Chapter 308

In the mountains, years are not seen, only great stars flow white, looking at the sun and moon turning.

Ten Thousand Great Mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the human world, occasionally hear birds singing in the empty valley, only see the stream flowing back.

Being in it, Zhang Fan feels unprecedented tranquility, more harmonious and profound than when he was on Zhenwu Mountain.

After all, Zhenwu Mountain is a 5A scenic spot; although it is far from the red dust, it is still in the red dust, not as truly isolated from the world as the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

No one has anything to do, sitting in the empty mountains.

Such a leisurely mood is scattered, emotions are calmed, and complex thoughts are much less, just like the dust in the room, settling down, without confusion.

No wonder the ancient alchemy masters liked to stay away from the world and enter the deep mountains to practice in seclusion.

"If there were no grudges, it would seem quite good to practice in such a place," Zhang Fan sighs.

"Famous mountains and rivers, blessed caves, have always been places that the Daoist Sect must fight for, not everyone can enter this realm," Li Li Miaoyin sighs.

Entrusting feelings to mountains and rivers, participating in the Dao of heaven and earth, such feelings, such thoughts, everyone can have, but how many people can truly do it?

Not to mention whether one can let go of everything and stay away from the red dust, just the Ten Thousand Great Mountains are full of dangers, spirits and demons are rampant; wanting to practice in such a place, having a state of mind is not enough, one also needs heaven-reaching Daoist methods and thunderous means.

"You are right," Zhang Fan nods.

Being in the world is like a boat not tied to the river and sea, drifting with the tide, and many times one cannot help oneself.

Even like the Three Corpse Daoist who was the world's number one back then, and the now unparalleled Chao Ran Zhenren, I am afraid that this life has many helpless and involuntary moments.

"Hmm?"

Dusk is approaching, Zhang Fan suddenly stops, and sees stone piles stacked by the stream not far away, five layers high, reaching the knees, where white bones can be vaguely seen mixed in.

"What is this?"

Zhang Fan glances at them; there are fully twenty or thirty such stone piles, scattered and orderly, hidden in the mountains, covered in wild grass.

"This is the Spirit Sacrifice Stone," Huang Huang Jiumei whispers.

"According to ancient legends, more than five hundred years ago, during the seventh mountain-clearing and temple-destroying, the Daoist Sect and the Wu Wei Sect fought here, with casualties everywhere, bones piled up..."

Endless dead souls turn into sad songs, corpses piled up in the mountains.

How many lives, who belonged to whose camp, can no longer be distinguished.

Later, Daoist experts piled up these 【Spirit Sacrifice Stones】 in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains to comfort the dead and transcend the souls.

At that time, they did not distinguish whether those who died here were Daoist Sect members or Wu Wei disciples.

It seems that only in the face of life and death can one truly see equality for all living things, without differences.

Huang Huang Jiumei has lived in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains since she was a child; such 【Spirit Sacrifice Stones】 can be seen everywhere, and she heard from the elders in the cave that there are hundreds of them in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Just then, Zhang Wuming walks up, takes out a handful of incense from his backpack, flicks his fingers, ignites the true fire, and actually bows to those Spirit Sacrifice Stones.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrow slightly, showing a strange expression, and he walks up.

"You still have this sense of awe?"

"There are also seniors from my Long Hu Shan here," Zhang Wuming whispers.

At this moment, he seems to become serious, and the playful and fawning look can no longer be seen on his face.

"You haven't sealed the god and fixed the name, and you don't even have a name; you should have had a very unhappy life in the Zhang family," Zhang Fan says meaningfully.

"Indeed, it hasn't been very good," Zhang Wuming nods.

"But still practiced a set of skills..."

Zhang Wuming looks at the rising incense and whispers.

"Good or bad, it actually makes no difference."

"Just like meeting brother, it was originally a killing disaster, but now brother has become my backer..."

"Who became your backer?" Zhang Fan says strangely: "You are just my prisoner!"

"Life in the world has good and bad, high and low; fortune and misfortune have always depended on each other," Zhang Wuming says to himself.

The manifestation of the Dao of Heaven in the red dust is everywhere; only by experiencing the bad can one realize the good.

What others see as a flood and a beast, I enjoy.

