The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 101 Ancient Legacy!

Wugong Town is the place where Houji taught the people how to grow crops in ancient times, leaving behind the "Teaching Cultivation Platform," the first platform in the world. Houji was known as the God of Agriculture and was the ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty.

But that was a period of time that was far too distant.

Thousands of years ago, the methods of Xuan Guan (mysterious officials) had not yet become a system. There were figures like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, but the vast majority of the human race was weak. Hou Ji must have been a Xuan Guan type with agriculture as the core, and his supernatural powers were inclined towards the livelihood of the people.

For thousands of years, the secret place of Hedongtan has been preserved.

However, on the teaching platform, the god of agriculture no longer possesses divinity; this has almost become a theorem. Yuan Danqiu looked at Zhou Yan in disbelief, while the old monk clasped his hands together, looking timid and hesitant.

The world before Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly changed, and everything around him fell into nothingness.

He seemed to be standing alone on a platform, where he saw a figure standing there, faintly glowing, on the teaching platform, saying intermittently, "Old friend, you've come..."

Inside the jade book, the Jade Talisman of the Kitchen God lit up.

The Kitchen God appeared beside Zhou Yan.

He felt his connection with that figure strengthen, and Zhou Yan asked himself, "Who are you!?"

The voice said intermittently, "Evil spirit... Purple Qi, it wants to devour."

"They've got their eyes on me..."

“Life is gone, the connection to Mount Tai has vanished, he…”

The figure's voice suddenly stopped. Zhou Yan felt the lingering ancient divinity scanning him, and then he suddenly relaxed, murmuring, "Lord Taishan, you're here..."

"If you come, the problems here can definitely be resolved."

Zhou Yan: "???"

No, senior, you've mistaken me for someone else—no, you've mistaken me for the wrong mountain!
Holy crap, I'm not your carry!

The lingering ancient divinity seemed to have been struggling for a long time. Upon seeing 'Lord Taishan,' it felt a sense of peace, which dissipated from within, transforming into golden threads that flowed outwards. Golden light emanated from its body as it spoke:

"They want to seize the life of the autumn harvest from the land."

"The wars on earth are beginning to subside, but chaos is about to erupt again. Please protect this place..."

"If we let them succeed."

Zhou Yan's expression froze slightly.

The remaining divinity of the god of agriculture spoke intermittently:

"Then for a thousand miles around, there will be no harvest for a hundred years, and millions of people will starve to death... I beg you, Mount Tai, to protect the world once more..." The voice faded away, and the divinity born from the longing of all living beings over thousands of years spread out.

A golden ray of light flew out from his body and landed in Zhou Yan's hand. The light slowly dispersed, and in Zhou Yan's palm was a withered, dark yellow ear of grain, but when Zhou Yan looked at it, it emitted a soft, dark golden light.

This burst of light instantly engulfed Zhou Yan.

In a daze, Zhou Yan seemed to see a series of images before his eyes.

That was the most ancient era, when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors pioneered the human race. People lived between heaven and earth, competing with all things. It was an era where heroes and mortals coexisted. Among the human race, there were those so weak that they could even slaughter a wild beast, and there were those who could contend with the gods.

A child who had been abandoned by his mother grew up to find that people could only gather fruit and hunt prey outside.

So he researched and pondered, and finally cultivated seeds that could be cultivated, thus passing on the way of farming, so that people could have the right to be self-sufficient in that ancient and barbaric era.

In the very end, Zhou Yan saw the young man, after countless failures, pluck the first ear of grain that the human race had cultivated themselves with his rough hands, raise it high, tears streaming down his face, yet he also burst into laughter.

He was abandoned by his mother, lacked the qualities of a hero, and was labeled as "abandoned".

He was also Emperor Yao's agricultural advisor.

The origin of the character 【稷】 in the four characters of Yanhuang Sheji.

The young man held up the ears of grain and laughed loudly.

Since then.

It symbolizes how humans have plundered the right to life from the cycle of the four seasons in nature!

The first ear of grain cultivated by the Yan and Huang Emperors of the Central Plains.

The origin of agriculture.

This is also the true essence of the divinity of the god of agriculture.

He was not a god, but just a mortal who was unwilling to accept his fate.

This single ear of grain is a symbol of longing that has spanned thousands of years and has been passed down to future generations.

The Book of Documents, Yao Dian: [Qi, the people are suffering from famine, you, Hou Ji, should sow the hundred grains in due season].

