Chapter 959: Divine Temple

Mo Hua was shaken, momentarily unable to believe it.

He suddenly remembered something:

"Master Gu said the Lone Mountain abounds in bright yellow copper ore, once named 'Lone Yellow Mountain'… so the mountain spirit of Lone Yellow Mountain would be the Yellow Mountain Spirit… Huang Shanjun?"

Mo Hua had never before considered this connection.

When Master Gu mentioned 'Lone Yellow Mountain,' Mo Hua had never once thought of Huang Shanjun.

But something wasn't right…

"No, don't guess wildly—I'll be back soon." I turned to get in the car, but Fei'er jumped in ahead of me.

Su Rong succeeded effortlessly and immediately ordered Ladras to pack his clothes and luggage from Swan Castle at once.

"What happened? Can you tell me now?" Elder Yun Tian noticed my expression and knew something major must have occurred—otherwise, given my nature, I would never wear such a grave look.

"I only sent my junior brother to report to the Third Senior Brother inside the sect; he'll surely treat you well soon." The leader smiled awkwardly, his earlier fierce demeanor vanished.

"Could Huang Qing really be that evil? Are you just scaring yourselves?" Huang Juan grumbled.

The old monk remained unmoved at first, as if he hadn't seen anything; the people on the ground all looked at him with admiration.

"Stand still—I'll take your photo." A Long walked into the courtyard with his phone and said to the madman.

"This bastard is not only shameless, but also absurdly clever—Heaven is so unfair, this is too much!" Huang Lingyin was deeply conflicted; Wu Chen had guessed right—she really had planned exactly that.

"Are we just going to wait here?" An Nuo perked up instantly, grabbing Darxi and eager to dash forward.

The blood dragon coffin was half a meter wide and nearly two meters long; though it weighed about a hundred or two hundred jin, it was far lighter than gold.

Xu Banyi smiled unexpectedly and said, "That's easy." He then called his mother and asked her to send a car; Qin Nannan immediately agreed.

Yet the Artisan Sect's reputation spread far; its true Artisan Sect disciples needed no introduction, and even the talismans crafted by cultivators living near the sect were prized by many cultivators—those who came here were hardly less numerous than those at the market.

Balma saw a black panther emerge and sighed with relief, muttering a few phrases of Nepalese dialect to Kalit.

As the Sword Heart seed entered the meridians, Ding Yang immediately felt a terrifying, world-destroying killing intent surge into his mind.

Hearing the old man's words, Lin Yi found it amusing and sneered again.

"Grandpa, Uncle, there are three Han people over there—they say they're looking for someone," A Risi Lan said clearly.

Zi Yang, lying on the ground, froze—Miao Yin hadn't responded to him. Had this guy forgotten about him?

The match time was now nearing six minutes; Ye Di held only slightly over five hundred gold coins in his hand, and even that was thanks to the effect of the Sacred Shield.

Saying this, he patted the back of his mount, which seemed to understand; its massive wings instantly fully extended.

After a bout of fooling around, Xiao Mo hugged Feng Xiuning contentedly; her face was flushed, whether from the hot bathwater or embarrassment, no one could tell.

Indeed, shortly after Lin Chuan and the others departed, figures pierced the sky, radiating overwhelming aura.

Chang Huai reached out again to slap Chang Xuan's forehead; Chang Xuan dodged swiftly and retorted with a "Missed it!"—he was downright cheeky.

Su Yao stopped in her tracks upon hearing this—if Lu Dongting truly left with her, it would only worsen his relationship with Lu Changnan.