Why did Yang Jian suddenly become angry? On the mountain ridge, there was a group of mortals playing gongs and drums, advancing towards a small Daoist temple halfway up the mountain.
This group of mortals consisted of men, women, old, and young. Most of them were thin and weak, and it was obvious that it was not easy for them to survive in this mountain forest.
Four men walked at the front, carrying a simple wooden platform. A small child sat cross-legged on the platform. The child's eyes were blank, and his expression was wooden as he sat there in a daze. In the group, there were a few women dressed in coarse clothing. Their eyes were red, and they were holding back their sobs as they were blocked by several men from approaching the square platform.
Most of the others were elderly and children. Many of them supported each other as they followed behind the little girl who was being carried towards the Daoist temple in the mountain.
Below the Daoist temple, Yang Jian already saw the Poison Flood Dragon hiding there!
What was it doing?
Yang Jian instantly thought of a term — live sacrifice!
For an evil and filthy creature like the Poison Flood Dragon, its cultivation method was abnormally vicious. It was common for it to swallow young boys and girls to increase its cultivation.
How long had this place existed?
Weren't the humans in this mountain becoming the Poison Flood Dragon's food?
At this moment, it was unknown how many young boys and girls the Poison Flood Dragon had swallowed while it was still in seclusion!
Yang Jian still held onto a sliver of hope and directly landed in front of the group of people. He deliberately rode the cloud and stopped in mid-air. His expression was solemn and dignified.
The group of mortals could not help but stare blankly at Yang Jian for a while. Someone shouted, "Immortal!" The group of people scattered and knelt down, shouting, "Immortal!"
But no one shouted for help.
Yang Jian was puzzled and asked, "What are you all doing?"
"Reporting, reporting to Immortal," a man mustered up his courage and shouted at Yang Jian, "It's our village's turn this year. We are going to send the blessed girl to the temple and send her to heaven!"
Yang Jian furrowed his brows.
Go to heaven? He was afraid that she would be sent into the Poison Flood Dragon's mouth!
"What is going to heaven? As soon as Yang Jian said this, the mortals all looked at each other in dismay.
One of the elders whispered, "Now that the immortal has asked such a question, we can't answer it either. It's just that our ancestors have been like this for generations. There are a total of three hundred villages in this mountain. Every month, a village will choose a blessed girl and send her here. There will be immortals who will bring her to the heavenly palace to enjoy her blessings."
Foolish!
Yang Jian had more or less understood what was going on, but he was so angry that he laughed in his heart.
It had been like this for generations. One person per month, and all of them were girls?
It was no wonder that the Venomous Flood Dragon was able to transform into a dragon. If it stayed here and cultivated for a long time, how could its magic power not be profound?
However, Yang Jian quickly suppressed the anger in his heart. He nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I won't disturb you from sending your daughter to enjoy your life. I just happened to pass by, so don't take it to heart."
With that, Yang Jian waved his sleeves and flew towards the horizon.
The mortals all kowtowed and shouted the immortal's blessings. There were also a few people whispering, saying that the children they sent had such abilities.
Yang Jian only circled the mountain once, wrapped in Xuanqi, and did not disturb the slumbering Venomous Flood Dragon.
He looked over the terrain of the mountains and the layout of the mountains. The Venomous Flood Dragon was very careful. It had laid down a great formation that could isolate one's Divine Sense, trapping the three hundred villages within it. Outside the formation was a continuous stretch of mountains, and very few people could enter this area.
Yang Jian simply sat on the cloud and quietly waited for the group of mortals to reach the Daoist temple halfway up the mountain.
He looked towards the Daoist temple and saw three to five people. They were dressed like Daoists, but they were also mortals.
In the backyard of the Daoist temple, there was a 'well' that was pressed down by a large rock. Below the well was the head of the Venomous Flood Dragon.
It was not that Yang Jian did not want to kill his way into the well, but he wanted to enlighten the foolish mortals here. He wanted them to see with their own eyes how evil the immortal that they had worshiped for so many years was.
What kind of place was the so-called heavenly palace?!
Hundreds of mortals came to the front of the Daoist temple, kowtowing and offering sacrifices. There were chickens, ducks, fish, grains, wild game, and dozens of different kinds.
The dazed eyes of the little girl regained some color. She curled up in fear, but two men pressed down on her thin shoulders, not allowing her to move.
An old woman was supported forward to the door of the Daoist temple. She gently knocked on the door three times, then took a few steps back and knelt down.
Someone in the Daoist temple shouted loudly, "The blessings have arrived!"
