Chenjiagou.

Two black dots fell from the sky.

Two cultivators dressed in black arrived on swords. They stood on a high place, the tall, thin man holding a golden compass, which then emitted a bright light.

The burly middle-aged man standing nearby looked excited. "The spiritual energy around here is abundant; there must be something good here."

The tall, thin man was overjoyed. "Senior Brother Fang, judging from the compass's reaction, there must be a spiritual vein nearby."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Let's hurry down and find out what's going on."

Two cultivators arrived at Black Mountain. They placed the golden compass on the mountaintop and, with the infusion of spiritual energy, the compass activated, and golden dragon patterns gradually emerged from the light cluster in the center.

"It really is a spiritual vein!"

"This is not a simple spiritual vein. This spiritual vein shows signs of transforming into a dragon. This is a legendary dragon vein."

The tall, thin young man and the burly middle-aged man were both surprised and delighted. They never expected that there would be a dragon vein in such a remote place that could defy fate. It was simply a stroke of good luck.

The burly middle-aged man stroked his chin, a bright smile on his face. "If this is truly a dragon vein, our Xuanzhi Mountain will definitely become a top-tier cultivation force in the future."

The tall, thin young man looked at Chenjiagou at the foot of the mountain. "Senior Brother Fang, mining the spiritual vein is a big undertaking. The people at the foot of the mountain are a potential threat. If the news leaks out, the consequences will be very troublesome."

The burly young man snorted, "Let's go back to Xuanzhi Mountain first, and deal with the people down the mountain later."

The tall, thin young man nodded. Suddenly sensing a peculiar energy fluctuation, he immediately became alert. "Who is it?"

A tall, slender figure appeared in the woods. When these two cultivators arrived at Black Mountain, Chen Chang'an had been secretly observing them, trying to find out their purpose. Upon hearing that they might be harmful to the people of Chenjiagou, he stopped concealing his presence.

The burly middle-aged man and the tall, thin young man saw Chen Chang'an emerge from the woods. Ordinary people cannot see the Yin Spirit, but cultivators who have successfully established their foundation can.

“I am Chen Chang’an, the mountain god of Black Mountain.”

Chen Chang'an remained neither humble nor arrogant. He revealed his identity and then stared at the two outside cultivators with piercing eyes, saying, "You'd better not try anything here."

"hehe."

"I thought it was some kind of holy deity, but it turns out to be just a mere mountain god who dares to threaten us."

The tall, thin young man looked at him with disdain.

The burly middle-aged man dared not be careless. "Mountain gods are rare. Most are mountain spirits. I never expected there to be a Yin god here."

The original mountain gods were mountain spirits who became gods and had physical bodies. Later, when the Taoist patriarch conferred titles upon the gods, he bestowed titles upon many meritorious spirits as gods. These spirits did not have physical bodies.

Upon hearing the words "yin god," the previously disdainful, tall, thin young man became serious. The mountain god before him was indeed a yin god; no wonder he hadn't noticed his presence at first.

"Are you a mountain god appointed by the imperial court?"

Currently, within the Great Xia territory, only the Great Xia Dynasty has the qualification to confer deities; no other forces dare to do so.

There is a dragon vein here, and he is very likely a mountain god appointed by the Great Xia Dynasty to guard the dragon vein of this place.

The two cultivators looked tense.

Chen Chang'an answered truthfully, "I am the mountain god appointed by the immortal master of Longhu Temple!"

"Dragon and Tiger Temple?"

The burly middle-aged man and the tall, thin young man looked at each other. They had never heard of the two strongest immortal sects in the north of the Great Xia Dynasty: Xuanzhi Mountain and Liuyun Sect.

The other cultivation forces are all second-rate.

"hehe."

The burly middle-aged man and the tall, thin young man exchanged a smile. If Chen Chang'an were a mountain god appointed by the imperial court, they certainly wouldn't dare to make a move here. But Longhu Temple was a power they had never even heard of, and it wasn't worth paying attention to at all.

"Only the imperial court can bestow titles of godhood within the Great Xia territory. So you're a false god. No wonder you're different from the other mountain gods."

The tall, thin young man's expression changed again. He looked at the burly middle-aged man and asked, "Senior Brother Fang, what should we do with him?"

"Let's do it!"

The burly middle-aged man drew his sword directly.

The tall, thin young man immediately drew his spirit sword.

Two sword lights, each carrying a cold glint, came first.

Chen Chang'an remained calm in the face of danger. He raised his hand and struck out a golden handprint, shattering the two sword lights.

The burly middle-aged man and the tall, thin youth joined forces and charged forward. Two spirit swords gleamed with an eerie light, and Chen Chang'an's hands were enveloped in golden light. He directly clashed the spirit swords with his bare hands.

Ta-da!

Facing two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, Chen Chang'an remained calm and composed, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage.

"How dare you be so insolent!"

Chen Chang'an had initially been testing their strength, but now he realized they were nothing special, so he stopped holding back.

He gathered his divine power and unleashed a punch. The overwhelming force distorted space, and the tall, thin youth and the burly middle-aged man were simultaneously enveloped by the fist's light, blasted away by the terrifying power.

Boom!

The rocks were broken.

Cough cough.

The tall, thin young man was beaten until he coughed up blood.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the burly middle-aged man decisively took to the air on his sword, shouting, "Junior Brother Fan, let's go!"

Seeing that they wanted to leave, Chen Chang'an clasped his hands tightly and used his supernatural powers. Golden light rose from the mountain god temple, and a golden figure similar to Chen Chang'an appeared. That figure was comparable to a mountain, and the golden hand grabbed at Fang Yan and Fan Sheng.

Fan Sheng was grabbed by the golden hand, while Fang Yan, having escaped faster, had already flown away on his sword.

"Senior Brother Fang, save me!"

Fan Sheng struggled desperately, shouting in terror, but Fang Yan didn't turn his head and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

The golden figure slammed Fan Sheng onto the black mountain. He crashed heavily onto the mountaintop with a cracking sound, his body riddled with fractures and his internal organs severely damaged.

Fan Sheng lay on the ground coughing up blood. If Chen Chang'an hadn't shown mercy, he would have been crushed to pieces.

Chen Chang'an frowned as he watched the direction Fang Yan had fled. His power originated from the Mountain God Temple, and once he left Black Mountain, his divine power would be greatly weakened.

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