"But now that I have the Seven-Kill Tablet in hand, I can actually go back to the past and kill you when you're still weak!"
The void-shaking words of the Witch of the Black Mountain were also heard by the Taoist Master, the Foolish Monk, and the Female Monarch. Whether they were attacking, defending, or trying to resist being rotten, they could not help distracting their attention to the Seven-Kill Tablet. Immediately, they found out that the tablet was shining bright light, and turning the time nearby into a disordered state. The light had wrapped around the Witch of the Black Mountain and made her disappear, as if she was going against the current of an illusory time-river.
"The Seven-Kill Tablet can bring people back to the past?" Despite being knowledgeable, the Taoist Master, the Foolish Monk and the Female Monarch were still shocked of the time-reversal ability as it had totally gone beyond their perception and imagination. Such power only existed in Taoist and Buddhist Scriptures for missionary purposes. They had never heard of anyone who could really reach this level!
If such power was real, that was simply irresistible!
Except for those who were born strong, who did not grow up from a weak and fragile state? At the weakest point, one could even be defeated by a single finger from an adult, and lost their lives in the slightest danger or trouble. Being attacked by a Great Guru like the Witch of the Black Mountain, how could one possibly survive? Undoubtedly, he would die!
This was totally unsolvable!
Sinking in thoughts, they felt utterly shocked and frightened. Given that the time-reversal power of the Seven-Kill Tablet was true, how were they going to defend themselves against it if they were being targeted?
It seemed that they could only wait for death!
Unless... unless they had also owned a Seven-Kill Tablet.
Its ability had already surpassed their previously-imagined-power of gods and demons!
At the same time, they all looked at Meng Qi and thought to themselves,
"Is the Supreme Elder of the Sect of Ether going to disappear from nowhere?"
If he does disappear, it proves that the Seven-Kill Tablet can really bring people back to the past!
Meng Qi stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed to be prepared for it.
In the middle of the sky, a streak of light suddenly emerged. As it expanded and filled the surrounding, the sound of laughter of the Witch of the Black Mountain could be heard.
"I've returned to the past and killed you when you were weak. Liang Wuji, no matter how powerful and mysterious is your realm of 'The Ether is Dead, The Yellow Sky is Rising', what's the use?"
As the light faded, the Witch of the Black Mountain appeared. Holding the Seven-Kill Tablet, her voice stopped abruptly - Meng Qi was standing in front of her with his green robe slowly flapping in the wind. She stared at Meng Qi in bewilderment and blurted out,
"You… you're still here?"
How could Liang Wuji still exist at present when he was already smacked to death in his youth?
That's impossible!
He firmly believed in the ability of the Seven-Kill Tablet. Making a change in the past would consume all its accumulated power because it would change the memories of the related people, and modify part of the history in this world… He was very sure of all these things. But why was Liang Wuji still alive?
Uh… who is Liang Wuji? The Taoist Master and the Female Monarch had even stopped fighting. Both of them looked at this side with a confused look in their eyes.
Is the Witch of the Black Mountain performing a crosstalk comedy show under a footbridge? It's obvious that the person standing in front of him is the Supreme Elder of the Sect of Ether, Ji Wuliang, why on earth did he kill Liang Wuji?
At the moment, the Witch of the Black Mountain was agitated and unable to maintain a stable state of mind. Meng Qi smiled calmly and said in a relaxed tone,
"Thank you for your help. You've help me to cut off the connection with the past and break free from the influence of ether. From today onward, the yellow sky has fully arisen, a universe is evolved, and a whole new world is established. I can finally get rid of the shackles of the Divine Conjuration of Ether and make another breakthrough."
The Witch of the Black Mountain listened with a puzzled look. Painstakingly, she had used up all the accumulated power of the Seven-Kill Tablet to go back to the past and kill Liang Wuji in his youth. However, it turned out that it was not only pointless, but also helped him to break through from the realm of The Rising Yellow Sky to the ultimate realm of The Fully Arisen Yellow Sky.
The Foolish Monk, the Taoist Master, and the others were stunned by the words of Meng Qi that were abstruse and full of wit. After thinking deeply about the mysterious realm, they felt that it seemed to have contained the abstruse principle of Da Dao.
Just then, Meng Qi looked at the Witch of the Black Mountain with a fixed gaze and said with a smile.
"By the way, you seem to have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Liang Wuji. I'm the Supreme Elder of the Sect of the Ether, Ji Wuliang."
Mistaking him for someone else… Ji Wuliang… the Witch of the Black Mountain opened his eyes wide, and was in a complicated mood. He was feeling angry, depressed, frustrated, and unbelievable at the same time. With an extremely unstable Qi Xie, he almost felt like spitting out blood.
Even though the Witch of the Black Mountain was a shrewd and formidable man with a strong state of mind and Cultivation Base, he was inevitably feeling lost at the moment. He felt as though he was in a dream!
Suddenly, a thought struck the Witch of the Black Mountain, Ji Wuliang… isn't it the other way round of saying Liang Wuji? Is he playing a trick on me? He shifted his gaze to Meng Qi and saw him standing relaxingly with a faint smile on his face. Immediately, the Witch of the Black Mountain seemed to have understood something, and he flew into a rage out of embarrassment.
Just then, Meng Qi put on a serious look. He activated the Yuan Xin Seal and yelled thunderously,
"My fellow friend, get ready to be captured!"
The Witch of the Black Mountain was a Great Guru who had a strong state of mind. Despite using all means and strategies, it would still be extremely difficult for Meng Qi to defeat him. However, at present, the Witch of the Black Mountain was shocked by the ineffectiveness of the Seven-Kill Tablet and enraged at being tricked, so his mind was no longer calm. Taking advantage of his unstable state of mind and spirit, it was a great chance for Meng Qi to attack!
In a battle between two equally powerful people, their states of mind and spirits were of utmost importance. Once there was a weak point in either aspect, one would often lose the battle quickly. As Meng Qi owned the Yuan Xin Seal, the The Best in the World, and the Ananda Oath-breaking Bladesmanship, he was very skilled in detecting a weak point in the opponent's state of mind!
"My fellow friend, get ready to be captured!"
Every word of Meng Qi was followed by a roar of thunder. The sounds of thunder were shaking the void.
Thump, thump, thump. The Witch of the Black Mountain could feel that the "heartbeat" of his body and the Primordial Spirit was racing, his brain was congested, and his eyes were bloated. At the same time, all kinds of emotions were stirred up to the extreme, and they got entangled with each other in his state of mind. He found it difficult to even think, as if he had lost his soul.
The chance had came! As Meng Qi held the Heaven's Pain in his hand, the sky on top of the blood ocean suddenly darkened. All kinds of matters, energy, and the boundless ocean of blood were collapsing in the direction of Meng Qi and the Witch of the Black Mountain. The energy in the surrounding solidified and formed a bond. It seemed that even time and space were limited to a certain extent.
The Principles of Nature and the Law collapsed all at once. Except for chaos, nothing else is left… thought the Taoist Master as he blocked an attack from the Female Monarch.
Is this what The Ether is Dead looks like?
As soon as the Taoist Master was struck by the thought, he saw an indistinct figure of a Taoist priest sitting behind Meng Qi. A blade beam suddenly lit up and broke the bound. The energy sprayed frantically and spread to the Witch of the Black Mountain. Time and space seemed to be born, and all kinds of matters had emerged from it.
A Big Bang that created the world!
In blinding light, the blade beam and energy swallowed up the Witch of the Black Mountain and half of the blood ocean. While the Female Monarch, the Foolish Monk, and the Taoist Master resisted the energy wave with all their might, a thought came to their minds,
"A massive demolition has given birth to new life and vitality. Following the emergence of the Primitive Force, all manifestations of nature have been renewed - the Yellow Sky has fully arisen!"
Boom!
The ocean of blood was split into many parts and flooded the outside world. The land was sunken, the mountain had collapsed, and the ghost village was completely flooded. Hundreds of miles around the village were turned into ruins.
Feeling down and lost, the Witch of the Black Mountain was too late to respond to the attack of blade beam. He had no choice but to take the attack with his body.
Boom!
The dazzling light cracked the shield of blood on his body, the flame swallowed up his secret treasure, and the energy storm tore him apart.
When everything gradually subsided, the body figure of the Witch of the Black Mountain became blurry and shaky, and he was only left with an incomplete Primordial Spirit.
He looked up with difficulty and saw Meng Qi in a green robe. Feeling unreconciled, he asked haltingly,
"Who are you, exactly?"
"Wu Jiliang…" answered Meng Qi lightly. Then, he raised his hand and slashed the blade downward.
Wu Jiliang? Ah! The Witch of the Black Mountain made a voice of grief and indignation before his Primordial Spirit collapsed.
Meng Qi produced a clone and ordered it to seize the Seven-Kill Tablet!
In the world where Nangong Chong was located, many warships had surrounded the dilapidated An Nan Prison. The prisoners - initially planning to escape under the chaotic situation - were frightened, so they quickly crouched in the corner with their hands on the head.
Suddenly, rays of light were bursting out of the cell number eight. In the fragment, the huge corpse sat up rapidly!
His eyes were widely open as the bloody light burst out.
All around the prison, the vitality had ceased. The warships filled with antimatter guns fell silently. The surface of the warships turned dim, as if they had lost power source.
A tiny ray of light flew out and drilled into the glabella of the huge corpse. Instantly, he stood up. His body figure became indistinct as he disappeared into the void.
The surroundings were in dead silence as all the living beings had been wiped out.
…
Just when the clone of Meng Qi grabbed the Seven-Kill Tablet, flashes of lights emerged before Meng Qi's eyes. With all his might, he defended against the light and stayed in place.
What's happening? Feeling curious, Meng Qi waited patiently.
The light soon subsided, but the scene in front of Meng Qi had already been changed. The surrounding was chaotic, and the Taoist Master, the Female Monarch, and the Foolish Monk could not be seen anymore. In front of him was a young man in a black robe, with a rather good-looking face. With deep tiredness in his eyes, it seemed that he was feeling tired of the human world. Nevertheless, he was a person full of unspeakable charm.
Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat and he blurted out, "You're the real Witch of the Black Mountain!"
The black-robed young man said with a faint smile, "It's a good way to extend lifespan by putting the Dharmakaya-body in sleep, and separating off a soul to go through reincarnation while waiting for the arrival of Great Trial. However, he was being over-confident in his plan to see the past life and cut off the connection with the past."
"I'm aware of all his intentions and plans. In my eyes, he had no secret at all. He is doomed to die, don't you think so?"
Meng Qi squinted his eyes slightly and thought, Is he talking about the dead Witch of the Black Mountain, or me?


