Sudden Change
The glow of the sunset shone quietly for a long time before slowly dissipating and returning to nothingness.
Su Yao sheathed his sword, gazed at the empty Great Void, and remained silent for a moment.
With all four enemies dead and all grudges settled, he felt no joy, only a faint sense of melancholy.
He composed himself, turned around, and bowed respectfully to Yang Xuanye and Xue Min.
"Thank you both for your help today."
Yang Xuanye shook his head, looking at the place where Zheng Qingci had disappeared, his expression complicated. After all, he was the magistrate of a county, who had governed for more than ten years, and now he had turned into nothingness in a single day. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Xue Min's expression remained indifferent; she merely glanced at Su Yao, her tone slightly cold:
"Master, this massacre is excessive and may not be a good thing."
Upon hearing this, Su Yao frowned slightly but did not argue. He simply nodded and said no more.
He had his own plan: if these four people were not eliminated, they would cause endless trouble in the future.
As for his reputation, it's already ruined, so one more incident won't make a difference.
He raised his hand and used his Law Power to lift the round fan and official seal left behind by Zheng Qingci. He glanced at the fan, put it away, and then presented the official seal, along with Heyin's belongings—beads, feather robe, and wooden hairpin—to Xue Min.
"These will have to be dealt with by the mountain god."
Xue Min remained silent, collected Heyin's belongings, and handed the official seal to Yang Xuanye. Yang Xuanye accepted it with both hands, his expression solemn. Xue Min still said nothing.
Yang Xuanye had just put away the official seal and was about to speak...
"Boom!"
A sudden burst of violent inspiration erupted, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, creating towering waves!
All six people present were at the Purple Mansion, possessing extremely keen spiritual senses. Instantly, they all looked towards the southeast.
At the edge of the sky, the Geng Wood aura of the Gengmu River surged like a tide, carrying with it a thick green miasma, rushing in with great force! Wherever the miasma passed, life became putrid and rotten, all things withered and decayed, and the grass and trees turned to rot, as if everything old in the world was decaying, collapsing, and returning to dust.
Yet, amidst the stench and desolation, a faint glimmer of life lingered. On the withered wood, mycelium seemed to sprout; beneath the decaying leaves, new buds appeared to be emerging. It was as if this miasma was not merely destruction, but a thorough cleansing.
With the old laws gone, new laws must be established.
To live from decay, to come back to life from death—this is the Geng Wood.
Upon seeing this, Xue Min's expression changed drastically, her brows furrowed, and she angrily said:
"The King personally used Pure Qi Law Treasure to suppress him for several days because of your Purple Mansion Dharma Banquet! It's only been a few days since things calmed down, and that son of a bitch Mo Chen has started again! Is he in such a hurry to die?!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuanye couldn't help but look at Xue Min.
This mountain god, who always presented himself as a humble gentleman, was clearly enraged to utter such foul language today.
But at this moment, Yang Xuanye was truly in no mood to be considerate of others.
He sent countless memorials to the capital, Qingzhou, Kunming, but they all disappeared without a trace, receiving only a cold "Just wait and see."
First, the two True Person masters, Great Yang and Earth Witch, sought golden bodies and perished, causing untold suffering to the people of Nanzhao; now Geng Wood, Gengmu, has arrived, and it seems he too will perish.
What great lineage would come to such a remote place to prove their Dao?
Moreover, the spiritual aura created by the True Person of those two Witchcraft Dao more than twenty years ago has not yet dissipated, which is extremely detrimental to the Immortal Dao.
Coming here seeking gold is nothing short of a dead end.
Before he could finish his thoughts, Xue Min had already transformed into a streak of light and fled swiftly in the southeast direction.
Yang Xuanye suddenly snapped out of his daze, looked at Su Yao, and asked in a deep voice:
"Abbot, would you like to come and observe together?"
Su Yao looked at the surging green and black miasma and nodded slightly.
