Chapter 83: Prayers

Swords are drawn and bows are bent; it is ready to trigger at any moment!

However, just then, a series of "clattering" and "rumbling" sounds erupted, and a strange fluctuation of heaven and earth suddenly spread out, instantly severing the two's exchange of divine sense. No one understood what had happened between heaven and earth, or why there was such an anomaly!

The red-haired man in the cave was the true Huo Jun, and at this moment, the anger in his heart had nowhere to be vented.

He then walked out of the cave, and with a wave of his hand, raging fire spewed from his palm, instantly turning the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain into a sea of fire, drawing out a chorus of miserable wails and cries.

"Fire! Help me!"

"Oh, heavens, what kind of sin is this? My poor Xin'er!"

"Someone save me, someone..."

Some were scorched, some were maimed, and some died outright, burned beyond recognition—it was as miserable as it could be.

Listening to the cries and screams coming from the mountain, Huo Jun closed his eyes as if enjoying it, listening carefully, as if listening to some beautiful music.

Looking at Su Yuanshan's side, his methods were much gentler; he was neither angry nor did he run out to hurt people, but instead returned to the inn with a peaceful face.

The inn was built against the mountain, and because of its remote location, there were not many guests, which made it appear very quiet.

As for the little white fox, seeing Su Yuanshan return, it asked curiously.

"Prefect, what happened? Where did you go? You made Xiaobai so worried!"

Looking at its innocent, large eyes and feeling its concerned gaze, Su Yuanshan felt warm inside.

However, he did not say anything; he just patted the little white fox's head and returned to his room.

After returning to the room, he had the little white fox help him stand guard, then set up a small defensive array at the four corners of the room, closed the doors and windows, and began to cultivate.

Su Yuanshan held the Blood Pellets of the Cloud Scorpion and the other Demon Beast in his palm, then took a light breath. Immediately, a stream of blood mist drifted out from the Blood Pellets and was absorbed into his body, thread by thread. It took nearly half an hour to finish.

At that moment, Su Yuanshan clearly felt that his Golden Light Divine Power had increased significantly; he seemed to be only a thin line away from a breakthrough.

Su Yuanshan intended to strike while the iron was hot, so he took the two incense beads out from his Spirit Void Ring.

The two beads added up to a full hundred wisps of incense. Su Yuanshan absorbed them all into his body at once, but he only felt a "boom" in his head and his whole body felt light and airy. It was an extremely wonderful feeling that made him completely forget himself; it seemed as if even the surrounding world had become somewhat different.

He finally broke through, breaking through the Guanling Realm,

And stepped into the Tuifan Realm Realm Realm Realm!

The speed of his cultivation improvement could be called divine; most immortals take centuries to improve their realm, while he used days!

Seeming to sense the improvement in his cultivation realm, even the little white fox outside the door was full of joy.

After all, it is good to enjoy the shade under a big tree, and clearly, in its mind, Su Yuanshan was that big tree.

Su Yuanshan opened his eyes, feeling the wonderful sensation of his power increasing.

Then, he took out the ancient book he had bought from the street stall from his Spirit Void Ring.

He flipped through it page by page, hoping to find information about Baiehou or Huo Jun, though the possibility was not very high.

Sure enough, he flipped through it roughly, but did not find any data or information about Baiehou or Huo Jun in this ancient book.

But a very strange sentence in it caught his attention; it was written directly: Imperial Dragon Art remnant formula.

"On the mountain of Miaogushe, there is a flying dragon in the sky; the wind follows the clouds, and the vital energy follows the intent..."

The natural object controlled by the Imperial Dragon chapter is a dragon,

However, Su Yuanshan did not have a dragon in his hands.

This technique seemed like a chicken rib to him—tasteless to eat, but a pity to discard.

Suddenly, his heart stirred. Although he did not have a dragon, he could control water. If he combined this Imperial Dragon Art with the Green Waves Water Control Art, what interesting things would happen?

He did not hesitate and tried it directly.

At the beginning, he was not proficient in using it; after all, combining two techniques is not as simple as one plus one!

After trying a dozen times, only a "roar" was heard, and a hundred-meter-long giant ice dragon soared straight into the nine heavens!

Success! At that moment, Su Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief! He had successfully created a new technique based on two old ones—the Green Waves Ice Dragon Art!

That deafening dragon roar woke the guests from their sleep, and they looked out the window one after another, seeing a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

A giant dragon, transparent and flashing with cold light, soared into the sky.

Many guests were startled into sitting up, one by one dumbfounded.

Until someone woke up from the shock and said excitedly.

"Oh my mother, I saw a dragon!"

"Good thing, good thing! It seems my luck is about to come."

A scholar even picked up a pen and wrote furiously:

"Flying dragon in the sky, it is advantageous to see a great man............!"

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Huangliang Xian city, Chenghuang Temple,

A clanging sound came from within.

It turned out that on the outskirts, construction workers were expanding this temple.

After not seeing it for a few days, Su Yuanshan felt that his Chenghuang Temple seemed to have become much livelier.

Coupled with the annual Chenghuang Temple Fair, there were many people coming to worship and burn incense; it could be described as having flourishing incense and a bustling crowd.

There were street vendors in front of the temple gate, hawkers, passing pilgrims, as well as commoners leading cattle and horses, and girls from beyond the frontier leading camels.

Having just returned from elsewhere, Su Yuanshan began to get busy again.

The prayers and wishes of the commoners entered his ears without missing a word, just as if someone were speaking in his ear.

"City God, bless my son to marry a wife soon!"

"City God, let me hold a grandson or granddaughter soon!"

"Weiling Lord, I hope you will bring some rain to nourish our family's crops!"

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Su Yuanshan listened carefully to their inner voices, when suddenly one prayer caught his attention.

"Lord of Chenghuangfu, on behalf of my Silang, this humble woman thanks you for your divine power and great virtue; I bow to you once again."

Su Yuanshan was attached to the statue,

and he infused his eyes with spiritual light, searching through the crowd.

Very quickly, he saw a young woman in an orange dress among the kneeling crowd, and beside her knelt a young girl who looked like a maid, holding a small child in her arms.

He saw the young woman in the orange dress with her hands pressed together, chattering away to him.

The young woman wore silk clothing, so her family was clearly well-off; her complexion was rosy, and a faint red glow seemed to appear on her forehead, making her look like a lady from an official's household.

He listened as this lady continued to pray.

"My Silang appeared in my dreams and told me to come often to offer you incense to thank you for your grace!"

She kowtowed again and again, bowing repeatedly, appearing extremely devout.

At that moment, Su Yuanshan's heart stirred, and he seemed to remember.

The Silang this young woman spoke of must be Mei Silang!

He could not help but feel a bit gratified, thinking to himself that it seemed this family still knew how to show gratitude for kindness received.