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

Even more strangely, a majestic voice inexplicably echoed in his mind.

"The leader of the Heavenly Tong Sect establishes his hall—"

"Bang!"

The clapper fell to the ground, and Old Wang slumped down, trembling.

"My goodness... a miracle has happened..."

At the same time as "637", in the land temple in the south of the city, a middle-aged man who was offering incense to a fox spirit suddenly collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

The yellow paper on the offering table spontaneously combusted without fire, and the ashes formed four twisted characters.

Master of Heavenly Connection.

At Qingyun Temple, a hundred miles away, an old Taoist priest who was meditating opened his eyes and pointed his whisk to the northeast.

"Who is this divine being who can transmit messages across thousands of miles with their divine soul?"

Chen Qi was unaware of all this.

At this moment, his consciousness had sunk into the inner landscape, standing on a Seven Star Platform overlooking the void.

Seven jade pillars surround the perimeter, with lamps flickering on top of them.

Occasionally, colorful air currents would sweep by, much like the aurora he had seen in Changbai Mountain.

"This is... the power of faith?"

Chen Qi reached out and touched a wisp of purple mist that drifted by, and felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips.

With a thought, he tried to conjure up a scene of celestial palaces and pavilions, but the carved beams and painted rafters collapsed into smoke as soon as they took shape.

Grandma Bai's voice came from somewhere.

"Kid, don't waste your energy. A newly established sect is like a newborn baby. Have you ever seen a baby wearing a dragon robe?"

Chen Qi smiled and simply sat cross-legged in the center of the Seven Star Platform.

As I pressed my palm against the cool jade surface, I suddenly discovered a hidden secret: tiny lines formed a massive array, with a thumb-sized groove in the center.

"This is... a signal transmitter?"

Chen Qifu focused his mind and infused a wisp of true energy into the groove.

The Seven Star Platform trembled, and all seven lamps blazed brightly at the same time.

A three-dimensional picture of the area within a ten-mile radius of the inn appeared in his mind, with every living thing turning into a point of light, some of which were rushing toward the inn.

"Oops."

Chen Qi realized his mistake.

"The message about establishing a temple has just been sent out!"

He hurriedly exited the interior scene, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the phantom of Grandma Bai anxiously floating in the room.

"You troublemaker! You've alarmed half the cultivation world!"

The old woman pointed out the window.

"Look over there!"

Chen Qi pushed open the window and saw torches like dragons on the distant mountain road, and could vaguely hear the shouts of "Master of Tiantong Sect".

What's even more troublesome is that he sensed three unusual auras.

One aura carried the wild, untamed spirit unique to shamans, another the authentic Xuanmen (mystical) energy, and yet another... a chilling, venomous snake's hiss.

"interesting."

Chen Qi laughed instead, turned around and took out a stack of yellow paper from his bag.

"Since we need to recruit soldiers, we might as well strike while the iron is hot."

The phantom of Grandma Bai trembled with anger.

"Do you think this is a job posting at the execution ground? Setting up a shop requires... oh dear!"

She suddenly screamed, and the phantom was sucked into the talisman that Chen Qi had just drawn.

Chen Qi folded the talisman into a paper crane and gently blew on it.

"I would be grateful if you could stay here temporarily and help me fend off those guests."

The paper crane flapped its wings and flew out the window, transforming into a white-furred hedgehog with a wingspan of over ten feet, perched on the roof of the inn, and emitting a piercing shriek...

The sound waves were so real that the torchbearers in the distance were thrown into chaos.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Qi bit his finger and put a drop of blood on each of the seven bronze lamps.

"Seven stars guide, the temple opens its doors."

A strange feeling arose in my mind—among the disturbed practitioners, three points of light shone exceptionally brightly.

One was a shamanic disciple possessed by a fox spirit, another was a young Taoist carrying a peach wood sword, and the third was a strange man shrouded in a black robe.

"Three destined individuals..."

Chen Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and suddenly spoke to the air.

"Would you be willing to join my Tiantong Hall?"

These words, transmitted through the special connection of the Seven Star Platform, resonated directly in the minds of those three people.

The young Taoist priest immediately drew his sword and looked around, while the man in black robes laughed, and the possessed shamanic disciple... immediately knelt down and kowtowed!

On the roof of the inn, the giant hedgehog that Grandma Bai had transformed into suddenly spoke human language.

"Chen boy! You've gone too far!"

She stared nervously in the southeast.

"Something is coming from the ley lines!"

Chen Qi, however, seemed oblivious to 3.9, focusing intently on perceiving the changes within the interior.

Around the Seven Star Platform, three streams of air of different colors are gathering—crimson like blood, blue like the sky, and pitch black like ink.

"I see."

It dawned on him.

"When a sect recruits members, it will automatically acquire a portion of the member's essence."

