Chapter 317
“Everyone in the southern border is a respected figure, a giant in their own right. No matter what happens, we shouldn’t be laughing and joking around…”
“Pfft…”
Ling Yuanguo struggled to hold back his laughter, desperately pressing his lips together to stifle the tears welling in his eyes.
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“Hmm, Boss Mo, your clouds… are really white, haha… cough cough!”
“…”
Li Mo fell silent for a moment, scanning the crowd of demons, and finally sighed:
“Forget it, if you want to laugh, just laugh. It’s better than holding it in until the plan starts…”
As soon as he finished speaking.
“Baa~~ Hahahaha, Divine Hammer~ Little Overlord~~~ Hahahaha!”
“Ku ku ku…”
“Hahahaha, then I won’t hold back either…”
Shang Qinqing removed her hand from her mouth, clapping her hands on the clouds while rolling around in laughter.
“You’ve been laughing the whole time! You haven’t stopped!”
“Senior Guo, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don’t stomp your feet; if you shake the clouds too much, we’ll all crash together.”
The scene descended into chaos.
Listening to the unrestrained laughter, Li Mo felt a dark cloud hanging over his head, his anger simmering.
He wanted to clear his name and spoke up:
“Actually, I’m a swordsman…”
“Hahahaha!”
The laughter grew even louder.
Even the Chixiao Sword seemed to tremble, as if protesting against him.
The Divine Hammer Little Overlord, Li, wore a blank expression, his back teeth grinding audibly.
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Yantian Sect!
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He had invested so much in martial arts insights and achieved such impressive results in the Hengyun Sword City. Even when he saw a straight stick, he couldn’t help but want to collect it…
Could he not even be called a swordsman?!
Wasn’t it a slander against himself? Didn’t the people of Yantian Sect feel any guilt?
Li Mo decided that one day, he would bring his beautiful master to visit and have a good talk about reason.
Not long after.
In the distance, several towering mountains appeared on the horizon, along with a village nestled within them.
The first stop for revealing his divine power had arrived.
San Mountain Town.
San Mountain Town was a settlement nestled between three towering mountains, each stretching for hundreds of miles and rising thousands of feet high.
This town produced several kinds of specialties, all of which were precious commodities.
However, if the townsfolk wanted to leave, they had to navigate the treacherous mountain paths, which were both dangerous and long. Only with the blessing of the Spirit Master could they hope to return safely.
At this moment, inside the temple.
The town mayor and a group of elders were cautiously watching a plump priest adorned in gold and silver, dressed in ritualistic garb.
“Master Priest, winter is fast approaching. If we don’t go out to trade for supplies soon, many of our people won’t survive the season. What do you think…?”
“What’s the rush? Just wait for the Spirit Master to issue a decree.”
“But the statue of the Spirit Master hasn’t shone in a long time…”
The mayor’s brow was furrowed, anxiety etched on his face.
San Mountain Town had limited arable land and poor sunlight, and the crops they grew were barely enough.
They could only rely on carrying valuable mountain goods out of the mountains to trade for food, just to scrape by.
Now that the first snow had fallen, if they waited any longer, heavy snow would completely seal off the mountains, isolating the town from the world, and many of their people would starve or freeze to death.
“Without the Spirit Master’s protection, you can try to navigate the mountains on your own.”
The priest leisurely chewed on beef, grease dripping from his mouth.
“That’s out of the question.”
The old mayor’s expression changed.
At least since he could remember, the people of San Mountain Town were not allowed to enter the mountains alone.
The area between the three mountains was strange, almost as if it could devour people.
Those who ventured in without permission would inevitably get lost, unless they sought the Spirit Master’s guidance and received the mountain god’s protection to return safely.
Many young people in the tribe longed for the outside world, and some even dreamed of sneaking out.
But without exception, they all vanished without a trace.
He knew what had happened to those people.
The old mayor had once been a young man yearning for the vast world. He had even gathered a few like-minded youths to venture out together, hoping to find a new path for the townsfolk.
