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"This magic artifact..."

Ao Xuan's complexion turned to one of horror, the power of this treasure was clearly beyond any Golden Core, opening his mouth he spat out a pair of dragon horns to block, while his figure explosively retreated hundreds of feet.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

When the Imperial Seal descended, the black dragon-tyrant let out a pitiful scream, bursting into nine blood blossoms in mid-air.

The Xuan Huang divine light spread out like ripples, any water demon that it touched, in an instant their flesh twisted and broke into pieces, with one strike, five hundred perished.

"Damn it! A Spiritual Treasure!"

Ao Xuan let out a long howl to the heavens, transforming into a hundred-feet black dragon, roaring angrily, "Four fellow daoists, let's attack together, this scoundrel is only at the Golden Core Early Stage, he can't activate it many times."

"Let's attack together."

Hong Yun the Zen Master and others used magic artifacts or revealed their true Demon King identities, forming a formation to besiege Wang Hong.

"Ganging up on the few?"

Wang Hong, protected by a golden bell magic artifact above his head, cupped his hands towards the surroundings and said, "I ask my fellow brothers and sisters for aid, lend me your strength to slay this chaos-causing rebel!"

"Little junior brother, don't be polite."

"These mere demon fiends, we can easily slaughter them with a wave of our hands!"

"This black dragon is not bad, I'm refining a Heaven-Shaking Drum and just need a prime piece of beast skin!"

Seven or eight voices rang out, and ten figures materialized, surrounding Ao Xuan and the others in the center.

Wang Hong then took out a black flag from his sleeve and gently shook it a few times, from which tens of thousands of black-armored cultivators flew out, each stepping on black clouds, with gusts of yin wind, all of them Foundation Establishment ghost cultivators.

"This is..."

Hong Yun the Zen Master, who had seen much of the world, recognized the seal characters on the flag and exclaimed in shock, "The ghost soldiers under the command of Eternal Peace City God!"

The City God Temple presides over the order of the underworld, responsible for capturing unwilling souls and fierce ghosts to prevent them from causing chaos among the common people. Directly killing them was too wasteful, so most had their memories erased and were refined into ghost soldiers, subordinate to the City God Temple officials and yin messengers.

The ghost soldiers under Eternal Peace City God were a famously powerful army of egregious ghosts in Daheng.

Just relying on the City God Temple's resources alone, it was difficult to maintain control; it was only because they received Spiritual Objects allocated by Danxia Zi that they were able to refine them.

It was for this reason that Wang Hong was able to borrow the ghost soldiers' banner!

"Eternal Peace City God? The Patch Heaven Cult!"

Upon this thought, Ao Xuan's tail thrashed, and he turned his head to flee into the distance. Your journey continues on empire

Gu Xiao was not like Zhou Yi; he controlled the power of a prefecture and was a Patch Heaven Cult disciple renowned for hundreds of years.

Immensely powerful, with a profound background.

Let alone Jishui Dragon Lord, even the higher-ranked Shang Min Water Ruler didn't want to provoke him, so Ao Xuan didn't even dare to return to the Dragon Palace and instead outright abandoned his position as Lord of Yuntong River, fleeing in a panic.

"Where do you think you're going, my drum skin?"

The speaking Taoist had a kindly face but was extremely ruthless in action, casually throwing out a net-like magic artifact to block the path, while several invisible flying swords sneak attacked him.

Ao Xuan crashed headfirst into the net, intending to use his black dragon body to tear through it, only to find that another Golden Core cultivator had acted, pressing down with a pagoda magic artifact to suppress him.

Hong Yun the Zen Master and the others were not having an easy time either, each faced with two opponents.

Forget escaping, even survival was difficult!

...

Thousands of miles away.

Thunder boomed in the sky incessantly, suddenly divine lights shot in every direction, and the wind and rain became so dense that it was like dusk, occasionally mixed with shouts and curses.

A divine light fell to the ground, and with a rumble shattered tens of miles of mountain range.

After a long while.

The rumbling noise paused, and two figures stood aloft in the sky.

The black-robed elder said with a fist and palm salute, "Please, Dragon Lord, return to Ji River."

The half-dragon, half-human figure was none other than the Jishui Dragon Lord, Ao Lie, who spoke in a deep tone, "This king only wants to take Xuan'er away, I don't care about the rest, is even that not allowed?"

The elder's expression remained unchanged, "Please, Dragon Lord, return to Ji River!"

Ao Lie's eyes reddened, "What a tyrannical Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch! You dare to bully my dragon race!"

"Please, Dragon Lord, return to Ji River!"

The elder's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips glinting with divine light, ready to unleash his Magic Divine Abilities at any moment.

"Very well! I will remember the vengeance for the loss of my son," Ao Lie said, his temper inflamed and roiling with anger, yet fully aware he was no match for the elder. He looked towards the capital.

"Yuan Ding, you child, for leading wolves into the house, I will watch as you change the name of Daheng. When that time comes, I will flood the three prefectures of Ji River to appease the spirit of my son in heaven!"

With that, he turned into a light and departed.

...

The next day.

The position of the Lord of Yuntong River changed hands.

Ao Xuan died on the spot, his dragon hide crafted into a magic artifact, suspended in the River Lord's residence to intimidate all directions.

The many Wild Gods of Qingyun Mountain heard the news and were shocked three times a day, each guarding strictly and intensifying the training of their demon soldiers.

...

Half a month later.

Qingyun Mountain Temple.

