Chapter 807: Mountain and Snow
Suddenly, at the very edge of his vision, Qi Xuansu noticed a faint glimmer of light, flickering and indistinct, easily missed if not watched closely.
Qi Xuansu pondered for a moment, then memorized the general direction of the light before descending. After briefly informing the others, he said, “I don’t know what’s ahead, but at this point, we have no choice but to go take a look.”
None of the others objected.
Qi Xuansu was only wearing his Youyi Cloud Robe, not the wind-resistant hechang, so he retrieved his hechang from his magical receptacle and draped it over Lu Yuting’s shoulders. Then, he led the way while pressing forward with a wall of qi.
Lu Yuting was the only woman in the group and the weakest in combat, but she was the most learned. She wrapped the cloak tightly around herself, coughing as she explained, “In the Central Plains, mountain gods and river lords are nearly extinct. But in Fenglin, mountain gods are plentiful. They’re not true deities but more like impostor spirits occupying sacred places. In terms of cultivation, they aren’t real immortals and can’t compare to the Ancient Immortals of our homeland. Most aren’t even Pseudo-Immortals. They’re mostly mountain bandit overlords.
“These mountain gods often demand strange things like child sacrifices, virgins, and the like. But the people here have grown used to these bizarre and grotesque requests, as they confuse gods and ghosts. In the Central Plains, when strange happenings occur, people seek out Daoists for exorcisms. Though there are ignorant people in the Central Plains, they are in the minority. Here, it’s the opposite. Most people choose to worship the mountain gods. Over time, these so-called gods gain incense power from the offerings, gradually transforming from parasitic spirits to permanent fixtures of the land.
“In short, these mountain gods gain immense territorial advantage on their own turf, allowing them to unleash power far beyond their true level.”
Qi Xuansu listened intently and responded without turning, “If this is truly the work of a mountain god stirring up snowstorms, then we’re likely facing something on par with a Wuliang-stage Qi Refiner.”
The others grew visibly tense.
A Wuliang-stage cultivator was no small matter. Among the three Daoist prodigies, only Zhang Yuelu had reached that level.
Even if they were not all wounded, they would not stand a chance against a Wuliang-stage cultivator.
But Qi Xuansu quickly reassured them. “There’s no need to fear. It’s just a wild god with raw power but without our Daoist techniques and divine arts. Let’s not forget—we still have treasures and even a semi-immortal object.”