Chapter 51: The Witch's Precautions, Humans' Consecutive Misfortunes

  Out of Kunlun Mountain, Zhou Cheng directly summoned Huang Jing, preparing to set off back to the mountain. Turning his head to take a look at Bai Yun's appearance, he suddenly felt dizzy and his heart ached to the point of being life-threatening.

  "You, you little beast, wasting good things."

  Originally, White Cloud was holding a gourd of Nine-Turn Golden Elixir given by the Supreme Old Lord. As he walked, he shook his body from time to time, pouring out a grain of golden elixir and throwing it into his mouth, chewing randomly like biting sugar beans, and swallowing it down. Every time he swallowed one, his body emitted a crackling sound, as if his bones were growing. Extremely comfortable, he exclaimed, "Delicious! Truly delicious!"

  You wonder why this white cloud can eat golden elixirs like sugar beans, but it's because his physical constitution is naturally special, plus the thousand-year-old yuan pearl that nourishes and gathers the origin, compared to ordinary people, he has a great advantage. This time, after randomly swallowing the golden elixir, most of the medicinal effect was wasted, and a small part of the medicinal power was either absorbed or stored in the body, waiting to be slowly absorbed later.

  "Heh heh, Teacher, the elixir that Lord Jun gave me is really delicious, much better than the Dendrobium and Huang Jing that Sister Zhu Yu gave me before."

  He had originally wanted to teach the young one a lesson, letting him know that waste was not good and wasting golden elixirs was punishable. But the young one inadvertently spoke out in bamboo language, which caused him to feel a pang of sadness. Bamboo language, after all, was his own disciple's language. Even if she had countless flaws, as her master, he had not taught her enough. Moreover, she was inexperienced and did not understand human emotions or worldly affairs, and her temperament was biased in many ways, but that was normal. He only hoped that this calamity of a thousand years would dissipate some of her unruly energy, and from now on, she would respect her master and cherish the brothers and sisters within the sect. One day as a master, a lifetime as a father - where in the world were there disciples who could not be taught? Only useless masters existed. As the saying went, "A master leads you into the door, but cultivation depends on the individual; teaching, however, ultimately lies with the master."

  "This is the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir refined by your Taishang Laojun Shibo in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, with merits comparable to creation. Ordinary people who take one pellet will be able to ascend to heaven during the day and become a celestial immortal; those at the Xuanxian realm who take one pellet will be able to regulate their breath and attain the Tao after 99 cycles, achieving the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. This elixir is quite difficult to refine, and Laojun has stored it for many years - this time, I fear it's all being consumed by you." Zhou Cheng saw that Baiyun had eaten about ten or so pellets, his cultivation rapidly increasing, his body even growing a few inches taller. A small child, having returned to the Void stage, unexpectedly directly reached the early Xuanxian stage.

  "Give me the gourd and eat it like you did, without being killed by the explosive power, I'm really lucky. Unfortunately, most of the medicinal properties were wasted in vain." Ba Yun's special talent allowed him to escape this disaster.

  "Hmm, if you don't want to eat it, then just leave some for me to bring back to my parents and Master." Although Bai Yun was young and simple-minded, he wasn't unreasonable. When Zhou Cheng said this, he also felt a bit regretful about wasting the golden elixir.

  The white cloud reluctantly took out the gourd and was about to hand it over to Zhou Cheng, but seemed to have thought of something and shrank back.

  "Teacher, Huang Jing has worked so hard, I've eaten so much already, shouldn't we give him one?" Bai Yun looked at the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon crouching beside her, feeling a bit sorry for it. Zhou Cheng could only nod in agreement, feeling some heartache. Bai Yun casually took out a grain and tossed it to Huang Jing. Huang Jing instantly transformed into human form, tears streaming down his face as he kowtowed in gratitude.

  Zhou Chenggang wanted to take the opportunity to speak a few words to show his gratitude, but Bai Yun's single sentence almost killed him.

  Nothing, nothing. I just ate a lot and there are still ten in the gourd.

  After two masters and apprentices set out on the road, Bai Yun kept making a fuss about walking slowly and strolling around everywhere, so as not to go back to the mountain and hardly come out again.

  The golden dragon flies wildly in all directions, without caring about the direction. The white cloud says where to go, and it flies there. Zhou Cheng also rarely has such a mood, so he lets the white cloud play. People who cultivate the Tao, although they do not enter the world, but the way of mountains and rivers is closer to the good, after all, the great natural law contains the most. Nature is one way, the way of life, who can understand it thoroughly, and the way will be achieved in the morning and evening.

  But as they walked, the more they saw and heard, the darker Zhou Cheng's face became. In the end, even Bai Yun didn't dare to speak, not knowing if he had offended the teacher or not. But what Bai Yun didn't know was that the reason for Zhou Cheng's anger was actually related to the matter of the two tribes of witches and demons.