Zhou Yan was momentarily dazed. The sound of the wind in his ears once again reached his heart. The original emptiness disappeared, and he saw the town not far away, the mountains and the earth, and the charred corpse of the cicada.

Yuan Danqiu was nudging his shoulder, saying, "Young friend, are you alright? Why did you suddenly freeze up just now..."

Yuan Danqiu paused.

He stared intently at the ear of grain that had appeared out of thin air in Zhou Yan's palms, his heart pounding: "This is..."

Yuan Danqiu instantly thought of Wugong Town, the legend of Houji, and the ear of grain in Zhou Yan's hand. The old man's thoughts froze slightly as he slowly raised his eyes to look at the young man and said, "The divinity of Houji..."

"who are you?"

Zhou Yan said, "I am just a wandering knight-errant passing through Chang'an."

"I just want to buy a knife on the east bank of the river."

He looked at the remnants of the God of Agriculture in his hand, and his lips twitched.

The righteous side's big brother, Taishan Gong, has gone offline.

Now, please welcome a newly promoted ninth-rank Xuan official, Comrade Xiao Zhou, to take the place of the elder.

Are you kidding me? That would be suicide!

He roughly knew that the lingering divinity seemed to have been awakened by the Kitchen God, representing the ancient divine will of slash-and-burn agriculture. As a result, he saw the divine will of Mount Tai.

After finally settling down and entrusting the items to someone else, Zhou Yan was troubled, unsure whether the object had vanished or gone into a deep sleep.

I'm really not one of your top talents.

I was just passing by.

But as he held the ear of grain, he vaguely felt that his connection with the earth had been extremely strengthened. He felt that when he wore the ear of grain from the God of Agriculture, his magical power and vitality were restored almost visibly and rapidly.

If one were to use normal breathing techniques to restore mana, it would take about an hour.

The beacon tower's speed can be increased by stepping on the ground. Zhou Yan, holding the Earth Soul Blade, senses the earth and his mana can be fully restored in about half an hour.

But now, it is recovering at an almost visible rate.

Having just exhausted all his mana twice in a row—once by unleashing the Earth Soul Blade and once by using the Flame Whirlwind Divine Power—even with the spiritual wine to restore his mana, Zhou Yan was still in a state of mana overdraft.

In the short time it took to talk to Yuan Danqiu, his magical power had been completely restored!
Ancient mythical object.

Zhou Yan could vaguely sense the weight of this thing.

Holding this object near the altar where Houji, the god of agriculture, taught farming, one can recover magical power and vitality at an alarming speed; even if it's just a remnant of divinity, the concept and weight of the ancestor of agriculture are truly terrifying. Yuan Danqiu asked, "What did the god of agriculture say to you?"

Zhou Yan recounted the events.

Yuan Danqiu's expression froze.

"To devour the joy of autumn harvest from the earth, and then leave the surrounding area for a hundred years without a single harvest?"

Yuan Danqiu said urgently, "Report to the court immediately, right now!"

For a hundred years, the cultivated land within a thousand miles has yielded no harvest. The world is no longer just in turmoil. Even the Taoist priests who have renounced worldly life are now in dire need of help. The old monk over there, after eavesdropping, also jumped up.

Just then, Zhou Yan heard a faint flapping sound in his ear.

Suddenly, a golden light shot towards Zhou Yan from the corpses of the golden cicadas that had just been burned to ashes. The light was aimed directly at the ear of grain in Zhou Yan's hand. Zhou Yan held the Earth Soul Blade and slashed horizontally. The powerful blade force directly crushed the entire insect.

One-third of the mana is consumed, and then it is restored to eighty percent when breathing.

The blade fully recharges as it retracts and touches the ground.

Perhaps this ancient artifact of grain ears cannot fully restore the magic power of a top-level Xuan Guan, but for Feng Sui, whose magic power is already low, it is more than enough.

Zhou Yan looked at the dead Jin Chan, his expression changing slightly.

"...The golden cicada molt is the Weaver Girl's magic."

"Damn it, let's get going."

He realized that with the deaths of Zhu Zicheng and the rhinoceros demon, even the slow-witted Weaver Girl would notice him. He wondered if the golden cicada had the ability to communicate. If it did, then the divine power of the god of agriculture was probably in his hands, and the Weaver Girl had also realized that.

Zhou Yan activated his divine eye and scanned the monk.

A wisp of pure, radiant light—that is a person.

The group quickly left and headed straight for Guhuai Village. They covered a distance of ten or twenty miles, and thanks to the Xuan officials' relentless speed, they arrived in no time.

