One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

"What brings you here? I remember you said you were going into seclusion for a hundred years after you were injured last time."

Chang Zaitian chuckled softly, and with a flick of his sleeve, an ice bridge stretched from the water to the island.

He walked slowly over, his gaze lingering on the unconscious Liao Huzi for a moment, then sweeping over Guan Shihua, and finally landing on Grandma Bai.

"Seclusion is a pretense; the real purpose is to travel far away."

Chang Zaitian said.

"I went to Japan, does Sister Bai know?"

Grandma Bai's sharp thorns stood up, showing her vigilance.

"Japan? What are you going there for?"

Chang Zaitian spread his arms triumphantly, his dark green robe fluttering even without wind.

"The Ise Grand Shrine has bestowed upon me the title of God and granted me a divine position. The Japanese are far more respectful of us immortals than the people of the Central Plains."

Upon hearing this, Guan Shihua's expression changed drastically.

She quietly took a half step back, her fingers already gripping a talisman.

Chang Zaitian seemed to have noticed her movements, and his cold gaze immediately swept over her.

"This young lady from the Guan family seems to have a problem with me?"

He asked with a half-smile.

Grandma Bai moved her massive body at the opportune moment, blocking Chang Zaitian's view.

"The child doesn't understand, please don't take it to heart."

At the same time, she gently wagged her tail with her back to Guan Shihua, signaling her to calm down.

Chang Zaitian snorted and ignored Guan Shihua, turning instead to speak earnestly to Grandma Bai.

"Sister Bai, I came back this time to invite you to go to Japan with me. With your cultivation level, you can at least obtain a high-ranking god position there, which is much better than cultivating hard in these deep mountains and forests."

Grandma Bai remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"I'm old and don't want to get involved in these worldly affairs. Changbai Mountain is nice and peaceful."

Chang Zaitian's smile froze.

"Sister Bai, times have changed. The Japanese are preparing to join forces with the Hieisan Ninja Clan and the Quanxing Sect to deal with the supernatural beings in Bincheng first. When that happens, the entire Liaodong region will be transformed."

Upon hearing this, Guan Shihua could no longer hold back.

"So you really are in cahoots with the Japanese pirates!"

Chang Zaitian's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was about to lash out when Grandma Bai suddenly let out a low roar.

The roar wasn't loud, but it shook the entire lake, and Chang Zaitian's ice bridge shattered instantly.

"Young Master Chang, you have no right to be so insolent in my presence."

Chapter 282 The Madman

Grandma Bai's voice became incredibly majestic, and milky-white Qi began to circulate around her.

Chang Zaitian's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his smile.

"Sister Bai, you misunderstand. I just felt that with your cultivation level, you shouldn't be buried in these deep mountains."

Grandma Bai remained unmoved.

Everyone has their own ambitions. I have no interest in your affairs.

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Chang Zaitian's tone gradually turned cold.

"Sister Bai, do you know that the acting leader of Quanxing has agreed to cooperate? They want to use the Japanese pirates to overthrow the world. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Full sex?"

Grandma Bai chuckled.

"Would those lunatics cooperate with others?"

"It's precisely because they're crazy that their actions are so unpredictable."

Chang Zaitian explained.

"That acting sect leader said that the more chaotic the world is, the more suitable it is for the development of Quanxing."

Grandma Bai shook her head.

"Chang Zaitian, heed my advice: do not concern yourself with worldly affairs. Cultivation as an immortal is not easy; why create trouble for yourself?"

Chang Zaitian's smile vanished completely, and he stared coldly at Grandma Bai.

"It seems Sister Bai is determined not to give me face?"

"Please come back."

Grandma Bai directly told them to leave.

Chang Zaitian suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good, very good! Sister Bai, I hope you won't regret your decision today."

After saying that, he transformed into a huge, dark green python and disappeared into the lake.

The lake surface returned to calm, but the atmosphere remained tense.

Guan Shihua breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that her back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Great-grandmother, he..."

Grandma Bai waved her paws.

"No need to say more. Chang Zaitian's heart is crooked, and he will reap what he sows sooner or later."

