Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 107 The Power of the God of Fog Mountain?!

At this time.

Among the villagers.

An elderly man with white hair walked out, leaning on a wooden cane; he was none other than the village chief of Wushan Village.

He suppressed his unease, walked to the front of the line, bowed, and spoke respectfully.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. May I ask what brings you to my Wushan Village?"

The military officer Shen Wu sat on his horse, looking down at the villagers.

Without wasting words, he said directly, "We have come on the king's orders—"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers immediately stirred up a commotion.

Shen Wu continued in a deep voice, "I've heard that there's a mountain god on the misty mountain near your village? The mountain god is a large blue snake?"

"Is this really true?"

These words were spoken.

The villagers who had gathered around changed their expressions instantly.

Ah Niu and the others exchanged a sudden glance, looking at each other in astonishment.

The story of their god of the misty mountains has actually reached the capital?

How is this possible?!

"How did it get to the capital?"

"Didn't the old shaman say that we shouldn't talk about the mountain god?"

"Nobody said that—"

Everyone looked flustered.

However, some people soon realized what was happening.

"It's likely that word got out from people in other nearby villages—"

"And those kids, they never keep their mouths shut, this story will probably spread far and wide if it gets out of hand."

Thinking of this, their expressions grew even more grim.

The village chief remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Shen Wu with a very solemn expression.

"Sir, Wushan is a sacred mountain, and there are indeed gods on the mountain. We have been making offerings to them every year and dare not offend them in the slightest."

The village chief solemnly advised, "Sir, you must not anger the mountain god. If you do, the consequences will be unpredictable, and you will likely come to a bad end!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding armored soldiers exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation flashing across their faces.

They did indeed see the golden light shimmering on the misty mountain; the sight was indeed quite unusual.

However, the thought that this was the king's order came to mind—

Their expressions hardened again.

In any case, they must find out exactly what this God of Fog Mountain is!

Furthermore, they have over two hundred armored soldiers, so even the so-called God of Mist Mountain, Da Hui, certainly couldn't do anything to them!

At the head, Shen Wu quickly composed himself and let out a cold snort.

He swept his gaze across the villagers, his tone cold and hard.

"We are acting on the king's orders."

"Since Your Majesty wishes to investigate this matter thoroughly, whatever it may be on this misty mountain, we must find out today!"

Upon hearing this, the village chief's expression completely changed.

He wanted to persuade him further.

Unfortunately, Shenwu was too tired to listen anymore.

He suddenly waved his hand.

"Walk!"

More than two hundred armored soldiers immediately spurred their horses and set off.

Bronze armor clashed, and warhorses neighed.

The armored soldiers bypassed the villagers and headed towards the direction of Wushan.

Upon witnessing this scene.

The village chief and the others looked extremely grim.

Some were angry, some were anxious, and some showed deep concern.

The village chief gripped his wooden cane tightly, his expression heavy and helpless.

These ordinary villagers were powerless to stop these soldiers.

Soon, the villagers of Wushan exchanged glances.

"We'll go and see!"

"If they really dare to harm the mountain god—"

"Even if it costs us our lives, we can't let them succeed!"

They quietly followed behind the armored soldiers, heading towards the misty mountains from afar.

Soon, Shenwu and the other armored soldiers, along with Aniu and the others, arrived at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

At this time.

The summit of Fog Mountain.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a slender figure in azure robes perched atop the rocks—it was none other than Su Chen, a dragon.

He slowly raised his dragon head, his vertical pupils piercing through layers of thin mist as he looked down the mountain.

The figures of Shen Wu and more than two hundred armored soldiers came into his view.

Looking at these armored soldiers, armed with spears and swords, Su Chen frowned.

Then, he gently shook his head.

"It finally came—"

He had anticipated this scene.

However, I didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

At this moment, at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

Shen Wu was leading his armored soldiers as they climbed upwards.

More than two hundred people stood on the rocks, their footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing against each other echoing through the mountains.

Many armored soldiers walked along, looking around in search of the possible God of Mist Mountain, also known as the legendary giant leopard several meters long.

At the same time, they were more or less curious.

I wonder what the Great Serpent, which is said to be the god of Fog Mountain, is like, and whether they can find it.

If we can really find it and bring it back to the king, the king will surely reward us handsomely, right?

Their emotions were fluctuating: nervous, expectant, and excited.

Further back.

Villagers like Shi and Aniu followed from a distance.

They dared not get too close, only watching from a distance.

