We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?

At the critical moment, Xiao Mo recited a poem.

Follow your words.

The water droplets gathered in response, instantly condensing into a waterfall that crashed down, intercepting the deadly sword light.

“Xiao Mo, you are about to die. What is your relationship with this snake demon? Don’t you even care about your reputation after death?” Wei Yuan stood aside and looked coldly at Xiao Mo.

In truth, Wei Yuan greatly admired Xiao Mo.

As a minister, he rose to the position of prime minister, second only to the emperor.

As an official, he did many things for the people. His two books, "The Agricultural Book of the North and South" and "The Essential Techniques of Water Conservancy in Qi," have benefited countless generations.

Xiao Mo was already known as a saint in the mortal world.

Such a mortal saint would actually help the demon race to transform into a dragon.

Could it be that he doesn't know that the human race and the demon race have a long-standing feud that has reached the point of irreconcilable conflict?

His life was spotless, so why did he taint his own reputation on his deathbed?

"The name after death?" Xiao Mo tucked his sleeves in, looking like an ordinary old scholar. "Wei Shanshen, compared to the name after death, this old man cares more about the person in front of me."

"Very well! Prime Minister Xiao! Then please don't blame me for being rude!"

Knowing he couldn't persuade him otherwise, Wei Yuan said no more.

Gai Sanqiu took a step forward and swung the Dragon Binding Lock in his hand.

The chains, as if awakened by a spirit, shot swiftly along the river, cleaving through layers of raging waves, and aimed directly at the white python's waist.

However, Xiao Mo had already arrived. His toes seemed to casually step down, but he precisely stepped on the chain.

The vicious chain, like a python being strangled at its vital point, twisted and struggled futilely on the river surface, unable to advance an inch further!

At the same time, Bai Ruxue swam towards Xiao Mo, trying to help him.

Xiao Mo didn't even turn his head; he simply waved his sleeve.

In an instant, the river behind him surged back up, transforming into a crystal-clear water barrier that blocked her way.

"Ru Xue, let's go now."

Xiao Mo transmitted his voice to Bai Ruxue.

But Bai Ruxue had no intention of leaving.

"Ru Xue, have you forgotten what I told you?" Xiao Mo asked gently.

Bai Ruxue was stunned for a moment, recalling the lesson Xiao Mo had given her.

After a moment's hesitation, Bai Ruxue turned and plunged into the river, swimming away into the distance.

Letting the upstream river water crash against her snake body, Bai Ruxue only wanted to go faster, faster!

Once you cross the Chunsong River, these two mountain and river gods will be powerless against you.

Xiao Mo no longer needs to fight them.

Xiao Mo wouldn't have gotten hurt.

As he watched Bai Ruxue "go against the current," Xiao Mo's lips curled into a smile.

With a thought, the ink-black dragon formed from the fortune of the mountains and rivers, the incense offerings of the people, and the fortune of literature and Taoism bit tightly into the dragon-binding lock under Xiao Mo's feet, and then with a forceful pull, it splashed out a giant wave several meters high.

Gai Sanqiu still wanted to use his sword to stop the white snake and kill it on the spot.

But the dark dragon broke through the waves and crashed into him, its dark claws gripping his wrist tightly.

Gai Sanqiu controlled the river with his mind.

The river water condensed into streams that rushed towards Bai Ruxue.

Bai Ruxue didn't care at all.

She lashed out with her long tail, smashing one water dragon, then crashed into another and shattered it, before continuing to swim forward.

Although Gai Sanqiu, as the river god, can control the Chunsong River to a certain extent, there are indeed limits to it.

Otherwise, the human mortal dynasties would have long since been free from floods.

After expending a great deal of the mountain and river's fortune, Gai Sanqiu was still unable to stop the white python and could only give up, letting it swim forward.

"Oh, Xiao Mo."

Wei Yuan sighed, it was unclear whether he was lamenting the passing of the white python or feeling sorry for Xiao Mo's collusion with the demon race, which had tarnished his reputation for decades.

"Enough, enough. Let His Majesty decide."

Wei Yuan shook his head, waved his hand, and a memorial turned into a golden light, flying towards the imperial city.

After two sticks of incense.

Chang Kui, the director of the Imperial Observatory, seemed to sense something and looked north. A golden light was flying towards the Imperial Palace.

Chang Kui pointed and blocked the golden light, and a memorial fell into his hand.

Chang Kui dared not delay and hurriedly went to the Imperial Study.

"Your Majesty, there is a memorial from Wei Yuan, the mountain god of Changqing Mountain." Chang Kui bowed and presented the memorial with both hands.

The Qi emperor gestured to the eunuch beside him.

Eunuch Zhao quickly took the memorial and handed it to His Majesty.

The emperor spread out the memorials, and as he read them, his brows furrowed.

Those complex eyes seemed to hold both surprise and disbelief.

"You two take a look." The Qi ruler tossed the memorial into the arms of Eunuch Zhao.

