Summit of the Old Gods

"Tell me about your Wolf Bone Village," Deng Yuxiang spoke, "starting with the Village Chief."

"R-Revered one, our Village Chief is named Lang Wu, a Greedy Wolf believer, presumably of the Sea Realm High Rank, though I'm not certain of his exact strength."

"Both of the Village Chief's wives are Thousand Bone believers. The First Lady should be of Middle to High Rank Sea Realm, and the Second Lady is at the Initial Stage of Sea Realm, having advanced just half a month ago."

"Wolf Bone Village has a total of seventy-three people, with eighteen Greedy Wolf disciples and twenty-three Thousand Bone believers, most are Middle to High Rank River Realm..."

The Mud Venerate female disciple spoke tremblingly.

Under Deng Yuxiang's intense gaze, the other party spared no detail.

Not far from the big tree, the expression of the woman in black grew increasingly grave!

The power realms of Village Chief Lang and his wives were indeed something that could be used to intimidate this group of mysterious people and also serve as a bargaining chip for survival.

But the Mud Venerate female disciple babbled on as if about to divulge all the information about Wolf Bone Village!

How could that be allowed?

"Cui Li!" the woman in black forced out a name through clenched teeth.

The Mud Venerate female disciple shuddered instantly, and her words came to a halt.

Deng Yuxiang frowned slightly and turned to look coldly at the woman in black: "Did I give you permission to speak?"

The heart of the woman in black thudded violently!

She barely managed to stand her ground.

The piercing eyes of the woman in the raincoat felt like two daggers, stabbing straight into her heart.

"Good heavens~" Lu Ran remained expressionless, but in his heart, he muttered.

Sure enough, it's my Big Nightmare!

Truly imposing!

"Speak," Deng Yuxiang continued looking at the woman in black, speaking softly.

Beside the horse hooves, the Mud Venerate female disciple named Cui Li continued in a trembling voice, "The remaining thirty people are disciples of various sects, including eight Mud Venerate believers, six Desolate Drum believers, two Nine Bamboo believers..."

She mentioned many Weak God disciples in succession.

When she heard "Nine Bamboo Sect," Si Xianxian lowered her head slightly, using the wide brim of her bamboo hat to shield her face.

Si's mother is a believer of the Seventh-class God, Nine Bamboo.

If they came to Holy Spirit Mountain, they could only live at the mercy of others, destined for slaughter.

She hoped... her mother wouldn't come.

Si Xianxian bit her lip.

No, she surely wouldn't come!

Mother's talent is very poor, her combat strength very low, even reaching the High Rank River Realm is a dream, how could she possibly catch the eye of Lord Nine Bamboo and be thrown into such a slaughterhouse of the Human Clan?

Disciples of the Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth-class Gods are already particularly rare within the Mountain Realm.

Anyone who can enter the mountain is like the Three Sisters of the Zhong Family Shadow Guard Team, outstanding figures of the sect...

Thinking of this, Si Xianxian's mood brightened considerably.

Suddenly, she sensed a gaze focused on her, carrying a slight pressure.

Si Xianxian turned to look, meeting Jiang fairy's eyes.

Jiang Ruyi's thoughts were delicate, as if she saw through Si Xianxian's mental activity. Her naturally lowered left hand lightly twirled her fingers.

Si Xianxian bit her lip, suppressing the slight panic, and bowed her head to move forward.

As the two horses stood side by side, Si Xianxian also held the Sect Leader Lady's hand.

The touch was soft, somewhat cool.

Yet especially comforting.

Si Xianxian had just stabilized her emotions, becoming strong again, but because of Jiang Ruyi's tiny action, she inexplicably felt a bit of grievance welling up.

Indeed, here with Lu Ran and Jiang Ruyi, she could be an ordinary little girl.

She could receive so much love.

And just as Si Xianxian was soaking in this silent comfort, not far away, the Mud Venerate female disciple spoke out a truth that was not hard to guess:

The more than thirty Weak God disciples were the lowest class of servants.

With no human rights to speak of, oppressed and humiliated servants.

"Ha," Deng Yuxiang let out a cold laugh.