Cultivation is stealing vitality in the midst of killing intent.

"There is no place in the world more suitable for cultivation than the rolling red dust."

A different brilliance rises in Zhang Wuming's eyes.

The red dust killing intent rolls, all living things cannot escape; there is another mystery in it, hard to see, hard to see, only after obeying the tribulation can one see the Lingxiao Hall.

There are often Daoist Sect members who stay away from the red dust, but in his eyes, that is the best method for cultivation, the best soil for becoming an immortal.

"Brother, is what I said a bit special, and is there still value in living?"

Zhang Wuming changes the subject and suddenly asks.

"If you say that, I have killing intent instead."

Zhang Fan lifts his hand, holding Zhang Wuming's neck; the latter's hair stands on end, but a sincere smile appears on his face.

"If brother wants to kill, then kill," Zhang Wuming laughs openly.

Fear is true, and not being afraid is also true.

"Let's go."

Zhang Fan looks at him deeply, lets go of his hand, and urges.

"Alright."

Zhang Wuming is like receiving an amnesty, continuing to lead the way.

Zhang Fan looks at his back but remains silent.

"What's wrong?" Li Li Miaoyin walks up and asks.

"He has a normal heart," Zhang Fan suddenly says.

"A normal heart!?" Li Li Miaoyin is stunned.

"You are right, this kid doesn't look like a good person," Zhang Fan laughs lightly, takes a step, and follows.

Passing through the fog and miasma, a deep valley is revealed.

The ancient relics seem to be forgotten by time, covered with moss and wild grass; in the distance, an ancient cave has two stone beasts standing, holding dim yellow firelight in their mouths.

The flower branches under the steps are cold and beautiful, the Daoist fire in front of the hall is dim.

No one would have thought that such a place would be hidden in the depths of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, revealing mystery and antiquity.

Ordinary people cannot pass through the heavy fog and miasma at all; even if they could, without soul observation, they would only spin in place, and it is impossible to come to such a secret realm.

Huangpi Cave, this is the place where the yellow-skinned spirits have practiced for generations, isolated from the world.

Whoosh...

Just then, the raging fire in the dilapidated bronze tripod in the central square ignited, becoming the brightest color in the night.

Slim and thin figures darted out from the grass, surrounding the central square, their shining eyeballs turning.

At a glance, there were fully a hundred yellow-skinned rats gathered here.

These are spirits that have awakened their souls; any one of them running into the human world would cause no small trouble.

In the current era, human technology is clear, and footprints have covered mountains and rivers.

Only such a mountain and sea secret realm can nurture so many spirits.

At this time, in the central square, human figures were sitting on chairs cast from white bones; their demon energy was crisscrossing, and more or less they all retained a trace of the characteristics of yellow-skinned rats, or yellow hair dotted, or emitting strange smells, or eye characteristics that had not yet been transformed...

These are all existences that have become demons in Huangpi Cave.

They have achieved cultivation, condensed inner alchemy, possessed human bodies, and thus completed the leap from spirits to demons; their demon methods are profound, and they can even walk in the human world.

"Li Lao San, today is the Demon Gathering Meeting of my Huangpi Cave, why did you bring outsiders, and three Daoists at that?"

Just then, Huang Huang Erlang spoke; he was spinning two iron eggs in his hand, wearing a large gold chain around his neck, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed two large gold teeth.

Among the disciples of this generation in Huangpi Cave, Huang Dalang was poisoned to death by a fox demon early on, so according to the order of becoming demons, Huang Huang Erlang naturally became the elder brother.

At this time, he looked at Huang Huang Sanlang's seat with dissatisfaction; behind him sat three humans, not old, each wearing a Daoist robe, which made all the yellow-skinned rats show strange expressions.

They are demons, but these people are Daoists.

"Li Lao San, you've been running too hard these years, have you forgotten the rules of my Huangpi Cave?"

In the distance, Huang Huang Silang opened his mouth; he was thin and dry, as if he were a tuberculosis ghost, his face as pale as paper.

"Rules?"

Huang Huang Sanlang sneered, his gaze sweeping over these short-sighted peers.

"Fourth Brother, have you become stupid from taking drugs? This world has always been about whoever has the bigger fist, that's the rule."