Eunuch Zhao quickly took the memorial and looked at it with Chang Kui.

After reading it, their expressions became complicated.

"What are your opinions, you two?" the Qi ruler asked.

"This old servant dares not presume to discuss state affairs," Eunuch Zhao immediately knelt down.

"Chang Kui, what do you think?" Qi Zhu looked at the Director of the Observatory.

Chang Kui thought for a moment and said, "Humans and demons are inherently irreconcilable enemies. The old prime minister's actions are indeed somewhat inappropriate."

“It is indeed inappropriate. If I do nothing, I fear the world and the other nine dynasties will have objections.”

The ruler of Qi nodded.

"By imperial decree, Wang Wei, the Prefect of Qingzhou, Xu Shangao, the Prefect of Beihaizhou, and Zhuge Qing, the Prefect of Jizhou, are to go and strangle the white serpent!"

As soon as the ruler finished speaking, Eunuch Zhao and Chang Kui exchanged a glance.

Wang Wei, Xu Shangao, and Zhuge Qing were all the prized students of Prime Minister Xiao.

His Majesty sent the three of them to go.

The ruler of Qi sighed and looked in the direction of the Spring Pine River.

"Xiangfu was strict with himself throughout his life and devoted himself to the State of Qi."

Now, the Prime Minister is about to return to dust.

Let the Prime Minister indulge himself this once.

Let's also send his three most prized disciples to see him off on his final journey."

Chapter 77 Soul Scattered? Soul Scattered, Good or Bad

After Bai Ruxue swam across the Chunsong River and entered the Luo River, Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan indeed did not pursue her further.

As gods of mountains, rivers, and streams, they cannot leave their own territory.

Now that the white snake has left, they have no way to continue enforcing the law.

"Please forgive me, gentlemen."

Xiao Mo waved his sleeve, dissolving the long, dark dragon, and bowed to Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan.

Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan stood up, looking at this mortal saint with complicated expressions.

"Xiao Mo, you've accumulated a lifetime's worth of incense offerings and the fortune of your land, only to use it all on a mere white snake. Do you really think it was worth it?"

Gai Sanqiu asked.

Although Gai Sanqiu had little contact with Xiao Mo, he only caught a glimpse of him from afar when Xiao Mo arrived at Chunsong River.

But he respected this man who had devoted his life to the people.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "As long as it's for something you care about, then it's worth it."

"You, with your mortal body, interfere with the transformation of the demon race into dragons. You can stop us now, but what about later?"

The more you consume the fortune of mountains and rivers, the lower your cultivation level will be.

This white python possesses an extraordinary talent, and countless sects have already set their sights on it.

When the fortune of the mountains and rivers is exhausted, will your strength be comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Can you really help her?

"Don't end up with your soul scattered and destroyed."

Wei Yuan offered his final words of advice.

Xiao Mo nodded: "I know, but I'll help if I can, anyway, this old man is going to die soon."

"Sigh," Wei Yuan sighed heavily, angrily waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Gai Sanqiu: "Xiao Mo, don't let your soul be scattered. At least let you have an afterlife."

Xiao Mo smiled and bowed respectfully, saying, "I will do my best."

Gai Sanqiu also bowed to Xiao Mo before finally dissolving into the river.

After the two mountain and river gods left, Xiao Mo turned around and looked in the direction of the Luo River.

Xiao Mo took a step forward and stepped into the sky above the Luo River.

This is the last stretch of road left.

The fortune of the mountains and rivers should be enough.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared again over the Luo River.

As Bai Ruxue traveled to the middle of the river, the thunder in the sky grew increasingly violent, as if it wanted to tear the entire sky apart.

"Another python that roams the river."

A stretch of Luo River poured into the air.

This section of the Luo River is as if it has been carved by a knife and axe, with the excess parts removed, finally forming the shape of a woman.

The woman's name was Meng Qianqian.

Rumor has it that Meng Qianqian is the younger sister of the founding ancestor of the Qi Kingdom.

At the time, the State of Qi was beset by internal and external troubles. Meng Qianqian married into the Northern Mang Kingdom in order to seek temporary development through marriage alliance.

In Beiman, Meng Qianqian completely gained the trust of the ruler of Beiman with her outstanding appearance, knowledge, and eloquence.

The two countries have been at peace for a long time, and Meng Qianqian has made an indelible contribution to this.

However, the two countries eventually went to war, and when Beiman attacked into the Luo River, they were ambushed by the State of Qi.

The person who provided the intelligence was naturally Meng Qianqian.

The ruler of Beiman died in the Luo River, and Beiman suffered a great defeat.

The ruler of Qi wanted to bring his sister back home.

However, Meng Qianqian said that she had already fulfilled her loyalty to the State of Qi, and now she should also fulfill her duty to her husband.

Meng Qianqian threw herself into the Luo River, and the people were deeply moved, building temples to worship her.

The King of Qi bestowed upon Meng Qianqian the title of Goddess of the Luo River.