Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 285 A Bone Woman Who Sold Her Father to Bury Him (38)

"It's almost here...it's almost here, the time has come..."

Snowflakes filled the sky, adorning Wuxiang Mountain and blurring its distinction from the outside world.

On the open ground, several rounded wooden houses are connected end to end, closely arranged, tightly surrounding the central area.

The aged voice came from the very center.

Hun Tian sat there, the walls covered with old talisman paper, from which bright red ink flowed continuously.

"Ahem... Go and tell those people that the treasure is approaching, but it is guarded by a very powerful deity. Remember, no one should be lost beforehand." After saying this, Hun Tian closed his eyes, his fingers constantly fidgeting.

He would naturally prefer to compete for fewer powers.

But a nagging unease and fear constantly reminded him that this treasure wouldn't be so easily obtained. He and that bunch of useless people in the sect needed to drag more people down with them.

"Yes, Grandmaster!" The young Taoist outside the house responded, bowed respectfully, and hurriedly walked out of the outer circle.

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"Did he really say that?" The middle-aged man was somewhat displeased.

"Yes, Master!" the young Taoist replied respectfully.

The wooden house was slightly larger, and from the outside, it didn't appear particularly decorated, but it was packed with people. Everyone wore expensive jewelry, and judging by their figures, they had lost all their ethereal charm and were instead just vulgar.

“Master, our grandmaster means that we shouldn’t let that person and the demon fight first. If we do that, we might not be able to get many grains of rice later!” The young man was also somewhat dissatisfied, but he was very self-aware.

The entire sect was actually just Hun Tian holding things together.

Those fellow disciples who initially opposed selling the Hun Tian Talisman and only wanted to focus on cultivation either passed away due to the passage of time or were expelled from the sect.

The new recruits all followed suit.

They learned how to hawk their wares and how to sell talismans to make money. They could no longer endure the hardship of diligent cultivation; all that remained was pretentious posturing, with each generation surpassing the last.

Therefore, all the core disciples of the sect are aware of this.

If we prevent the Mountain and Sea Alliance and the Demon Catchers from fighting, they will deplete most of their martial strength.

With just a few empty shells and scattered ascetics who had come to join them, they had little chance of competing.

Master Hun Tian

It has a great name, but that's all it is left with.

His body gradually became frail and weak, easily defeated by any young man. If it weren't for the sect's constant support and financial resources, he might have truly met his end on this trip to Wuxiang Mountain.

The noise inside didn't end until nightfall, and many of them had grown impatient.

Furthermore, they don't believe in so-called supreme treasures at all.

After all these years of experience, only the Hun Tian Talisman is truly effective! Moreover, it's something passed down from our ancestors; what real skill could Hun Tian possibly possess?

That's how backlash works; you're only focused on having fun and don't feel any pain or discomfort.

The real test is about to begin.

It's all in pieces, a bitter fruit sown when we came here.

......

Since no one left, the remaining teams...

He was jokingly referred to by the half-demon as the guardian of Wuxiang Mountain.

Before Hun Tian could give any instructions, several disputes, both large and small, had already broken out throughout December.

I don't know which brilliant person started this up, but if there's no treasure, you can't just come for nothing.

Let's just take down the opposing forces.

Making a name for oneself is a worthwhile trip. Everyone should settle scores and grievances, as long as no one is caught doing anything wrong, the most important thing is to feel "satisfied".

The source is probably the chief strategist beside the Mountain and Sea Alliance.

Its siblings were once captured and tamed by a highly respected demon hunter.

They became mortal enemies.

It repeatedly instigated the Mountain and Sea Alliance to make a move, as if it wasn't after the treasure at all.

And they were all culprits; I was caught off guard several times.

The male and female protagonists originally kept to themselves and had no intention of getting involved.

The monsters, fearing neither death nor treasure, clearly had the upper hand.

But unexpectedly, the battle between the monsters injured the son of the male and female protagonists.

They left the field.

Finally, the demon hunter seized the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, inflicting heavy losses on both sides.

After several reshuffles,

The Mountain and Sea Alliance has changed its chief strategist.

The male and female protagonists lead a group of demon hunters.

The various groups of people who were watching the show were also affected.

The half-demon team in Anle City even formed a corpse-collecting team, and at Hu You's suggestion, they specially invited a master craftsman in the city who was good at making coffins to come and build a home for them on the spot.

Those who cannot pay the required amount will be buried on a nearby auspicious mountain.

That area was specially designated by Du Cheng, which can be considered as doing everything he could to be kind and considerate.

The minor detail that some enemies are buried on a mountain can be disregarded.

If you can afford it, it's not impossible to transport it out and let it return to its roots.

However, that would take a long time to travel along the main road, and the relatives would have to give up witnessing the treasures and obediently escort the coffin back.

The entire month of December.

This escort service only resulted in one transaction.

Most chose to be buried in this dense forest, giving up the future of the deceased receiving incense offerings.

Du Cheng said that this farce must end after the spring.

No one may trespass into the mountains or forests without permission.

This was the result he finally negotiated with His Majesty, out of a desire for protection, and out of the mentality that if he didn't get it, no one else could get it by stealth.

The old emperor agreed to the subsequent ban.

However, on the last day of December.

Finally, something happened, announcing to everyone that the right thing to do was to wait.

......

Mount Wuxiang is not high, but when it trembles...

Instead of panicking about the avalanche, everyone rallied their spirits, packed all their equipment, and prepared for the worst.

Under the treehouse,

Song Yue was unconcerned about the commotion outside.

He patiently checked the time, wanting to send his blessings as soon as possible on Mi You's birthday.

The stars twinkled in the night sky.

Her almond-shaped eyes shone brightly under the night sky.

Song Yue also secretly called over a lot of animals, and even contacted Snowball. They were waiting, just to give Xia Youmi a surprise.

Everyone had rehearsed their positions beforehand, and now their movements were light, quick, and very harmonious.

Inside the treehouse,

Xia Youmi's mind was filled with chaotic images, and Niannian's voice was interrupted for a moment, unable to wake her up.

"Yes, we have rice!"

Xia Youmi was constantly emanating spiritual energy.

She didn't even bother to think about why her nearly three hundred years of cultivation was escaping, and why she was doing so purposefully and systematically.

Year after year, it could no longer keep it a secret from Song Yue; it wanted to surprise Xia Youmi. For the first time, it was so flustered.

Although, on the surface, there was no visible sign of pain.

But her eyes, which she couldn't open no matter what she did, were unable to respond to the system's call.

It's truly frightening; the unknown clings to fear.

Every year, I can only do three things at once, constantly keeping an eye on the outside world, afraid of being disturbed or having Mi wake up and ask questions. At the same time, I constantly peruse every detail of the original text of this world.

We also need to monitor Xia Youmi's real-time vital signs.

Currently, apart from the spiritual energy dissipating, it's similar to being in a deep sleep.

"Yes, almost all the teams are gathering at the foot of the mountain. The members are all in good order. Song Yue is just standing there waiting under the treehouse, probably thinking you're cultivating."

Please reply promptly upon receipt!

After analyzing the original text every year, he began to report back to Xia Youmi.

I hope to get a response.

However, as the last night of December gradually faded away.

Youmi was still not awake, but she seemed to hear sounds in her mind.

"Dong dong!"