"You use human poisons to practice, your brain is already broken."

"You are looking for death!"

Huang Huang Silang let out a roar and stood up violently.

Although he became a demon later than Huang Huang Sanlang, he has been developing in the human world all these years, gambling, drugs, and everything; now he is flourishing in the underworld, and there are more than one protective umbrella in the white way.

It is no exaggeration to say that in Guixi Province, his powder stalls are more than noodle stalls, and eight out of ten bath centers are opened by him; as for women, hehe, let's not talk about it.

Because of this, he looked down on these peers who hid in the mountain ditches and only knew how to practice in seclusion.

In Huang Huang Silang's eyes, he was already a real human, knowing how to play, how to enjoy, how wonderful the flowery world was, but they were just animals.

"Humph!"

Huang Huang Silang stood up violently, just about to attack.

Suddenly, the Daoist behind Huang Huang Sanlang let out a cold snort, which fell into Huang Huang Silang's ears like rolling wind and thunder, shocking his brow to crack and his soul to tremble.

The next moment, he fell to his knees with a "thud," blood flowing from his eyes, and yellow fluff actually grew on his face, his mouth making squeaking sounds.

"The Wind-Thunder Roar of the Daoist family!?"

In the distance, Huang Huang Wulang, who had been silent, let out a cry of surprise.

In Huangpi Cave, he and Huang Huang Sanlang had the highest talent.

"Li Lao San, you..." Huang Huang Erlang's expression changed suddenly.

He looked at the Daoist behind Huang Huang Sanlang with fear; the mountains and waters were not obvious, just with a low roar, he made the Fourth Brother reveal his original form!?

"To tell you the truth, the three experts behind me have a great background; they are disciples of the Zhang family of Long Hu Shan."

Once these words were spoken, everyone changed color, and even the yellow-skinned rats hiding in the grass made squeaking sounds, filled with deep shock.

Long Hu Shan is the sect of the Daoist Sect; since the great tribulation eighty years ago, the incense has been extinguished and it has disappeared.

These three Daoists are actually people of the Zhang family of Long Hu Shan!?

"Li Lao San, you actually befriended experts from Long Hu Shan."

Huang Huang Qilang, who had the shallowest qualifications, spoke; he had yellow hair and a loud voice, filled with a trace of excitement.

Obviously, he was on Huang Huang Sanlang's side.

The Zhang family of Long Hu Shan is like a god or immortal to the demons and ghosts of the world.

Once this name was mentioned, even Huang Huang Erlang, who thought highly of himself, stopped talking.

"I not only invited experts from Long Hu Shan, but also reached a cooperation with the descendant of Bai He Guan; from now on, my Huangpi Cave can be protected by Bai He Guan, and even the entire Daoist Sect."

Huang Huang Sanlang announced formally.

"This is the true way out for the future."

"Bai He Guan!?"

Huang Huang Erlang was even more shocked.

That is the leader of the Daoist Sect in the world; he did not expect Huang Huang Sanlang to go so far, actually connecting with the descendant of Bai He Guan.

"But..."

Huang Huang Erlang's expression became even uglier; Huangpi Cave has always been isolated from the world and does not participate in the struggles between humans.

Huang Huang Sanlang's sudden move is equivalent to taking Huangpi Cave on another path.

"Reform has a future, opening up has a way out," Huang Huang Sanlang says indifferently.

"Huangpi Cave can only truly grow by binding to Bai He Guan."

As he speaks, Huang Huang Sanlang leans on the bone chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone's face.

"I've finished speaking, who agrees, who opposes?"

"I agree!"

Huang Huang Qilang was the first to raise his hand to express his position.

Huang Huang Silang recovered, his face full of fluff showing a trace of fear, and he tremblingly raised his hand.

"I also agree," Huang Huang Wulang pondered slightly, looked at the three Daoists behind Huang Huang Sanlang, and also raised his hand.

Seeing the general trend, Huang Huang Erlang could only raise his hand helplessly.

"Agree."

"Very good!" Huang Huang Sanlang nods, showing a satisfied smile; suppressing his peers and mastering the right to speak in Huangpi Cave, he finally did not live up to Li Li Changgeng's expectations.

"I oppose!"

