"

"I fought several battles with the two snake demons in Baimajian. In the end, I was more skilled, and with Brother Fang's Emerald Spirit Ointment as a help, I was not afraid of getting injured. That's when I found an opening and captured the black snake."

"It's a pity that the white snake still managed to escape. Brother Fang, keep this one for now! I'll come back to find you with more treasures later!"

After Junheng finished speaking, without waiting for Fang Yan's reply, his figure quickly transformed into a dark, demonic wind and disappeared into the distance under the moonlight.

"The corpse of a thousand-year-old demon is indeed a treasure trove."

"However, it seems there's not much use for it to me..."

Fang Yan shook his head helplessly, his gaze thoughtfully falling on the black snake.

This thing needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. If it's left here, people who come to offer incense will be terrified to see such a big thing in front of the mountain god temple.

It's out of the question that he'll be able to enter the Qingfeng Secret Realm. Not only is the Black Xuan Snake enormous, but its blood is also highly poisonous, and it would be a real problem if it damaged his plants.

For now, the only option seems to be to store it in a mountain cellar and deal with it later.

Fang Yan stomped his foot on the ground, and a burst of earthy yellow light rippled out from beneath his feet toward the open space in front of the mountain god temple.

Soon, the massive body of the Black Serpent sank slowly as if sinking into a quagmire in the earthy yellow light, and soon disappeared from sight. The trees and grass around it that had been crushed also quickly recovered under the influence of the earth's vein power.

After finishing all this, Fang Yan stretched and yawned towards the moonlight, then turned to go back to the temple to rest.

But just then, a series of prayers reached his ears from afar, gradually becoming clearer and turning into terrified screams!

"A...a monster...help...help me...Mountain God...my lord, Mountain God!!"

"Um?"

Fang Yan frowned slightly, looked towards the east of Qingfeng Mountain, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

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Four hundred miles east of Qingfeng Mountain, dozens of people were running for their lives through the forest.

"Run! Run!!"

"That monster is coming! Run!!!"

Even though their clothes were torn by branches and leaves and their bodies were covered in wounds, they dared not slow down at all!

Despite his fear and constant prayers, Yang Xiaochuan, who was leading the way for the group from Hongmu Village at the forefront, still shouted loudly:

"Let's go! This way!"

"Aww————"

Hearing the wolf howl that seemed to be right next to him, Yang Xiaochuan's eyes widened, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat poured down his back!

Even though they had abandoned everything and were running with all their might, the monster was getting closer and closer to them!

This monster! It's just playing with them...

Yang Xiaochuan felt a deep sense of despair, as if a gaping maw would descend from the sky at any moment and devour them all!

Deep within the forest, a pair of eerie green eyes watched the fleeing crowd with a mocking gaze. It slowly peeked out, revealing a massive, ferocious, jet-black wolf's head in the moonlight. Blood and flesh still clung to its mouth, and drops of crimson blood mixed with saliva dripped continuously...

Just then, the wolf demon suddenly felt a chill run down its back. It abruptly raised its head and saw a golden seal, over ten feet long and wide, shining with golden light above its head.

The wolf demon's eyes instantly filled with terror, as if a mountain was about to crush it, impossible to resist or escape! It was almost suffocating it!

The deadly threat caused the black wolf to instinctively unleash a burst of scarlet blood energy, and the tuft of fur on its forehead turned bright red, its aura surging!

But all the wolf demon did was in vain. The next moment, the golden seal transformed into a golden mountain and pressed down fiercely!

"boom!!!"

In an instant, the earth rumbled, and the wolf demon's figure vanished completely beneath the golden divine mountain...

"Ah!! What was that sound?!"

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

The violent tremors and roars caused the fleeing crowd to stumble and fall, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the golden mountain that was radiating light.

"Shan...Lord Mountain God?!"

Yang Xiaochuan looked at the Golden Divine Mountain and murmured to himself. After a moment, his expression was replaced by excitement!

It's the Mountain God!!!

The mountain god truly heard his prayers; they are saved today and can live!

The man beside him was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and hurriedly asked:

"Mountain God... Brother Xiaochuan, are you referring to the Mountain God of Qingfeng Mountain?"

Yang Xiaochuan's eyes were a little moist, his emotions surging with the joy of surviving the ordeal.

"That's right! Brother Xu, that must be the Mountain God! The Mountain God has come to save us!"

As Yang Xiaochuan spoke, he immediately bent down and knelt down repeatedly in the direction of the Golden Light Divine Mountain. Seeing this, the group of men around him also quickly knelt down and worshipped the divine mountain.

Before long, the golden mountain slowly dissipated, leaving behind a huge crater more than ten zhang long and wide, with a scarlet patch at the bottom...

Fang Yan stood on the treetop, retracted the Mountain God Seal in his hand, looked at the group kneeling in worship under the moonlight, and chuckled:

"It seems that the second son of the Yang family is incompatible with wolves. Last time he was chased by wild wolves in the mountains, and this time he has encountered a spirit."

"But this guy is really lucky. If he were any further away from Qingfeng Mountain, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hear his prayers."

Fang Yan stood on the treetop for a moment, watching the group get up and leave, before turning his gaze to the crimson stain in the deep pit.

"The Crimson Blood Wolves... I seem to recall Fellow Daoist Shu Yu mentioning them during a casual chat years ago. This race should live in the deeper parts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, so how come they suddenly appeared in my remote Qingfeng Mountain territory..."

"Furthermore, this is a wolf cub that has only recently become a spirit, and has not yet refined the transverse bone in its throat, so it cannot speak human language..."

Demons are born with a horizontal bone in their throats. Even if they become spirits, they must refine this bone before they can speak human language. Those who have not yet refined the bone are mostly insignificant little demons.

"Could something have happened to this tribe...?"

Fang Yan looked thoughtful, but he had no clue what to do, so he had no choice but to return to Qingfeng Mountain.

Compared to the Crimson Wolf Clan, he was more excited about the treasures of White Horse Gorge that Jun Heng had mentioned.