I Am Your Natural Enemy

Open the window and send the three Great Uncle Masters back.

Wen Yan glanced at the Nether Path Soul Lamp. It’s best to deal with this first, he thought.

Carrying the Nether Path Soul Lamp from Old Zhao’s Basement, he entered the Netherworld and placed this Nether Path Soul Lamp on the other side of the pathway.

Now it was symmetrical, with one lamp on the left of the pathway and another on the right.

The interweaving, pale green light enveloped the pathway entrance, emitting a chilling aura that even the mindless Ghosts instinctively avoided.

Wen Yan had initially been worried that the stone sculpture would be taken away by someone.

After he positioned Night Vigil Deity You Guang’s transformed stone Nether Path Soul Lamp, the sculpture seemed to fuse with the earth beneath it.

Good, there’s no need to worry anymore, Wen Yan thought.

Back home, Wen Yan couldn’t sleep, so he ended up practicing his punches in the backyard.

At the same time, other people in the Two Mountains and Five Ridges also received explosive news.

Mount Zhongnan Taiyi Temple had been personally stripped of its independent Impart Teaching qualification by their Ancestor.

From today onwards, there would only be the Two Mountains and Five Ridges.

In the future, if the remaining disciples of Taiyi Observatory wished to receive Impart Teaching, it wasn’t impossible.

They could only proceed like other temples: go through the formal procedure, pass multiple selections, and even after finally passing the assessments, it wouldn’t be over.

They still had to see which talisman, aside from the core Talismans of the Two Mountains and Five Ridges, was suitable for the disciple requesting Impart Teaching.

After that, they had to confirm if that particular talisman was available for Impart Teaching that year and if any quotas remained.

The competition involved would be fierce, and the requirements very strict.

The Impart Teaching Ceremonies were not held every year.

In previous years, attendees included not only people from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges but also some venerable seniors from outside these groups.

Fuyu Mountain was extremely strict with its own disciples; it had been many years since they had Imparted Teaching to any of their own.

Even Zhang Laoxi, who had made rapid progress in his cultivation this year and had notable achievements, had yet to receive Impart Teaching.

There were indeed some non-core talismans suitable for other Taoists, which over the years had been given to them during the Impart Teaching Ceremonies.

The qualification for independent Impart Teaching was the core foundation of the Three Mountains and Five Ridges—or, to put it bluntly, their core interest.

Taiyi Observatory had lost this, and even if rebuilt, it would no longer be qualified to be referred to as Mount Zhongnan.

More details started to spread among the Two Mountains and Five Ridges and elsewhere.

The Mount Mao Sect Master stood outside the main gate, watching the rising sun, holding a phone in his hand.

After listening, he sighed deeply.

”The Old Celestial Master personally intervened, his Yin Spirit Leaving the Body. What on earth did he say to Immortal Chongyang to make him take such decisively harsh measures? Alas, they truly brought this upon themselves; it’s irredeemable.

The Old Celestial Master has been suppressing that place with all his might for so long, never resting for a single day all these years. Who would have thought that fellow Ji Mingzi would be so crazy as to open another fissure? Thankfully, only a few Night Vigil Deities came through. If more troublesome entities had crossed over, it would have meant devastation for all creatures, a heavy karma no one could bear. Still, even knowing just this much is enough for Immortal Chongyang to personally clean house.”

At this point, the Mount Mao Sect Master paused, looking towards Huang Zhiji.

”You are to continue your journey down the mountain and not return for three years. That damn Ji Mingzi, so lost to his obsession! It’s unlikely only a couple of Night Vigil Deities came through. Other things must have seized the chance to enter the mortal world.

They say ’traveling ten thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books.’ If you want to master the Lightning Thunder Punch, you need not only martial training but also real combat experience.

Considering the current rate of the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, if other entities have appeared and remain undiscovered, they are inevitably related to Nether Souls.

This is precisely the time to bring glory to Mount Mao and uphold our Dao. Go down the mountain and gain experience. You have three years. When you can withstand one punch from me without dying, only then may you return.”

Huang Zhiji, who moments ago was marveling at the rapid turn of events and enjoying the unfolding drama, stared at his master, completely dumbfounded.

”Master???”

Ten minutes later, Huang Zhiji gazed at the closed mountain gate, utterly bewildered.

Then, he saw the mountain gate open again. A smile touched his lips, and he was about to speak when he saw his suitcase and all his belongings come flying out.

Then, with a THUD, the gate slammed shut. Judging by the sound, it seemed even the bolts had been latched from behind.

Down the slopes of Mount Qingcheng, Qing Xuzi hung up the phone, his expression full of lament.

Qing Xuzi mused, One of the Three Mountains is gone, just like that. It seems the pressure ahead will be immense. Otherwise, the Old Celestial Master wouldn’t have been so resolute.

It’s good in a way. Some people within the Three Mountains and Five Ridges have grown arrogant since the Spiritual Qi Resurgence began. They truly needed a bucket of cold water poured over them from head to toe.

From now on, if anyone wants to cross the line, they’ll have to consider if they’re willing to risk digging up the very foundations their ancestors laid. This is quite good; the Old Celestial Master has asserted his authority for once. It will stop certain people from always assuming he’s only slightly stronger than others.

Qing Xuzi headed back to Mount Qingcheng. He needed to rein in his disciples and see which ones required a harsh lesson.

If any are going astray, it’s better to correct them privately, even if it means a sound thrashing at home. That’s far preferable to them going out and causing some catastrophic disaster that implicates the entire Mountain Sect.

Especially the Ghosts of Qingcheng. As the Spiritual Qi Resurgence fueled their evolution, these Ghosts might also lose control if not kept in check.

Qing Xuzi mused further, I have a profound obligation to be the first to douse those Ghosts with a bucket of cold water.