Just then, a delicate shout came from afar.

The yellow-skinned rats in the grass turned to look, and on the central square, sharp gazes followed the sound.

Huang Huang Jiumei walked over in full view.

"Little Nine, there's no place for you to speak here," Huang Huang Qilang drank coldly.

"I am a disciple of Huangpi Cave, of course I have to speak."

Huang Huang Jiumei glanced sideways, fearless.

"Back then, during the mountain-clearing and temple-destroying, the demons and ghosts of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains were almost wiped out; isn't the lesson exchanged with the lives of the ancestors profound enough?"

Huang Huang Jiumei said coldly: "Li Lao San, you joining Bai He Guan is equivalent to inviting a wolf into the house; these Daoists have never treated the lives of us spirits and demons as lives..."

"If you have this thought, it will surely plunge my Huangpi Cave into doom."

"Presumptuous!"

Huang Huang Sanlang let out a roar, his eyes burning with anger.

"If you don't retreat, don't blame me for not caring about the feelings of the cave," Huang Huang Sanlang's killing intent was cold.

The terrifying aura swept over like a gale.

Huang Huang Jiumei's face changed color, she stumbled, and took a step back.

Just then, a thick hand landed on her shoulder, helping her stabilize her figure.

"Just now you said whoever has the bigger fist is the rule."

An indifferent voice sounded leisurely in the square; at the same time, Zhang Fan walked out slowly from behind Huang Huang Jiumei.

At this time, all the demons and ghosts discovered that Huang Huang Jiumei had actually brought humans in.

"Zhang Wuming?"

Suddenly, the Daoist behind Huang Huang Sanlang stood up violently, noticing Zhang Wuming beside Zhang Fan.

"Three brothers, save me, I was held hostage by this person."

Zhang Wuming shouted loudly.

"Hmm!?"

"Brother, you just said I was your prisoner, I'm just stating a fact."

Facing Zhang Fan's sharp gaze, Zhang Wuming explained in a low voice.

"Little Nine, I said why you were fearless, it turns out you colluded with outsiders to overthrow my Huangpi Cave?" Huang Huang Sanlang sneered.

Although he didn't know Zhang Fan, now that the general trend was set, he had three Long Hu Shan experts behind him, so naturally he had no taboos and sat steadily on the fishing platform.

"You..." Huang Huang Jiumei was angry for a moment.

Huang Huang Sanlang relying on Bai He Guan is opening up the future, but when she does it, it's colluding with outsiders.

"You're right..."

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over Huang Huang Sanlang, and also swept over the three Long Hu Shan Daoists behind him.

"Today I will let her sit on the great seat of Huangpi Cave, let's see who agrees, who opposes."

"Her?" Huang Huang Sanlang laughed: "Just by you?"

"Not bad, just by me."

As the words fell, Zhang Fan took a step, the light in his spirit platform was bright, his soul soared into the sky, and in an instant, a terrifying aura covered the sky and earth, sweeping in all directions.

Everyone's expression changed suddenly, looking up, only to see Zhang Fan's soul shining like a great night invasion, filling the universe.

The next moment, he opened his mouth wide, swallowing the nine lands and ten directions.

"You..."

Almost at the same moment, one yellow-skinned rat after another roared sharply, their souls leaving their bodies, being harvested like leeks, falling into the mouth of that terrifying soul.

"Great Fierce Soul, swallowing heaven and earth!"

Huang Huang Erlang, Huang Huang Sanlang, Huang Huang Wulang... roared one after another, finally revealing a look of horror.

They did not expect that the man brought by Huang Huang Jiumei was so overbearing, so terrifying, not agreeing, swallowing in all directions, taking all the souls in the cave.

Boom—

These great demons became fierce, but under that soul, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, like fish on a chopping block, one soul after another leaving the body, actually being swallowed by him.

"You..." Huang Huang Jiumei's eyes widened, simply unable to believe it.

In an instant, Zhang Fan actually swallowed the souls of all the spirits and demons in Huangpi Cave.

"Three Corpse Refining God!?"

"You are a descendant of the Wu Wei Sect!?"

Just then, the three Long Hu Shan Daoists finally moved, a look of deep shock appearing on their faces.

(End of chapter)