Chapter 59: Spring Goddess Numan

Gaocun Town, Tudimiao.

"Is Grandma not here today?"

Looking at Xiao E, who was busy interpreting fortune sticks for villagers at the temple attendant's desk nearby, a young man asked in a low, curious voice.

Although this young man was dressed in rags, his face was handsome.

One could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary mountain dweller.

Especially those well-defined muscles, which possessed a beauty that transcended this era.

"Grandma has gone out on business; you can tell me whatever you need."

She recognized the young man's identity at a glance.

Xiao E hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took the initiative to gesture for him to sit before her.

Because Xiao E remembered this young man; he had come to this Tudimiao three years ago and had met her once before.

Most importantly, the young man's appearance three years ago and now was exactly the same, without the slightest change.

Still dressed in the same ragged attire...

Still wearing that same look that was so out of place among ordinary mountain dwellers...

"If I remember correctly, your name is 'E'?"

Calmly nodding, the young man—or rather, E-Rabbit—admitted his identity without any avoidance.

"She's not here?"

"That’s going to be troublesome."

Scratching his head in distress, E-Rabbit had not expected that the old grandma would actually not be in the temple.

E-Rabbit had known the old grandma for decades, and this was the first time he had ever seen her leave this Tudimiao.

For some reason, a vague, ominous premonition arose in E-Rabbit's heart.

The last time he had felt this way was during the "Chaos of Ghosts and Gods" three years ago.

"Do you know where Grandma went?"

Facing E-Rabbit's inquiry, Xiao E shook her head blankly.

"Grandma didn't tell me where she went..."

Opening her mouth as if to say something but stopping, Xiao E looked at E-Rabbit before her, and a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind.

"However, I can probably guess where she went."

Watching Xiao E, who wore a cunning expression, E-Rabbit instinctively blinked his eyes.

His intuition told him that the black-bellied little girl opposite him seemed to have dug a pit and was waiting with ill intent for him to jump into it.

"That look of yours... it's exactly the same as when Grandma is about to trick me."

Muttering to himself, E-Rabbit ultimately couldn't hold back his worry and asked.

"Forget it, I'm used to being tricked anyway. Where exactly is Grandma now?"

When E-Rabbit said these words, a rare look of seriousness appeared on his face.

"The slave-catching brigade of the Guifang Kingdom!"

"Grandma has been paying attention to the movements of the Guifang Kingdom for a long time, and she discovered that they are capturing mountain dwellers on a large scale."

"I don't know what the Guifang Kingdom intends to do, and Grandma has never told me..."

"But I can tell that Grandma has been more worried day by day, and recently she hasn't even been able to eat."

Pausing for a moment, Xiao E continued.

"So I think there is a high probability that she has gone to find that slave-catching brigade..."

"That slave-catching brigade is heading south, and they should be near the Jingyang Mountain Path, a hundred miles away."

Looking at Xiao E, who used words like "high probability" and "should be" while her face was written full of certainty, E-Rabbit couldn't help but fall silent.

Hearing this, E-Rabbit could basically confirm that Xiao E was digging a pit for him.

However, it concerned the old grandma's whereabouts.

Even knowing full well that Xiao E was digging a pit for him, E-Rabbit chose to jump into it without hesitation.

"Jingyang Mountain Path, is it?"

After a brief moment of contemplation, E-Rabbit turned and left the Tudimiao.

E-Rabbit intended to go to the Jingyang Mountain Path himself, but before that, he had to go to another place first.

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Baidi Mountains, Jingyang Mountain Path.

The battle between the old grandma and the Guirong Clan was even more intense than imagined.

Continuous small-scale earthquakes destroyed the surrounding terrain, and all sorts of bizarre and terrifying plants grew from the earth.

Fortunately, the Guirong Clan were all elites.

After sacrificing one-third of their members, they quickly adapted to this way of fighting terrifying plants amidst earthquakes.

Leaping over gullies, swinging blades at man-eating plants...

The Guirong Clan, in groups of five, frantically tried to approach the old grandma.

In the process, any slaves blocking their path became souls under their blades.

To be honest, five hundred people charging at one person—such a scene could no longer be described by the word "shocking."

Even on a modernized battlefield in the twenty-first century.

Soldiers equipped with drones and various advanced gear could not possibly achieve the feat of one against five hundred.

Only in this world where extraordinary power truly exists could such an incredible thing happen.

Even so, the old grandma's current performance far exceeded the common sense of this era.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Beneath the old grandma's feet, on the trembling ground.

A pitch-black tree, charred all over and appearing to consist only of branches, slowly grew.

And as this pitch-black tree grew, terrifying thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and bolts of lightning were guided by it to strike the crowd.

"Lightning-Attracting Tree!?"

"Does such a thing as a Lightning-Attracting Tree actually exist in this world!?"

Staring dumbfounded as the pitch-black tree turned a hundred-meter radius into a domain of thunder.

Muzheng, who had luckily survived, could not care about pulling out the remaining blade fragments in his body and hurriedly retreated to a safe distance.

Muzheng was, after all, a former priest candidate and knew the common knowledge that metal could conduct electricity.

"Retreat! Immediately exit the lightning range!"

"Those who can't retreat, drop the ritual implements in your hands immediately; the lightning will follow the iron implements down!"

Although Muzheng had raised his voice in time to warn them.

Nearly dozens of charging Guirong clansmen still died under the bombardment of lightning.

Especially those few Guirong clansmen who held their long blades high; they died in a particularly gruesome manner.

They didn't even have time to scream before they turned into charred, indescribable lumps.

"Who exactly are you?"

"This is not power that a priest can master at all!"

Although priests are the agents of gods in the human world, the power they can bear is limited.

The power the old grandma was displaying at this moment had already far exceeded the limits of the "priest" identity.

Even those god-favored ones who were deeply loved by the gods could never master such terrifying authority.

The old grandma's performance once again reminded Muzheng of the former high priest of the Guifang Kingdom—this was simply not power that a mortal could possess.

"You are not human!"

Just at this moment, Youzhong, who had also been struck by the thunder, suddenly widened his eyes.

Because the scene before him reminded Youzhong of a legend widely circulated among mountain dwellers—a god who should have vanished a thousand years ago.

"You are the Spring Goddess, Numan!"

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