Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!

Overcast day, deep mountains, an old, unnamed temple.

This ancient temple is riddled with holes, resembling a decayed skeleton, teetering as if it might collapse.

Judging by its appearance, it's impossible to tell how many years this temple has been abandoned, giving off a sense of rot from the inside out.

The air is filled with the stench of wet mud, and this area is unusually silent.

Suddenly, a large black bird resting on the roof flaps its wings swiftly and shoots into the sky.

A few feathers fell from its wings, clearly startled.

Yes, the old temple moved all of a sudden.

The initially silent temple began to shake, as if something inside was trying to come out.

The walls inside the temple already had cracks, and now the cracks widened, even emitting brilliant multicolored lights.

Bang!

Debris crumbled, and a child's head emerged.

This head was adorned with two little braids, wobbling left and right, looking cute, but its eyes were ghostly white, terrifying without pupils.

Those adorable braids combined with the ghostly eyes gave off an eerie vibe.

Bang, bang, bang!

At that moment, several similar heads appeared.

These heads emerged from the walls, swaying side to side, making the temple appear as if countless heads had sprouted from the walls in this dark environment, incredibly creepy.

Every head was decorated with two small braids, each with different colors.

As their heads continued to sway, colorful lights constantly emerged, making the entire temple glow and seemingly come back to life.

With a booming sound, the entire wall crumbled, revealing the figure of a man dressed in splendid robes.

His robes were inscribed with ink, phrases like "Fist drinks Martial World east to the sea," "One year, one finger, one cycle of decay and prosperity," looking like poetry.

This man himself appeared quite elegant, with graceful demeanor, resembling an Immortal from the poems.

But the Immortal had something peculiar about him; despite his dashing appearance, he wore a silly mouse hat, making him look rather comical.

At this moment, this Immortal stepped on those seven white-eyed children as if riding a carriage, rather than standing on children.

The children continued wobbling their heads like rattles, chuckling, turning the whole temple into a Ghostly Land, seemingly crawling with evil spirits.

The Immortal brushed off the dust on his mouse hat, looking at everything around him, suddenly speaking in a strong Qingzhou accent, "Where have you brought me?"

At this point, the temple's plaque fell to the ground with a clang, vaguely showing the words "God of Killing Temple."

"God of Killing Temple!"

"Heavenly State God of Killing Temple?"

"This is Nine Provinces Martial World!"

The Immortal was suddenly so excited he danced on the children!

"Eleven years! Eleven years! Finally, I, Wei Wuqing, have returned!"

Then, he reached out, and with a swish, that startled black bird observing the scene was drawn into his hand.

The Immortal looked at this black bird, excitedly saying, "Eleven years! Eleven years! Do you know how I've spent these eleven years?"

The black bird was panicked and confused, not understanding what this madman was saying, nor did it need to.

For as soon as his hand closed, the bird turned into a blood mist.

The man claiming to be Wei Wuqing put his mouse hat back on and said, "My brothers! My Twelve Star Signs brothers! My good Star Rage Peacock! My good disciples and grandchildren, I have returned!"

He shouted in the temple, his voice echoing through the mountains and forests.

The heads of the seven white-eyed children underneath him swayed until they became shadows, their braids intertwining into a rainbow-like pattern.

"I've traveled from the Divine Tomb all the way here, even gaining these seven Demon Children. Just my mount alone is surely unparalleled in this Martial World, domineering and unmatched!"

It seems this Immortal hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time; he kept talking to himself for quite a while after breaking through the wall.

Then, he pulled on a few chains embedded in the Demon Children's flesh, laughing heartily, "Let's go! Time to meet my good brothers and my good Star Rage! Let the world know that Wei Wuqing is back!"

As he spoke, the surrounding air seemed to rotate, as if countless invisible hands were stirring, creating an extraordinary momentum.

....

"Get down! Get down!"

Along the way, Duan Yun couldn't help but complain to the stack of people on his head.

Little Yin heard Duan Yun speaking for her, tears almost falling.

The Old Demon still cares for me!

"When there are fewer people, stacking for a while is enough. If it's just Little Yin, outsiders might think we can't afford proper mounts!"

"Get down."

Under the request of Duan Yun, the leader of the group of heroes, Little Yin was soon left with just Duan Yun and the coffin.

Duan Yun, wanting to change his mount for a while, had Little Yin carry the coffin, but jumped onto Big White's back himself.

Big White was running, bobbing its head with delight.

After indulging in the thrill of stacking, the Murong brothers saw Little Yin carrying the large coffin and felt heartbroken.

Such a young girl doing such heavy labor seemed more painful than riding him.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "If I could, I'd rather be ridden in her place!"

Everyone heard and turned their heads, including Big White and Little Yin.

"You said that?" Duan Yun asked.

"I..."

The Murong brother had barely uttered a word when Duan Yun and Big White leaped and together saddled on him.