Yet despite their thorough preparations, they still got lost in the mountains.
One by one, his companions disappeared.
Only he was guided out, as his family had offered a hefty gift to the priest.
Five years later, when he entered the mountains again with a group of young men, he found several familiar corpses.
Those were the young people who had once wanted to escape with him.
Since then, he had held a deep respect for the authority of the mountain god.
Without the Spirit Master’s permission, they absolutely could not leave the mountains!
This was a rule strictly followed by everyone in San Mountain Town.
But now, a problem had arisen.
The Spirit Master had vanished.
Without the Spirit Master, how were they to face the man-eating mountains?
“You needn’t worry; the divine has already issued a decree.”
Seeing the mayor and the elders being so cautious, the plump priest felt it was time to act.
The plump priest was actually a follower of the Demon Summoning Cult.
He was genuinely afraid that these people, fearless and reckless, would run out of the town.
After all, there were no disaster beasts around now, and the mountains were free of thick fog.
If the townsfolk discovered that there was no so-called ‘divine’ assistance and that they could leave the mountains, what would happen then?
Fortunately, over the years, no one dared to challenge the divine authority…
“The Spirit Master will return soon. In the meantime, you must keep the tribe in check and ensure they don’t do anything to offend the divine.”
The once revered Feilian, who had embodied the faith of San Mountain Town, was now dead.
The leader had sent him a message that a new ‘mountain god’ would soon arrive.
“Oh, and prepare another batch of offerings.”
Upon hearing they needed to prepare offerings again, the mayor and the elders’ faces fell.
…
That afternoon.
At the temple at the entrance of San Mountain Town, an altar was set up, adorned with various offerings collected by the mayor from door to door.
Around the altar stood banners depicting a totem of a deer-headed, bird-bodied creature.
“Today, the Spirit Master will soon respond to my call and manifest a divine miracle!”
The plump priest glanced at the offerings, feeling quite satisfied.
He had received word that the new mountain god was on the way.
Meanwhile, the townsfolk, burdened with heavy baskets, looked on with hopeful eyes.
They were just waiting for the divine blessing so they could safely navigate around the mountains and bring back hope for winter supplies.
The plump priest, his body jiggling with fat, jumped up to perform a strange ritual dance.
This totem could connect with nearby beings possessing ancestral bloodlines.
But halfway through the dance, the villagers suddenly erupted in excited cheers.
“The mist! The mist is coming down!”
“Could it be that the mountain god is about to appear in person?”
“?”
The plump priest’s head was filled with question marks.
He had been dancing purely to create an atmosphere, to add a sense of ritual, so the townsfolk would believe in him more.
He hadn’t even begun to use the real summoning method yet.
The atmosphere wasn’t even right; there was no connection with the Spirit Master.
So what was coming down now?
The plump priest squinted to see.
A young man with deer antlers, dressed in a golden robe, descended gracefully onto the altar, supported by white clouds.
He knelt on one knee, palms on the ground (for details, refer to the Terminator’s entrance), his expression cold as he slowly rose, truly resembling a celestial being descending from the clouds.
Beside him stood a golden-clad youth with a hood and a woman whose skin shimmered with a sheen, crackling with arcs of electricity.
Both of them exuded an extraordinary aura, shrouded in mystery, flanking the young man in the center.
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In front of these three, the plump priest suddenly appeared quite lewd.
“You are…”
The plump priest squinted, preparing to question.
“How dare you~~~ speak to the divine~~~ like that!”
Look, their speech crackled with thunder, how profound and mysterious.
“I…”
“What do you mean ‘I’? You’ve seen the divine form; why don’t you bow?”
The hooded golden-clad youth shouted loudly.
“?”
The plump priest’s squinty green bean eyes flashed with confusion.
Why did this line sound so familiar?
Aren’t these all his words?
But the Spirit Master sent from the main temple clearly didn’t look like this.
Moreover, he had just tried to communicate using the summoning method and felt no response.
This was definitely not the Spirit Master sent from the main temple!
The plump priest fumed:
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