"Let's go together."
Before he finished speaking, he and Yang Xuanye had already transformed into two streaks of light, following closely behind Xue Min.
Li Chaoxue, Yang Nan, and Ni Polu exchanged a glance and then each used their escape techniques to follow.
The search for gold is a once-in-a-millennium event.
Although the three cultivated different Dao Path, they knew they might not have the fortuitous opportunity to seek gold in this lifetime. But what cultivator wouldn't want to witness such a momentous event firsthand?
Wumeng Mountain.
This place is located at the junction of Nanzhao, Southern Frontier, and Miao Frontier. It is characterized by high mountains, dense forests, and miasma that lingers year-round.
Within a thousand miles, the poisonous fog was like a veil, obscuring the sky and the sun. If an ordinary cultivator entered, the slightest carelessness would result in their spiritual energy being eroded by the miasma. At best, their Daoxing would be greatly damaged; at worst, they would turn into pus and blood.
Therefore, although this place is full of spiritual energy, it is sparsely populated by humans and is the domain of demons and plant spirits.
But today, Wumeng Mountain, a dazzling light shines, Geng Wood surges like a raging sea, swirling endlessly in the sky. All the demons and spirits of plants and trees in the mountains are filled with great fear.
Some huddled deep in the caves, trembling; some fled with their families towards the outside of the mountains; and some, though possessing intelligence, Daoxing too weak to move and were crushed to the ground by the overwhelming pressure descending from the sky, unable even to lift their heads.
Within the Great Void.
As soon as Su Yao and his group of six arrived, they spotted a figure in the distance.
He was a young man dressed in Lü Yu, with handsome features, lips like cinnabar, eyes like deep pools, and a single drop of emerald green between his brows. His whole being exuded an indescribable effeminate and sinister aura.
At this moment, he was stuck at the boundary between the mortal world and the Great Void, half of his body inside and half outside, as if he were being squeezed by heaven and earth, or as if he had deliberately stood on this "threshold".
It was Geng Wood Mo Chen, the Great True Person of the Gengmu Dao Sect.
Behind him, the five orbs of light formed by his Divine Ability were slowly rotating, like five Great Yang of different colors linked together by a beam of dark green light, each radiating a completely different Daoist charm.
Su Yao looked at Xue Min:
"Does the Mountain God know which lineage this Great True Person belongs to?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Min turned her head and sneered:
"I haven't asked the abbot yet, in which remote corner of your Xuanmen Mysterious Gate did you find this Geng Wood Great True Person Gengmu?"
Su Yao was speechless for a moment, and could only turn his head away.
"What do you think of this fiend's worth?"
Yang Xuanye had somehow appeared beside Su Yao, his gaze fixed on the figure stuck at the edge of the Great Void in the distance. His voice was low, but it couldn't hide the gravity in it.
Su Yao didn't turn his head, but stared at Mo Chen. After a moment of silence, he said slowly:
Based on the records in my observation room, I am at least 10% certain.
"One-tenth..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuanye muttered to himself, his expression growing increasingly grim.
Xue Min coldly replied:
I doubt he even has a tenth of that!
"Here we go."
Ni Polu suddenly whispered.
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Chen moved.
He slowly raised his hands, as if embracing the heavens and the earth.
Behind them, five orbs of light, each carrying a dark green beam, suddenly contracted, like five dark green Great Yang collapsing towards the center at the same time. A muffled groan suddenly emanated from the boundary between the Great Void and the mortal world, as if the heavens and earth themselves were being forcibly pulled apart in this contraction.
Mo Chen brought his hands together, then his ten fingers flew like wheels, unleashing one profound Method Formula after another. Each Method Formula landed in the five orbs of light, stirring up a circle of dark green ripples, carrying the Geng Wood and boundless miasma that spread in all directions.
He used his own Golden Nature as a guide to forcibly draw in the five Divine Ability to melt them together.