Dingjun Mountain (High Energy This Chapter)

In a small courtyard nestled in the mountains, Yao Lao is sharpening his knife.

He received a message from Qiu Zhiheng that all thirteen mourners had died.

The deaths of thirteen cultivators will bring the misfortune of the Mourning Gate Formation to its peak, and the Mourning Gate Formation will bring a catastrophe to Medicine King Gully.

Where did the catastrophe begin?

No need to ask, we must start with the Local Earth God.

The Mourning Star will bring the calamity of the formation to Yao Lao first.

He would also bring the wronged souls of those who had died in mourning to Yao Lao.

Under normal circumstances, the Mourning Star would not dare to make a direct move at Yao Lao's house.

He's gathered all the bad luck into Yao Lao's house, and now he dares to take action.

"Old dog, come here!" Yao Lao tested the edge of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade knife.

He planned to capture the Mourning Star and then force him to reveal the formation Mourning Star up.

Even if it costs me my life, I have to break this Mourning Gate Formation!

As long as I'm still alive, no one can touch Medicine King Gully.

Yao Lao had drunk his fill of wine and was waiting for his Mourning Star knocking.

Whoosh~

There were hundreds of wine jars piled up at the base of the wall, and the topmost jar was slowly sliding down, about to fall to the ground.

With a flick of his longsword, Yao Lao sent the wine jar back to its original position.

These wines were Yao Lao's prized possessions, left to sit against the wall for who knows how many years, just piled up like that, and then this just happened to cause a problem.

Unlucky.

Mourning Star has arrived.

A touch of alcohol can ward off a touch of bad luck.

Yao Lao tried to suppress the bad luck with the smell of alcohol, but the Mourning Gate Formation was too powerful, and the difference between the smell of alcohol and the bad luck was huge.

A chilling wind arose, and five balls of green flame entered the courtyard, rampaging wildly.

These are the spirits of the deceased, sent to lead the charge, attempting to destroy the mechanisms and traps in the courtyard.

Yao Lao used his long knife to lift a wine jar and throw it into the air. The wine spilled down, and the ghosts howled and wailed before turning into dust in the blink of an eye.

"You son of a bitch!" Yao Lao spat. "I've waited all this time for you, and this is all you offer me?"

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of ghosts rushed into the courtyard, circling around Yao Lao without making a move.

Is this all a form of stagnation?

Where are all these funeral arrangements coming from?

These are not all undead cultivators; some are the souls of the dead who were entangled with them to death. This was collected by the Mourning Star over several decades. In his hands, these souls are all weapons full of bad luck.

Yao Lao swung his long sword again, and hundreds of wine jars flew up from the wall, splashing wine down like a rain of liquor.

Originally, the rain of wine would have been enough to wipe out this group of dead souls.

As luck would have it, a gust of wind blew, tilting the mouth of the jar, and the wine spilled off course, spilling quickly, and was all gone in the blink of an eye.

This is the power of the Mourning Gate Formation.

The wine rain was scattered by the gale, but the spirits of the dead still lingered around. When Yao Lao touched the hilt of his knife, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade sword flew out, the hilt extending more than ten feet, like a string of candied hawthorns, stringing together dozens of spirits. With a twist of the blade, the dozens of spirits turned into ashes.

The longsword returned steadily to his hand. The remaining ghosts hid in the distance, not daring to approach. Yao Lao yawned and said, "Old dog, I'm almost asleep!"

With so many souls lost, did the Mourning Star get nothing in return?

These souls turned to ashes, but the ashes did not dissipate; they still lingered above Yao Lao.

The ashes silently gathered into a ball, seemingly without Yao Lao noticing.

This is extremely unlucky. If he were to actually take this hit, Yao Lao would not be able to dodge the next blow, because no matter which way he tries to dodge, something unexpected would happen.

The ashes fell rapidly, and Yao Lao remained completely unprepared.

As the ashes fell on his head, Yao Lao suddenly drew his carved bow from behind him.

At the same time, Back Flags flew up from all sides, fluttering and dispelling the dust on their heads.

With the arrow nocked, Yao Lao drew back his bow, turned abruptly, and shot an arrow behind him.

You scoundrel, I knew you were going to make your move.

Yao Lao knew that bad luck was approaching, and if he dodged, he would fall victim to Mourning Star.

If you don't dodge, you'll be hit by this bad luck and suffer severe damage.

Because he accurately predicted the opponent's tactics, Yao Lao also figured out the opponent's position.

The arrow flew through the air, but unfortunately it missed its target.