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!


Cara noticed that the witch who was carrying her was breathing rapidly. 
"Get someone else to carry me," said Cara loudly, "Leaf, you carry me instead." 
Walking in the cold of the Impassable Mountain Range was very exhausting, especially in the snowy winter. Every day, the 42 witches had to find a suitable camp after walking a short distance and re-energize their medallions to withstand the sudden drop in temperature at night. 
"Yes, Respected Mentor." A witch squatted down in front of Cara. Cara summoned the demonic snake and made it wrap around the witch's arms and pull herself up. Cara observed that the witch could not help trembling slightly. 
"Damn Nightingale!" Cara thought bitterly. If Nightingale had not repeatedly refused her kindness, she would not have been cruel to her sister. At this crucial time in their search for Holy Mountain, Cara could not afford to take any risks. 
And what was the result? After the damn traitor escaped, she was ready to stab her to death without hesitation. This was the result of her kindness! Cara's thoughts were filled with anger. Nightingale had damaged her spine. Although Leaf quickly healed her wounds with herbs, Cara's lower body was already paralyzed, and her feet had completely lost consciousness. 
"Wait until I reach the Holy Mountain. I will call up more witches and cut you into pieces one day!" Cara thought. 
"Respected Mentor, there are demonic beasts ahead of us." 
Scarlett, who was in charge of investigating, reported. She could see through obstacles, shelters, and all traps. Nothing could be hidden from her. At the same time, she even had the ability to see fast moving objects clearly. She had been able to knock off the Judgement Army's bolts once, during a confrontation with the church. 
"Put me down. Leaf, you go to help them." 
The witch nodded as she squatted and placed her on a stone. Her hands supported her body as she fell into the snow. She felt the cold come through her palm. Cara thought unpleasantly, "Couldn't you at least wipe the snow away before letting me down?"  
But she did not say it. Leaf was an irreplaceable member of the association. If it was because of Wendy and her good temperament that the witches had gathered and established the Witch Cooperation Association, then it was because of Leaf that everyone had the courage to follow her. Without her ability, most witches would have died along the way, hunted by the church. 
Thinking of Wendy, Cara could not help feeling hurt. She had never expected that Wendy, who had established the Witch Cooperation Association with her, could betray her for Nightingale. 
Even when Wendy blew her away, she had not wanted to kill Wendy. The venom secreted by the Snake of Magic "Suffering" would be painful and take effect slowly, but not lead to death immediately. The toxin could only be removed quickly if "Nothingness" bit her. She just wanted to give Wendy a lesson. If left alone, the toxin would invade her head and could not be cured. It was the wrong decision for Nightingale to take her away. Without the antidote to "Nothingness", Wendy would not survive for more than a day. 
Could it be that she, as a church nun, had no chance to go to the end with her sisters? 
As for the other betrayer, Lightning, Cara did not care too much. She had joined the Witch Cooperation Association recently, and her ability seemed to be flying. She always put forward different views in the search for Holy Mountain and even openly questioned the Holy Book. If it had not been for the ideals of the Witch Cooperation Association, she would have killed the talkative little girl and tossed her aside in the snow. 
Two wolf-shaped demonic beasts emerged from behind the hillside. The sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association were skilled at dealing with them. The sisters who were not able to fight moved backward. Leaf drove her magic first, causing weeds to grow rapidly. The green leaves suddenly broke through the snow and entangled the demonic beasts' feet. Another witch, Windseeker, dried up the air around the demonic beasts. The two monsters suffocated quickly. Foaming at the mouth, they fell to the ground in convulsions. 
"This was the power of the witches," Cara thought. Common people who relied on swords alone would easily lose their lives in the face of two demonic wolves. Only the witches with magical powers were the darling of the deities. If there was no God's Stone of Retaliation... bah, it should be called the hell stone, how dare the church ride on their heads? She spat on the ground. 
"Respected Mentor, please come up." Leaf came back to Cara and bent down. 
"Get someone else." Cara sighed. "You're tired." 
They continued on the road. By noon, the snow was falling less. Stone, who was responsible for the camp layout, found a leeward place. They decided to take a break here and eat something to renew their strength. 
Stone quickly transformed the land. The snow transformed into fresh soil. The ground seemed to come alive, weaved and wriggled, and soon became smooth and dry. All the witches performed their duties and soon set up the pot to make porridge. The snow was boiled in a cup, mixed with some herbs strengthened by Leaf, and immediately sent out strong fragrance. 
"Give your badges to Shino," cried the little girl with extraordinary red hair like a leaping fire. Her ability was also related to fire. She could inject temperature into an object and make it glow for a long time. The badges of the Witch Cooperation Association, the Coin of Holy Mountain, were made by her alone. 
The ability seemed insignificant, but it was helpful to the Witch Cooperation Association, especially in the march through the Impassable Mountain Range. If there was nothing to hold heat, it would be easy to lose temperature and fall into a coma in the cold wind and heavy snow. 
After eating the oatmeal, the witches packed up and continued on their way. According to Cara's conjecture, the so-called Gates of Hell, was actually the key to Holy Mountain. The church deliberately called it the land of evil, hoping to prevent witches from reaching Holy Mountain. According to the records in ancient books, they needed to go through three Stone Gates, and the last one was in the Barbarian Region. The Stone Gates were usually hidden under the ground, and would only rise to the surface when the Bloody Moon appeared in the sky. 
They had set out from the camp and been walking in the Impassable Mountain Range for about half a month. Soon they would leave the range and enter Wild Places. Recently, the demonic beasts had been appearing more frequently. 
"Quick! Quick! Look! What's that!?" Suddenly someone shouted in horror. 
Cara raised her head and was dumbfounded. 
There was a city in the sky! 
It was still snowing in the dusky sky, and the clouds were low. The silhouette of a city loomed through the clouds. 
She had never seen buildings like this before. They looked like spires standing side by side. If the black dots above were the windows, then these spires were about 333 meters high! This was definitely not something human beings could create! Even the church's proudest cathedral, the Hermes Cathedral, was only 50 meters high! 
Since it was not built by humans, then there was only one answer: the city was built by the deities! 
Cara was so excited, a voice pounding in her heart relentlessly... 
She had found Holy Mountain! 


