Chapter 108: Nine Dragons Chariot, Mouse Hole

  The sky is clear and vast, with clouds gathering, but in an instant they disperse. Only the morning glow spreads across the sky, reflecting a dazzling dreamlike scene, like a heavenly palace, revealing a corner of it.

  Rumble...

  A deafening sound, with Tian Du Mountain as the center, shook the earth for dozens of miles around. An invisible force radiated out, and even though they were separated by several miles, there was a strange sight of large tracts of forest leaning to one side in unison.

  Tian Du Mountain Range, Temple of the Sun God, mountain gate wide open.

  The majestic mountain gate of the Seven Sects' grand formation is terrifying, once opened, the hundred-mile smoke and clouds, endless spiritual energy, are all sucked in cleanly, the vigorous wind generated during the process howls.

  The new generation of personally transmitted disciples of the Temple of the Sun God came out for the first time, rushing to the southern border. This is a grand event, so they opened the mountain gate to make it solemn and announced it to the world.

  At this moment, inside and outside the Temple of the Sun God, countless elders from generation to generation looked up with their eyes and saw a red light flying out of the mountain gate.

  Among the red light, there is a chariot like a mountain range. In front of the chariot, nine divine dragons condensed from pure spiritual energy are pulling it forward. Suddenly, they traverse the vast sky.

  "As the sun god tours the sky vault, in the form of a golden crow rising from Fu Sang."

  "Dragon's Ninefold Strike of the Eastern Pole!"

  Outside the Temple of the Sun God, and even further away, many cultivators along the road, whether they were lone practitioners or geniuses from various sects, saw the Nine Dragons Carriage from afar and felt the surging aura rushing towards them, causing their faces to change greatly as they hastily made way.

  After the Nine Dragons' sedan chair passed by, many elderly people's first reaction was to go back and warn their younger generations. During this period, when encountering young cultivators who went out for training, it's better to be polite and give way, as you never know if the other person is someone from the Nine Dragons' sedan chair.

  There is indeed someone on the Kowloon Walled City!

  Chen Ximiao, Bao Xi, Zeng Zuimo, Lu Xue, Liu Yitian, Mu Xiaoshu, Wu Shan...

  A group of newly promoted disciples, all of whom were standing on the Jiulongbi for the first time, curiously stood at the edge and looked out at the mountains and rivers that stretched as far as the eye could see, all dyed a fiery red under the might of the Jiulongbi, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

  The leader of the crowd was Chen Xiwei. She stood alone at the very front, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, looking desolate and weighed down by her thoughts.

  Zeng Zui Mo and Bao Xi, who had been secretly watching her reaction, couldn't help but sigh and look disheartened.

  Nineteen out of twenty are present. The Shinmei style has been passed down from generation to generation. Only one person is missing.

  Three English Four Arhats One Strange Immortal, First Seat: Ning Feng!

  Where is Ning Feng?

  "Trudging... trudging..."

  "I am destined to roam!"

  "Climbing mountains, fording rivers, crossing forests, entering valleys...... when will it end?"

  Ning Feng held a tree branch that he had picked up from who-knows-where. He wore a seemingly ordinary scholar's robe, standing at the waist of the mountain, gazing up at the vast expanse of dark rocks at the summit.

  Rocks fly like eaves, protruding from the mountains and forests, stretching across the sky, looking abrupt and strange, like a falcon standing on a steep cliff. At any moment, it may dive down to attack, and it seems like a fierce tiger roaring in the depths of the mountain, about to pounce and bite.

  Just as the morning sun rises, the unstoppable morning light passes through the dense leaves and falls on Ning Feng's body. The ordinary scholar's robe unexpectedly reflects a faint golden light, as if there are hidden golden threads within.

  "The Golden Thread Robe is indeed the pinnacle of the Seven Orthodox Sects' formal attire, with the essence of the Three Changes in One Day robe, and it also has countless other wonderful uses."

