The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 46 Mountain God
boom! ! !
First came the swirling of fallen leaves, the gentle breeze stirred by the leaves swept across the water, the ripples spreading out and turning into wind. The wind, carrying mist, swirled beneath the mountains, creating the roar and howl of the entire forest.

Black Wind's eyes froze for a moment, and then a gust of wind raged.

He was a monster that flew here on the wind. With his level of cultivation, he could only ride the wind, but he didn't have the kind of overwhelming ability to summon wind and rain and make himself fly.

Now, the wind in these mountains and forests, he is no longer allowed to use it.

Not only that, but it roared in extreme anger, and a whirlpool of wind directly flung Black Wind away, leaving only a scream that slowly dissipated in the wind. Before being flung away, Black Wind saw the boy sitting upright on the stone with his knife beside him.

With his dark pupils and the golden glint in his eyes, he exuded an air of detached indifference, and my heart sank down.

This inhuman indifference?!

Bad thing!
Is it really the mountain god?!

Never mind, even if it's a mountain god, the neighborhood head is still more terrifying!
Black Wind still displayed his ferocity and madness in his attack, but before he could react, he was thrown away.

At that moment, the bowstring hummed, and four arrows shot out by Xuan Guan were launched. They were supposed to tear Shen Cangming's back apart instantly, but they were blocked by a swirling vortex of wind that could be seen with the naked eye the instant they were launched.

The four arrows flew past Shen Cangming's back almost completely.

As Shen Cangming bled from his abdomen, the black horse neighed and roared, its eyes turning red with anxiety. Finally, it opened its mouth wide, twisted its neck, revealing clearly defined and ferocious muscles, and bit down hard on the neck of the warhorse beside it.

That was also a well-trained warhorse, but where had it ever seen a horse like this before?
That's no longer a horse.

The warhorse's carotid artery was ripped off by the black beast. The horse neighed and fell to the ground along with its master, its fate unknown.

Blood was spilled.

The black horse neighed like a dragon, its mane reflecting white light in the rain, making this spirited horse look like a white horse with a black tail. Its teeth were faintly sharp, and its neighing reached its peak, like the roar of a fierce tiger.

Li Zhenyue recognized the horse.

"It resembles a white horse with a black tail. It has a single horn, saw-toothed tusks, and hooves like sharp claws."

"The refutation recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?!"

"These are the mounts reserved for the personal guards of the four military governors. You are—"

Driven by murderous intent and rage, Dahei, revealing a portion of his ancestral bloodline, surged in speed. Shen Cangming brandished his horizontal sword and slashed down fiercely. Li Zhenyue parried with both hands gripping his lance. As the sword slashed down, the lance was severed, and the horizontal sword cut into Li Zhenyue's face.

A spray of blood appeared, and Li Zhenyue fell off his horse.

With his commander severely wounded, Shen Cangming gritted his teeth, and the black horse roared as it charged out of the cavalry, galloping down the rather steep side of the hillside. Any loose rocks or trees in its path were smashed and overturned by the man and his horse.

The remaining Tang troops wanted to pursue them.

Although they suffered a blow, they still retained the exaggerated persistence and morale of the elite troops at the peak of the Tang Dynasty. However, the surging flow of fog and the gathering of wind formed almost like a barrier.

The barrier formed by the mist cleared a path in front of Shen Cangming, and the Tang soldiers could only watch helplessly as Shen Cangming charged into the mist.

The swirling winds completely erased all traces of Shen Cangming's presence.

The ninth-rank Xuan official [Patrol Tracks] could no longer catch his trace!
Meanwhile, inside the cave.

Yin Zichuan sat there, panting heavily, and saw the words on the edict emit golden light, and then begin to spontaneously combust at a speed visible to the naked eye. The aloof and indifferent divinity on Zhou Yan's body fluctuated violently.

Yin Zichuan immediately realized that the imperial edict had been backfired by the luck.

What's real is real, and what's fake is fake.

Yin Zichuan called out, "My lord, stop!"

"The officials are here to cause trouble, retreat!"

"If you don't leave now, you'll truly become a non-human mountain god."

Zhou Yan's senses detected the hundred or so lesser demons. They had been following the Black Wind Demon's orders to massacre the mountain and burn it to force Zhou Yan out. Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, as if these demons were right in front of him.

The time has come, but the killing intent has not subsided.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. The mountain god, bestowed by the human destiny, would have his supernatural powers weakened when facing the cavalry of the human dynasty. But against the monster in front of him, there was no such thing. A gust of wind rose from between heaven and earth.

The hundred or so monsters were swept up one by one by the swirling storm.

Then it was thrown directly into the ravine.

Amidst screams, countless bodies were reduced to minced meat.

This time, not many monsters will survive.

After completing all this, Zhou Yan immediately released the edict and threw the thing on the ground. Yin Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and helped Zhou Yan up. This scholar had pulled off a big fraud and managed to escape before being caught.

Exciting, so exciting!
I already had enough fun fooling minor officials and bureaucrats, but I never imagined I could fool even the heavens.

Although it was only a short time of deception, it was still exciting and exhilarating.