Chen Yan travels through time, only to end up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land.  
Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil.

Ye Chen used the Soul Searching Tactic on the old monk.
He found out that it was all a trap. The Ghost Witch Cult coveted Su Yuhan but did not dare to do anything due to his overbearing ability.
Therefore, they sent a Ghost Witch Cult's guardian to approach Su Yuhan secretly. He disguised himself as a sage and convinced Su Yuhan to believe in karma.
The Ghost Witch Cult had lured Su Yuhan to Puhang Temple while Ye Chen was stuck in Japan. They captured her. Moreover, they had deployed twelve elders who were masters for the mission.
As for this Puhang Temple, it was merely a branch of the Ghost Witch Cult. It was used to trick people, as well as a disguise.
"Well done, Ghost Witch Cult. If anything happened to my woman at all, don't blame me for destroying your Ghost Witch Cult. I'll flatten the entire Yaoshan and leave no one alive!"
Killing intent exploded in Ye Chen's eyes after he flicked a fireball to burn the old monk's corpse!
He subsequently stepped out.
Yinshi hurriedly rushed forward and said, "Master, I didn't find anything!"
"It's alright, I know where Yuhan is!"
Ye Chen glanced at the dozens of monks in the temple coldly and said calmly, "Kill them. Kill everyone who has black energy on their glabella! Destroy this filthy place!"
With that, he left.
Ye Wen gritted her teeth and followed him hurriedly.
Yinshi smirked viciously. With a wave of his sleeve, all the guests who were praying fainted. He charged towards the monks around, and soon, miserable cries rang out.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the entire temple was engulfed in flames.
…
Yaoshan was somewhat similar to Miaojiang. It was a high and cold area with deep mountains and forests as far as the eye could see. The forest was filled with poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. Even the most experienced hunters at the foot of the mountain did not dare to venture too deep.
Other than poisonous bugs and ferocious beasts, the weather in the mountains was extremely strange. The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and the sky was covered in fog in the afternoon.
It was even said that there were demons and ghosts. There was once a hunter who mustered his courage to venture deep into Yaoshan. When he came out, he had already gone insane. He kept saying that there were ghosts and demons.
The headquarters of the Ghost Witch Cult was located in the center of Yaoshan.
An hour later, Ye Chen and the other two arrived at the innermost area of Yaoshan. The three of them stood by a cliff.
Yinshi looked down at the village and asked, "Master, is this the Ghost Witch Cult's headquarters?"
"That's right!"
Ye Chen nodded lightly and looked over.
Rather than calling it the headquarters of a cult, it was more like a village that was located close to a mountain. In a sunken valley, a densely packed village stood. A long stone wall was built around the village to prevent wild beasts from descending the mountain.
If one took a closer look, they would realize that there was a small mountain standing in the middle of these strongholds. The small mountain looked like a natural stone castle, and it was covered with winding paths. From time to time, black smoke would come out from the stone castle, stirring up the wind and clouds in the sky.
"Yinshi, kill! I want blood to dye the sky above Yaoshan red!"
Killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes as he looked down at the village.
"Yes, sir!"
After Yinshi received his order, he stomped his foot and charged towards the village at the foot of the mountain like an arrow released from its bow.
He had been suppressing his rage for a long time!
Now that Ye Chen had spoken, how could he hold back?
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Who dares to barge into the Ghost Witch Cult?!"
"…"
When the guards at the foot of the mountain discovered him, they hurriedly cried out in alarm. In just a few breaths of time, tens of arrows shot at Yinshi in the air.
Ye Wen took a step back instinctively out of fear.
"Mountain Shaking Tactic!"
Yinshi, who was still in the air, did not panic. With a loud shout, he formed a hand seal with both hands, and two rays of earthen yellow light blossomed in his palms.
Boom!
The rocky slope around the entire village shook violently, causing countless boulders to roll down from the mountain towards the village as if the earth was shaking.
Miserable screams filled the air as countless people were crushed to death by the boulders.
Ye Wen was shocked. She pointed at Yinshi, who had landed in the village like a grim reaper, and stammered, "Brother, h-he…"
Initially, she had thought that Yinshi was just an ordinary old man. She had never thought that this ordinary old man would be able to unleash such terrifying power.
Ye Chen nodded secretly, 'Yinshi managed to comprehend the Mountain Shaking Tactic from my Imperial Earth Tactic. He managed to do that purely on comprehension. No wonder he's the most powerful person in Thailand!'
At the same time, twelve figures with powerful aura currently sat within a limestone temple in the stone castle. All of these old men wore black robes, and they were all over the age of 60. Their faces were malicious, and their aura was majestic.
The twelve people whispered to each other from time to time, as if they were talking about something.
At that moment, one of the old men's expressions changed, and he hurriedly said, "Everyone, I just sensed that Bu Nu's soul tablet has been shattered!"
The others were shocked by what he said.
A soul tablet was closely related to a person's life.
Once the soul tablet was destroyed, it would mean that the person was dead!
A blind old man sitting below said in shock, "Isn't Bu Nu in Puhang Temple? His strength is on par with us, how can anyone kill him?"
"Could it be Mad Southern Ye?!"
The other old man seemed to recall something and said hurriedly, "We caught his woman, he must have rushed back from Japan!"
Following his words, the hall fell into dead silence!
The blind old man from before said in a deep voice, "Everyone, calm down. So what if he's Mad Southern Ye? Let's not talk about whether he knows where the temple is. Even if he knows and comes after us, why should we fear him?"
"First Elder is right!"
An old man nodded repeatedly and sneered, "The secultct master and Guardian Heibai have already brought Mad Southern Ye's woman to the ancestral court to offer sacrifice to Master Sorcerer God. Once the sacrifice is done, even Shang Santian will be wary of us, let alone a mere Mad Southern Ye!"
"If Mad Southern Ye dares to come, this will be his burial ground!"
"…"
Just as the few of them were making confident comments, they suddenly felt the entire temple shake violently. Their expressions changed by instinct, "What's happening?"
At the next moment, countless screams came from outside.
A disciple of the Ghost Witch Cult stumbled into the temple, covered in blood. He fell to the ground and said, "Elders, b-bad news. Someone is coming!"
"What?"
The twelve elders of the Ghost Witch Cult were shocked. Someone's expression changed drastically, "Could it be Mad Southern Ye? Is he really here?!"
"It must be that brat!"
First Elder scoffed and looked at everyone with a stern expression, "Everyone, Mad Southern Ye dares to attack the Ghost Witch Cult. He's treating the cult like nothing. We'll kill him together today!"
"That's right!"
The other person grinned sinisterly, "As long as we kill Mad Southern Ye, Master Sorcerer God will reward us handsomely later!"


