Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 35: The Killing Intent Can No Longer Be Suppressed

"I didn't expect there to be a Daoist temple in these Hundred Thousand Mountains. It's truly strange."

Song Qiuyue wore a light green ruqun, with a colorful cloud ribbon tied around her waist. Her eyebrows were bright and her teeth were white. Her delicate features carried a hint of heroic spirit. At eighteen or nineteen, she was at the peak of her youth.

"It should be a place with an owner. The footprints on the ground haven't faded yet."

A cultivator lowered his head and glanced at the footprints on the ground. They were messy, about seven or eight people.

"Let's go up and see. If there's anyone, we'll ask if they've seen last night's golden light."

Last night, a golden sun rose in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Although it disappeared in an instant, countless evil entities had sensed it.

The deities had also sensed it.

Song Qiuyue was meditating in the wooden house temple at that time. The deities, as if they had gone mad, urged her to find the source of the golden light.

At all costs, she had to obtain it.But why did she have to obtain it?

The deities couldn't give an answer.

They just instinctively craved the thing that emitted the golden light.

"If we find that thing, everyone will be credited with a great merit."

"We dare not slack off!"

The cultivators were extremely excited.

A great merit, for them, who were family slaves, was something they dreamed of.

Not only could their cultivation advance further, but they could also use it to shed their status as family slaves and rise even higher.

However, this was just superficial excitement.

The deities had only given a general direction, but not an exact location. Who could find that thing?

It was just a matter of going through the motions.

"Let's go!"

Song Qiuyue chuckled lightly and walked up the steps, her leisurely pace like that of a rich family's daughter on a scenic tour.

She was so leisurely and carefree.

The cultivators following her naturally did not dare to urge her.

They all followed behind, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

You must know that this was the niece of the Xu Province Governor, Song Tiangang, a noble lady of a prominent family.

Her own cultivation had even broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old female Nascent Soul cultivator, and a noble lady of a prominent family.

With these two halos stacked, she could naturally do whatever she wanted.

Even if she asked them to catch a few evil entities, they could only comply.

Fortunately, this time they were just casually looking for the thing that emitted the golden light. Whether they found it or not was just a matter of course. The real task was still for immigration.

The matter of immigration was not under Song Qiuyue's jurisdiction.

When she found a suitable place, she would return to Xu Province City.

The rest of the matters would naturally be handed over to others.

Originally, such a small matter would not have been done by Song Qiuyue, but in fact, she had volunteered. It wasn't for the sake of gilding, but because her parents had died early, and she had always been raised by Song Tiangang as his daughter.

And Song Tiangang was the governor of the Da Kang Dynasty. He was busy with a myriad of affairs on a daily basis and simply couldn't take care of this niece. Therefore, the ones who usually took care of her were Song Tiangang's concubines.

Twelfth Madam had taken great care of Song Qiuyue.

Now, Twelfth Madam had died in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Although Song Qiuyue knew in her heart that it was probably a case of her body being gone, she still wanted to come and see. If she encountered the evil entity that had killed Twelfth Madam, she would take action to suppress and kill it, so as to give an account.

As for whether she could find that evil entity...

Weren't the Hundred Thousand Mountains full of them?

A prominent family was a big tree. As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the shade under a big tree. But if you want to hold on to this big tree, sometimes you can do without the substance, but you must have the face.

Otherwise, Song Qiuyue, who was already an orphan, would probably become a marginal figure in the Song family in the future.

What noble and unspeakable.

That was just not getting your feet muddy.

Mount Yuqiong was not very high.

The mountain was not a good mountain, and the water was not good water.

And at this time of year, the trees on the mountain had basically all shed their green leaves. The bareness made it look even more desolate.

"This place is called the Pure Immortal Temple?"

Song Qiuyue glanced at the mountain gate of the Pure Immortal Temple and shook her head with a laugh.

The path of cultivation, reaching the Nascent Soul stage was already the limit.

To go further, one could only become a god on the spot.

This Daoist temple was good. It was actually called the Pure Immortal Temple. Were even immortals not clean? Or did it mean to purify even the immortals? It was truly nonsensical.

After crossing the mountain gate and walking up another hundred or so steps, the space before them suddenly opened up.