It's normal to miss. No matter how good your archery is, there's always a chance of it going wrong. Under such a strong sense of bad luck, there's no possibility of hitting the target with a single arrow.

Yao Lao fired another arrow, but it still missed.

Based on his experience, Yao Lao changed direction and fired five arrows in succession, finally stopping one of them in mid-air.

I won!

Yao Lao spat a ball of flame at the arrow, and amidst the wailing, a figure appeared.

The Mourning Star has appeared!

With Back Flags all four sides, the figure was surrounded and pinned to the ground.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!" Yao Lao, wielding Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, stabbed off the head of the Mourning Star with a single blow.

To prevent the Mourning Star rising again, Yao Lao took out a wine pot and poured half a pot of wine on the Mourning Star's neck.

The smoke was thick, confirming that the other party was indeed dead, and Yao Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

The death of the Mourning Star has brought trouble; how can this Mourning Gate Formation be broken?

Yao Lao wanted to have a drink to calm his mind, but the corpse on the ground suddenly turned into a cloud of dust and landed on Yao Lao's face.

Bad luck is coming my way!

Was this Mourning Star?

No, this isn't Mourning Star. The one that was just nailed to the ground was the soul of a jinxed cultivator.

How could I have misread it?

How could I not distinguish between Mourning Star and a ghost?

A dream!

Yao Lao was dragged into a dream.

All perception and judgment were distorted by the dream.

When did you enter the dream?

Yao Lao knew that the Mourning Star had the ability to Dream Cultivator, and he had taken precautions beforehand.

He was highly focused, so it was impossible for him to fall into a dream.

Did you get distracted earlier?

When bad luck is lurking, anything can happen.

Thinking too much was useless. Yao Lao a ball of flame into his palm, and as it burned, he regained his senses.

I saw no dead souls or Mourning Star in front of me, but it seemed like I stepped on something.

It looks like some loose wine lees.

Oh no, this is a trap.

Yao Lao stepped right into the trap he had set.

The mansion in the dream was quite different from the real mansion. When Yao Lao was chasing the Mourning Star in the dream, his steps were twisted, and by a twist of fate, he walked into his own trap.

The medicine jar hanging in the warehouse broke, and the powder spilled all over Yao Lao.

It's unbelievable how bad luck has gotten to this point.

This was the poison he had carefully prepared, and now it had all landed on him.

The poison immediately seeped into his skin, and Yao Lao's body stiffened. The lingering smell of alcohol on his body dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The smell of alcohol was an important barrier for Yao Lao to ward off bad luck. Yao Lao raised the wine pot, trying to wash away the poison with the wine.

Whether it was sweaty palms or wine, the wine pot slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Yao Lao bent down to pick up the wine jug, and two ghosts pounced on him from behind.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, driven by Yao Lao's will, moved behind him to parry.

Unfortunately, the poison suddenly took effect at that moment. Yao Lao was in excruciating pain, his mind went blank, and his technique became unbalanced. The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade went out of control and stabbed towards Yao Lao's back.

The stab was both fierce and precise, piercing straight through Yao Lao's chest.

Yao Lao drew his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, but lost his footing and stumbled, accidentally stepping on one of his own traps. A can of strong liquor fell and spilled all over him.

Can this bottle of strong liquor wash away poison?

Cannot.

There are many kinds of wine in the yard, all of which can wash away poison, but this jar cannot. This jar of wine was specially used by Yao Lao to aggravate the poison.

The poison took effect, causing Yao Lao's skin to peel off, leaving him a bloody mess. He stood there, struggling to move.

The vengeful spirits, Back Flags on all sides struggled to drive them away, but Yao Lao's alcohol fumes were almost exhausted, and he could no longer even move the Back Flags.

Yao Lao heard the Mourning Star's voice. "Look at yourself! Who do you think you are?"

Depressing words and phrases.

Suddenly, Mourning Star appeared, passed through the Back Flags, picked up the weakened Yao Lao, and tossed him to another Mourning Star as if toying with him.

Why is another Mourning Star here?

The jinx, holding Yao Lao by the Mourning Star, laughed and said, "You drunkard, do you even deserve to be Local Earth God? I don't even need to lift a finger to kill you; a few wandering ghosts will be enough to take your life."

Driven by his depressing words, Yao Lao lost all will to fight.

The three dead souls raised their Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and plunged them into Yao Lao's chest.

The Mourning Star said, "Do you even have a face? If you still care about this old face, hurry up and kill yourself. I'm doing this for your own good. If this Local Earth God dies at the hands of a wandering ghost, wouldn't it become a laughing stock for the whole world?"

Dying is easy.

What about Medicine King Gully?