Zhou Yi was sitting in meditation practicing Qi Refinement when the golden armored general came to report.

"The Mountain God of Yishan seeks an audience!"

"Bring him up."

Zhou Yi's eyes glittered with divine light, and without deep thought, he knew the purpose of this Mountain God.

The battle at Yuntong River had exposed too much information. Now, who doesn't know that the background of the Green Cloud Mountain God is the Patching Heaven Sect? In front of such a major power, mere Wild Gods can't even compare to ants.

If they cannot be stopped, then try to join!

Even if the losses were huge, as long as one could join under the banner of the Patching Heaven Sect, the future benefits would be endless.

A moment later.

The Mountain God of Yishan arrived at the Eternal Peace Hall, appearing as a middle-aged Taoist with mana aura at the late stage of the Golden Core—a top-notch figure among the Wild Gods of Qingyun Mountain.

Thump!

The middle-aged Taoist directly knelt, thudded his head on the floor three times, and then spoke.

"Junior Jing Xu, pays respect to the Supreme God!"

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow and said, "You have investigated quite thoroughly. Then you must know what I like?"

Jing Xu's face immediately showed pleasure, took out a storage bag from his sleeve, and with both hands presented it, saying, "This is the accumulation of my several hundred years. Please accept it, Supreme God. Additionally, I have chosen three hundred beauties from among my subjects, to be sent to you shortly."

"Heh, it seems my reputation for flattering and being greedy for money and lust has spread far and wide."

Zhou Yi waved his hand and pulled over the storage bag, his Divine Sense scanning thousands of Wish Power Beads inside, with Spirit Stones and Spiritual Objects piled up like mountains.

Yishan spanned three thousand miles, with a vein of gold essence within, essential for crafting magic artifacts and treasures. Jing Xu, having controlled the vein for hundreds of years, had accumulated such wealth.

"The Supreme God is truly sincere. I admire you greatly and shall act in the same manner in the future!"

Jing Xu kept on with the flattery, forcefully interpreting Zhou Yi's behavior as the leisure of a True Immortal.

Zhou Yi put the storage bag into his sleeve; the Nascent Soul Stage required immense resources for cultivation, so the more Spirit Stones and Spiritual Objects, the better. However, his tone changed as he said,

"I am the Green Cloud Mountain God, and the mountain's veins are under my jurisdiction! You've been usurping the Mountain God's position for hundreds of years and repeatedly violating the Imperial Court's laws. I have the right to obliterate your soul."

"After you're dead, these Spiritual Objects will still belong to me!"

"Spare my life, Supreme God..."

Jing Xu was so frightened that he knocked his head on the floor like pounding garlic, cursing the old villain in his heart as shameless, even worse than the rumors outside. Fortunately, he had made other preparations beforehand.

"Supreme God, you've only recently joined the Patching Heaven Sect, with no foundation within the sect. If your subordinate positions are all occupied by your fellow sect members, it's like inviting wolves into your house. Who will obey your orders in the future?"

"Hmm, so what should be done?"

Zhou Yi was genuinely interested. Jing Xu had a lively mind but had misjudged the situation.

Zhou Yi didn't care about so-called Qingyun Mountain power. As long as contributions of Wish Power Beads and Spiritual Objects were sufficient, he'd rather hide in the Qingyun Mountain Temple for secluded cultivation than contend with others for power and profit.

Jing Xu said, "I am willing to be the vanguard for the Supreme God, confronting other Mountain Gods and River Lords. The Supreme God just needs to mediate and balance from the middle to hold great power."

"Well said."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity..."

Jing Xu asked in confusion, "Why does the Supreme God sigh?"

In his view, Zhou Yi had no reason to refuse. No one could bear to see great power fall to the side. Qingyun Mountain spanned three prefectures, with countless veins within the mountains; power directly represented cultivation resources!

"It's a pity you've done nothing but evil in your everyday affairs, constantly applying evil methods to reap the incense and wish power from the people."

Zhou Yi said with an air of righteousness, "As a disciple of the Patching Heaven Sect, I follow the teachings of my sect to ease the disasters of the common people. As a Sixth-rank official deity of Daheng, I must be loyal to the Imperial Court and eliminate Evil Gods for His Majesty!"

"???"

Jing Xu was bewildered, unable to comprehend that such an upright side existed in the bootlicker.

Little did he know, these words were also flattery!

"Evil Gods must be punished!"

Zhou Yi spouted thousands of sword lights from his mouth, circling Jing Xu and leaving only a half-remnant soul in place, which he sealed with a spell and took into his sleeve.

"Why would I, due to some Spiritual Objects, risk falling out with the big backers?"

"Just yesterday, my master Danxia Zi sent people to convey a message that the Imperial Court is very satisfied with my progress in clearing out the Wild Gods. It won't be long before another batch of supplies for suppressing bandits will be sent!"

Having lived for thousands of years, Zhou Yi saw Daheng's future much clearer than Jing Xu.

If he were to reserve the promised divine positions now, it would inevitably create a gap with his fellow sect members. Once the mountains and rivers were pacified, if the Imperial Court found excuses to punish Zhou Yi, who would speak for him in court?

"His Majesty is no fool; he must see clearly that handing over the Qingyun Mountain Wild Gods to the Patching Heaven Sect has already created a huge hidden danger!"

"Wild Gods claiming mountains as kings are ultimately disorderly bandits, but the Patching Heaven Sect is a systematic warlord..."