Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 12 The Messenger of Skull Mountain

From the clan leader to the ordinary clansmen, everyone knelt down, even the white dogs fell silent, sensing the danger in the black wind.

Wu Tian watched as the black wind landed, revealing a burly man who looked to be in his thirties. He was shirtless, with black tattoos on his bronze skin. The black patterns intertwined to form a black bear, lifelike and adding to his fierce appearance.

"Haha, Shanmanmu, it's been a long time. Do you still remember your old friend?"

Upon hearing this voice, the clan chief, who had been kneeling on the ground, immediately showed excitement on his face. He subconsciously raised his head, looked at the burly man in front of him, and exclaimed, "Manxiongmu, is that you?"

The burly man known as Manxiongmu stepped forward, helped the clan chief up from the ground, and said with some emotion, "Old friend, you've gotten old!"

The clan chief was trembling with excitement as he tightly gripped Man Xiongmu's arm. "Yes, I've grown old, but you're still the same as before, unchanged all these years."

Man Xiongmu shook his head and said with a sigh, "How can people not change?" He didn't say anything more, but turned to look at the other tribesmen and said, "Get up, everyone!"

The tribesmen looked at each other, hesitant to move for a moment.

The clan chief quickly said, "You should all have heard that a great man from my White Dog Village entered Skull Mountain. This man in front of you is him. He was also born in my White Dog Village."

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople also became excited, rising from the ground and looking at the messenger from Skull Mountain with expressions of excitement and awe.

"Manxiongmu, why is it you this time? You weren't the messenger for so many years. I never thought I would see you again," the clan chief said excitedly.

Man Xiongmu sighed softly, "Life on Skull Mountain is tough too. The path of cultivation is fraught with peril. After decades of struggling, I have finally achieved some success and am now qualified to descend the mountain."

What he didn't say was that Skull Mountain, spanning a thousand miles, encompassed a total of eighteen strongholds, including White Dog Stronghold and Crimson Blood Stronghold, all of which were Skull Mountain's territory.

Every year, Skull Mountain sends an inspector to the Eighteen Villages.

Firstly, they were repairing the protective artifacts in the village, and secondly, they were patrolling the mountains to see if any new monsters had been born.

For Skull Mountain, the Eighteen Villages and the spirits in the mountain are very important resources.

Such a task is not something that ordinary Skull Mountain disciples can accomplish. Only those who have mastered magic, cultivated magical power, and can ride the wind can patrol thousands of miles.

As they were talking, the old clan chief suddenly remembered the python he had just hunted yesterday, and said with a smile, "Yesterday, we hunted a python in the Manxiongmu village that was almost a spirit. It's perfect for eating."

Man Xiongmu had already noticed the python meat inside the bronze cauldron and asked with interest, "I noticed it earlier. This big guy may not be much to me, but it probably won't be easy for the village to take it down, will it?"

The old clan chief said with a hint of pride, "Manxiongmu, you probably don't know this, but this python wasn't hunted by the hunting team. Instead, another dog king has emerged in the village."

"This giant python was hunted down by the Dog King alone."

Man Xiongmu was genuinely surprised. He looked around at the white dogs, his gaze first falling on Yinshuang, but quickly shifting away, and finally staring intently at Wu Tian.

"Good heavens, its entire body is brimming with vitality, and its eyes are bright and lively. It's probably not far from becoming a spirit!"

He walked over to Wu Tian and examined him closely, marveling, "It looks like this is still a puppy! What kind of rare and precious food did it eat to have such good fortune? Amazing!"

"You little rascal, you've got some good luck!"

When Wu Tian was stared at, he felt as if there was a terrifying giant monster in front of him, and the hair on his body stood on end. The sense of danger made him want to turn around and run away.

Seeing Wu Tian so frightened, Chi Limu suppressed his own fear and carefully held him in his arms, gently comforting him, "Good boy, don't be afraid, the envoy won't hurt you."

Seeing the little girl's actions, Man Xiongmu couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I won't hurt it."

After saying that, he turned to the clan chief and said, "Old friend, let's get down to business first. We can catch up later after we've finished our business."

"Yes, yes, yes!" the clan chief quickly agreed. Every time a messenger from Skull Mountain arrived, it was a major event for the village, concerning its very survival.

Man Xiongmu said, "Old friend, you should know the rules. First, gather all the older children together. I'll cast a spell on this ancient bronze cauldron first."

The clan chief nodded in agreement and then called out to the children who were over five years old. He knew the children in the village very well and had made preparations in advance.

Soon, he summoned all five children, including Chi Limu, and had them stand in front of the bronze cauldron.

At this moment, Man Xiongmu ignored the five children and took out a blood talisman made of animal hide from his bosom.

He muttered incantations, then pinched the blood talisman between two fingers. Suddenly, black flames ignited at his fingertips, and in just a few breaths, the blood talisman transformed into a streak of blood-red light, disappearing into the ancient bronze cauldron.

The bronze cauldron, which was originally covered in marks, was instantly transformed and exuded an ancient and captivating aura.

"Alright, now inform the other clansmen to immediately use the exorcism scroll to absorb the aura of the ancient cauldron. This will ensure peace for a year," Man Xiongmu instructed, pausing his work.

The villagers also began to take action; they experience this every year and are already used to it.

Every household has prepared amulets for warding off evil spirits in advance. In addition to the amulet boy, some of these amulets also depict celestial deities or mythical beasts.

However, these protective amulets were useless. Only after the messengers of Skull Mountain cast a spell on the bronze cauldron could these protective amulets, imbued with the aura of the bronze cauldron, be used to dispel evil spirits.

The aura emanating from the bronze cauldron will last for about an hour, after which it will recede and remain stationed in the center of the entire village, dispelling the evil spirits of the beasts at night and protecting the safety of the people.

While the clansmen were using the ancient bronze cauldron to consecrate the exorcism talisman, Man Xiongmu focused his gaze on the five children in front of him.

He said to the children, "I will cast a spell later, and you must tell me what you see."

The five children nodded in agreement, somewhat bewildered.

With a soft shout, Man Xiongmu formed hand seals, and a black wind immediately appeared around his body, swirling endlessly.

Wu Tian had been lingering nearby. As Man Xiongmu cast his spell, he immediately felt the surrounding spiritual energy become richer. Above the black wind, there was a blue halo, like a ribbon, which was quite beautiful.

Chi Limu raised his fair and delicate face, staring intently at the sky above the black wind, and said in a surprised tone, "Uncle, why is there a fire on the black wind? It's a huge fire!"

Upon hearing this, Man Xiongmu's face immediately lit up with surprise, and he asked Chi Limu, "You saw fire on this black wind? What else did you see besides the fire?"

Chi Limu shook his head and said timidly, "Uncle, I only saw fire. The fire is too big. Will it burn you?"

"Good, good, good boy." Man Xiongmu looked extremely pleased and asked the other children, "What about you? Did you see anything?"

The other children stared intently at Black Wind, but they saw nothing but Black Wind and could only shake their heads in bewilderment.

Man Xiongmu persisted for a few more moments before dispelling the spell, but beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating that casting such a spell was not easy for him.

"Unexpectedly, another child with divine potential has appeared in the village."

"Not bad, not bad, you're good!"

He approached Chi Limu and asked gently, "Good child, tell me your name?"

Chi Limu was somewhat afraid of the burly envoy in front of him. He clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands and whispered, "Uncle, my name is Chi Limu."

(End of this chapter)