This discovery made his heart race; it meant that Tian Tong Tang could not only store the power of faith, but also...

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly shook, and dust fell from the beams of the inn.

Chen Qi hurried to the window and saw that the ground three miles away had cracked open with a huge fissure, and a foul-smelling black gas was gushing out.

Chapter 294 Who is this amazing person?

Grandma Bai's voice was already trembling with tears.

"It's the Sorrowful King! Those wandering ghosts have caught wind of the sect and are trying to seize our territory!"

Chen Qi remained calm and unhurried, and pulled out a tattered red paper with the words "Master of Tiantong Sect" written on it from his sleeve.

With a flick of the fingertip, the paper scraps transformed into seven golden rays that disappeared into the ancient bronze lamp.

In an instant, seven beams of starlight shot out from the lamps, intertwining to form a giant Bagua diagram above the inn.

"Perfect opportunity to test the power of our sect."

Chen Qi pointed his sword at a point, and the Bagua diagram crashed down.

When the black mist touched the starlight, it produced a metallic clang.

Countless ghostly faces could be vaguely seen twisting and howling in the black mist, with a one-eyed old ghost dressed in the official robes of the previous dynasty at the very front.

"A newly established, unaffiliated sect dares to call itself a cult leader?"

The old ghost's voice scraped the pot harshly.

"I'm going to file a report against you!"

06 It flung out its rotten jade tablet, which actually pierced a hole in the Bagua diagram.

Chen Qi groaned, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Inside the scene, the Seven Star Platform shook violently, and the three strands of air that had just condensed almost dissipated.

In a moment of crisis, he had a sudden inspiration and performed a strange hand gesture—thumb pressing down on little finger, the remaining three fingers like swords.

"Heaven's connection is boundless, borrowing the power of the Celestial Master!"

The jade pendant at his waist shattered instantly, and the blue light transformed into a sixteen-foot-long phantom.

It was a Taoist priest wearing a hibiscus crown and a crimson gauze robe. With a light sweep of his whisk, the old ghost's jade tablet shattered inch by inch.

"Zhang... Zhang Tianshi?!"

The sad king was so frightened that his soul seemed to dissipate, and he turned around to crawl back into the crack in the ground.

The dust was swept away again, the black energy dissipated, leaving only a wisp of pure yin energy that was sucked into the inn's window.

Chen Qi opened his mouth and caught the wisp of yin energy, and immediately felt a tremor in his dantian.

Inside the scene, a gray pillar has appeared next to the Seven Star Terrace, with the character "悲" (sorrow) appearing on its surface in seal script.

"A pleasant surprise."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and noticed that the three points of light in the distance had reached the inn's entrance.

Even more remarkably, the colored air currents inside the room were more than three times denser than before—clearly, this battle had attracted even more attention.

Grandma Bai reverted to her hedgehog form and collapsed on the windowsill, weak and listless.

"You madman...do you even know how much power you used just now...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang.

The first to rush in was a man with glowing green eyes, trailing a phantom fox tail behind him.

Next came a handsome young Taoist priest, who pointed a peach wood sword at Chen Qi's throat.

Finally, there was a wriggling black shadow, lingering at the threshold.

Chen Qi smiled and three blank business cards slid out from his sleeve.

"The three of you, would you like to sign an employment contract?"

Inside the room, the remaining shamanic disciples looked at each other, forgetting to insert their incense sticks into the incense burner.

"This...this is against the rules!"

A middle-aged woman with a red hair tie spoke in a trembling voice.

"They don't choose auspicious days or times to open their shrines, they don't seek out auspicious locations, and they don't even pay respects to the elders in the Yin and Yang traditions..."

The gray-robed old man beside her trembled as he stroked his beard.

"What's even stranger is that not a single immortal within a hundred miles knew about it beforehand. Just who is this Master of Heavenly Connection?"

The young man in the yellow shirt by the window suddenly covered his ears, his face turning deathly pale.

"Stop talking! That name... that name can't be mentioned carelessly!"

A trickle of blood seeped from between his fingers.

"Didn't you feel it? Just silently reciting that title feels like your internal organs have been branded with a hot iron!"

Everyone's expression changed upon hearing this.

Indeed, ever since that magnificent aura swept across the gathering place half an hour ago, the four gilded characters "Master of the Heavenly Connection Sect" have been imprinted deep within everyone's minds.

What's even more terrifying is that this mark can reveal different content depending on each person's cultivation level—ordinary people only feel thunderous sounds in their ears, while extraordinary people can perceive more mysteries.

"Where's the messenger? Quickly, fetch Master Huang to come and take a look!"

The woman with the red ribbon was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

Before he finished speaking, the oil lamp on the offering table suddenly burst into flames three feet high.