Cultivation Maniac True Lord White!

Young Master Yi Gu and his sixty burly men worked together efficiently and skillfully, each with their own tasks.

Ten burly men carrying tools arrived at the base of the statue, preparing to excavate the 'Nameless Immortal Lord Statue'.

Then, four burly men carried a huge cloth cover in their hands and threw it upwards, covering the 'Nameless Immortal Lord Statue'!

This was to prevent the burly men from being influenced by the statue's immense charm when they saw it during the process of carrying it.

Six more burly men prepared ropes and tools, waiting to carry the Immortal Lord Statue out once it was dug out.

Finally, a burly man arrived at the entrance of the Daoist temple in a stacker truck.

The remaining burly men blocked the entrance, spread out, and rudely drove away the worshippers, preventing them from approaching the Nameless Temple!

Everything is ready.

"Listen up, don't look at this statue. Hurry up, dig it up within ten minutes!" Young Master Yi Gu shouted from behind.

After the four burly men threw the cloth cover, their eyes were glazed over—even though they had been reminded by Young Master Yi Gu before they came, the moment they looked up to throw the cloth cover, they were deeply attracted by the perfect 'Nameless Immortal Lord Statue'.

In that instant, the thought of snatching the statue of the Immortal Lord Statue and taking it for themselves surged into their minds!

Young Master Yi Gu stepped forward and kicked the four burly men with glazed eyes hard. "Get out of here and block the worshippers outside!"

The four burly men, their eyes glazed over and in a daze, went out to stop the pilgrims.

The pilgrims outside had already created quite a commotion.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Robbers! They're trying to steal the Immortal Lord Statue!"

"You're breaking the law! Gun Kai of here! Block them! Don't let them steal the Immortal Lord Statue!"

"Kill these guys!"

The worshippers roared in anger, and some picked up bricks and bottles, throwing them at the burly men.

The burly men were no kind; they grinned maliciously and punched the worshippers hard.

"Call the police! Call the police now!" A worshipper who had been beaten to the ground pulled out his phone and shouted.

In no time, the emergency hotline was flooded with calls from worshippers.

--The scene was chaotic.

Young Master Yi Gu glanced outside and snorted coldly, "Ignore the worshippers outside, hurry up."

Soon, the 'Immortal Lord Statue' that True Lord White had transformed into was dug up by the ten strong men.

Beside them, six burly men who had been waiting for a long time tied up the Immortal Lord Statue with ropes. Several men lifted the statue and moved it onto the 'stack truck'.

The forklift roared to life, carrying the Nameless Immortal Lord Statue, and headed toward a transport vehicle behind it.

Unable to break through the burly men's defenses, the worshippers could only watch helplessly as the Immortal Lord Divine Statue was taken away. For a moment, angry curses and shouts filled the entire Nameless Temple!

On the other side.

Song Shuhang finally managed to drag Doudou away from the computer and took him to the Nameless Temple.

At this moment, True Lord White's voice came from the 'Thousand-Mile Voice Flute': "Fellow Shuhang, the people you sent are truly efficient, bringing me out of the Nameless Temple so quickly... However, we cultivators need to accumulate merit, and sometimes we shouldn't be too drastic. Those worshippers outside are innocent, Shuhang, you should tell your subordinates to show some mercy and not seriously injure them!"

"What?" Song Shuhang was completely confused. He was still on his way to the Nameless Temple, where did this helper come from? "Senior True Lord White, someone dug you out of the Nameless Temple?"

"Hmm, I've been taken to a vehicle that looks like a horse-drawn carriage. Wait, could it be... these people aren't the helpers you hired?" True Lord White asked.

"The help I found is still on its way to the Nameless Temple —I haven't even seen a shadow of Nameless Temple yet." Song Shuhang was both amused and exasperated. Who was it that wanted to poach True Lord White?

"Oh, I knew it. A fellow Daoist chosen by True Lord Yellow Mountain wouldn't be such a cruel person. I'm relieved that he's not one of yours," True Lord White chuckled.

"I'll come pick you up right away," Song Shuhang called out—if True Lord White were picked up by someone else, he would be too ashamed to face the seniors in the group.

"It's alright, it's perfect this way, it saves us the trouble of driving away the worshippers ourselves. Once these people have transported me to a quiet place, I'll come out of the statue," True Lord White chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the danger.

"Okay... then I'll follow you. I'll meet you as soon as you come out of the statue," Song Shuhang replied.

The location of True Lord White can be pinpointed using the 'Thousand-Mile Voice Flute,' allowing one to follow him from a distance.

"Then let's leave it at that for now, and stay in touch," True Lord White said with a smile.

"You just spoke with True Lord White?" Doudou asked. "What happened?"

"True Lord White has been poached." Song Shuhang rubbed his temples.

"What?" Doudou looked incredulous. She had never heard of a cultivator in seclusion being poached!

"Actually, I should have thought of this long ago. The statue that True Lord White transformed into has an irresistible attraction for mortals. Under the influence of that attraction, there will definitely be some guys who will take the risk and try to seize the statue," Song Shuhang sighed.

But this is fine too—it saves him the trouble of driving away the worshippers from the 'Nameless Temple'. Now, he can just bring True Lord White back directly from the guy who dug up the statue.