Song Qiuyue and the other cultivators also saw Chen Huangpi and Granny Tang and the others.

With just one look, Song Qiuyue lost interest.

An old woman at the Golden Core stage, and a Daoist boy who looked to be eight or nine years old and was quite handsome, were not worthy of her attention.

"Go up and ask."

Song Qiuyue gestured for the family slaves to go forward and ask.

She herself looked at this Pure Immortal Temple with great interest.

The style was simple and unadorned, with green bricks and green tiles. Every blade of grass and every tree was very exquisite. But the incense was very faint, so faint that one would suspect that the deity worshipped in this Daoist temple was about to die.

Although the place was not big, it was not small either.

And since people lived here, it meant that this place was still safe.

It could be used as a place for immigration.

As for the people living in this Daoist temple in front of her, Song Qiuyue didn't care.

A cultivator walked up to Granny Tang and asked, "Are you the person in charge of this Daoist temple?"

"Replying to this noble person, this old woman is just staying here. I am a guest, not the host."

Granny Tang's attitude was very cautious.

These cultivators gave her a very bad feeling.

Each of them had a Nascent Soul cultivation like Twelfth Madam.

And their attire was exactly the same as Twelfth Madam's family slaves.

She had to treat them with importance.

"May I ask how to address this noble person?"

"You can just call me Zhao Hai."

The cultivator Zhao Hai said lightly, "I see that you have cultivation. Last night, there was a great golden light. Did you see what it was?"

Last night, there was a great golden light.

Granny Tang was exhausted. She had woken up at dawn and hadn't seen it at all.

Originally, she shouldn't have been so relaxed in a strange place.

Especially in the Pure Immortal Temple.

But Granny Tang had really lost her spirit.

Because she knew that if something really happened, with her cultivation and the state of the fox mountain god, she would have no ability to resist at all.

So she had really slept soundly.

But now that Zhao Hai had spoken, Granny Tang felt that something was wrong.

She had seen Chen Huangpi turn the brass oil lamp into a dog, and she also knew that the brass oil lamp was extraordinary.

Therefore, with Granny Tang's wisdom, it was easy to guess that the golden light was either created by the brass oil lamp, or by Chen Huangpi or his strange master.

No matter who it was...

It was not something she could comment on.

Thinking of this, Granny Tang spoke, "There was indeed that golden light last night, but I don't know where it came from. This old woman has lived in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for decades, and this is the first time I've encountered such a strange phenomenon. Did the noble person come here for it?"

Zhao Hai's face changed drastically, and he roared, "How dare you deceive us! That golden light clearly appeared here. If you don't tell the truth, be careful I'll skin you."

As he spoke, his aura instantly surged.

It was as terrifying as a scorching flame.

Granny Tang grunted. The pressure of this Zhao Hai, a Nascent Soul cultivator, almost made her vomit blood.

"This old woman's cultivation is shallow. How would I dare to deceive a noble person?"

"This old woman really doesn't know what that golden light is. I beg the noble person to be merciful."

Granny Tang's already stooped body bent down involuntarily.

Zhao Hai's face was gloomy.

At this time, a cultivator secretly transmitted his voice to him, "This old woman is telling the truth."

Among cultivators, there were naturally methods to detect lies.

In fact, soul searching was the most convenient method.

Unfortunately, after the heavenly change, the cultivators who had gone down another path had lost this method.

Instead, they had developed a method to detect lies.

Although it was not as good, it was enough.

Who knew that although Granny Tang lived in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, she had also gone out when she was young and had dealt with cultivators.

Therefore, she naturally knew how to deal with it.

Zhao Hai frowned and said, "We followed the direction of that golden light and only saw this one Daoist temple along the way. Could it be that the golden light is even further away?"

Going further in, it would be the deepest and strangest part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Although the Xu Province Governor had ordered them to bring a hundred deities, they were only the vanguard and had only brought sixty deities. When they found a suitable place, the other forty deities would come with the main force of the immigrants.

Sixty deities were already powerful enough. If they encountered ordinary evil entities in the outer perimeter of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they could kill them with a wave of their hands.

If they encountered particularly strange things, self-preservation was not a problem.

If they were to go deeper into the Hundred Thousand Mountains...