The Mud Venerate female disciple knelt on the ground, trembling even more violently.

She didn't know what the Sea Realm Great Power's cold laugh meant, or which of her words had displeased the other.

She only knew she could be killed at any moment.

Or experience a fate worse than death.

"Can I trust you?" Deng Yuxiang asked again.

"Every word is true! Sir, I dare not deceive you, if there is the slightest falsehood, may I die a horrible death..." The Mud Venerate female disciple continuously made vicious oaths.

Deng Yuxiang did believe that the other did not dare lie.

However, Deng Yuxiang still looked towards the woman in black under the tree in the distance and asked, "Is what she said true?"

Tan Wenhu's face was livid!

Combining Deng Yuxiang's various actions, Tan Wenhu realized what this group of mysterious people intended to do.

Pretending to uphold justice on behalf of others?

Damn!

What the hell are they acting for?

Living on Holy Spirit Mountain, how clean can you really be?

Tan Wenhu cursed silently, saying one thing in her heart, another with her mouth: "Fellow Daoist is noble and kind, I admire you, but don't listen to this person's nonsense..."

"Where was I wrong?" the Mud Venerate female disciple suddenly shouted, her voice loud.

She, terrified and trembling all along, always enveloped in fear, her mind not very clear.

At this moment, she finally came to her senses, immediately opening her mouth to refute.

She gradually sorted out her thoughts, realizing she had no retreat!

After all, she had divulged so much information, if brought back to Wolf Bone Village, with the malicious nature of the Village Chief and the wives, what awaited her would be a fate worse than death.

Now, she could only hope for this mysterious and powerful woman in the raincoat.

She hoped the other would uphold justice.

Would provide some protection for the Mud Venerate disciples.

"Yes, where were we wrong?" The Mud Venerate disciples spoke in unison, indignant.

"Aren't we just being enslaved by you? A few days ago, a Cold Plum disciple was driven to death by you, breaking down and committing suicide!"

"That's right! Even in death not at rest, the flesh was peeled clean, the skeleton buried in the Second Lady's back garden, at any time to be used for amusement..."

"Shut up! All of you shut up!" Tan Wenhu shouted sternly.

Deng Yuxiang's gaze was icy, calmly watching the woman in black.

Fifth-class God·Cold Plum.

Regardless of the combat strength of this sect, the characteristics of its believers were quite distinct—indomitable spirit!

Indeed capable of perishing like broken jade rather than living like broken tiles.

As for "the dead not being at rest," this relates to the Divine Technique of the Thousand Bone believers.

Third-class God·Qian Gu granted their disciples the River Realm Technique—White Bone's Lament!

Thousand Bone believers can cast spells to establish a spiritual connection with corpses and manipulate the dead to continue fighting.

In the Human World,

Thousand Bone believers may manipulate Evil Demon corpses to fight, but they would never desecrate the remains of Human Clan comrades.

Yet on Holy Spirit Mountain, such scruples don't exist.

"End yourself." Deng Yuxiang's thin lips parted slightly.

Upon hearing this, Tan Wenhu's face became extremely unpleasant.

As a disciple at the River Realm Peak from the Greedy Wolf faction, she truly did not fear many people.

Even if the opponent was a Great Power of the Sea Realm, the Greedy Wolf faction could still flee to safety.

After all, she possessed the Divine Technique·Wolf Concealment!

This technique, even at River Grade, not only allowed one to become invisible but also hid all traces of presence, even concealing the scent on the body.

Truly the perfect magical treasure for murder and ambush.

However... Tan Wenhu encountered a North Wind believer!

Trying to leave silently was nothing but wishful thinking.

"Alright, I'll help you." Deng Yuxiang casually made a gesture, and the broken blade unsheathed.

She held the Night-cutting Blade, gently tapping the side of the horse's neck with the cold blade.

"Loo~" The Black Fire Colt snorted, stepping forward with its flaming hooves towards the black-clad woman.

"Daoist, your strength is formidable, but my Wolf Soul Village is not to be trifled with!" Tan Wenhu retreated step by step, loudly declaring, "Lang Village Chief is at the Sea Realm Peak!

The Greedy Wolf faction avenges every slight and is proficient in assassination!

