"Mother-in-law."
Wu Xiao's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.
Because she saw the village chief's mother standing on a divine corpse, her frail body looking very strange.
Its hands, feet, and neck were covered in red fur, just like a monkey's.
The red fur shimmered and sparkled, its subtle nine-colored hues constantly shimmering.
Wu Xiao was extremely worried, her eyes welled up with tears, which she struggled to hold back, and choked out:
"Grandma, are you grandma?"
The scholar and the woodcutter blocked Wu Xiao's way: "Be careful, she looks like the village chief, but she might not be."
This was the first time they had ever seen such a strange creature, like a monkey, but not a monkey.
"Excuse me, are you the village chief?"
The scholar walked towards her step by step with his hands behind his back, observing her as he went.
But her expression remained calm, without any emotional fluctuation.
The scholar could only grit his teeth and say, "I've plucked all the feathers from the geese you raise to make quill pens."
The village elder's eyes turned bloodshot. Without hesitation, she struck, her index and middle fingers sweeping across the sky. A dazzling sword aura descended from the heavens, domineering and fierce, knocking the scholar to the ground.
The ground collapsed, smoke and dust billowed, and the scholar coughed incessantly, saying:
"I can tell she is indeed the village chief's wife. I just don't know why she's become like this. It doesn't matter. I'll subdue her first and take her back to the village."
"Be careful, don't hurt my mother-in-law," Wu Xiao reminded her.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
The scholar, with fair skin and wearing a white hat, looked refined and frail, yet possessed unimaginable strength.
He reads countless books, travels extensively, and cultivates a noble literary spirit—this is his extraordinary skill.
Legend has it that if one cultivates to the extreme, one can become a god and attain enlightenment.
His ordinary quill pen was his magic weapon; with a casual stroke, a towering mountain appeared in the sky, intended to forcefully suppress the village chief.
We've always indulged her, but now it's time to show her what a true scholar is like.
For a scholar, every stroke of his pen represents the landscape and the human world.
With a single stroke, the towering mountain split into dozens of other mountains, surrounding the village chief's grandmother.
He made another stroke, and the sun and moon appeared, descending from the sky and illuminating the village chief's grandmother.
He then quickly drew, instantly creating a cage that imprisoned her.
"Done."
Just as the scholar was about to put his pen away, the binding force suddenly shattered.
The village elder's eyes flashed, and the scarlet power transformed into a sword intent that slashed straight at the scholar.
The scholar panicked and used his quill to defend himself, but the quill turned into dust.
The woodcutter acted swiftly, wielding a wood-chopping knife, and deflected the village chief's sword intent.
The two began to fight.
The woodcutter held a machete, and with each strike, the sky was split in two.
The village chief's wife was like an ancient deity; even a casual sword strike was enough for the woodcutter to defend against with all his might. In just a few moves, the woodcutter gradually lost ground.
Wu Xiao made his move.
She majored in swordsmanship, which was taught to her by the village elder.
But over the years, she has long since developed her own unique style of moves.
With a single move, crimson spiritual energy filled the sky, turning the heavens red.
Wu Xiao and the woodcutter attacked the village chief's wife with all their might, and soon the scholar joined the battle.
As the fighting continued, the headless god-corpse in the sky came to life, stood up, blood flowing from its severed neck, and casually stretched out a huge axe in its hand.
With a single swing of his axe, the massive dragon corpse split in two, its blood staining the sky crimson.
His killing intent was exceptionally strong, and terrifying power swirled around him.
Like a madman, he gripped an axe and chopped wildly, the violent force shattering the space into pieces, ripples spreading outwards, and the other divine corpses were smashed into a pulp by him.
The village elder stood on the headless corpse's shoulder, her eyes glowing crimson and flashing with a sharp light, controlling the corpse to launch an attack.
Wu Xiao, the scholar, and the woodcutter were defeated and forced to retreat.
"You are no match for them, retreat immediately."
Li Ming reached in, and time seemed to stand still. Brilliant light rained down on his hand as it descended from the sky. With a gentle flick of his middle finger, he sent the headless corpse flying.
The divine corpse crashed to the ground, struggling incessantly, but unable to break free, and slowly transformed into a stone statue standing on the ground.
His gaze returned to the village chief's grandmother, and he reversed the hand seal, holding her in his palm.
The village chief, an old woman covered in red hair, unleashed her full sword intent in Li Ming's palm, attempting to break through the limits and reverse the power.
However, her power was insufficient to destroy Li Ming's enveloping power.
So she decided to escape, wanting to break free from Li Ming's clutches, but no matter how she jumped, she couldn't escape.
This is Li Ming's Five Finger Mountain.
It is a world in his palm, a universe unto itself.
The village chief's mother-in-law was like a lost lamb inside, unable to leave no matter what she tried.
Li Ming's five fingers began to close, and immortal spiritual power erupted within, compressing the space. The immortal spiritual power began to burn, burning fiercely, like a raging fire burning the soul.
The old woman in my palm began to burn intensely, and the red hair on her hands, feet, neck, face and other parts of her body was burned away completely.
The village chief's mother-in-law also regained her senses.
She looked around in bewilderment at the five towering golden pillars: "Where am I?"
"Grandma." Wu Xiao landed in Li Ming's palm, tears welling in her eyes, and hugged her mother-in-law tightly. "Grandma, are you alright?"
"It's alright, Xiaoxiao." The village chief, Po Po, patted Wu Xiao on the back and said, "By the way, what are you doing here? How did I get here? What kind of place is this?"
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