The Mourning Star had a plan for Yao Lao: "Of the living people in Medicine King Gully, I'll keep half, and I'll give the other half to you as burial goods."

What are you waiting for? Don't you want to die? You've lived to this age, you're truly shameless!

Kill half?

You bastard, you try it!

Yao Lao suddenly snatched back the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and slashed at the Mourning Star.

As the First Blade was being swung in mid-air, Yao Lao suddenly experienced a ringing in his ears. He swung the sword in the wrong direction, missing the Mourning Star, and was instead kicked to the ground by another Mourning Star.

A touch of alcohol can ward off a touch of bad luck.

A sip of wine will help me recover!

There were still a few jars of wine by the wall. Yao Lao struggled to get up and tried to call the wine jars over.

A gust of wind blew, completely dispelling the smell of alcohol from his body, rendering his technique ineffective.

Yao Lao rushed toward the wine jar by the wall, Mourning Star reappeared and kicked Yao Lao the chest, sending him flying more than ten feet away.

Before Yao Lao could even get up, another Mourning Star appeared beside him, turning bad luck into a long sword that pierced Yao Lao's back.

Yao Lao barely dodged it, but another Mourning Star turned bad luck into a hammer and smashed it into Yao Lao's face.

The hammer blow cracked Yao Lao's skull, and the influx of bad luck dimmed his vision, leaving Yao Lao only able to vaguely make out outlines.

Why are there so many Mourning Star?

A dream?

Yao Lao was certain that he had not entered a dream.

This must be a clone.

How could the Mourning Star's clone be so powerful?

Is this also a technique that Inner State gave him?

Yao Lao struggled to his feet, but before he could even stand up straight, several Mourning Star led a group of dead souls to attack him.

Alcohol, even a sip of alcohol can rival him.

After struggling for several rounds, Yao Lao finally managed to get his hands on a wine jar. Before he could even taste the wine, the Mourning Star's clone smashed the jar with an iron hammer, and Yao Lao was slammed against the wall by the hammer.

The wall collapsed, and Yao Lao climbed up from the rubble and stood by the bed.

The wind-up record player that Li Banfeng had given him sat by the bedside.

He knew what the record player was for and where the record came from.

Want to hear it?

I'm too ashamed to listen.

I felt guilty towards her back then, and I have even less face to see her today.

The battle was fought in a pathetic fashion; to this day, Yao Lao has not even seen the true form of the Mourning Star.

The Mourning Star was right; I'm really going to throw away all my pride.

Yao Lao saw the wine vat in the room. This was the last chance, and the only backup plan he could use at the moment.

But he knew in his heart that, given the current battle situation and his luck, if he rushed directly into the wine vat, he might not even get a single drop of wine.

Even if you can't find it, you have to try.

Yao Lao just taken a step toward the wine vat when his knee buckled, causing him to fall to the ground.

He used his hands to support his body as he climbed toward the wine vat.

Two ghosts stepped forward and stomped Yao Lao to the ground. Yao Lao struggled to his feet and knocked the two ghosts away. One of the ghosts staggered and bumped into the record player on the bedside table.

According to the current fortune, the record player should be broken by now.

But the ghost didn't break the record player; instead, it touched the record player's switch.

Sizzle sizzle~

The record player emitted some static.

Inside the room, all the spirits of the deceased were motionless.

Yao Lao's heart tightened; he had no idea what he was about to hear.

He didn't know what the Marshal would say to him.

Clang clang~

The gongs and drums started beating.

The group of clones of the Mourning Star were terrified by the sound of gongs and drums.

Is this record player some kind of magic weapon?

The Mourning Star immediately manipulated its clone to destroy the record player. However, once the singing started, the Mourning Star's true body became unstable and was forced back several feet along with its true body.

"This letter came at just the right time."

Heaven helped Huang Zhong succeed in his labor.

Standing at the camp gate to relay the camp signal.

Listen to the teachings, young and old!

It's "Dingjun Mountain".

Yao Lao's eyes widened.

It's the Marshal!

It's her!

When she went to war, she sang "Dingjun Mountain" for the soldiers.

She still remembers this old man!

The two clones of the Mourning Star rushed towards the record player again.

His true form was hidden beside the wine vat.

According to the Mourning Star's prediction, Yao Lao will rush towards the wine vat without hesitation. At that time, he will destroy the record player and then use his real body to deal with Yao Lao, thus securing victory.

Unexpectedly, Yao Lao didn't head for the wine vat; instead, he protected the record player at all costs.

The Mourning Star was secretly alarmed: This old man is a wine repairman, and what he needs most right now is wine. Could this record player be more important than wine?