You would never want to provoke such people!"

Deng Yuxiang smiled, "Is that so?"

Tan Wenhu clenched her dagger, "I am an important subordinate of Lang Village Chief. If you attack me, you will face unending unrest in the future!"

Deng Yuxiang nodded slightly, "Don't worry, I'll kill your Lang Village Chief too."

"Our Lang Village Chief has a brother who is also a Great Power at the Sea Realm Peak! He is also the leader of a sect, with a formidable force!"

"Oh?" Deng Yuxiang raised her eyebrows slightly, placing one hand on the horse's back.

The warhorse beneath her was extremely intelligent, halting its steps immediately.

Seeing Deng Yuxiang stop, Tan Wenhu hurriedly said, "Our Lang Wu Village Chief's brother is Langhua Village's chief, Lang Wen!

Chief Lang Wen is even stronger, commanding several Sea Realm powers!

Daoist, don't get involved over a few lowly slaves..."

As she uttered the last few words, Tan Wenhu cast a fierce glare at the Mud Venerate believers.

Her vicious eyes, as a disciple of Greedy Wolf, caused shivers!

The Mud Venerate believers dared not even breathe heavily, lowering their heads.

Tan Wenhu snorted coldly in her heart, looking up at the imposing woman on horseback, speaking solemnly, "Daoist, don't provoke those you shouldn't over these few despised slaves.

Don't throw away your life for nothing!"

Her words were forceful and resounding.

Indeed, Tan Wenhu was a character, daring to make threats before the vast Yangyang Sea.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of hooves resumed.

Tan Wenhu's pupils slightly contracted!

She had just thought she had intimidated the opponent, at least causing this bamboo hat-wearing woman to pause, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Yet now...

The bamboo hat woman lightly tapped the horse's belly with her heel, and was advancing again?

"Swish~"

Tan Wenhu's figure instantly vanished.

She could boast and brag, but once it came to actual combat, she couldn't even breach Deng Yuxiang's defenses!

"Whew!!"

Deng Yuxiang suddenly raised her hand.

In an instant, a gale swept through!

A chaotic windstorm roared forward, trees swayed wildly, broke, and fell, with some even uprooted.

This move left everyone stunned.

Due to the external appearance of the Evil Technique·Night Charm Blade and Divine Technique·Flying Wind Order being the same.

So, the Mud Venerate disciples naturally assumed Deng Yuxiang was a North Wind believer.

But as the gale roared, everyone realized...

She was actually an Evil Demon disciple?!

North Wind Divine Skill·North Wind Roar was a rapidly spinning vortex!

Night Charm Evil Technique·Night Wind Assault was the wind blowing forward!

In this technique, the God Demon factions' use of wind was expressed differently.

"Whine——"

Deng Yuxiang slightly tilted her head, her ears twitched, and her figure suddenly darted forward!

This time, the Mud Venerate disciples were completely bewildered.

Never mind discerning Night Charm and North Wind...

The mysterious bamboo hat woman even unleashed an Immortal Hoof?!

Who exactly was she...

"Snap" came a crisp sound!

Amidst the fierce winds, Deng Yuxiang swiftly moved, grasping an invisible person out of thin air.

No one felt she had caught air.

Because, as Deng Yuxiang's hand slightly tightened, the sound of shattering Water Flow Armor suddenly emerged.

"Crack!!"

Deng Yuxiang pinched the neck of an invisible person, lifting them in the air.

On her slender jade fingers, the Blood Jade Ring emanated an eerie blood-red glow.

"Dao... Daoist! Wa... um."

Tan Wenhu's face was flushed red, stammering her words.

Her figure quietly appeared, her hands resembling sharp wolf claws, desperately tearing at Deng Yuxiang's hand, yet unable to pry it open.

Whether from the output angle of the Divine Technique or personal strength angle...

The bamboo hat woman seemed like an immovable mountain.

Standing tall, with majestic presence.

Deng Yuxiang holding the Greedy Wolf female disciple, lifting in the air, narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Were you just threatening me?"

The intense feeling of suffocation, along with a strong sense of despair, surged into Tan Wenhu's heart.

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