Lu Qingfeng rose to his feet, walking through Fufeng Mountain.
It was evident that the great battle from three thousand years ago had caused significant damage to the foundation of Fufeng Mountain, leading to the depletion of Spiritual Energy and it had not recovered since.
As Lu Qingfeng walked, he used the Dharma Seal to sense the earth's energy of the mountain range.
After the battle, the disruption of the earth's energy led to constant disasters within the six hundred li of Fufeng Mountain, and the spiritual machinations were faint. Holding the Dharma Seal and exercising his Magic Position, Lu Qingfeng painstakingly adjusted the earth's energy. This task was arduous and ticulous, requiring not only continuous hard work day and night but also utmost dedication.
Ordinarily, a Mountain God has Divine Officers to delegate such tasks, but Lu Qingfeng had to step forward and do it himself.
Step by step, he asured Fufeng Mountain, continuously harmonizing the earth's energy and restoring it to its proper state.
As the earth's energy beca gentler, the calamities of Fufeng Mountain gradually lessened, the vegetation thrived robustly, and the wild beasts multiplied and grew stronger.
All things in heaven and earth possess spirit.
As a Mountain God, Lu Qingfeng adjusted the earth's energy, benefiting all spirits. Suddenly, countless streams of Incense Fire Wish Power mixed with gratitude and longing crossed the Void and were absorbed by the Mountain God Seal in Lu Qingfeng's Sea of Consciousness.
Slowly refining them, they transford into Divine Power Stars.
With the Divine Power, Lu Qingfeng could regulate the earth's energy even faster.
One year.
Two years.
Three years.
Years passed by one after another.
Lu Qingfeng spent three years smoothing out the first obstruction in the earth's energy.
It took Lu Qingfeng five years to handle the second obstruction in the earth's energy.
As for the third obstruction in the earth's energy, Lu Qingfeng took eight years.
...
Flowers blood and withered.
The grass grew tall as the orioles sang.
Unconsciously, another spring arrived.
The main peak of Fufeng Mountain.
Unbeknownst when, a series of brick and stone constructions had risen, exuding an aura of antiquity with a hint of Immortal charm. n dressed in green robes, middle-aged, youths, and teenagers, so were taking in the breath of the morning sun, so were practicing sword moves, while others were casting magic.
Among them even mixed naive mystical creatures.
Seeming to sit in ditation, practicing martial skills and magic.
Midway up the mountain, there was a bustling Mountain God Temple.
There were three such temples within the six hundred li of Fufeng Mountain, each situated atop the main peak of three large branches, worshipped by thousands of mountain dwellers.
On this day.
A young Daoist in a white Daoist robe, wielding a sword, was pursuing a demon beast that wreaked havoc in the village. The chase led him straight to Fufeng Mountain.
The crafty demon beast darted into the dense forest, vanishing from sight.
The young Daoist surveyed his surroundings and steadied his gaze on a particular spot.
"Duo!"
The Magic Sword left his hand, shooting out like a bolt of lightning.
Boom!
A hundred zhang ahead, the ground suddenly burst open. A ten-zhang radius was scorched to cinders, revealing the traces of the demon beast.
Resembling a raccoon, with a red tail.
It was unmistakenly a Red-tailed Raccoon!
Its body was stained with blood, and nurous sword wounds had torn its skin, looking terribly grueso.
"Damned cultivator!"
The Red-tailed Raccoon seethed with hatred.
Never before had it been hunted like this!
Not only did it flee in a sorry state, but it also repeatedly escaped death by a hair's breadth. Had it not held onto a glimr of hope, it would have turned around long ago to fight the Daoist to the death.
"Almost there!"
"Just ahead is Fufeng Mountain. It's said that in recent years there's a powerful Mountain God within, before whom all creatures in the vast wilderness bow. If I can find his help, I can surely escape this fatal pursuit!"
The Red-tailed Raccoon's thoughts were lively.
Being blasted out by the sword, its speed surged by a third as it continued to flee forward.
"Demon beast!"
"Where do you think you're going!"
The young Daoist's face was filled with murderous intent; Sword Qi gathered under his feet as he soared through the air, chasing directly behind the Red-tailed Raccoon. With the Magic Sword in hand, intelligence flickered in his eyes.
Clearly capable of slaying the Red-tailed Raccoon with a single strike, yet he deliberately did not deliver the killing blow.
"I am curious to see where this demon beast thinks it can flee to!"
