To Hell with Your Spider Demon (Asking for Monthly Votes)

This time, Great Zhen had suffered a great calamity. With Daoist Qing Song's skill in divination, he saw far more clearly than Bai Ruo, falling only a hair short of Ji Yuan, who had long understood many matters. Thus, he also knew full well what crisis Great Zhen faced. The juniors at Cloud Mountain Temple were still lacking in cultivation, while existences like Lord Qin, who had transcended ordinary cultivators, could not conveniently intervene. Otherwise, it would amount to breaking a certain tacit understanding.

Though Daoist Qing Song was the Abbot of Cloud Mountain Temple, upon seeing the Imperial Proclamations posted across the land and calculating the severity of the matter, he had immediately descended the mountain and headed north without hesitation. Not long after arriving in Qi Province, while resting on the mountain, he sensed the spiritual qi stirring within the night. Someone had surely been casting a spell. From what his senses told him, the other party's methods were somewhat crude, with obvious marks of the axe and chisel. Daoist Qing Song believed he could handle it, so he hurried over.

Daoist Qing Song was quite surprised to encounter such a group of martial artists. Not only could he not see through two of them, but one of them also carried some kind of Aura-Fiend Treasure. After giving the martial artists several protective talismans, he did not linger, instead directly pursuing the demon cultivators ahead.

Humming a tune, Daoist Qing Song moved with the power of wind and earth beneath his feet. As far and as swiftly as his song carried, the raging winds in the distance gradually subsided along with it. He had not used any profound spell to break the other party's gale; he had merely soothed the agitated spiritual qi.

Within the gale ahead, two