  Ning felt a warmth that was always present around Zhou, and her mood improved significantly.

  He didn't make it to set off with Chen Xiwei and others to Nanjiang.

  Before that, Tianyunzi and Shennan had obtained the news of the treasure through a bet, and the training arranged by their own masters was also ready. The two things combined into one, which led to the events that followed.

  "First go and explore that mouse demon cave, obtain treasure and come out, then travel alone to the southern border, and reunite with the sect..."

  Ning Feng felt his teeth aching, thinking of the hardships and dangers ahead, suddenly feeling that all the hardships he had endured on the road were nothing.

  In his mind, flashed the message of the so-called mouse demon.

  He was originally one of the savage and demonic crowds, with a lustful nature. Later, he surprisingly dared to tease a young master of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan, and the result is self-evident. The real mouse escaped from the Savage Mountain.

  Originally, it was supposed to be hung on the flagpole and dried into a mouse-tail rhythm, but unexpectedly this old demon was quite clever, not stopping for half a moment on the road, directly relying on the Southern Demon Sect, and becoming an apprentice under one of the old demons of the Southern Demon Sect.

  The demons of Mangcang Mountain were not afraid of the Southern Demon Sect, but for some unknown reason, they unexpectedly retreated and forbade the old demons from setting foot on Mangcang Mountain again, otherwise they would be cooked into a pot of mouse soup to calm down the young master.

  Even if Ning Feng's courage was greater and Tian Yunzi wanted to temper the only successor of the Taiyang method, he couldn't throw him into the fire pit.

  It can be said that it was the old mouse demon who died.

  He stayed in the Southern Demon Sect for a few years, taking advantage of the old demon's closure of the life and death pass, the nature of the mouse tribe broke out, and he actually sneaked into the treasure trove guarded by the old demon, stealing several treasures.

  After the mouse demon incident, he woke up and knew that once this matter was revealed, he would be doomed. He hastily took advantage of the old demon still being in seclusion and fled 30,000 miles away to this poor mountain and evil water, closing his door and not venturing out every day, fearing that his whereabouts would be exposed.

  It's also his fate.

  After he fled to this place, he was discovered by the Shendian elder who happened to be going out to prepare for a battle with the Southern Demon Sect, and also took a trip to his treasure house.

  This senior of the Temple of Gods did not deign to take action against this old mouse, but rather wanted to make it an object for the younger generation to hone their skills, and so sent back a message, then headed south again.

  Thus, there was Ning Feng's line.

  "Violet gold for box, spiritual rattan for rope!"

  Ning Feng muttered to himself repeatedly, this was the clue he needed to get the treasure.

  "This should be the treasure chest."

  "What's inside? Not a single word was said, it seems like I won't know until I open the box."

  Ning Feng let out a sigh and temporarily suppressed the curiosity that was scratching at his heart like a small cat, and continued to head up the mountain.

  "I hope their news isn't wrong, that bold and daring rat heard that the Temple of the Sun God and the Southern Demon Sect are at odds, and couldn't help but sneak out to gather information and spread rumors."

  "If it's not like that, then running into a great demon like this is truly..."

  "Alas! The heavens are crying for me... My master's teaching methods have driven me to despair! It's a tragedy!"

  In a short while, from the waist of the mountain to the top, the later it got, the less vegetation there was, replaced by black rocks with thousands of holes.

  These black rocks are all over the top of the mountain, and on each black rock there are irregular holes, with the smallest ones that mice can enter, and the largest ones that old cats can go in.

  Outside each hole, countless tiny paw prints and fallen gray or black hairs silently explained what these holes were used for.

  "Like father, like son."

  The wind whispers in amazement, looking up at the vast expanse of black rock in front of him, "Those disciples of that old mouse demon are really skilled at digging holes, this mountain is going to be hollowed out!"

  He looked around, searching high and low, muttering to himself:

  "Where should I go in?"