As they were talking, Song Shuhang happened to pass by a mask shop. "How much are the masks, boss!"

"Five yuan each, reinforced plastic, not easily damaged," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Give me an Ultraman mask." Song Shuhang took out some change and handed it over.

I might need to use this mask when I go to pick up True Lord White later.

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Young Master Yi Gu's subordinates were very efficient, loading the 'Nameless Immortal Lord Statue' onto the delivery truck within ten minutes.

"GO! Get out of here!" Young Master Yi Gu shouted.

The sixty-odd subordinates quickly retreated, climbed onto the truck, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The angry pilgrims were left stomping their feet in frustration in the square outside the Nameless Temple!

"Where are the police? Why haven't they come yet?" a pilgrim with a bruised and swollen face shouted.

"The police response isn't that fast. After going through all the procedures, even if there's a patrol car nearby, it would take at least ten minutes to get to 'Nameless Temple' at the fastest speed," someone said, frustrated.

"Did you take a picture? We're going to post these shameless guys online and make them despised by the whole nation!"

"It was too dark, the photos are very blurry!"

Just as the worshippers were discussing the matter, two more trucks stopped in front of the Nameless Temple.

Then, a young boy jumped off the car.

More than forty burly men climbed off the truck. "Young Master Yu, is this the place?"

"This is it! Get him! Dig up the statue of the Nameless Immortal Lord! And remember, don't stare at the statue!" Young Master Yu looked determined.

Forty burly men charged menacingly toward the Nameless Temple.

Halfway up, they felt something was off because the pilgrims around them were looking at them like they were idiots. Most of them calmly took out their phones and started recording.

The forty men found it strange, but the task was more important. Young Master Yu had spent a lot of money; money talks! The fact that the pilgrims weren't stopping them made things easier for them!

They rushed into the Nameless Temple, where three men also held up a large cloth, preparing to cover the statue first.

But when they entered the temple, they were immediately stunned.

Wait, where's the statue?

The promised Immortal Lord Divine Statue is now just a pit?

"Fuck!" Young Master Yu roared, "Someone beat me to it! Which bastard dares to get ahead of me?"

Just as Young Master Yu was jumping up and down in anger, the sound of screeching brakes came from outside the Nameless Temple.

This time it was two large trucks.

Fifty burly men in black suits jumped down from above; they were all equally robust and imposing.

Then a young woman got out of the car and said in a sweet voice, "This is the Daoist temple! Everyone, get on it! Dig up the statue of the Immortal Lord! And be careful, don't stare at the statue! If you hurt the statue, I'll crush your heads!"

The lines were almost identical, and even the tone was similar to that of the previous Young Master Yu.

"Yes!" Fifty men in black suits shouted in unison and charged towards the Nameless Temple.

Just as the men in black had only run halfway there, the sound of screeching brakes came from behind.

A car with a pitchfork logo and three heavy-duty transport trucks pulled up.

Above were more than forty muscular middle-aged men and a beautiful woman.

"Damn it, someone beat us to it! Charge! We can't let the 'Immortal Lord Statue' fall into anyone else's hands. We must take the Immortal Lord Statue back!" the beautiful woman said angrily.

A chaotic three-way war is now inevitable!

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Following the 'Thousand-Mile Voice Flute', Song Shuhang finally arrived at a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Nanhua Lake City.

Four small trucks carrying the statue that True Lord White had transformed into had already entered the manor.

The tall walls and steel gates blocked Song Shuhang's way.

"This is it." Song Shuhang pinched the 'Thousand-Mile Voice Flute' and blew hard to contact True Lord White.

Now, even if True Lord White were to burst out of the statue like Calabash Brothers, it wouldn't cause any harm. At most, it would scare the guys trying to steal the statue.

"Buzz... Hello." True Lord White's soft voice came from the Thousand-Mile Voice Flute.

"Senior, that's enough. You can come out of the statue now. I'll take you away," Song Shuhang.

"Buzz... Hello, this is 'A-White's' seclusion location. There is still 1 hour and 2 quarters left until the end of this seclusion. Please wait patiently." The soft voice continued.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Holy crap, he's in seclusion?

At this moment, True Lord White actually went into seclusion to cultivate again, although this time it was only for an hour, about two hours.

But is it really necessary to be so diligent, Senior True Lord White? You can't even bear to waste this little bit of time, instead you're using it for seclusion?

At the same time, Song Shuhang recalled a sentence that Northern River's Loose Cultivator had once posted in the group, "True Lord White is truly Retreat Maniac, a role model for us all."

So this is what "Retreat Maniac" refers to? He cultivates whenever he has free time, not wasting a single second!

Song Shuhang felt that this was a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder related to seclusion, and it needed to be treated!

"Never mind," he sighed inwardly.

At worst, I'll just take the statue of True Lord White back myself.

He held a ' Armor Talisman in his left palm just in case.

Then, Song Shuhang put on the Ultraman mask and slowly walked to the thick steel gate.

"Let's go!" He took a deep breath.

The Blood Qi and blood in the Heart Aperture are mobilized and circulated to the arms.

Recite the mantra of the Vajra Foundation Fist.

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His fists were like cannonballs, sweeping away Qianjun!

Then, Doudou stood to the side, sticking out her tongue in boredom... what a spoilsport!