Li Qingshan felt even more pain than when he endured Zhou Tong's heavenly lightning. It was not because the Annihilum Light Chan Master wanted to kill him, but because the ox demon and tiger demon reacted violently to the Chant of Deva-Nāga. Like boiling oil, they immediately surged.
It's rumored that the Chant of Deva-Nāga can intimidate all daemons and monsters. Sure enough, it's true. Has he discovered something? That's why he's probing me?
The Annihilum Light Chan Master failed to tell that Li Qingshan was a daemon. Instead, he was thinking about something else. Not only could the Chant of Deva-Nāga subdue daemons, but it could also purge the evil and desires in people's hearts.
If Li Qingshan really did have some improper thoughts about Little Ann, he could use this to eliminate them, just in case he brought unnecessary trouble to this trip. If he persisted, he would have to endure extreme pain.
However, Li Qingshan's expression only changed slightly before returning to normal. He was even calmer and more composed than when he first came in.
"Could it be that my judgment was wrong? If that's the case, there's no need to trouble him too much. He has feelings for me, and it's unavoidable that I can't let go of them. If I use forceful methods, I'll end up falling into a disadvantageous position and fall out with this brother of mine. "The Annihilum Light Chan Master stopped the Chant of Deva-Nāga.
Actually, Li Qingshan had used the Spirit Turtle Suppresses the Seas to suppress everything, pacifying the restless ox demon and tiger demon. Like an old monk meditating, the spirit turtle sank into the sea, unmoving. Of course, this was also because the Annihilum Light Chan Master had never used his true abilities. Otherwise, all Li Qingshan could do was retreat in a hurry or transform into his daemon form and fight.
"Is this the special cultivation technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga?" Li Qingshan asked with a smile.
"Looks like you're quite open-minded. You do indeed have some affinity with the buddha."
"What? The Chant of Deva-Nāga? "The monks were all surprised. Apart from Little Ann, no one else had sensed anything during the probing and clash Just Now.
"May I teach it to Little Ann?" Li Qingshan asked in a probing manner.
… …
Li Qingshan arrived on Benevolence island alone and sighed inside, "This phoenix feather sure isn't easy to come by!"
"This secret art is different from other martial arts. Only Senior Brother Abbot is qualified to teach it, and he has to go through many tests."
This was the Annihilum Light Chan Master's reply. As an eminent monk of buddhism, he would never lie, let alone lie about something so important that everyone knew about.
Li Qingshan was helpless too. He had agreed to pay a visit to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga with Little Ann once he dealt with the matter of the Clear River prefecture. This was Little Ann's intentions in the first place, so the Annihilum Light Chan Master had nothing else to say. He left Little Ann behind to continue his lecture.
As Li Qingshan walked towards the school of Medicine, he was still thinking about the second story that Ru Xin had told him. At the time, he had been too anxious about Little Ann to care about it, but now that he thought about it, he felt that it had a profound meaning.
Although Ru Xin's mouth was not forgiving, she had never really tried to extort his spirit stones. He could feel that even if he did not care and was willing to give, she would not take it.
After listening for a while, he discovered that Ru Xin was not on Benevolence island. She had gone to the library on Contention island.
Suddenly, he felt an extremely resentful gaze land on him. Li Qingshan raised his head and saw a twisted face behind a window. It was rather familiar. It was Chu Tian.
Li Qingshan waved his hand with a smile, but the face became even more twisted. At this moment, another woman arrived at the window. To no surprise, it was Qian Rongzhi. She glanced at Li Qingshan with a rather strange expression before closing the curtains.
"Is he protecting his food?"
… …
"Little Tian, stop looking. There will be a day when you become even more powerful than him." There was no pity in Qian Rongzhi's gaze. Instead, it was filled with trust and eagerness.
No man could resist a gaze like this when they were down on their luck. Chu Tian was no exception. He shuddered and threw himself into Qian Rongzhi's arms, sobbing.
"I don't have anything anymore!?"
Qian Rongzhi gently rubbed his head with her glove. Her gaze was as gentle as a mother's, looking at her down on her child.
However, the hell snake became restless. It slithered around her body reluctantly. She comforted it like a mother.
"Don't worry. There'll be food very soon."
Chu Tian had indeed lost many things. After Ru Xin brought him back to Benevolence island, his symptoms of qi deviation stabilised miraculously. Afterwards, Qian Rongzhi rushed over. Her eyes were red as she stuttered.
Under Chu Tian's interrogation, she finally told him an extremely unfortunate piece of news. When he was in secluded cultivation, the two women who had come to the School of the Family with him had both died in the chaos of war. He and the two women were childhood friends, so they were extremely close.
Chu Tian was overcome with grief. He suffered qi deviation once more and almost lost his life.
Afterwards, a miracle happened to him once more. He barely managed to keep his life, as if the heavens were truly watching over him. However, his cultivation had regressed drastically.
"You still have me!" Qian Rongzhi turned her head away as if she could not bear it anymore. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
And, I'm the only one left!
The viper hissed.
… …
"Uncle Fu, why are you here?"
Li Qingshan arrived at the Depository and saw a familiar person, Sun Fubai.
The sunlight shone through the window, and Sun Fubai laid on a rocking chair leisurely as he read a book. It was just like when they first met.
"Qingshan, you've come."
Only after a conversation did Li Qingshan learn that the Depository had always belonged to the school of Novels. The buildings on Contention island all had different responsibilities. Most of them were managed by people from various schools.