An ordinary man, Ye Chen traveled to the cultivation world by accident and became a phenomenal immortal of that era. After 3,000 years in the cultivation world, he was betrayed and traveled back to earth through a spatial tear. 
Five years had passed in the mortal world, but when he came back with his abilities, he found out he now has a daughter!

At the foot of Mount Zhong, a village gathered. Everyone there bore the surname Chen, no one exempted. The Chen Village stayed at the foot of the mountain for so long, that nobody even the eldest among them could remember. That person who lived over a thousand years old, was the Honourable Witch.
It can be inferred upon that innumerable joys and sorrows had been experienced by a person who had lived for over a thousand, witnessing dynasties after dynasties being replaced. But for this small village, a thousand years was no different from one year. Not a lot of people left the village, neither were there people coming in, because the Ruoshui River that separated Mount Zhong from the outside world was difficult to cross. Only the Mountain God who resided in the temple atop the mountain could bring them out.
Chen was also the surname of the Mountain God. Whether or not he was a member of the village was beyond anyone's guess. But it was because of him that the villagers could live in Mount Zhong, as the mountain was so vast that it needed two years to walk from one end to another. That part of the mountain was very much the Ruoshui River, where neither goose feathers nor bamboo could float.
Other than the Mountain God, only the divine servant could fly over those waters and see the outside world.
The divine servant was selected from the Chen Village. It was possible to gain an incomparable amount of power during a short time as long as one became the divine servant of the Mountain God. However, the power was not given by the Mountain God, but as all of the villagers were descendants of the God, the Mountain Gods had mastery over the key which could unlock the powers from their bodies.
In fact, should they be able to go out, they would realize how different they were, for even the ordinary members of Chen Village could run for a month with no sleep or rest towards the direction where the rays of the sun touched the mountain. They could even fight most beasts bare-handed. The only thing was that the light from Mount Zhong was not enough, and at every interval, there will be mass reproduction of animals, and if not for the shelter of the Mountain God, the village will be razed to the ground.
The Mountain God undoubtedly had always protected Chen Village, yet did not descend from the mountain even during the selection of the divine servant. Instead, the Honourable Witch was to choose and send the candidate to the temple. The Honourable Witch could communicate with the Mountain God, and could also heal sick villagers, but what the villagers were most in awe of was a transparent crystal ball which the Honourable Witch kept in her room. With it, one could see the outside world.
The youth in the village yearn for the outside world. Their yearning was so strong it went over and beyond their desire to become a divine servant who had the powerful strength and vast knowledge.
Mount Zhong was huge, but it was also small; land there was vast, the boring life there made it small.
A young heart could not tolerate boredom. They wish to breathe as if their breath was the breath of heaven and earth. They dread to experience stimulating experiences both imaginable and unimaginable.
Of all the youth who had peeped inside the Honourable Witch's room, one of them was especially calm, even though he followed his friends up to the Honourable Witch's room, he quietly sat under a tall tree and squatted looking down at the ants on the floor. He was deeply interested to watch the ants move their nest. When the wooden door slowly creaked open, the peeping youth scattered like frightened birds and beasts. He was the only one to stand up, with respect he greeted the Honourable Witch and smiled humbly.
"Chen Jinchan, why are you looking at the ants moving their nest?" Came the voice of the Honourable Witch, clear as the still water on an autumn day. From the clear distance, she looked like one of the teen girls from the village, rivaling their beauty even, save for those pair of eyes that were always endlessly cold, the village's youth could easily have bad dreams after having seen them.
Even the grown-ups of the village dared not meet her gaze.
Chen Jinchan was the only exception, as he could not be considered as one from the Chen Village. He came to Mount Zhong as a baby, floating on the Ruoshui River. The waters brought him here. Originally, nothing could stay afloat on the river, but the wooden bucket that contained him could do that. He was quiet in the bucket neither did he cried nor made noise, the only belongings he had was a golden cicada carved out of yellow jade.
The Chen Village had not seen many outsiders, and Chen Jinchan's appearance caused quite a bit of a stir. Contrary to being rebuked, he received much love from the villagers. But as he grew older, the villagers realized he was a weak and sickly boy, with little strength and incapable of hunting.
In actual fact, he could not have been considered weak, but in comparison to the other villagers, his strength was clearly much lesser.
Everyone was afraid that he would encounter some sort of danger since the teenagers would always bring him along to their group activities. Fifteen years passed by in a flash, and Chen Jinchan seemed to have gotten used to these kind of days.
The youths that have scattered were not that far away, and from the distance, they watched Chen Jinchan, worried that the Honourable Witch might reprimand him.
Because he was quiet by nature, Chan Jinchan had a quality unlike them, so he gained quite a bit of popularity.
Having heard the Honourable Witch's question, he softly replied, "Dear Honourable Witch, I've observed the ants moving their nest countless times, and I noticed that every single time they move from the low ground to higher up, the rain come not long after. I think this is a very curious phenomenon, that is why I was thinking about it."
The Honourable Witch then said, "Even the most humble of creatures have perception. Small as these ants may be, the perception they have is particularly heightened. That is why they can predict the dangers that come from the natural world and make preparations to flee and save their lives. You, being able to notice this phenomenon, is no small feat. If you wish to deepen your knowledge, I can be your teacher. Are you willing to learn?"
Chen Jinchan was a bit surprised, as his status was that of an outsider. Furthermore, the Honourable Witch did not accept disciples. He absolutely never would have thought that the opportunity would knock on his door. Even though he never desired for anything, he could not be happier, and immediately nodded with assent.
Faintly came the answer, "According to etiquette, the apprentice must present something for the master. Go to the Ruoshui River and bring back one fish."
Chen Jinchan had no reason to disagree, he waved goodbye and left. The other kids quickly surrounded him and he then told them the details, earning the admiration of everyone. However they were worried that something might happen to him at the Ruoshui River, and so they bravely volunteered to help him.
He declined, as he knew that the Honourable Witch would not be very happy if she found out that others had helped him.
After he borrowed a set of fishing gear and a straw rain cape, he quickly set off in the direction of the river. He admitted that he had never read before, but he knew the principle that undue delay may give rise to hitches, hence he departed as soon as he could. But as soon as he reached to the river bank, there was wind and rain. Even though he expected the rain, he did not think that it would come so fast. Fortunately, he was wearing the straw rain cape.
In fact, his quiet demeanor gave him added advantages in fishing, compared to the rest of his friends. Even when he cast the bait into the water, calmly, he could feel the undercurrent below the surface of the water. More than that, he could even picture the fish taking the lure, it was floating clearly in his mind, and this was something he never told anyone.
But that day was odd. Not even a single fish appeared in the river. He then saw something even more incomprehensible, he did not know when, but at some point in time, not far from him, there appeared a delicate young person, who managed to hook a fish and placed it in his own basket. Chen Jinchan's opened his eyes wide and enhanced his perception to its peak, but noticed that the waters were completely empty and devoid of fish.
He thought he was seeing things, but the young person then hooked up a second fish. He look at Chen Jinchan and smiled at him, just like the spring wind and autumn rain, which left Chen Jinchan feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort.