The gate opened and three Daoists walked out. They were surrounded by celestial spiritual energy. The three of them were wearing beautiful Daoist robes and had green jade crowns on their heads. Their cultivation levels were weak.
"I am the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery." The tall and thin old Daoist in the middle acted like an expert. His gaze seemed to drift toward the cloud Yang Jian was on, but it didn't leave a trace.
The mortals all shouted, "Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery," and "Lord of the Boundless Temple." They respected this old Daoist like he was the leader of the celestials. They respected him several times more than the celestials that Yang Jian had arrived on the cloud.
Yang Jian was a bit speechless, but he didn't act and just quietly watched.
The three Daoists that walked out of the Daoist temple used a spell to raise the platform the little girl was on. Then they put the food the villagers had brought into a bag.
This celestial method caused the mortals to exclaim. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery raised his hand and threw a bottle of pills at the old woman.
"This is a blessing left behind for your village. Every pill can extend your lifespan by three to five years. Go. If you live for too long, leaving the limits set by the Book of Life and Death for too long, it will instead be a disaster."
"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord! "
The old woman and many other elders were inexplicably excited. They kowtowed at the backs of the three Daoists.
Yang Jian sat on the cloud and clenched his fists.
What was this?
Selling the little girl in the village to the demon and using the Blood Qi Pill refined by the demon to extend their lifespan?
Extremely stupid! Extremely laughable!
Yang Jian felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. He felt that this poisonous flood dragon was fierce, but the human heart was also fierce. The elders in the village might still be hoping that when it was their turn in 25 or 26 years, their village would have more than a dozen pills to extend their lifespan.
The deep-rooted bad habits of the Human Race were vividly displayed in the thousands of miles of forest in this Spirit Space.
Yang Jian was a bit annoyed, so he didn't look at the mortals that were about to leave. He looked at the Daoist temple to see what the old Daoists were up to.
Two young men that looked like handymen brought over an incense table and placed it next to the sealed well. The three Daoists brought the little girl over and placed her on the praying mat behind the incense table.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery said, "You can all leave."
The two Daoists and the two handymen bowed and closed the door.
Yang Jian stared at the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery. He found that the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery pretended to cast a spell and then waved his whisk into the air. A ray of golden light shot into the sky.
When the mortals outside saw this, they became inexplicably excited. They knelt down and kowtowed once more.
They all thought that this was what would happen when the little girl was sent into the heavenly palace. They didn't know that when the golden light flew up, the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery had already brought the little girl to the well. He easily picked up the big stone and was about to throw the little girl in.
A strong smell of blood came out from the well. The little girl seemed to have seen something and wanted to scream in fear.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery let out a cold snort and sealed the little girl's mouth with his hand. When the smell of blood rushed out, he threw the little girl into the well!
Whoosh!
A pale yellow figure suddenly appeared before him.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was startled and looked down at his left hand. The little girl in his left hand had disappeared, leaving only his bare wrist. His left hand, which was connected to his wrist, had also disappeared.
There was no blood flowing out, but the cut was so terrifying!
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's eyes widened and he felt the pain from his wrist. He threw the big stone away and grabbed his wrist as he staggered back.
"Ah … Ah! My hand! "
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's face was pale. He looked up and saw a handsome man standing there. The man patted his belt and the little girl in his hand disappeared instantly.
"Who are you! How dare you! "
"Humph!" Yang Jian let out a cold snort. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's chest caved in as if he was struck by lightning. He took a few steps back and knelt on the ground. He opened his mouth but couldn't breathe for a while.
Yang Jian said coldly, "Wake up the thing in the well."
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was not too useless. His hands trembled as he touched his chest a few times. His weak magic power temporarily stabilized his injury.
He rolled his eyes and immediately came up with a plan. He sneered and said, "Who … who are you? How dare you come here and behave atrociously! Do you know that even if the True Immortal or Heaven Immortal Daoist came, he would also die in the hands of our ancestor! "
The Lord of the True Immortal or Heaven Immortal Daoist couldn't be blamed for his lack of knowledge. The information in this Lesser Chiliocosm was really cut off. The Daoist Daoist was lacking in magic power. Few cultivators from the outside world would come to this' remote and desolate place '.
Strength limited one's imagination.
Yang Jian walked forward empty-handed. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery kicked the ground and kept dodging backward. Finally, he reached the side of the well.
"Dancing with evil, your death is not to be regretted."
Yang Jian flicked his finger. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery screamed and fell into the well, falling down.
A cloud of black gas suddenly gushed out from the well, rising thirty feet into the air before transforming into a hornless black dragon head. That pair of oily green eyes stared at Yang Jian without the slightest hint of emotion.
"How do you want to die?"
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