However, the school of Novels had almost fallen to the point where they could not even keep Cloudwisp Island. They had no younger brothers or teachers, so the Depository was managed by the school of Confucianism. Now, the school of Novels had pulled itself together and returned to the school!
At the crucial moment of breaking through to Foundation Establishment, Sun Fubai had unloaded the matters of the Cloudwisp Society and returned to the Depository to cultivate himself. Under his management, the Cloudwisp Society had become a complete organization. There was no need for him to personally attend to everything.
Books were piled up on shelves, the fragrance of wood refreshing the mind. However, in this extremely spacious building, it was sparse and not many people were here.
The chaos of war had yet to subside, and few people had any thoughts. Furthermore, the books related to cultivation were all on the higher floors. Below them were mostly historical books, and it was very difficult for cultivators to pay attention to them.
"Oh, Patriarch Ru, she's over there. She's already here. So she was waiting for you!"
"Yes! I'll go take a look!"
Li Qingshan had already sensed her presence. He passed through the mountains and finally found her in a corner!
There were many books piled on the table, but she didn't have a single one. She crossed her legs and placed them high on the table. She rested her head on her arms and smiled.
There were two floor-to-ceiling windows here, and the sunlight was shockingly bright. It dyed her black hair golden!
"What are you doing here?" Li Qingshan sat down in front of her. He picked up a book and flipped through a few pages before tossing it back on the table.
"Tell me the second story!"
"What story?"
"The story of the gods!"
Ru Xin put her legs down and waved her hand. The curtains fluttered and blocked the sunlight. Her face was shrouded in shadow. She crossed her arms and leaned forward on the table. She lowered her voice and said, "Do you know? There were originally many gods in the nine provinces! Naturally, these gods couldn't compare to the gods and buddhas. At most, the places that the gods were in charge of weren't big. One mountain, one river …
"Many of them were mountain spirits and water monsters. Perhaps they weren't very strong in the cultivation world, but to ordinary people, they were omnipotent. Furthermore, as long as they were in their own mountains and rivers, their strength would increase greatly, and they would have a different kind of power!
"What about now? Why is there no more?" Li Qingshan seemed to understand something, but he didn't get the gist of it.
"The Saint Emperor established the nine provinces, and there were no more gods in the world!"
"And then?"
"And then … there's no then. My story is finished!" Ru Xin waved her hand again, and the dazzling sunlight poured in.
"This is your story?" Li Qingshan's eyes widened.
"You didn't even pay me spirit stones. Why did I have to tell such a long story? If you want to know, read it yourself!" Ru Xin patted the stack of books. Dust rose and flew in the sunlight.
She stood up and was about to leave …
"Wait!" Li Qingshan called out to Ru Xin, but he didn't know where to start. He only felt that a certain idea in his mind was becoming clearer and clearer. His gaze swept across the tall stack of books in front of him. She must have spent a lot of effort to find these old books!
"Spit it out!"
"Even if you add the words' spit it out ', I'll be able to hear it more comfortably!" Li Qingshan's gaze swept past her perky bottom viciously. He was very tempted to slap her there!
He immediately abandoned the idea of being a close friend. Instead, he thought about how if he could press her down on his legs and spank her bottom viciously when she was blabbering and joking around, that would be the greatest enjoyment!
"Do I get spirit stones if I make you comfortable?" As soon as Ru Xin said that, she found it to be a little inappropriate.
Sure enough, Li Qingshan sniggered. "That'll depend on how you make me comfortable!"
Ru Xin turned around and left without another word.
Li Qingshan suddenly remembered something else. "Do you know what Qian Rongzhi is doing with Chu Tian?"
"In the Mist province, disturbing someone's hunt is even more severe than stealing someone's wife!" Ru Xin waved her hand without even looking back. She passed through the corridor of floor-to-ceiling windows and flickered, vanishing at the end of the corridor.
"Hunting? That's exactly what I was thinking. It's a pity that I have far too many prey, or I wouldn't mind poking my nose into it … "
Li Qingshan murmured to himself. He picked up the book he had tossed onto the table again and studied the cover carefully. The name had already blurred, and the style was extremely simple too. He could only make out two words. "God of Words …"
Unless something like that was stored in a treasure pouch and never taken out, it could not withstand the passage of time no matter how well it was protected.
For once, Li Qingshan settled down. Only then would he let down her painstaking efforts in searching for these things in the vast ocean.
The sunlight shifted, and time passed by slowly.
Just like what Ru Xin had said, the very beginning of the existence of gods was mainly divided into mountain gods and water gods. Mountain ranges and water veins could be refined like spiritual artifacts and arcane artifacts, except they did not pour their soul sense into them. Instead, they extracted a strand of their soul sense and condensed it into a god seal.
The founding emperor's unification of the world was not as simple as becoming invincible and appointing eight vassal kings and ten Daemon Kings. Otherwise, as soon as he passed away, the Great Xia empire would immediately collapse, returning to the age of chaos.
Instead, he carried out a series of procedures. One of the most important procedures was to forge the cauldrons of the nine provinces, and the materials for forging the cauldrons were the god seals collected from all over the world.
The nine cauldrons suppress the nine provinces. From then onwards, even if daemons could occupy mountain ranges and water veins again, they would not be able to refine them.
With the founding emperor's appearance, the world became devoid of gods. If you like this work, you're welcome to cast a recommendation vote or a monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation!
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