Guardian Divine General

Huang Huai couldn't help but recall the previous manifestation of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan's statue. It was a pity that in Huang Huai's memory, the manifestation of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan's statue hadn't displayed the wisdom of Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior, let alone actively communicated with him like Deng Mao.

Looking at the Holy Lord Emperor Guan's statue on the altar, Huang Huai's eyes held a peculiar gleam.

However, Huang Huai soon shifted his gaze to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. It was important to note that when he brought the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior and the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva here, Huang Huai had truly placed his hopes on the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

If the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva could manifest like the statue of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan, then he would have more reliance in this world.

It was just that the God-Worshipping Incense in front of the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue had already burned out. Even the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior had manifested a divine body, but the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva showed no change at all.

His gaze swept over the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior, the statue of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan, and the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Huang Huai frowned slightly. Both the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior and the statue of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan had undergone changes after absorbing Incense and Fire. Normally, the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva should be no exception.

One could even say that among the three, the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva contained the most Incense and Fire Prayer Power. This statue had been enshrined in Xunzhen Temple for hundreds of years, with countless Incense Offerings. Yet, for some unknown reason, it had not changed.

Rubbing his forehead, Huang Huai felt a headache coming on. For a moment, he couldn't understand it. It was obvious that the divine statue's manifestation was due to Incense and Fire Prayer Power, but why was the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva different from the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior and the statue of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan?

The Yellow Turban Warrior Deng Mao possessed a certain level of intelligence, yet the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva did not manifest. The information contained within this made Huang Huai even more curious about this world.

On a pavilion in the distance, two figures gazed from afar at the dilapidated courtyard about a hundred feet away. They were Zhang Yan and his disciple, who had been pursuing him all the way.

"Master, that Malevolent Spirit headed for that courtyard. I fear that demon is hiding in the courtyard. Should we..."

Zhang Yan shook his head slightly. "No rush. It seems there are people in that courtyard. Let's watch for now!"

Rustle, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the courtyard. The wind was quite strong, causing the tree in the courtyard to sway. The commotion was so great that even Huang Huai in the side room was alerted.

Huang Huai instinctively looked outside through the crack in the door. The moment he saw it, Huang Huai's eyes widened. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but take a step back, only stopping when he touched the man-high statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

In the dilapidated courtyard, where a lot of wood and other tools for repairing houses had been piled up, a phantom and eerie demon figure had appeared at some point.

Needless to say, this was the Malevolent Spirit born from the resentment of the common people who died unjustly in Niujia Village combined with a wisp of the remnant soul of Niujia Village's Guardian God. It had followed He Yuan's residual aura to this courtyard.

The demon phantom immediately rushed into the well under the small pavilion after entering the courtyard. The terrifying mental fluctuations seemed to have been stimulated and became even more intense.

The mental fluctuations, filled with endless resentment, swept across an area of more than ten feet. Huang Huai's side room was naturally within its range.

Huang Huai felt his heart pound, as if a terrifying existence was rushing towards him. But in the next moment, a divine light flashed, and a sturdy figure appeared before him. It was the manifested Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The faint divine light easily blocked the Malevolent Spirit's mental fluctuations, while Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior, stared intently at the well in the courtyard with divine light in his eyes and said to Huang Huai, "This humble god is willing to slay that evil creature for the High God!"

Huang Huai looked at the imposing and impressive Deng Mao, recalling the terrifying scene he had just witnessed. Especially since the Malevolent Spirit had plunged into the well and disappeared. If it decided to make a home in the well, then his residence would truly become a haunted house.

Deng Mao stood before Huang Huai, his bronze body, tall stature, and majestic presence making it difficult to meet his gaze.

After a moment of thought, Huang Huai glanced at the statue of the Holy Lord Emperor Guan beside him and nodded. "Alright!"

Immediately, Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior, seemed to have received his orders and bowed to Huang Huai. "This humble god respectfully obeys the High God's command."

As his voice fell, Deng Mao reached out and pushed open the door, stepping out. His figure suddenly appeared beside the well under the small pavilion.

In the side room, Huang Huai stood before the Holy Lord Emperor Guan, his figure obscuring the two statues on the altar. He watched from afar at the scene by the well through the open door.

The commotion on this side was also seen by Zhang Yan and his disciple in the distance.

Seeing the Malevolent Spirit plunge into the well, the master and disciple were overjoyed. They were almost certain that the demon was hiding in that well.

Just as they were about to act to eliminate the Malevolent Spirit and find the hidden demon, they saw a flash of divine light from the side room, followed by the appearance of a sturdy, burly man.

Seeing Deng Mao manifested from the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior, Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed. "What a Guardian Divine General. Just looking at the bright divine light surrounding him, one can tell he is extraordinary. I fear he is a Guardian Divine General comparable to the Second Realm."

Han Song naturally trusted his master's eyesight implicitly. Hearing Zhang Yan's evaluation, his gaze towards Deng Mao couldn't help but show a hint of peculiarity.

That was a Guardian Divine General comparable to the Second Realm! Even with the Great River Sect's many years of accumulation and its reputation for a deep foundation, they only had three to five such statues in the sect.

After all, although the Great River Sect controlled Great River City and the surrounding hundred-mile radius, governing hundreds of thousands of common people, the Great River Sect calculated every bit of Incense and Fire to the extreme. Being able to forge a few Guardian Divine Generals was already the limit for the Great River Sect.

They never expected to see a Guardian Divine General comparable to the Second Realm here.

Huang Huai's figure naturally entered their sight. At first, they thought Huang Huai was just an ordinary commoner who was unlucky enough to have his residence occupied by a demon. But now, seeing that Huang Huai could command a Guardian Divine General of the Second Realm, the master and disciple began to be curious about Huang Huai's identity.

In their Great River Sect, apart from Yang Li, the sect leader, only a few highly respected elders could command the sect's Guardian Divine Generals. Besides them, even disciples of the Second Realm had no authority to command a Guardian Divine General.

Huang Huai was unaware that Deng Mao's appearance had sparked curiosity in the master and disciple pair in the distance. He was currently focused on the well.

Originally, Huang Huai thought Deng Mao would at least jump into the well and fight the Malevolent Spirit. What Huang Huai didn't expect was that Deng Mao merely pulled at the bright yellow silk ribbon tied around his waist. With a flick of the ribbon in his hand, it shone with divine light, like a majestic dragon, and plunged into the well.

Seeing this, Huang Huai's eyes widened. Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior, stood by the well with a stern expression. In the next moment, a shrill, piercing howl echoed from the well. The momentum was considerable, affecting the entire courtyard and stirring up a cloud of dust.