He helped Zhou Yan up and said with heartfelt admiration, "My lord, you are even braver than me. Amazing, amazing."

Yin Zichuan suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He noticed that the young man he was supporting was weak and didn't seem like the kind of demon slayer who could ruthlessly kill the demon and kill Wang Chun. He saw that Zhou Yan's face was pale, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and blood was also flowing from the corner of his eyes.

Yin Zichuan quickly laid Zhou Yan flat and pressed his fingers on Zhou Yan's wrist.

"The pulse is deep and weak, not responding to light pressure, but only when pressed hard. It feels like soft cotton to hold the finger, as thin as a silk thread. The qi and blood are insufficient. Hiss—" "Excessive consumption of energy, deficiency of both qi and blood."

"Huh?! My lord?!"

Yin Zichuan helped Zhou Yan up, and Zhou Yan forced a smile: "You also know medicine?"

Yin Zichuan said, "Poor scholars, without official rank, will do anything."

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

"Lang Jun?"

Zhou Yan felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. To be honest, wielding the true power of the Mountain Lord within this Misty Peak gave him a feeling of being able to summon wind and rain and be omnipotent, but everything comes at a price.

This triggered fog and storms throughout the entire Misty Peak area.

Zhou Yan felt as if needles were pricking his brain. Because he had no magic power, his vital energy was greatly drained, and he felt as weak as if he were walking on cotton.

You still need to have magical powers and Taoist cultivation.

Zhou Yan saw the blood pill.

Even without the [Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman], he still has an extreme desire for this Blood Pill.

Zhou Yan exhaled, not immediately switching to the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman. He had just successfully cleared a path for Shen Cangming and Dahei with the mist, and now, relying on the residual sensory ability of the Mountain Lord Jade Talisman, he could sense Shen Cangming's location.

It's not too late to use the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman to recover later.

"Uncle Shen is injured."

"Let's go and meet them."

Zhou Yan pulled the little yellow horse over, wanting to mount it, but he was exhausted. After continuously fighting Wang Chun, Hei Feng, and wielding the power of the Mountain Lord, his energy and spirit were completely depleted, and he failed to mount the horse several times.

Yin Zichuan barely managed to support him, as they needed to get on horseback to continue their journey, but Yin Zichuan was just a ghost.

You can help someone up, but don't even think about riding a horse with someone on your back.

He was somewhat anxious, his eyes darting rapidly left and right before suddenly stopping.

Hui Niang was squatting there playing with stones.

Hui Niang seemed to sense something, slowly raising her head. She saw the talkative, meddlesome scholar over there, a gentle, harmless smile playing on his lips: "Hui Niang~"

"Huiniang is the best girl, isn't she?"

………………

A moment later, the little yellow horse's legs trembled slightly. Xiao Hui's mother's eyes widened, her expression serious. She sat on the horse with a solemn look on her face, her arms wrapped around Zhou Yan, who was suffering from qi and blood deficiency, and then she grabbed the reins.

Yin Zichuan said, "That's the only way."

"My lord, please bear with it."

He still wanted to go back to find his family, his wife and son. Zhou Yan, who possessed the power to control ghosts, was his last hope. Just then, he saw the Mountain God's Edict burning itself beside him and grabbed it.

Scholars who were frequently pursued by government officials and thugs all knew this.

After doing something bad, you can't leave any trace.

Xiao Hui's mother gripped the reins with both hands, looking very serious.

Next to the little yellow horse is Yin Zichuan.

The horse's legs had just given out, and now it was slipping and wobbling. Yin Zichuan was just hoping to get out of there safely. This place was not safe to stay for long, especially with Zhou Yan in such a state. He barely managed to stay unconscious.

But fate had other plans. They hadn't gone far when their path was blocked. Fallen trees and broken rocks completely blocked the way. Yin Zichuan was sweating profusely as he looked to the side.

It was a rather steep hillside, and there was blood along the way.

The little yellow horse wasn't some kind of alien, and its legs were already weak and slipping. Not to mention that Zhou Yan was exhausted and depleted of energy, even if Zhou Yan still had strength, it wouldn't be of any use. The mud, rocks, and trees were piled up so high that it was impossible to pass through.

Yin Zichuan knew that staying in the mountains any longer would be dangerous.

He had no choice but to pull on the reins and take two steps forward, trying to see if there was anywhere he could squeeze in. However, just as the horse was carrying Zhou Yan forward, the rocks in front of them began to shake.

Yin Zichuan froze. The rocks in front of him rumbled, fallen trees and vines suddenly stretched out in all directions, and broken stones rolled down. The obstacle of the mudslide blocking the way ahead had just unfolded.

It was as if this mountain was paving the way for Zhou Yan.

Like a miracle of nature.

Could it be that……

Yin Zichuan suddenly turned around and took out that audacious imperial edict. The words on it had all disappeared, and the entire edict was being consumed by the backlash of fate and burned away.

However, a little bit remained and did not dissipate.

There's still one more thing!
The road is open.

In this world, within the mountains, an ancient voice echoes:
"Young friend, young friend—"

(End of this chapter)