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

Ang Sleeping Island ay hindi na isang lugar na kung saan ay dating mayroong 300 na mga witch na lihim na naninirahan. Sa pamamagitan ng mga negosasyon at mga kasunduan sa kalakalan, ang Crescent Moon Bay, Twin Dragon Island, Sunset Port at Shallow Water Town ay nagkaroon ng itinatag na koneksyon sa kalakalan sa Sleeping Island. Bukod dito, ginagabayan din niya ang ilang mga sibilyan mula sa ilang kalapit na masikip na nayon upang manirahan dito.
 Kahit na sa ngayon ay natipon sila sa labas ng isla, malayo sa mga witch, naniniwala si Tilly na isang araw, ang Sleeping Island ay magiging isang lunsod na walang prejudice. Ang pagsasanib ay isang mabagal na proseso, ngunit puno siya ng pag-asa para sa resulta. Hindi mahalaga kung ang mga awakened witch ng iba pang mga isla sumama sa kanila sa Sleeping Island o kung sila ay nagpasya na manatili sa kanilang mga hometown at sila ay tinanggap ng mga karaniwang tao. Alinmang paraan, ito ay magandang balita para sa kanya. Nangangahulugan ito na si Tilly at ang mga witch na lumipat sa isla ay makakatanggap ng mas maraming tagasuporta.
"Bumaba ka at mahangin," Si Ashes ay sumigaw mula sa ibaba, "Mag-ingat na huwag mahulog!"
"Ayos lamang ako!" Kumaway si Tilly. Bigla, tumalon siya mula sa maiksing distansya ngunit makalipas ang ilang saglit, napanatili niyang muli ang kanyang katawan. "Oh… medyo mahirap pa rin itong kontrolin."
"Pero lumipad ka pa rin ng mataas!" Sabi ni Ashes, "Pwede kang lumipad nang mas mababa o kaya mag-ensayo sa ibabaw ng dagat. Kapag hindi ko bumaba ngayon, aakyat ako sa bubong para saluhin ka."
"Sige, sige, naintindihan ko." Naramdaman ni Tilly na lumalakas ang hangin at ayaw niyang itulak ito. Kaya, ibinalik niya ang kanyang inilabas na magic power at marahan bumaba sa hardin ng kanyang tinitirahan.
"Pakiusap tawagan mo si Molly sa susunod na gawin mo ito," sabi ni Ashes, "Maaaring masalo ka ng kanyang magic servant."
"Hangga't patuloy akong naglalabas ng magic power, imposible na ako'y mahulog. Ang pinakamasama na maaaring mangyari ay hindi makontrol ang direksyon." Kinuha niya ang asul na magic stone gloves at ibinigay ito kay Ashes. "Dapat mong subukan ito, at ang paglipad ay napakaganda. Kapag tumitingin ka sa Sleeping Island mula sa itaas, makikita mo ang buong mundo sa iba't ibang hitsura."
"Hindi ko gusto." Tumanggi si Ashes. "Hindi ko mapagana ang lightning magic stone sa simula, pabayaan mag-isa ang batong ito na nangangailangan ng patuloy na pagpuno ng magic power . Bukod dito, mayroon ding isa lamang na ganoong bato. Kahit na matutunan ko kung paano gamitin ito, hindi pa rin ako maaring lumipad kasama mo."
"Tama ka." Nagsisising kinuha ni Tilly ang guwantes. "Madalas kong iniisip na magiging maganda ito kung matutuklasan ko ang prinsipyo sa likod nito at pagkatapos ay lumikha ng mga katulad na mahiwagang bato."
"Sa palagay mo ba ito ay ginawa ng mga tao?"
"Syempre." Tumango siya nang walang pag-aatubili. "Tulad ng para sa makinis na ibabaw nito at layunin nito, malamang na ang naturang bato ay likas na binuo. Ang mga tao na nagtayo ng mga ruins ay dapat na may malalim na pag-unawa sa magic power, at ito ay nakakalungkot na walang silang iniwan na kahit at bukod sa ilang mga dokumento na mahirap maintindihan."
Sa sandaling ito, ang isang malaking puting figure ay biglang nahulog mula sa kalangitan. Dahil sa mabilis na pagbaba nito, halos tumama ito sa lupa, na naging sanhi ng isang bilog na alikabok.
"Maggie?" Itinataas ni Ashes ang kanyang mga kilay.
"Oh ... ang sakit, coo." Talagang ito ang maliit na batang babae. Habang tumatayo, hinimas niya ang kanyang ulo at sinabing, "Nililinlang lang ba ako ng aking mga mata? si Lady Tilly ay nakalilipad sa kalangitan! Kung hindi dahil sa kulay ng buhok, naisip ko na iyon ay si Lightning."
"Tama ang nakita at lumilipad ako kanina." Ngumiti si Tilly at hinimas ang kanyang pisngi. "Kung gayon... ang mga witch mula sa Sleeping Island ay maayos lang sa Border Town?"
"Maayos naman, coo. Hiniling nila sa akin na maghatid ng sulat sa iyo." Binuksan ni Maggie ang kanyang bag upang hanapin ang mga liham at sinabi, "Ito ay mula kay Lotus. Ito ay mula kay Evelyn, at ito ... ay mula sa Kamahalan."
Nagulat si Tilly. Ang sulat ng prinsipe ay kalahati ng isang daliri ang kapal at ito ay mahigpit na nakabalot na parang ito ay isang pakete. Ito ay medyo mabigat nang hinawakan niya ito sa kanyang mga kamay. Maliwanag, hindi lang ito naglalaman ng isang liham.
"Malamang ay pagod ka."