  The Wu tribe had a wizard named Zou Yi, who was extremely intelligent and quick-witted. Although he didn't have a divine spirit, nor did he know the will of heaven or good fortune, he was extremely skilled at observing situations, and would hide away at the slightest sign of trouble. During the last great war between the Wu and the Yao, he was an exception, using excuses to avoid it and thus avoiding disaster. Although he avoided disaster, the outcome of the war between the Wu and the Yao left him enraged, with millions of Wu people, including their ancestors Zu Rong, all dying together. The severity of the casualties was extreme, and the Wu tribe's vitality has yet to recover to this day.

  The heavens have observed that the demon tribe is numerous and strong, with expertise in various techniques and magical artifacts. Although the witch tribe is very powerful, they are not skilled in magic, nor do they have a primordial spirit to wield magical artifacts, and their physical attacks ultimately have limitations. He may be avoiding battle, but it's not because he doesn't care about the witch tribe; on the contrary, he is deeply concerned about their fate and wants to find a way for them to win.

  Alas, the weaknesses of this demon clan are not so easily grasped. Zou, although having a high innate talent and being one of the few wise wizards in the witch clan, also felt completely at a loss. So he decided to go out and travel around, striving to find a solution.

  The vast wilderness, the old man stood up to teach people, and the human tribe went out in all directions, and it was also lively. Many tribal tribes, like locusts, quickly occupied the blank areas of various ethnic forces. Each tribe, circling land for farming, opening mountains for woodcutting, building bridges when encountering water, repairing roads and building houses, what a lively scene! The creative power and great potential of human beings have already appeared at this time without a doubt.

  The human tribe has taken over the vast wilderness, clearing mountains and forests, and engaging in large-scale construction. However, this has provoked many hidden demons and ferocious beasts from the depths of the mountains and forests. Although there are humans with extraordinary abilities, they find it difficult to cope with the sudden attacks by these demonic creatures. As a result, many humans have been killed by those enraged demons, either by being swallowed whole, torn apart, burned alive with true fire, or other forms of brutal slaughter, all of which are unbearable and shocking to heaven and earth.

  The universe has watched various demon tribes kill people from afar many times, and it was also discovered that there were some wonderful places, which inspired the idea of balancing the demon tribe in his heart.

  Every time a human tribe is on the verge of death, a wisp of pale blue smoke will rise into the air. The smoke churns and rolls, emitting faint bursts of fierce roars, like a wild beast charging towards the murderous demon tribe. No one knows what it is, only that it's some kind of magic released by certain human tribes when they're about to die. Whenever the strange smoke comes rushing at them, the demons will reveal a look of disgust and immediately cast a spell to dispel the smoke. Sometimes there are too many wisps of smoke or ones that seem to be coalescing into something tangible, and the demons often can't react in time before letting out a blood-curdling scream and dying. The smoke won't even spare the demon's corpse, pouncing on it en masse, surrounding it, and devouring the remaining spiritual energy amidst the fierce roars.

  The universe has seen such a brutal scene before, and it's no wonder that I'm terrified. But as I gradually understand the reason behind this, I realize that even if these small human tribes don't know how to cultivate the Tao, the evil spirits they produce after death can still be so powerful? He doesn't know that this is a unique thing about humans - when the three souls and seven spirits die, they become ghosts. The more brutal the death, the more ferocious the ghost becomes, specializing in harming the original spirit. One or two ghostly powers may be weak, but the power of thousands of vengeful spirits is terrifying to hear. Moreover, during the Honghuang era, humans had a high innate talent, and the vengeful spirits they produced were far superior to those of later generations.

  The ancestors had thought for a moment and came up with a plan. They immediately returned to the tribe to deal with the witch's affairs, and they had a plan.

  There's a very important person coming to my school today, I'm afraid I'll have to accompany them for half a day, I'll try to come back and update as soon as possible. Alas, what if we end up drinking and I get drunk? Better report first and take precautions.

  As for the matter of Fan Tian Yin, I'll explain it again. This book is based on mythology and is a bold YY work. It's faithful to the original, but also has innovations. Fan Tian Yin assumes that there was first a seal, and then Yuan Shi took over the heavy refining work of Zhong Sheng Mountain. I've already explained this in the text, you can go back and take another look at the previous chapter.

  Let's pay respects, a novel of the Desolate Era that I read before writing my book was announced to be cancelled just a few days after it went on shelves.

  I reiterate that this book will absolutely not be taken down. Even if there's only one subscriber left in the future. The more people reading, the more support votes I get, the more frequent the updates will be, and I'll update every day. If there are fewer supporters, I'll dig a hole first and slowly bury it, just treating it as writing for myself alone to read.

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  Horizontal Plane [Void Condensed Sword Line]

  Guo Xiao Mo [The Great Sage of the West: Wukong]

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