Then we definitely can't keep it.

The Mourning Star sent five clones to besiege Yao Lao.

In the midst of the struggle, Yao Lao was knocked to the ground by the clone, which also overturned the table behind him.

The table topped over the cabinet, which then fell and smashed onto the wine vat.

There's really no way to explain luck.

Logically speaking, this is extremely unlucky.

Unexpectedly, Yao Lao collapsed, the wine vat shattered, and the entire vat of wine spilled all over Yao Lao.

The Mourning Star was startled, sensing that something was wrong.

Was the old man lucky?

How could he possibly be lucky when the Mourning Gate Formation was at its peak?

Huff, huff~

Portable Abode, Li Banfeng lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Huff, huff~

Portable Abode and Li Banfeng were both panting.

Li Banfeng rubbed his hips. "With one foot inside the door and the other outside, digging like this is too tiring."

The walls trembled, Li Banfeng heard Portable Abode's voice. "Four railway tracks, switching back and forth, do you think I'm not tired?"

Looking at the blood-stained dirt in the sack, Li Banfeng suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahahaha!"

The whistle sounded, Portable Abode seemed to be laughing along with Li Banfeng.

Huff~ Huff~

The Wife cheered repeatedly, and the drums thundered on and on.

The Mourning Gate Formation has been broken!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In Yao Lao's courtyard, the bad luck dissipated with the sound of war drums.

The record player was still playing "Dingjun Mountain".

The drums beat loudly, Mourning Star tremble with fear.

Each word terrified the group of dead souls, who cowered and covered their heads in fear.

"The drums are beating high, the battle is underway!"

The wine that had spilled on the ground disappeared; Yao Lao had drunk it down along with the mud and sand.

"Second drumbeat, tighten your battle robes!"

Yao Lao stood up, straightened his clothes, and put the four Back Flags back on his back.

"Three drumbeats, swords drawn!"

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade returned to Yao Lao's palm.

"Four drumbeats sound, surrender the troops!"

The Mourning Star summoned the spirits of the dead to resist Yao Lao, but the spirits had long since lost their ability to move amidst the songs playing on the record player.

Yao Lao brandished his long sword, and wherever the blade passed, the room was filled with the steam of alcohol.

Hundreds of souls turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Whether it was due to his leg injury or because he was drunk, Yao Lao staggered toward the Mourning Star. With a flash of light and a gust of wind, the Mourning Star was cut in two.

This is a clone.

Where is the real body?

Yao Lao couldn't see clearly.

"So what if I can't see clearly? I'll just chop them all down!" Yao Lao laughed, and the mist of alcohol instantly enveloped the entire courtyard. The pungent liquor made it impossible for the Mourning Star to open his eyes.

Amidst the flashing blades, the dozen or so clones were reduced to a pile of mangled limbs and broken bones.

The Mourning Gate Formation was broken, and the bad luck was gradually overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Mourning Star controlled a clone to fly out of the courtyard.

Yao Lao threw out his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and chased after the clone with the long blade.

Taking advantage of the Mourning Star tried to escape. As it moved, it stirred up a slight breeze, causing the wine mist to sway slightly.

The Back Flags behind him trembled in the fog, and Yao Lao determined the location of the Mourning Star.

"You dog, where do you think you're going!" Yao Lao reached out and grabbed the Mourning Star's head.

Once your head is grabbed, it'll be hard to get away!

The Mourning Star transformed its bad luck into a short knife, stabbing and slashing at Yao Lao's arm.

Yao Lao seemed oblivious to the pain, grabbing the Mourning Star's head and charging forward.

The Mourning Star manipulated all the remaining clones to besiege Yao Lao.

Back Flags all sides, helping Yao Lao to defend himself.

If you can handle it, then handle it; if you can't, then bear it!

Yao Lao didn't care how many knives he was stabbed; he grabbed the Mourning Star's head and charged forward.

The Mourning Star dragged Yao Lao into a dream.

Yao Lao's steps were distorted by the dream, but he still kept rushing forward.

Is he dreaming or awake?

The Mourning Star couldn't be identified, and Yao Lao himself was too lazy to identify it.

How about staying awake?

So what if it's a dream?

Just keep charging forward!

After killing the clone, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade flew back and waited for Yao Lao in the courtyard.

"Those who advance will be rewarded, those who retreat will inevitably face execution. All generals, return to camp with me!"

The old general roared angrily, grabbed the Mourning Star's head, and slammed it into the blade!

The bad luck in Medicine King Gully has dissipated.

Mourning Star, its wails never cease.