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When Jiao Jue and his group returned to the Canglan Temple, the cooks at the back of the temple were already preparing the dishes.
Jiao Jue found Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang and wanted them to go to the slaughter site to broaden their horizons. Gu Qingqing was unwilling, fearing that she would go crazy. Ji Zhuang also pleaded on her behalf, saying, "Jiao Jun, Qingqing has some past experiences. If she goes to see these things again, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."
Jiao Jue narrowed his eyes and scolded, "Ugly fox, do you want to stop at the Venerable Realm and stay in the lower realm for the rest of your life?"
"Back when you were slacking off while mining, I taught you a lesson. Don't you realize how much you've wasted? There's nothing that can't be overcome once you become powerful enough. Think about it."
Seeing that Jiao Jue was so openly considerate of her, Gu Qingqing felt a surge of warmth in her heart and immediately nodded.
It's rare for the Canglan Mountains to host a banquet, and they've bought so many expensive ingredients that many prefects have arrived early. Of course, they're not just here to join in the fun; they also have to work as guests and waiters at the banquet.
The densely packed cultivators surrounded the back of the temple, forcing the people on the left and right sides of the mountain to stand up and maintain order. It was at this moment that Jiao Jue tossed Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang onto their backs and then left.
The slaughter began.
A cook wearing a dragon head hat took off the guillotine and stone basin from his back. He grabbed the head of a black dragon from the cage and dragged it out. With his other claw, he raised the guillotine and cut the black dragon's neck. Then he put the black dragon's blood into the stone basin. After the blood was drained, the cook grabbed the basin that had collected the blood with one claw and poured it into his mouth.
After drinking the blood, without even wiping his mouth, he grabbed the knife and slashed at the dragon's back, ripping out its tendons. Then, he lifted the dragon's body and swung it into the air, slicing its belly with the guillotine, revealing its internal organs. He pulled out the liver and kidneys and placed them in a basket that had been prepared beforehand. He handed the dead dragon to his men to wash it, and then put it back in the cage.
For every three dragons killed, a different cook would take over to wield the knife and drink the blood; for the twenty-four dragons, a total of eight cooks were used to kill them.
When she first saw the blood being drawn, Gu Qingqing couldn't help but scream; but after seeing it more often, an indescribable calm arose in her heart, making her truly realize that the current massacre was different from the past.
She was merely an observer, an accomplice in this divine feast, not meat to be slaughtered by the cooks.
Sitting on Shan Zuo's back, Gu Qingqing watched the one-sided massacre for a while, and then looked at her own freely moving claws, and a desire to kill her way back to her tribe arose in her heart.
She settled back on Shan Zuo's back, her five tails fluttering in the air. When Shan Zuo turned around and saw her, he praised, "My worthy nephew, you have guts."
Ji Zhuang remained relatively calm. Apart from being initially captivated by the sorrow emanating from the dying dragon and nearly falling off Shan You's back, he showed no other unusual behavior, which pleased Shan You greatly.
It's rare to see a bird that doesn't defecate in a crisis; this nephew is truly a bird genius.
Ji Rong sat in the side hall carrying Shan Shui, while Shan Wu squatted beside her. Suddenly, she asked Shan Shui, "Divine Lord, there are so many spiritual streams in the world, why don't we travel through the Nine Provinces?"
"I'll locate the spiritual vein and connect to it. You then absorb the spiritual energy, take a wave, and once it's cut off, we'll leave."
Shan Shui patted Ji Rong's head and smiled, "Spiritual veins are not easy to connect to; they require a great deal of mental effort. Even if you have the ability, you shouldn't waste it here. If one day you become an emperor and a saint, you might be able to give it a try."
But you're right, we don't need to rush. We can go explore other places.
Where do you want to go?
"Where do you want to go?" Ji Rong tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "Anywhere is fine."
"Alright, the banquet is about to begin. Let's make an appearance at the banquet and then head out."
Brother, carry me on your back.
Shanwu immediately straightened up and carefully took Shanshui from him; as soon as Shanshui sat on Shanwu's back, Shanshui's body slumped down like a clay Bodhisattva, shedding dust.
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The Banquet of the Two Gods of Canglan has begun.
