Calabash Fairy

That night, in Xiahe Village.

Yang Dongdong, who had been busy all day, was already fast asleep, but he would occasionally frown and struggle, clearly having a nightmare...

In the dream, Yang Dongdong and his two brothers were chopping firewood on the mountain with several other villagers when suddenly a pack of black wolves rushed out from the bushes on both sides and attacked them!

Fortunately, the group of burly men who had lived in the mountains for many years had long since developed an instinctive sense of vigilance. They were cautious all the way and noticed the anomaly immediately. They gathered together and quickly fled.

But this pack of wolves, whom they had never seen before, seemed extremely hungry and had no intention of letting them go. More than twenty black wolves chased after them, creating a dangerous situation.

"Yang Dongdong".

Yang Dongdong, who was running hard, suddenly heard a majestic voice and was momentarily stunned.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself in a misty, lush bamboo forest. The wolf pack and his companions had vanished. Only in front of him, a gourd with purple-gold cloud patterns hanging high on a gourd vine, was constantly emitting a warm golden light, dispelling his unease.

"Yang Dongdong, your second brother Yang Xiaochuan and the villagers of Hongmu Village were attacked by wolf demons on their way back to Xiahe Village. Although they are unharmed, they lost a lot of livestock, some people were seriously injured, and the goods could not be moved."

"Go east and find him."

Before Yang Dongdong could react, the surrounding mist enveloped him.

Inside the house, Yang Dongdong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Looking at the familiar house and his wife and child beside him, he slowly exhaled.

Yang Dongdong's wife, Bai, noticed her husband's movement and, half-asleep, asked:

"Hmm... what's wrong with you?"

Yang Dongdong was still a little shaken. After catching his breath for a moment, he finally came to his senses, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed, leaving Bai Shi somewhat puzzled.

"That dream I just had... was it the Mountain God appearing to me in my dream?!"

Yang Dongdong hurriedly put on her clothes while explaining:

"The mountain god appeared to me in a dream just now, saying that my second brother is in danger! I must hurry and call my father to get help to rescue him!"

Upon hearing this, Bai was immediately wide awake and quickly got out of bed to help her husband get dressed.

Before long, under the moonlight, the once quiet Xiahe Village was filled with the light of lights and bustling activity as each family contributed their resources and labor.

Before long, a group of people had gathered in the village. Yang Dongdong and more than twenty men, under the watchful eyes of the villagers, drove their respective horse-drawn carts and donkey carts, carrying herbs and dry rations, and torches, heading towards the forest to the east.

The villagers in the mountains have long since learned to unite, and they have always been able to help each other when one is in trouble.

Only by relying on everyone's collective strength and helping each other can they survive and thrive in these mountains to this day.

...........................

Three days later, at Qingfeng Mountain.

Fang Yan, who had just finished his cultivation, stood quietly in front of the mountain god temple, facing the sun.

It was from that direction that prayers and expressions of gratitude kept reaching Fang Yan's ears.

After surviving the ordeal last night, many people in Redwood Village became his followers, and some of their prayers could even reach Fang Yan's ears.

Judging from Fang Yan's experience of becoming a mountain god over the past few years, those who can do this must have reached a certain level of faith in him.

"Yang Dongdong and the others are traveling day and night and are getting closer and closer to Yang Xiaochuan and his group. They should meet up soon. Once this group is gathered, they will be safe."

"Hongmu Village has already begun preparations to relocate and merge into Xiahe Village, and several other villages are expected to follow suit. It seems that the 'divine objects' in these villages are indeed gradually losing their effectiveness..."

It wasn't that he intentionally listened to these things; a long time ago, when Yang Sheng offered incense and prayers to him, he had already expressed all his worries.

According to Yang Sheng, the people who entered the Ten Thousand Mountains were all descendants of refugees from five countries.

Back then, the five great human kingdoms in the southern region were constantly at war, and these villagers could no longer survive outside, so they entered the Ten Thousand Mountains, a place free from war and plague.

When they entered the mountains, the refugees encountered a Taoist priest who told them that the Ten Thousand Mountains were the territory of the demon race and a forbidden area for humans, and were extremely dangerous.

But those refugees who had experienced famine, plague, war and other hardships didn't care about such things. If they hadn't been unable to survive outside, they would never have wanted to go into the mountains.

At least in the mountains, no one will conscript laborers, steal food, or watch their family members starve or die of disease...

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest sighed as he looked at the exhausted and numb refugees. He still gave them several "divine objects" and told them that as long as they had these objects, ordinary monsters would not bother them.

Gradually, the refugees who fled into the mountains established one village after another with the help of the "divine object" and multiplied and thrived for nearly two hundred years. The current Xiahe Village is an example of this.

Out of curiosity, Fang Yan glanced at the "divine object".

The sacred object of Xiahe Village is a fiery red talisman.

[Demon-Suppressing Talisman: A demon-suppressing talisman drawn by Daoist Qingxuan with his own blood essence to protect the mountain people from evil spirits. The talisman's spiritual power is about to be exhausted....]

"Qingxuan Daoist has protected the mountain people for nearly two hundred years by drawing talismans with his own blood essence. I really want to meet him and see what kind of person he is..."

In fact, since his reincarnation, he has never met a human cultivator or immortal, and knows nothing about human cultivation.

Therefore, he didn't quite understand the demon-suppressing talisman, only knowing that if the talisman were still there, even Jun Heng would not want to approach the village.

Fang Yan stood atop the mountain, gazing at the distant forests with a distant look in his eyes. But just then, a very familiar aura suddenly appeared in his senses, pulling his scattered thoughts back.

Before long, a dark, eerie wind swept in from the horizon, and a large lump of mud mixed with various debris landed on the open ground in front of the earth god temple...

"Brother Fang, I've brought all the treasures!"

"Slap~~ Slap~~"

".........................."

Fang Yan stared at the clumps of silt constantly falling from the riverbed. He couldn't help but rub his forehead; the fishy and foul stench was already filling his nostrils...

In the sky, Jun Heng, who was holding a black-scaled bag and continuously pouring out the silt inside, grinned and said:

"There is a cave under the Baimajian River, and the entrance was sealed. Although I broke the seal, it also caused the silt at the bottom of the river to flow back in, so I simply collected the silt and treasure together."

"Splat~"

Just then, another clump of silt fell, and Fang Yan's expression suddenly changed slightly as he looked at the clump of silt with some surprise.

Just now, the Chaos Seed in his gourd space, which had never moved before, suddenly reacted. Something in this clump of mud was attracting his Chaos Seed...

A faint golden light flickered in Fang Yan's eyes. His divine eyes looked down and saw a broken, rusty sword blade trembling slightly in the mud.