She turned to Guan Shihua.

What you just heard is very important.

Guan Shihua nodded solemnly.

"The Hieiyama ninja clan and the Quanxing sect are colluding with Japanese pirates. This is big news. I must spread it immediately."

She took out a yellowed piece of yin-yang paper from her bosom, bit her finger, and wrote quickly on it.

Strangely, the blood-written words turned black as soon as they touched the paper, and then gradually disappeared.

"Chen Qi and Wugensheng will both receive the message."

After Guan Shihua finished writing, she folded the paper into a paper crane, and with a gentle blow, the paper crane turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

Grandma Bai watched all this with approval in her eyes.

"Guan's daughter has grown up and is now more methodical in her actions."

Guan Shihua gave a bitter smile.

"Great-Grandma, you flatter me. The situation is complicated right now, and we need to prepare early."

Grandma Bai gazed into the distance, her amber eyes reflecting the setting sun.

"Yes, the weather has changed..."

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in an ancient imperial mausoleum, a young man dressed in a tattered Taoist robe is leading a group of people through a complex Qi formation.

Suddenly, a piece of yin-yang paper in his arms became hot.

The young man—namely Wugensheng—stopped and took out the paper to examine it.

A moment later, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, really interesting."

0 ······Requesting flowers··· ·········

He muttered to himself, then handed the paper to the person next to him.

"It seems we need to speed up our plans."

At another secret hideout, Chen Qi received the same message.

He stared at the words "Hiraiyama Ninja Clan" and "Quanxing" on the paper, his eyes gleaming sharply.

"Pass down the order: all personnel to be on high alert."

He said to his assistant beside him.

"A storm is coming."

Snowflakes fell softly, but Chen Qi's cloth shoes left no trace on the snow.

... .. ...

He suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed slightly, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—someone was watching him.

It wasn't the benevolent gaze of a patriarch, but rather a spying.

Chen Qi pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his left hand forming the Meridian Seal, and golden light swirled in his eyes.

The snow curtain transformed into crisscrossing threads in his eyes, a projection of the interior scene.

"Japanese techniques?"

Chen Qi sneered.

He clearly saw several red threads, reeking of blood, trying to entangle his fate, with the ends of the threads extending southeast.

Interspersed among the red lines are the unique prayer sounds of Shintoism, and the characters "Amaterasu" can be vaguely discerned.

The Dongfeng Greatsword vibrated as it was drawn from its sheath.

The sword has an ancient and simple design, yet it gleams with a cold light that seems out of place with modern weapons.

Chen Qi stepped into the Nine Palaces Formation, and the tip of his sword drew a complete Qimen formation on the snow.

The moment the eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun—lit up, his swordplay suddenly changed.

"One sword separates the worlds!"

The sword light cascaded like a silver river. It didn't strike at physical objects, but rather at the causal threads unseen by mortals.

Chapter 283 The Ceremony of Divine Descent

The moment the red thread snapped, Chen Qi heard the sound of shattering glass coming from deep within the interior.

When several particularly thick red lines broke, they splashed out a dark red liquid resembling blood, which sizzled as it fell onto the snow.

"To use the power of the gods to spy?"

Chen Qi sheathed his sword and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"They're certainly willing to invest heavily."

He gazed southeast, where dark clouds churned and flashes of lightning could be faintly seen.

The severed causal lines are writhing wildly in the interior, like a decapitated snake.

Chen Qi knew that the spy must be feeling terrible right now.

Inside the secret chamber of Ise Grand Shrine, the "623" water curtain suddenly shattered. The chief priest's white hunting robe was stained dark red, and he staggered back three steps, knocking over the lacquer table enshrining Amaterasu Omikami.

The shimenawa (sacred rope) on the shrine was broken in one go, and the wooden shrine tablet cracked, oozing a liquid that looked like blood.

"grown ups!"

The middle-aged man who was guarding the door rushed in in a panic.

The chief priest raised his hand to stop him and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"It's alright... I just didn't expect..."

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"There is such a person in Longhu Mountain."

The remaining fragments of the water curtain reflected the final image—a sword light that cleaved through cause and effect in the snow.