After all the dishes were served, Yinpan came into the side hall to invite Shanshui. Shanwu then carried Shanshui away, while Jirong ran to a tree outside the hall and squatted there to wait until the banquet ended.
The monks who had come to the banquet left satisfied, with Jiaojue, Yinpan, and Shanshui standing at the palace gate to see them off.
At this moment, an unexpected event occurred. When the boy Bo Lai from Guangyang Palace was saying goodbye, he stretched out his paw and patted Shan Shui's right shoulder. Shan Shui's shoulder and hand melted together and disappeared into the wind.
Shan Shui's face turned pale, and he could no longer sit still, collapsing straight to the ground; his body crumbled like shattered porcelain, layer by layer; Shan Wu immediately transformed into a celestial being, slapped Bo Lai hard across the face, and then carried Shan Shui away.
When the mountains and rivers collapsed, the world suddenly went dark.
The star that belonged to the Mountain and Water God appeared in the sky like a dazzling firework, then quickly shattered into a large circle and dimmed.
Ji Rong also flew away with the setting sun.
When the mountain and water collapsed, Bo Lai knew he was in trouble; he knew he had been tricked.
That guy only told me to try being the Mountain and Water God, and then he would give me the chance to become a saint, but he didn't tell me that the Mountain and Water God was so fragile now that he couldn't even catch a single claw from me.
With such an incident, running away was out of the question. Just as Berle's thoughts were wandering, thinking about how to report the instigator to his superior, Ya Nu, in order to get a lighter punishment;
The Guangyang Palace attendant Juan Gui, who had brought Bo Lai with him, immediately took out two soft swords that gleamed with cold light from his claws and pinned Bo Lai, who had been in the realm of emperors for many years, to the ground.
Juan Gui is a true dragon, and a true dragon who has been a saint for many years, while Bo Lai is only a dragon at the Emperor level.
Bolei, pinned to the ground, tried to struggle, but found himself unable to move an inch under the power of the favored one.
Juan Gui used its two front paws to cleanly dissect him, and then used its hind paw to hand over a jade bottle, taking the illusory soul and elixir of Bo Lai into the bottle.
He pointed to Bo Lai's still-breathing body and said to the silver plate, "This fellow doesn't know his place and dares to be disrespectful to the God of Mountains and Rivers."
His physical body has been dealt with by the arrogant deity and his attendants. I must immediately return to Guangyang Palace to report this matter and request that Lord Xi send a celestial physician to treat the Mountain and Water Deity's injuries.
Then Juan Gui bowed to Jiao Jue and said, "Lord Jue, the carriage from the Dragon and Phoenix Palace will soon come to fetch you. Please do not travel far in the near future." Then he quickly rode away on a cloud.
After such an incident, Jiaojue and Yinpan had no heart to see their guests off. They perfunctorily saw them off and then began searching all over the mountains for Shanshui and Shanwu.
On the third day, the silver plate was no longer sought. He sat high on his throne with a cold face, handling daily affairs.
The elegant lady from Guangyang Palace arrived, personally leading a group of twelve riders carrying precious treasures to express her apology;
Accompanying him was Juangui, who, to atone for his negligence in guarding the silver platter, promptly knelt before it and tore off a piece of his own flesh.
The silver plate stepped down from the platform, glanced at Juan Gui, and then transformed into a dragon. It opened its mouth and tore off a large chunk of flesh from Juan Gui's right forepaw. Before Ya Nu could stop it, it swallowed the flesh whole and sat back down on its throne, saying, "Ya Nu, Lord Xi is so busy with his affairs, yet he still shows such consideration for us lowly gods. I am deeply grateful, and I believe the Mountain and Water God feels the same way."
He straightened his dragon body and asked his retinue, "Are you convinced?"
Juan Gui let the blood flow from his rotten palm, nodded his head and said, "Little Dragon failed in his duty, ruining your divine banquet and spoiling the enjoyment of all the gods. It is Little Dragon's fault."
Yinpan nodded and said, "It's good that you understand. I know this wasn't your idea, but if I didn't say anything, how would you have had a chance to find that scoundrel who wanted to harm you?"
Juan Gui lay prostrate on the ground, silent. Ya Nu quickly stepped forward to help him up, saying, "My Lord, now that this matter is settled, let's go back."
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