Kinuha ni Ashes ang kalahati ng isang wheat pie nagbigay ng maliit na piraso kay Maggie. Ngunit si Maggie ay umiling, inilagay ang tuyo na isda sa kanyang bibig at sinabing, "Maglaro ako kasama si Molly." Pagkatapos, muli siyang naging isang malaking puting kalapati at lumipad sa hardin ng bulaklak.
"Bakit nararamdaman kong lumaki siya sa loob lamang ng isang buwan?"
"Ganoon din ang naramdaman ko." Tumawa si Tilly . "Tila na ang buhay sa Border Town ay talagang maganda."
Nang bumalik si Tilly sa kanyang silid, binuksan niya ang liham ni Roland Wimbledon at nalaman na bukod sa isang liham na puno ng mga salita, ang iba ay talagang parang buhay na mga larawan.
"Ano ito?"
Ang tanong ni Ashes ay nakalarawan din sa sariling puzzlement ni Tilly. Siya ay umiling at binuksan ang mga larawan ng isahan—ang kanilang nilalaman ay medyo mahirap paniwalaan: ang background ay mukhang isang gabi sa wasteland, kung saan sa ilalim ng madugong pulang ilaw ng paglubog ng araw, dalawang nakakatakot na halimaw ay nakikibahagi sa isang nakamamatay na labanan sa isang pangkat ng mga witch. Ang mga witch ay malinaw na natatalo at ang kanilang mga kakayahan ay tila walang silbi, at ang parehong mga viper at fireballsay hindi ay hindi magawang pigilan ang mga halimaw. Sa huling larawan, maraming mga witch ay nakahiga at patay sa isang pool ng dugo.
Sumimangot si Tilly. Ang mga eksena sa harap niya ay malinaw na iginuhit ng isang witch. Tanging magic power lang ang maaaring lumikha tulad ng buhay na buhay at tunay na mga guhit. Ngunit ... ang mga ito ba ay simpleng guhit lamang, o kinakatawan nila ang isang pangyayari na talagang nangyari?
Sa pagkabalisa, kinuha niya ang liham at mabilis na binasa ito.
Kalaunan, nakaramdam si Tilly ng paninikip sa kanyang dibdib at nagsimulang manginig ang kanyang kamay kapag nababasa niya ang isang salita: "demon".
"Anong problema?" Kinuha ni Ashes ang kanyang kamay. "Ano ang nasa liham."
"Ang nakaraan ng Witch Cooperation Association," Tinapik ni Tilly ang likod ni Ashes para pakalmahin siya at patuloy na sinabi, "Hinahanap nila dati ang Holy Mountain sa Wild Places… narinig mo na ang Holy Mountain, tama?"
"Yeah, ito ay ang maalamat na destinasyon para sa lahat ng mga witch. Sa Holy Mountain lamang maaari silang makakuha ng totoong kapayapaan at katahimikan, ngunit ito ay isang lamang bulung-bulungan," walang pag-ingat na sinabi ni Ashes , "Sa Sleeping Island, maaari din tayong mabuhay sa kapayapaan, at ang demonyo ay isang kasinungalingan lamang na nilikha ng simbahan."
"Ngunit nakumbinsi si Cara na talagang mayroong Holy Mountain. Bukod dito, natagpuan niya ang isang sinaunang aklat sa ruins ng kagubatan sa silangan ng lungsod ng hari, na naniniwala na ang mga lagusan sa Holy Mountain ay nasa lugar na ipinagbabawal na hindi na napuntahan ng kahit sino. Kaya, pinangunahan niya ang Association of Witch Cooperation sa ibabaw ng Impassable Mountain Range, patungo sa kagubatan. Gayunpaman, ang kanilang natagpuan ay hindi Holy Mountain, kundi isang uri ng nakakatakot na halimaw," sabi ni Tilly sa isang mababang boses.
"Ang mga nasa larawan?" Malalim na huminga si Ashes.
"Eksakto." Ang kanyang expression ay naging medyo madilim. "Ayon sa liham, nagtataglay sila ng lakas na hindi kapani-paniwala, at napakabilis nila. Maaari rin nilang kontrolin ang mga demonic beast at ang isa sa kanila ay maaaring magpalabas ng kidlat mula sa kanyang kamay ... Tulad ng kakayahan ng isang witch. Mula sa 40 na witch, anim lamang ang nakaligtas. Dahil wala na silang pagpipilian, ang anim na witch ay humingi ng tulong sa Panginoon ng Border Town."
"Nakikita ko ... Kaya ito ang nangyari."
"Ang isa pang bagay na naguguluhan ako ay sa pagtatapos ng sinaunang aklat na iyon, mayroong isang magulong na sanaysay na nakasulat sa wika ng apat na kaharian." Sinuri ni Tilly ang likod ng sulat. "Nakasaad dito na ang Holy city, ang pakikipaglaban sa mga Devil, pati na rin ang mga eksperimento ni Alice sa God's Punishment Army. Lahat ng ito ay dapat na nangyari 400 taon na ang nakaraan, ngunit dahil pamilyar sila sa kingdom lanuage, bakit nila ginagamit ang isang buong ibang wika upang itala ang panitikan at ang mga libro?"
Inisip ni Prinsesa Tilly ang mga ito sa loob ng mahabang panahon ngunit walang anumang resulta, kaya isinantabi niya ang lahat ng bagay at kinuha ang sulat ni Sylvie upang makita ang resulta ng kanyang pagsusuri sa Panginoon ng Border Town.
Subalit siya ay natulala sa sandaling nakita niya ang unang pangungusap ng liham, mas nagulat pa siya kaysa sa panahong nakita niya ang salita ng mga demonyo.
"Lady Tilly, wala akong nakitang tanda ng camouflage o magic power kay Roland Wimbledon. Bukod sa Witch Union, wala nang iba pang witch na nakatago sa lungsod. Kaya sa tingin ko… maaaring siya ang iyong nakatatandang kapatid."


