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

The Grand Master's fingers trembled; the sword's momentum had clearly reached the realm of "severing fate."

He calculated with his fingers, his face growing increasingly grim.

“At least fifty years of cultivation…no, possibly longer.”

The chief priest suddenly widened his eyes.

"Wait, how could his destiny be related to the fate of the nation?"

The middle-aged man handed over a warm towel.

"His Majesty the Emperor requests that you preside over the Tokyo Grand Festival next week. As for the Prime Minister..."

"idiot!"

The chief priest suddenly flew into a rage.

"Is now the time to be thinking about this?"

He pointed eastward, panting heavily.

"Go check the list of the 65th generation disciples of Longhu Mountain, focusing on those over fifty years old who are skilled in swordsmanship!"

Seeing his subordinate hesitate to speak, the Grand Master added with a gloomy face.

"Over there at Bihe Mountain..."

"The leader still refuses to make a clear statement."

The middle-aged man lowered his head.

They said they would see our sincerity.

The chief priest sneered and took out a brocade pouch from his robes, throwing it over.

"Give this to them. Also..."

He lowered his voice.

"Prepare the ritual for the divine descent. I need to know exactly what that Taoist priest severed."

On the snow, Chen Qi suddenly frowned.

The aftershocks of the collapse of the causal line were more intense than he had anticipated, and muffled thunder could be faintly heard from the southeastern horizon.

He did some quick calculations with his fingers, and his expression changed slightly.

"He's not dead yet?"

That was unexpected.

Although "A Sword Separates Worlds" was not used at full strength, an ordinary sorcerer would lose at least ten years of lifespan if struck by it.

"To be able to borrow the power of the gods to block the backlash..." Chen Qi narrowed his eyes.

"The Shinto Grand Priest?"

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it. The route map Guan Shihua had given him was still warm in his arms, pointing towards White Fairy Valley.

Chen Qi suddenly thought of an interesting question—what would happen if he used "One Sword Separates Worlds" to cleave the giant fireball in the inner realm?

"My cultivation level isn't high enough..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, his figure gradually fading into the snow.

The mist in Baixian Valley is imbued with spirituality...

As soon as Chen Qi stepped into the valley, the milky white mist automatically parted to form a path.

The roadside bushes rustled, and a small, snow-white animal emerged.

"Bai Xian?"

Chen Qi squatted down. The little hedgehog actually had a human-like expression, its black bean eyes darting around as it looked him over. Suddenly, it stood up on its hind legs and bowed with its front paws.

"Please show me the way."

Chen Qi took out a pill from his sleeve and placed it on the ground.

The little hedgehog sniffed the pill, happily picked it up, and hopped ahead to lead the way.

The fog grew thicker, yet strangely it did not obstruct vision.

Chen Qi noticed that many white fairies were squatting on the tree trunks along the way, holding small items such as pine cones and wild fruits.

The further in you go, the larger the white fairies become. By the time you reach the volcanic lake, there are already several white fairies the size of yellow dogs squatting by the roadside.

The scene on the island in the middle of the lake made Chen Qi raise an eyebrow.

The white-haired grandmother, about the size of a van, was exhaling milky-white qi, which was wrapped around several wounded soldiers.

Chen Qi immediately recognized Lu Jin's traces of the Minghun Technique, as well as the aftershocks of Lü Ci's signature 3.9 Ruyi Force.

"Senior Brother Chen!"

Feng Ping was the first to notice him and excitedly tried to get up, but Bai Qi pressed him back into place.

Grandma Bai turned around and stared at Chen Qi.

"Who is this..."

Fengping eagerly answered.

"The 65th generation chief disciple of Longhu Mountain! A direct descendant of the Celestial Master! His Taoist name is Tiantong! His nickname is Little Celestial Master!"

With each title mentioned, Grandma Bai's eyes lit up a little more.

When the term "Little Celestial Master" was mentioned, the old hedgehog let out a "squeak" sound that resembled laughter, and white energy around its body began to dance joyfully.

Chapter 284 The Power of Soul Suppression

"Distinguished guest! Distinguished guest!"

Grandma Bai slapped the ground with her front paws, causing ripples to spread across the lake.

"Kids! Let's have a welcome feast!"

In an instant, countless points of light lit up around the volcanic lake.

Hundreds and thousands of little white fairies emerged from the mist, lined up neatly on both sides of the wooden bridge leading to the island in the middle of the lake, each holding a different mountain delicacy or wild fruit.

One particularly clever little creature even carried a lotus leaf on its head, with dewdrops on it.

The sight of this scene left the wounded soldiers stunned.

Lu Jin muttered to herself.

"We didn't receive this treatment when we arrived..."

Lu Ci snorted coldly.

"He's a direct descendant of the Celestial Master, who do you think you are?"

Chen Qi, however, was quite calm, and walked across the wooden bridge toward the island in the middle of the lake.

As they passed by the little white fairies, each of them would raise the offerings they were holding.

He casually picked a few wild dates, and gently pushed the rest back.

"Great-grandmother, you're too kind."

Chen Qi cupped his hands in greeting.

"My fellow students from the class of 06..."

"rest assured!"

Grandma Bai exhaled a breath of white qi.

"With my wife around, I won't die!"

It suddenly lowered its voice.

"But you... just severed your karmic ties?"

Chen Qi nodded. Grandma Bai's nose was indeed sharp; she could even smell the lingering echo of "A Sword Separates Worlds".

Just as he was about to explain in detail, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in the white energy on the island.

"not good!"

Grandma Bai suddenly turned around.

"Little Lu is going to break through!"

Blue ripples were spreading around Lu Jin's body, a sign that the Soul-Brightening Technique was about to go out of control.

Chen Qi strode forward and lightly touched the center of his forehead with his sword.

"quiet!"

It's just a simple word, yet it carries the authentic soul-suppressing power of Longhu Mountain.

The fluctuations around Lu Jin immediately subsided, but Chen Qi frowned even more deeply—he sensed a familiar aura within Lu Jin's meridians.

"A curse from Japan?"

Chen Qi looked at Grandma Bai.

"They've been here?"

The old hedgehog's quills all stood up.

"Three days ago, a group of men in black sneaked into the valley entrance, but Chang Xian chased them away."

It shook its head in disgust.

"He smelled strongly of fish."

Fengping struggled to sit up.

"Senior Brother Chen, the techniques those people used are very strange; they resemble ninjutsu but aren't quite ninjutsu..."

"It's the Shinto religion's 禊."

Chen Qi examined Lu Jin's injuries, his expression growing cold.

"It is a mixture of the curses of Mount Bihe."

Grandma Bai suddenly sniffed intensely.

"Kid, what do you have on you...?"

“Slay their Grand Palace Attendant who was spying on them.”

Chen Qi spoke casually, but his hands never stopped moving, and the Golden Light Mantra transformed into fine threads that probed into Lu Jin's meridians.

"This spell is incredibly expensive."

Lu Ci suddenly spoke.

"Can you solve it?"

Chen Qi did not answer. He made a thunder seal with his left hand, and his right sword finger suddenly lit up with golden light.

He traced the Ren meridian of Lu Jin, and a burnt smell wafted from the places he passed.

When the needle reached the Tanzhong acupoint, a black mist suddenly shot out and condensed into a snake shape in the air.

"Humph!"

A talisman flew out from Chen Qi's sleeve, instantly enveloping the black energy.

The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, burning out eerie green flames.

Grandma Bai was furious.

"What a vicious curse!"

"more than."

Chen Qi turned to the other wounded.

"Check them all."

Sure enough, everyone has a similar curse power hidden within them, it just hasn't been unleashed yet.