Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 339 - 336 Set a Plan

Chapter 339: Chapter 336 Set a Plan

When Huang Wu reopened her eyes, she had already left the sinister and terrifying "Corpse Forest" and returned to her body, still curled up in Wang Yuan’s embrace.

Seeing Wang Yuan’s concerned gaze, she immediately blinked her big eyes, twinkling like stars, and showed a pitiful expression.

"Landlord, we’ve found the source of the rat plague. When are we going to deal with this one that slipped through the net and, by the way, collect some rent?"

Wang Yuan reached out to help the little ghost girl tuck a strand of hair, damp with cold sweat, behind her ear and casually flicked her pert nose, saying somewhat irritably,

"The two demons who acted are both extremely skilled in dueling, both Masters of the ’Earth Essence’ level, with ’Lifebound Magic Treasures’ of no ordinary quality.

They themselves have said that to obtain the Beimang Mountain Blessed Land, there may be even more reinforcements continuously rushing over.

Gathering our strength and burning more money, we can indeed take down the two nests of demons on the mountain now.

But if disciples from those two sects keep coming without end, we will soon find ourselves in a difficult position.

My suggestion is... to strike precisely and eliminate only the ’Yellow-Skinned Dharma King’!"

Hearing this, Huang Wu tightly hugged Wang Yuan’s neck, pursing her plump cherry lips,

"But, Beimang Mountain has been our home for fifteen years.

Although some memories are not so pleasant, can you really bear to let those evil practitioners, who are stinking to the soul, take it away?

If that happens, White Bone Pool, Wangren Town, and No Return Cliff will truly become dead lands for the living.

Right now, there are still two unwelcome guests in Dushuo Mountain, and we can’t live there temporarily.

Beimang Mountain is one of the Seventy-Two Blessed Lands, after all, and it’s decent for a temporary transition.

Plus, Grandma is a tree, and she’s lived there for over a thousand years.

Do you have the heart to make her leave her home just after reviving, to flee in panic, without even having anyone to talk to?

Think of something, Xiao Yuan!"

It really is you.

Beimang still needs you, Little Huang Wu!

But to just easily hand over Beimang Mountain and let those evil demons desecrate such a treasure of a place,

And incidentally destroy all traces left by the two of us in Wangren Town.

It’s not just Huang Wu; even Wang Yuan finds it a bit hard to accept.

Moreover, if the ’Yin Mountain Taoism’ can’t take over the Beimang Mountain Blessed Land, it really is a waste of the Yili King’s more than two hundred years of painstaking effort.

Seeing Wang Yuan’s softening attitude, Huang Wu was overjoyed, and immediately seized the opportunity, lunging forward eagerly, playing the ball-and-chain.

"Please, please, pretty please! Husband~!"

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids, her voice dragging sweetly and coyly.

The little ghost girl was more emotional; valuing not so much the worth of Beimang Mountain itself but cherishing the moments of their co-dependence recorded there over fifteen years.

There lay their first home.

Looking down at the disheveled moon-white silk robe on the girl in his arms, and the glimpse of beauty just revealed,

Though rationally he should refuse her, my sister is being coy with me!

Just then, Huang Wu whispered into Wang Yuan’s ear in a slightly hoarse voice,

"As long as you agree to your sister, tonight, whatever ’knowledge’ you want to learn, I’ll teach it all to you!"

The little ghost girl was utterly confident in her Taoist friend, seemingly certain she could deliver on any promise.

With this heavy incentive, Wang Yuan’s last shred of hesitation vanished instantly, and he declared decisively,

"Done!"

In the moment he was tackled by the little ghost girl, Old Master Wang, with his initiative fully aroused, had already thought of a perfect idea.

It would not only ensure the safety of Beimang Mountain Blessed Land during these chaotic times but might also result in a windfall.

That was to introduce a super "scythe" after securing the Blessed Land, and turn himself into a true landlord and landlady!

"As for whom the Blessed Land faces? Of course... the water goes to my own field."

...

In the southwest of Yan State.

A vast expanse of impenetrable dark clouds enveloped a large mountain, with war drums thundering and lightning flashing among the clouds, as if hiding an army of thousands.

Above the clouds, a tall woman dressed in green Nichang, with the image of a barely visible blue thunder goddess emerging behind her.

With a mantra in her hand, and chanting,

"Brilliant sunsets and jade green skies, the Thunder Ancestor is divine. Within the Three Realms, Ten Thousand Saints manifest. Thirty-two Emperors, a myriad of spirits in four branches. The Five Ancients of the Five Directions, the sun and moon fostering life. Shining light crossing over, standing apart in Qiankun."

"Silver Serpent Formation, Thunder God dance! Rise!"

Boom!

This turned out to be a female Thunder God from the Thunder Department.

Originating from the Qixia Temple on Immortal Mist Island in the East Sea, her name was Shen Qiuzhuo.

Belonging to the same sect as Wang Yuan’s former colleague Shen Qingyi from the Imperial Dragon Guard in Dengzhou Prefecture.

She inherited the "Earth Department Taoism · Qixia Battle Cloud Skill" from the temple, specializing in "Cloud Seal Thunder Text," as well as various talismans and formations based on it.

The divine position Shen Qiuzhuo held was the "Golden Essence Green Thought Immortal," an Earth Department Immortal Official and a rare female position in the Thunder Department.