Wang Pan kept his expression unchanged and firmly pursued the Red-tailed Raccoon. The creature had been running in this direction all along. If it were rely fleeing for its life, it certainly wouldn't behave like this.
A chase unfolded, spanning several dozen miles in no ti.
"This place—"
Wang Pan looked up and saw a temple in the distance. The mountain folk were coming and going, and the incense fire was quite vigorous.
Upon seeing this, the Red-tailed Raccoon made a beeline for it, crying out at the top of its lungs—
"Mountain God, save !"
Its pleas were earnest and filled with despair.
"Ah!"
"A monster!"
"Which monster ca crying at the Mountain God's doorstep?"
...
The mountain folk, who were coming out of the Mountain God Temple and worshipping the Mountain God, were startled by the Red-tailed Raccoon and scattered, yet they did not go far, instead gathering to one side and whispering among themselves.
With the protection of the Mountain God, whether it be wild beasts or demon beasts, none would dare to harm anyone in Fufeng Mountain!
"The Mountain God?!"
Wang Pan looked all around and his face instantly turned serious.
He had been too focused on the chase to notice, but now he realized that the area was lush and rich with Spiritual Energy. Although not on par with the Spiritual Mountains of the Immortal Sects, it was nevertheless a rare spot conducive to cultivation.
If he rembered correctly, this place was located in a desolate region thousands of miles away, where cultivation had ceased, and monks rarely ca this way, with demon beasts and spirits being infrequent as well.
And yet, this mountain domain was secreted away here.
"Could it be that Mountain God?"
Wang Pan dared not take any chances, and with a flick of his sword technique, he sent out a strike aiming straight for the Red-tailed Raccoon!
A single Mountain God is at least a Seventh Grade Divine, comparable to a Spirit Void True Cultivator. Although his mastery of the Sword Dao was unparalleled within his rank, his own cultivation level was rely at the Foundation Establishnt Realm, far from being a match for a Seventh Grade Divine.
He must slay the Red-tailed Raccoon quickly and then leave this mountain domain, waiting for further investigation before returning.
At this mont—
Suddenly, the temple flickered, and a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's long robe materialized. As soon as he appeared, he uttered a resounding declaration!
"Proclaiming the Mountain God's edict!"
"The Red-tailed Raccoon is full of slaughter and harbors ill intent, its cris warrant death!"
As the statent concluded,
the middle-aged scholar waved his sleeve, sending a gust of wind rushing toward the Red-tailed Raccoon.
"No!"
The Red-tailed Raccoon was in shock.
With the scholar in front and the Sword Cultivator behind, there was truly no escape in any direction!
It had heard of the Fufeng Mountain God before and intentionally lured the young Sword Cultivator here, hoping to either escape amid a conflict between the cultivator and the Mountain God, or to surrender and serve under the Mountain God, just to stay alive.
Who would have thought that before the Mountain God appeared, this middle-aged scholar from the temple would co out to execute it.
The Red-tailed Raccoon was terrified.
Yet, struck by the Magic Sword from behind and the strong wind in front,
Boom!
The Red-tailed Raccoon had nowhere to hide; it was directly struck by the wind and Sword Qi, instantly reduced to flying ashes and dissipated. It had already reached its limit, and even resisting one side was beyond its strength, let alone facing attacks from both sides.
Decades of arduous cultivation ultimately ca to naught.
The Red-tailed Raccoon turned into ashes, the gust of wind and the Magic Sword collided. The wind dissipated, and the sword retracted.
Wang Pan and the middle-aged scholar stood facing each other.
The middle-aged scholar had a smile on his face and was the first to speak, saying, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist. My lord, the Divine Monarch, is currently undergoing tribulation and cannot co forward. If Fellow Daoist does not mind, you are welco to witness the tribulation."
"Tribulation?"
Wang Pan looked at the middle-aged scholar, noting that his form was solid and did not disperse, indicative of a high level of cultivation in the Ghost Path. The power of that flick of his sleeve was comparable to his own Flying Sword's might, clearly indicating that this scholar's strength was far above his own.
And the 'Divine Monarch' he spoke of was undoubtedly the Mountain Master of this mountain.
The Mountain God undergoing tribulation!
It was unknown what kind of tribulation it was.
After a brief contemplation, Wang Pan did not refuse, "I am Wang Pan, a humble Daoist. Thank you for your invitation; it is a great honor."
"Please!"
"Please!"
Side by side, the two proceeded deeper into the mountain.
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