Naglakbay si Cheng Yan pabalik ng panahon, at naging isang marangal na prinsipe sa panahon ng Middle Ages ng Europe. Ngunit ang mundong ito ay hindi kasing simple tulad ng inaakala niya. Mga witch na may mahiwagang kapangyarihan, mga katakot-takot na digmaan sa pagitan ng Simbahan at mga kaharian ang bumabalot sa buong lupain.
Si Roland, isang prinsipe na itinuturing na walang pag-asa ng mismong kanyang ama at itinalaga sa pinakapangit at malalang fief o lupain, ay ginugol ang kanyang oras para paunlarin ang isang napakahirap at isang backward na bayan at gawin itong isang malakas at modernong lungsod, habang nakikipaglaban sa kanang mga kapatid para makamit ang trono at makuha ang kontrol sa buong kaharian.
Samahan si Roland sa pagtulak niya sa mga kampon ng kasamaan sa pamamagitan ng pakikipaglaban o pagsasaka, habang kinakaibigan niya ang mga witch.


The wicked witch of the Mo family from Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture was unbelievably cooperative, "Well, that matter was actually unrelated to me. My elder sister had brought along some men to create a disturbance on Mount Emei. She did not have any purpose to it and was just secretly murdering people to try to stir up some trouble. That domestic servant of hers, the yellow-shirt person who had turned into a puddle of water, had picked that mountain slope and killed everyone who had passed by during that time. Only after that, she had found out that those were actually the disciples of the Wen family."
Bang, a dull noise was heard suddenly.
The three-inch nail had taken a step forward abruptly and raised his leg to stomp on the head of the young married woman's corpse until it was flattened. He then stared straight into the eyes of the wicked witch savagely, "A coincidence? All her victims were just coincidentally disciples of the Wen family?"
The wicked witch nodded her head innocently with great effort, "Yes, what a coincidence isn't it? After that, elder sister heard that the Great Mercy Temple had almost turned hostile on the group of rogue cultivators because of the Wen family. Only then she had understood that she should not have provoked the disciples of the Wen Bucao. So when she had passed by the Nine Peaks Mountain, she killed a group of priests trying to secretly sneak up the mountain and considered that as her favor to make up for her mistake in the past."
As she spoke, the wicked witch rolled her eyes again and said to Wen Leyang delightfully, "If you were to ask, I once did the Wen Bucao's disciples a favor too! A few months ago, I had brought along some people to the Nine Peaks Mountain. I coincidentally bumped into someone who was deliberately creating trouble for the Wen Bucao's disciples. I was the one who had helped all of you to kill those troublemakers without any hesitation!"
Before their departure, Wen Leyang had heard Fourth Elder Wen discussing this matter with Wen Buzuo. Back then, when the Return-to-Before fruits were ripening, it had attracted a group of people proficient in the art of cultivation to steal the fruits. The Death Trademark suffered some losses yet these enemies had been killed by the Qing Miao clan's witchcraft. The Qing Miao clansmen only stayed for one round before they left.
Wen Leyang's tone of speaking was so brief that it was frightening, "What were you doing at the Nine Peaks Mountain then?"
The wicked witch pursed her lips as her expression turned piteous once more, "There's a long story to this matter! We were the pathetic ones running away from those who were trying to confiscate our property and exterminate our families. We dwelled in seclusion in this mortal world but we still keep in touch with each other. About six years ago, a few main families reunited and started sending information our way and reminded us to never miss out on any anomalies that would appear between the heavens and the world. They sought our help to look out for three objects. We had been running everywhere for the past few years and we will still rush to anywhere immediately as long as it was showing signs of any anomalies."
The wicked witch articulated her speech clearly as if she was too lazy to be forced by Wen Leyang to tell the truth bit by bit. She had revealed the entire story in a straightforward manner.
There organized societies in the immortals' realm also resembled the triads and mafia in organized crime. Their operation was never silent and in the recent hundreds of years, they were finally ‘recognized by the manifestation of God's will', and were granted the status as the cultivators of the righteous path led by the Five Blessings Sect. On the other hand, most of the cultivators of the evil path were razed to its foundations. They had no choice but to fade into the mortal world and to live in seclusion while secretly cultivating. They were regarded by the people of the righteous cultivation path as the World Sect. After hundreds of years of recuperating and building up their strengths, no one knew what they would have turned into by now.
Those of the World Sect were not a bunch of divided beings, they too had their spiritual leader who led the pack and they would wage a guerrilla warfare every once in a while, but they were always fighting in a small crowd that did not amount to anything. But about six years ago, the four great forces with the most profound power within the World Sect simultaneously spread the same information regarding the arrival of three treasures crucial to the destiny of all cultivators and reminded everyone to pay attention to the anomalies that appeared near them. Even if it was just a small anomaly one should not let go of it.
The Mo family from Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture was only a mediocre-level sect before being destroyed by the One Word Palace. When their sect was annihilated they were even less imposing so they could only join the World Sect as a pawn.
The Return-to-Before fruits were considered as an immortal herb. When it was ripened a few months ago, a blast of immortal radiance was revealed and the wicked witch had brought along her men. They had rushed over to the radiance but they did not know what to look for over there. By sheer chance, they met those who were trying to steal the fruits from the Death Trademark. Those so-called disciples were from the Mountain Sect so the wicked witch had eliminated them with ease.
When the wicked witch's elder sister had brought along her domestic servant to the ancient cave of Mount Emei, her purpose was rather similar. The actual strength of the Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture had its limits and the older sister had been there to fight against the real master cultivators of the Mountain Sect. She tried to create some havoc by killing a few of them randomly and considered her mission accomplished. However, when the yellow-shirt person with a profound cultivation of the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell was lying in ambush on that nameless mountain slope, coincidentally at the same direction came those disciples of the Wen Bucao in search for their family's information.
The wicked witch finally finished her story and heaved a relieved sigh. Her gaze was charming and seductive as she stared at Wen Leyang with a smile.
Wen Leyang suddenly felt that he was in the awkward position of not knowing whether to laugh or to cry. He had cultivated the method left behind by Wen Lazi and owed his success to the Return-to-Before fruit. Therefore, the wicked witch had unknowingly become his savior. The wicked witch's failure in wresting the Qing Miao clansmen's witchcraft power was also due to her conveniently helping the Wen Bucao's disciples back then by killing the people who were trying to steal the Return-to-Before fruits.
Whether it was the Mountain Sect or the World Sect, none of this had anything to do with the Wen family. If it wasn't for the fact that dozens of the Wen family disciples had died tragically, Wen Leyang would still be training while chewing on a carrot in the Red Leaves Forest right now. As he listened to the wicked witch's story, the entire situation's connection to the Wen family was purely out of coincidence as well.
The old monk Ji Fei asked with a frown, "What are those three objects?" As he was speaking, he took a sip of tea absent-mindedly.
The wicked witch peered at him from the corners of her eyes, the smile on her face turned exotic and eccentric, "The objects that we are looking for are...a dog, a piece of round flat cake, and half a gong."
Pfft.
The old monk's mouthful of tea was not wasted for it was all blown out onto the three-inch nail Wen Bushuo's entire body. He coughed as he spoke in rage, "Hey, wicked witch! Is ‘self-amusing' your family's elder!"
The wicked witch shook her head in puzzlement, "The Mo family of Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture was defeated, even within the World Sect, no one had a high regard for us. They will never tell us what the true purpose of the broken gong, the big flat cake, and the dog was as well as what kind of treasures they were. It's a pity that I had failed on the verge of success this time for if I were to acquire this group of Qing Miao clansmen's witchcraft power, let's see who would dare to despise my family anymore."
As she spoke, the wicked witch stared at Wen Leyang with hidden bitterness, "You have ruined my important event..." Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Leyang suddenly yelled as he jumped up and pounced on her.
When Wen Leyang was battling desperately with the young married woman, he had gone through all sorts of hardships. The Faulty Punch which had been refined with the living and dead poison in his body had turned him into a bronze-skinned and iron-boned person. It was correct that it had turned Wen Leyang into an iron hammer but the problem was that the young married woman was not a nail, she was also a hammer. Even though Wen Leyang managed to kill the enemy with poison, all his vital organs had suffered extremely severe internal injuries. He needed some time to recuperate if he were to make a full recovery.
Due to his severe injuries, the opening and closing speed of the pores on his entire body was also much slower than before. His senses alerted him just as something began to throw itself up from underneath the ground as fast as lightning. Before he had the time to contemplate he shouted and surged towards the wicked witch.
He did not expect his body to be thoroughly out of sync with his thoughts. The situation was almost similar to a lip-syncing error in a movie where the dubbing of the sound did not match up to the person's lip movement.
The dubbing had already spoken: Pin down the wicked witch.
The lip movement had only just stood up with his buttocks only ten centimeters away from the chair.
The monster flashed past and rapidly moved out from the boundaries of Wen Leyang's sensation, causing the entire Miao stockade village to shake ferociously! The bamboo house where Wen Leyang had been in was pulverized in a loud crash while the few of them were akin to bottle gourds rolling on the ground as they tumbled out of the house in a mess.
In the midst of it all, the wicked witch's bell-like laughter sounded as she finished the last part of her speech slowly, "I will never forgive you."
A giant frog the size of a small hill with a soil-colored body which was encrusted with countless thin strands of gold narrowed its eyes as it appeared before everyone impressively!
On top of the giant frog's head sat a middle-aged lad who was thin and bony. He was naked with two rows of protruding ribs and the color of his skin was almost fused with the giant frog's. If one was not attentive one would not able to distinguish that there was a man on the frog. The middle-aged lad was lugging the wicked witch in his flexed elbow.
Ji Fei sat on the ground with utterly no effort to stand up as he stared at the giant frog in bewilderment and spoke with a trembling voice, "Sitting...toad?"
The lad on top of the frog peered at the old monk, his skin and bones face squeezed out an odd smile, "Almost the same I suppose!"
The wicked witch leaned her body into the thin man's embrace and spoke with a goosebumps-inducing fondness, "Brother-in-law, they killed my sister and you must avenge her!"
The ‘brother-in-law's' eyes brightened as he scratched his ears and cheeks in elation, "Really?"
The gigantic sitting toad made a muffled croak as it spat out a yellowish object from its mouth. The object fell onto the ground with a crisp clanking sound.
Wen Leyang abruptly broke out in a rage so fierce that his eyes were splitting apart, his entire body was in agony as if his bones and muscles had been shattered. He was like an injured wild wolf as howled and pounced towards the sitting toad!
A small bronze pan had rolled around a few times underneath the giant frog's feet before it finally stopped spinning.
It was Ah Dan's treasured hat.
Meanwhile, the vigorous and firm ringing of a bell ring burst through the dawn under the foothill. A small, shimmering inverted bell transformed into a large bell as it swayed in the sky as the fat monk Shui Jing ran in great strides burning with a frenzy of rage. He tore off the string of Buddhist prayer beads on his neck and tossed it towards the sky ferociously then pointed at the giant frog and roared madly, "You sorcerer, the Buddha will defy death to fight you for injuring the little girl!"
Ji Fei, who had only just stood up, heard the fat monk's raging roar and his legs gave way as he fell back onto the ground once again. His face was ashen as he muttered, "It's over, this time the old monk will get a master teacher!"