Just as Shen Wu and his group began searching the mountain.

Mount Wushan.

Su Chen's expression returned to calm.

He couldn't be bothered to get entangled with these armored soldiers.

The next second, he directly mobilized the power of his dragon form, which also contained the power of the nascent Wind Dao Fruit.

In an instant.

The entire misty mountain seemed to be touched by some invisible force.

Shen Wu and the others were preparing to continue upwards.

Suddenly, they all froze.

"This fog—it seems to be moving?"

Amidst their puzzled and astonished gazes.

The thin mist that permeated the mountains began to drift slowly.

Soon, the fog on the entire fog mountain surged wildly.

The rolling fog was magnificent and the scene was truly amazing!

Shen Wu and the others had never seen such a strange scene before, and they were all stunned and stood there for a moment.

At that moment, everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with horror.

"What...what's going on?!"

Before they could even react...

The next instant, a tremendous whooshing sound rang out.

boom!

A sudden gust of wind arose!

Countless wisps of mist condensed rapidly in the gale, turning into a dense array of water droplets.

In an instant.

A fierce wind, accompanied by torrential rain, swept down from the mountaintop!

The wind howled!

The rain was pouring down like a waterfall!

The terrifying storm, like a flood, slammed heavily onto everyone.

"what!"

Shen Wu and the others cried out in surprise.

A strong wind whipped up rain and rushed towards them, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

The soldiers staggered and screamed, some were blown away by the gale, and others slipped and rolled down the hillside.

Armor clashed, weapons clanged.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

In the midst of the raging wind and rain, more than two hundred armored soldiers were swept away like ants by the storm, hurtling down the mountain.

Soon, at the foot of the mountain.

One after another, figures fell to the ground.

More than two hundred armored soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.

Some people clutched their arms and groaned, some struggled to get up, and others lay there motionless, already unconscious.

Some unlucky ones even broke their necks on the spot and died.

Although Su Chen did not intend to kill, the gale and rain he unleashed were not something these mortals could easily withstand.

At the foot of the mountain, cries of agony filled the air.

And atop the mountain.

The clouds and mist returned to calm.

It was as if the storm that had just swept across the entire misty mountain had never happened.

At this moment, in the distance.

The village chief, A Niu, and others who had been watching this scene were not affected by the storm.

They stood at a distance, staring at everything on the misty mountain, their faces filled with astonishment.

Although they have always believed that the God of Fog Mountain exists.

But they never truly witnessed the power of the God of Fog Mountain.

Even just now, they were still thinking about it.

If these armored warriors really wanted to harm the God of Mist Mountain, they would rush up and desperately block them so that the God of Mist Mountain could escape!

now----

Ah Niu and the others suddenly realized that their previous ideas seemed somewhat foolish.

More than two hundred armored soldiers!

In an instant, he was swept off the misty mountain by the mountain god?

Ah Niu couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Is this the power of the mountain god?"

He muttered to himself.

The village chief and others standing nearby remained silent for a long time.

They gazed at the summit of the misty mountain, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

now.

They weren't the only ones shocked.

At the foot of the mountain.

Shen Wu, who was burly and imposing, gradually recovered.

He struggled to his feet, half-kneeling on the ground, his entire body soaked, his armor covered in mud.

Shen Wu raised his head and looked at the misty mountain shrouded in clouds, his face filled with horror.

At that moment, he felt that the understanding he had built up over the past thirty years had been shattered almost instantly.

Before coming.

He didn't believe in any gods in this world.

In his view, the so-called God of Fog Mountain was nothing more than a story fabricated by ignorant villagers.

It was just some mountain people spreading rumors after seeing the terrifying giant snake.

Furthermore, he felt that even if there really was a God of Mist Mountain, they had more than two hundred armored soldiers, so even if the so-called God of Mist Mountain, Da Hui, did not stand a chance against them!

But at that moment, Shenwu realized his foolishness.

Gazing at the summit of Wushan Mountain, his eyes were filled with bewilderment.

This... is God?

God of Fog Mountain?

What incredible power!

They hadn't even seen the mountain god's face, nor did they know what this so-called god of the misty mountain looked like, or whether it was truly a giant snake.

More than two hundred of them were easily swept down the mountain.

Shen Wu was momentarily dazed.

Are the things about gods and ghosts really true?

He slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the armored soldiers lying on the ground groaning all around, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart.

Their group of over two hundred people had suffered heavy casualties before they even saw the mountain god.

How should I report this matter to the King after I return?

Will the king believe this?