Chapter 936: Evil heretics

Medicinal herbs?

If I'm not mistaken, that sword was coming straight at her.

That voice, whose origin and species were unknown, said she was a medicinal herb.

Treating people like medicinal herbs?

The person who said that must not be human.

It's probably some kind of demon that has become sentient.

Song Chunxue was furious. Why was she treated like a medicinal ingredient? Did they think she was easy to bully?

"Wuyou, did you hear that? Someone's using me as medicine! Isn't that bullying? Am I really that easy to bully? If I don't even fight back, am I less useful than a stick? Go and kill him!"

"Huh? Who?" Wuyou seemed to be woken from a dream by her voice. "Who dares to use you as medicine? They're tired of living, aren't they? I have to kill them, otherwise how will I ever face the world again?"

"They're hiding on that mountain, I don't know where, but their cultivation level is probably very high. Are you going or not? If you're chickening out, forget it. I'm not that capable anyway, so I'll just take the herbs."

He didn't seem very angry, so Song Chunxue could only resort to provocation.

"Don't give me that crap, I saw where that arrow came from." Wuyou's tone was tinged with excitement. "Wait, I'll refine it into a pill first!"

The words had barely left her mind when Wuyou rushed out of her storage ring.

The sound of Master Han and the man talking still echoed in the valley.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, the voice that was so close by cried out in pain, and then disappeared.

Master Han looked at Master Zhang and nodded slightly.

The next moment, the swords of the two Taoist priests also flew out.

Everyone could clearly hear the sound of weapons clashing in the valley; it was very intense.

Before long, many things rolled down the mountain, seemingly all kinds of birds and beasts, running around them as if their lives depended on it, and disappearing into the distance with the flow of water.

The fighting on the mountain grew increasingly intense, and after a short while, huge rocks began to fall.

Tudan'er, Changyun, and Yebai were slurping noodles with their bowls and chopsticks when they saw the commotion on the mountain and called out, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and eat your noodles, they're going to get soggy."

Actually, it's fine if they don't eat; they can finish their bowls quickly and then immediately refill them.

But it seemed like no one heard it.

The three of them picked up the noodles on the table one after another and poured them neatly into their own bowls.

Lord Zhao walked to Song Chunxue's side, his expression complex.

"Senior Brother, please speak frankly. Is this what Master Han was about to say? That I'm a medicinal herb that's being targeted?"

What puzzled her was why this particular herb had to be hers.

"That's roughly the idea," Lord Zhao glanced at her and sighed, "I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky."

"Can't our group really defeat a heretical cultivator?" Master Zhang made hand seals, forming a Bagua symbol array written in the air like flowing water. "Follow me, gather your strength and recite the incantation."

Song Chunxue and Lord Zhao pointed their fingers at the sword, and then Zhang Daoshi performed the spell.

This was the first time Song Chunxue had ever seen such a scene, and she was extremely excited.

Several children dropped their bowls and ran over, joining in to gather their strength.

[This is disgusting! This thing looks so grotesque. I've never seen anything so ugly and repulsive before. Ugh!]

When Wuyou's voice came, Song Chunxue couldn't help but smile.

【Then just say it directly. Scare him to death with your words, even just to distract him. Don't hold back.】

【Wait!】

"Knock knock knock!"

"Crackling crackling crackling!"

Various noises came from behind the woods on the mountain.

Master Han slowly floated to the mountainside, took out a long, divine-slaying whip, and charged forward.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Snap~ Crack... Boom~"

Lightning flashed and thunder roared on the mountainside, and the trees and rocks on the mountain seemed to have been sheared off, with half of the mountaintop sliding down.

Like everyone else, Song Chunxue held her breath and dared not make a sound.

That bastard actually ran away, what a coward!

I'll go after them and wait.

A streak of light quickly turned around the mountain and disappeared.

Soon, Master Zhang's sword returned, and Master Han flew down the mountain holding the God-Slaying Whip, carrying something else in his other hand.

"Eek~"

Several children made disgusted noises and backed away in unison.

"Master Han, you cut off its tail?" Tu Dan'er laughed. "So it was a... well..."

The next moment, he found that he could not make a sound and turned to look at his master.

Master Zhang acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and stepped forward with a smile, "I didn't expect that's what you were worried about. Fortunately, he's no match for us. But I wonder who that person is and why he attacked my junior brother?"

All eyes were on Master Han, craning their necks to wait for his explanation.

Suddenly, a flying boat came towards them.

Huo Xiang and Ye Hanying appeared before him, anxiously asking, "What happened? The mountain collapsed! Are you in trouble? Didn't we see the old immortal? Why are we being harassed?"

Master Han pondered for a moment, a faint smile appearing on his face, and slowly walked to the bench and sat down.

“It’s nothing serious,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “I used to always lose to him, and when we met again, I was inevitably intimidated by him. But just now, the battle made me realize that I have actually surpassed him over the years and can now disregard him.”

As he spoke, he looked up at Song Chunxue and said, "You did a great job."

Song Chunxue laughed, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, right? I don't even know him. He's already being treated like a medicinal herb. I'll have to give him a sting before I die."

The tension in everyone eased, and they couldn't help but laugh.

“That’s right, that makes sense.” Lord Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. “My junior brother’s behavior makes me feel ashamed.”

"What's there to be ashamed of? If I had known what kind of person he was, I probably wouldn't have dared to let Wuyou go. After all, there are always people more capable than you." Song Chunxue also breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, Wuyou isn't scared at all."

However, it's unclear when Wuyou will return, or whether she will be captured by them.

Everyone sat down, ate, and listened to Master Han explain the origin of that arrogant thing.

It turns out that he was Chongshan, a wolf demon three hundred years older than Master Han, and his cultivation was very high. Many cultivators avoided him when they were weak. He was a notorious evil cultivator in the demon realm, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the progenitor of the demonic path.

The reason Master Han suddenly asked Song Chunxue so seriously earlier, asking if there was something troubling her, was because he had thought of this.

The dream was an omen, an invasion, a deception, indicating that Chongshan had already set his sights on Song Chunxue when they entered the mountain.

At first, Master Han only thought that Song Chunxue might be targeted by someone, perhaps someone who had noticed her talent and wanted to get rid of her.

To my utter surprise, the person immediately used her as a medicinal ingredient.

Huo Xiang frowned. "He's actually the progenitor! How is such an evil being still alive and well? How come the heavenly lightning didn't strike him dead? How did such an evil demon escape the heavenly tribulation?"

Master Han's expression was grave.

“It was precisely because he used those underhanded methods to evade the heavenly lightning that he went further and further down the path of speculation and deception, and all these years he has only dared to hide in the Aishan Mountains.” He sneered and twirled the jade bead in his hand. “If he were near the Kunlun Mountains, he would have been blasted into dust by our ancestors long ago.”