On the way, the monk said that his name was Kongkong Monk and that he was on his way from Chang'an City to the Wofo Temple to attend a Buddhist ceremony. He had discovered that the people in the surrounding villages were suffering from a strange disease.

The patient's body will have more gold dust.

He wanted to treat these people's illnesses and needed white lotus flowers, but they were stolen.

It's truly a tragedy.

When Zhou Yan arrived, he saw the giant black dog angrily raise its hooves, and the flames on Shen Cangming's blade transformed into a stream of light as it slashed out.

Just as Zhou Yan had guessed, after Zhou Yan left, a monster attacked the place. After Shen Cangming killed it, he found that its blood turned into gold dust and golden cicadas. He used the eighth-rank Xuan official ability corresponding to the beacon tower to transform it into raging sword energy and wiped it out.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

It must have been that when she killed Zhu Zicheng, the Weaver Girl left behind a backup plan.

Even though it has been burned, there are still traces. In addition, this place is only fifty or sixty miles away from the Reclining Buddha Temple. It is likely that the Weaver Girl has already infiltrated it to a great extent. I and Uncle Shen are probably walking into the spider web of these great demons.

Zhou Yan was thinking about the current situation, while Yuan Danqiu was panting heavily.

"Really, I'm fine."

"Young friend, are the lotus seeds from Pingyang still available?"

Taoist Xuanguan, belonging to the lineage of the altar, specializes in performing rituals and summoning wind and rain.

Taoist sword cultivators also use magical swords that summon spirits with their breath and wield their swords to strike.

Physical fitness is quite ordinary.

When Zhou Yan was running wildly, he had the help of riding the wind, and he could also use his supernatural powers to tear apart the wind resistance in front of him. He also had the beacon fire to restore his strength. He was carrying a knife made of mountain and running as fast as a horse. He almost made the old Taoist priest and the old monk vomit.

By the grace of Lao Tzu, this young man…

Zhou Yan took the green lotus seed from Ao Xuantao and handed it to Yuan Danqiu. Yuan Danqiu said, "Alas, it is this old Taoist who has wronged that old drunkard. Of the ten lotus seeds in that green lotus flower, only this one was saved. The others were sent away long ago."

"If there really is a problem with the Wofo Temple, I hope nothing bad will happen to Pingyang."

“Alright then, young friends, you should go and report to the authorities immediately. This old Taoist priest will go to the Reclining Buddha Temple to take a look.”

Zhou Yan's lips twitched slightly.

Report it to the authorities or something.

Are you sure you want to send two of the most wanted criminals to report to the authorities?

Just as he was about to say something, the lotus seed in the old Taoist's hand suddenly trembled, causing Yuan Danqiu to be pushed aside. A flash of clear light appeared on Yuan Danqiu's Taoist robe, and he fell backward. The old Taoist's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Young friend, be careful!"

A flash of light appeared on the lotus seed, and the light transformed into a woman.

She can be described as an unparalleled beauty.

She was gentle and lovely, with a graceful figure. She reached out her hand to Zhou Yan and smiled, "My lord, my lord, I'm so glad to finally meet you." Shen Cangming reacted the fastest, his heavy sword already drawn.

The old monk was rambling on about his white lotus flower when he saw this and was stunned.

He grabbed the stool next to him and started swinging it at the ground.

"retreat!"

"Young benefactor, retreat quickly! This is a monster!"

"If you don't relinquish your pure yang body, you won't be able to preserve it!"

The old monk was really anxious.

Ao Xuantao transformed into a dragon and began to tear at the enemy.

Everyone reacted very quickly, but no one expected that the monster would be hiding inside the green lotus seed.

The moment Zhou Yan saw her, he knew her true form. It was Weaver Girl, a great demon, exceptionally beautiful. Her body was almost pressed against Zhou Yan, allowing him to feel her voluptuous and graceful figure. Her breath brushed against his neck, and her left hand swept towards Zhou Yan's lower body.

He reached around with his right hand to grab the ears of grain from the God of Agriculture's waist.

Zhou Yan tried to grab the knife, but it was too late.

With a sudden thrust of his knee, his right hand curled up and lunged forward.

With his palm supporting the other person's chin, Zhou Yan really had to say something at this moment.

"Your face is so small."

The weaver chuckled and said, "My lord is naughty."

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked Zhou Yan's palm; it tickled.

"is it?"

Zhou Yan twisted his wrist, his palm covering the Weaver Girl's beautiful face, and then—

Two fingers were plucked directly into the weaver's eyes.

Stab it in.

Suddenly, he pulled it out!
(End of this chapter)