The deities would probably be angry.

"Miss, do the deities have any instructions?"

Zhao Hai humbly bent down, his posture very low.

Song Qiuyue said lightly, "The deities have no instructions, but the direction is definitely correct."

As she spoke, Song Qiuyue gestured for Zhao Hai to withdraw his pressure.

The latter immediately complied.

"Thank you, miss."

Granny Tang barely managed a bow, and then, as if she had been granted a great amnesty, she forced down the trace of blood in her mouth.

Song Qiuyue did not pay attention to Granny Tang.

She had always liked beautiful things. She naturally looked down on an ugly cultivator like Granny Tang, who was old and had only a Golden Core cultivation.

Even saying one more word to her made her feel nauseous.

"You, come here."

Song Qiuyue pointed at Chen Huangpi.

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes, you, come here, come forward."

"Oh, oh."

Chen Huangpi walked forward and stood in front of Song Qiuyue.

Alright, she wasn't that beautiful up close. She wasn't as charming and alluring as Twelfth Madam.

Being stared at so directly, Song Qiuyue felt annoyed and took a step back.

Thinking to herself that she wouldn't stoop to the level of this mountain bumpkin, she said lightly, "I see from your attire that you are the Daoist of this Pure Immortal Temple, right?"

"I'm not from the Pure Immortal Temple."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and corrected, "The Pure Immortal Temple is mine. Although it's not now, it will be in the future. My master said so."

"Oh? You still have a master?"

Song Qiuyue was a little surprised. Only then did she discover that Chen Huangpi was also a cultivator.

And his aura was very strange.

He was like a body refining cultivator, and also like a qi refining cultivator.

But on closer inspection, he was also like a foundation establishment cultivator.

But he had an indescribable feeling that was more than a foundation establishment cultivator.

In short, one word, strange.

And he still had a master.

Could he be some reclusive expert who had hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?

But if he really wanted to be a recluse, why would he hide in this cursed place?

Chen Huangpi looked at Song Qiuyue strangely and said, "If I don't have a master, then where did I come from?"

This one sentence made Song Qiuyue lose interest.

It seemed he was a simpleton.

"Naturally, you were born from your parents."

"That's not it."

Chen Huangpi said, "I don't have parents. I only have a master."

Hearing this, Song Qiuyue sneered and said casually, "Without parents, aren't you an orphan?"

"I'm not an orphan."

"Without parents, you are an orphan."

"Alright, I'm an orphan. Then do you have parents?"

This sentence made Song Qiuyue suddenly stunned.

The faces of all the cultivators present changed drastically.

They all stared at Chen Huangpi with murderous eyes.

Granny Tang also saw some clues and quickly said, "Noble person, don't be angry. The young master has a simple personality. He has no bad intentions, just a bit straightforward. Please be more tolerant..."

"Ha..."

Song Qiuyue suddenly laughed. Her laughter was pleasant, like a clear spring in a secluded valley, refreshing the heart and adding three parts of brightness.

"Interesting, interesting."

"I lost my parents when I was young and was raised by my uncle as his daughter. My uncle dotes on me and won't allow anyone to mention this in front of me."

"You are the first."

Song Qiuyue, a beautiful woman, smiled lightly and walked to Chen Huangpi's side, looking at him seriously.

That gaze seemed to want to see through Chen Huangpi's heart.

But girls naturally develop earlier than boys.

Song Qiuyue was two heads taller than Chen Huangpi.

At such a close distance, Chen Huangpi could see Song Qiuyue's fair skin, her smooth and slender neck, and the curve of her ruqun from her chest, and her extremely narrow waist.

"Am I beautiful?"

Song Qiuyue smiled wantonly.

"Beautiful."

Chen Huangpi said with difficulty, feeling uncomfortable all over.

His heart was beating faster, his face was burning, and his mouth was dry.

He could only cover his heart and lower his head.

Song Qiuyue said, "Raise your head."

But Chen Huangpi did not comply and even took a few steps back.

"Don't come over."

"Why?"

The smile on Song Qiuyue's face became even more wanton.

In the wantonness, there was a hint of killing intent.

At this time, Chen Huangpi raised his head and said seriously, "Because my killing intent can no longer be suppressed."

(End of Chapter)