As the formation took shape, a large group of ugly "monsters" also began to dance around her.

These "monsters" resembled powerful warriors, bare-chested, with two wings on their backs, three eyes on their foreheads, red faces like monkeys, sharp long lower jaws, eagle-like feet, holding wedges in their left hands, and hammers in their right.

From the top to the side, five connected drums were still hanging, with the lightning flowing in a circuitous route.

They were a group of Thunder Gods belonging to the Thunder Department!

In the midst of their dance, with each step they took, a thunderous explosion would sound from the dark clouds beneath their feet.

Then, countless flashes of lightning, like silver snakes, ruthlessly struck down upon a dark cavern on the ground.

Squeak squeak squeak...

Numerous pitch-black rats, mixed with a sizeable number of Human-Faced Rats and Rat Demons, swarmed out from other caverns, only to turn into charred remains under the vast expanse of electrical light.

The lightning seemed alive, clinging desperately to every rat, not letting go of any "source of infection."

This "Thunder God Dance" performed collectively by numerous Thunder Gods continued for a full two hours before the ground was thoroughly cleared of Demons and Ghosts.

They all collapsed on the ground, exhausted, panting heavily.

The Plague Absorption Thunder God from the Human Department couldn’t help but complain:

"These derivative Deceit Monsters simply can’t be completely exterminated, I’m about to die from exhaustion! Brothers, when will we finally find the main culprit?"

The Poison Absorption Thunder God from the same department weakly waved his hand:

"Don’t... don’t talk, just look at Qiuzhuo, and you won’t feel tired anymore."

The only female Immortal Official who still cared about her appearance and stood in the clouds had an aloof temperament, with her robe billowing in the wind, a truly pleasant sight to the eyes.

Strangely enough, none of the Thunder Department Immortal Officials gathered around her.

The Rescue Illness Thunder God from the Earth Department sneered contemptuously:

"If you like someone, go pursue them! What’s the use of just staring, I look down on you!"

The Poison Absorption Thunder God quickly covered his mouth.

"Shhh, I’m not as bold as the sixth elder. I don’t have the guts to provoke those insanely beautiful ladies from Immortal Mist Island who, upon a single disagreement, are ready to fight."

"Just looking is good enough! Just looking is good enough!"

Clearly, the precepts and taboos regarding the Qingxia Battle Cloud Skill restrained a group of Thunder Gods from making any advance.

The others chimed in in agreement:

"To be honest, there aren’t many who can be shameless like the sixth elder, who doesn’t die no matter how hard Sage Green Seal beats him up."

"When I passed by Immortal Mist Island, I even heard the sixth elder laugh hysterically while being beaten, yelling out, ’Qingxia, hit harder, it feels so good!’"

"Really? That happened?"

"There’s even more. He said he had been waiting for Sage Qingxia for five hundred years and would marry no one but her!

Pah! He’s a full five hundred years older than her, that old monkey just thinks about eating tender peaches!"

"Moreover, because the sixth elder is a monkey with hands and feet that don’t hinder him from casting spells and mantras, and is fully covered in fur without changing his shape, he’s always running to Immortal Mist Island.

He clings to the beautiful Sage Qingxia, it’s so embarrassing on his behalf!"

"Speaking of which, probably only Old Lei from the Nine Soldiers, who married a Fish Demon, could be compared to him, right?"

"Heh, if you talk about this, I’m not sleepy anymore. I heard that recently someone from the Dou Department also has a certain too..."

Just then, perhaps having heard the discussion about their ancestral master, they saw the female Immortal Sage, Shen Qiuzhuo, with her eyebrows upside down and a frosty voice:

"Do you still have time to gossip about these baseless rumors here? Get up and work!

Look at yourselves.

Have you gathered enough money to buy your Cave Mansion?

For those who have bought one, have you finished paying off the mortgage to your Corpse Dissection Immortal?

Have you collected all the Earth Essence Treasures needed for your own progression to the Earth Essence realm?

Have you found the Earth Spirit Qi to control the Heavenly Spirit Qi? Have you saved enough money for the bridal gifts to marry your Taoist partner?..."

Each statement was a knife to the heart. With every word Shen Qiuzhuo uttered, the faces of these fellows grew paler.

"We... we haven’t."

Merit! Merit!

It’s like the Imperial Dragon Guards in peaceful times needing to make some extra money while contending with Evil.

Ideals and a sense of justice can’t fill the stomach.

They certainly can’t expect those Immortal Officials who stand at the forefront against the Weird to bring their own supplies.

Although they don’t have a Small Book of Life and Death, and the Yin Morality can’t be cashed in, for the Immortal Officials, merits themselves are the greatest wealth.

The Merit Examination Hall has everything one could need, and most of the problems encountered in cultivation can be solved by spending merits.

But their biggest problem right now is... a lack of merits!

Cave Mansions, partners, resources, offspring... there’s always too little merit to spend, and almost everyone is kept in a state of not starving to death but not being able to get rich.

A lofty vision combined with a stark reality, those lacking everything work with an extra degree of determination!

After being reminded by Shen Qiuzhuo, they all jumped to their feet.

"To work! Where are the Demons, I am going to defeat a hundred of them!"

"A thousand!"

The group of Corpse Dissection Immortals, who loves making "chee chee" creepy laughs, clearly understand this principle well.

Of course, the number of those who now quietly understood this principle had just increased by one.