The Immortal’s Poison is a modern wuxia novel, written by Cataclysmic Bean.
This is the story of the young man Wen Leyang, born into the family with an expertise in the cultivation of the Art of Poisons. 
The enemy may not always be evil, and someone evil may not necessarily be the enemy. However, one thing is certain. Wen Leyang is a frank and honest young man, a delightful hero who possesses a kind disposition towards any living creature.
 
Learn about his journey as he embarks on an adventure of cultivating into an immortal.

"I'll share the news with everyone tonight when they're all back at the camp!" She looked at Wendy and said in a deep voice, "I hope you'll help me to persuade them."

That was the last thing I heard before they went back to their own place. I went back to my camp and tried to process the information that I just gained, If what Nightengale said was true then who was the one who were hanged in the gallows that was being the talk of everyone in Border town. 

When night fell, the witches who had spent all day working outside returned to the camp. Seeing that Nightingale had come home safely, they were extremely glad and surrounded her to ask all about her journey. The white bandages tied around their injured arms weighed heavily on her heart. After answering a few questions thoughtlessly, she raised her hands to silence all witches. 

Chime was mixed in the crowd, listening to Nightengale's story. It took her some time to tell them everything. She began by telling them about the time she snuck into Border Town, the acquaintance of Roland, Anna, and Nana, then the construction of the wall, the assembly of the steam engine, the fighting against the demonic beasts, and finally Anna who had just passed through to her adulthood. Nightingale even took out the design of the steam engine to convince others that it was true. 
'So Nana went home safely, and steam engine? isn't that an invention from modern times? why did it appear in this world where magic is rampant, this prince roland is an interesting individual.'

Most witches had been cocooned in an isolated world since they joined the Witch Cooperation Association, so it was hard for them to imagine the outside world. They seemed charmed by the stories, and when Nightingale came to the part about Anna passing through the Day of Adulthood unscathed, they were abuzz. The Demonic Torture had haunted them all their lives. All these years they had suffered from hunger and cold, leaving behind the secular world and secluding themselves to the Impassable Mountain Range in order to seek the legendary Holy Mountain. If what Nightingale had said was true—a land where the lord would accept them and a method that would protect them from Demonic Torture, Holy Mountain seemed less worthy to pursue. 
Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
'Cara seems angry, I better prepare for the worst if I want to meet this prince I would need the help of Nightengale to get close to him.' Chime approached the two slowly so that no one will notice her.

Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
"Hello, my respected mentor," said Nightingale, as she bowed to the witch, "Snake Witch" Cara, founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. The witches in the association addressed her as mentor. 
"I've heard your stories," she said with a hoarse and hollow voice, "and you mean to tell us that all we have done is wrong?" 
"No, mentor, they aren't just stories. I mean..."
"Enough." She waved her hand impatiently. "I don't know what adventure you have been through, weaving your stories. A highborn prince who pities the poor witches? It's as silly as pitying a frog." She sneered as she turned around. Spreading her arms, she shouted, "Sisters, don't forget all of what the common people have done to you!" 
'Oh no, this is getting out of hand' Chime thought and she summoned her sword and edge slowly near Nightengale's back. Ready to pull her out if it's needed.
She went on without waiting for Nightingale's explanation. "There's no doubt that the common people, the incompetents, have targeted us with blades and whips in the name of gods. Without God's Stone of Retaliation, they have no authority to oppress us. It's deities who grant us the power, not the evils. It should be us who work on the behalf of deities, not the church. It should be us, the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association! Holy Mountain, told in old books, refers to the quarters of deities." 
What?! Nightingale could not believe her ears. She had known that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association was kind of eccentric, and although she was hung up on searching for Holy Mountain, she was far from mad. Despite not being as approachable as Wendy, Cara still sincerely cared for them. What Nightingale had not expected was that she would have such hostility toward ordinary people. 
Had Cara secretly buried her anger and hatred all these years? And what she had claimed, about being detached from worldly affairs, was this really a way to save power for striking vengeance without warning one day? What had made her uncover her disguise now? Maybe... 
"We've found the clue to the opening in Holy Mountain, the same as what we read from the old books! All we have to do is wait. In twenty days, when the blood moon rises in the sky, through a huge gate emerging from underground, we shall reach our final realm." She turned back, looking straight at Nightingale. "The common people have deceived you, and we've lived in a big fraud since we were born. What we've suffered in the Day of Adulthood is the test given by deities. One who is determined and resilient will obtain the true power. The church..." She sneered. "It's just a gang of common people who want to work in the name of deities. Sooner or later, all of them will go to hell." 
"And you, child. There's time for you to stop this." Cara paused. "I'll forgive your ignorance and fault if you forget your stories. We'll retake you as one of us, and together we'll find peace in Holy Mountain." 
Nightingale's initial excitement had cooled. The suffering was a test? The ones who did not make it through the torture on the Day of Awakening were simply worthless losers? The statements were exactly what the church was advocating. But no one stood out against these ideas, and instead, they wore a face of agreement. Even Wendy did not make a comment. Suddenly all turned dull and boring to her. Standing in front of her, the witch who was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association and the leader of the witches seemed so unfamiliar. 
She shook her head. "In that case, I'll take those who're willing to go, and good luck with those who decide to stay." 
Chime noticed Cara slowly moving her hand but she was a bit too late to stop the snake before it bit Nightingale.
Nightingale felt a faint sting on her leg. She looked down and found a black snake with sparkling blue stripes biting her flesh. The Snake of Magic, which bore various venoms and was able to strike the target in silence, was often used by "Snake Witch" Cara. 
The paralysis struck her hard and quickly. Nightingale moved her lips and struggled to say something, but the darkness overwhelmed her. 
'I was too late huh, doesn't matter I'll just get her out later, it's too risky to fight this many witches alone' Chime backed out slowly while dissipating her sword. 'I'll just have to rescue you later, wait for me.'

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