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  On a high mountain outside the Temple of River God, Xuan Kong was still wearing a skirt made of green leaves, revealing her jade-white arms and small feet, with eyebrows like distant mountains and lips like peach blossoms. Upon closer inspection, her long hair that almost reached the ground was not black, but rather dark green.

  At this moment, in her eyes, the star power that fell from the sky above a large section of the river centered on Xiuchunwan River God Temple was all drawn to the temple by an invisible force. When he saw the affected section of the river, he was shocked, because it wasn't just the section from Xiuchunwan to Evil Dragon Gorge, but all the way down to Fenglintan and up to Jingshatan. The entire nearly two hundred miles of river had already been affected by Chen Jing, and the spiritual energy of the nearly two hundred miles of river was flowing towards Xiuchunwan, although some of it scattered along the way, most of it was collected in the River God Temple.

  That day when Yan Luoniang returned, Chen Jing hadn't cultivated yet, so they didn't see this strange phenomenon. If they had seen it, naturally they wouldn't have said that this place was devoid of spiritual energy.

  "Mysterious and profound, I secretly thought: 'No wonder the princess would let me come invite him to be a guardian, it turns out he's already become this powerful.'"

  A gust of wind blew, and Xuan Kong's black hair fluttered, but his body was blown away like dust. The next moment, a clear breeze swept across the front of the River God Temple, and then a mountain spirit-like woman appeared.

  She emerged, and what caught her eye was a young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a rather disheveled braid, sitting on a brick, looking back at her with extremely lively eyes. Next to her was a large water buffalo, its horns like crescent moons, staring at her with a pair of ox eyes. On the right side of the River God Temple was a red shrimp, about the size of a pig, with a pincer grasping a bright sword, as if ready to charge and kill her; in her mind, this was a troublemaker. On the left side was a blue-green shell, the size of a millstone, shrouded in mist, looking very calm.

  Not far away in the grass, there was a black and white snake with its body hidden behind a rock, only its head exposed.

  "This snake is extremely venomous, its nature is cold and sinister. If it were to transform into a human, it would definitely be a poisonous person." Xuan Kong only took one glance at the snake and came to this conclusion. He then followed with a glance at the nightingale standing still on the tree branch, looking at its golden eyes that stared unblinkingly at him, giving him a feeling of being seen through. In his heart, he speculated that if this nightingale were to grow up, it would definitely have some sort of divine power related to its eyes.

  She finally looked at the master of the temple, Chen Jing, who was sitting on the threshold. The misty air made it impossible to see his face clearly, and she didn't even know if he was looking at her. She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him, when she had been ordered to escort Chen Jing into the mountains. At that time, Chen Jing's expression had been gloomy and defeated, his eyes red from crying, and his face deathly pale, as if he might die at any moment. The second time she saw him was when Chen Jing transformed into a butterfly and entered the Cui Ping Mountain. By then, she could no longer see through Chen Jing. Now, Chen Jing just sat there, giving her an unfathomable feeling that only Cui Ping Niang Niang had given her among all the gods she had seen. All other gods, no matter how powerful their magical abilities were, seemed to have a limit to their powers.

  Cuipingshan Xuan Kong pays respects to the River God.

  Chen Jing naturally knew her, it was she who brought him into Cuiping Mountain back then. At that time, she was high above Chen Jing, coming from the clouds and mist in the mountains, and heading towards the depths of the forest. To Chen Jing at that time, Xu Kong's was so profound and mysterious, he still remembered thinking that if he could have a maid's magical powers, he would be content.

  "The humble temple is simple and unadorned, with no tea or wine to offer as hospitality, I hope you will excuse us."

  Chen Jing stood up and said to Xuan Kong, who smiled slightly before immediately wiping the smile off his face. To him, all those courtesies of tea and wine were just empty formalities, something only humans would bother with. Even among humans, sworn enemies might still put on a smiling face.

  "Transform into a maiden form and I'll ask you to protect me."

  "When?"

  "Three days later, at midnight, bring heavenly calamity and cross over."

  "Good." Chen Jing replied immediately, without a moment's hesitation.

  Xuan Kong's thoughts were indeed as clear-cut as the princess had said, with a strong sense of justice and decisive action. However, everything still depended on his performance three days later, and she was still worried because the princess had only invited Chen Jing to provide protection. But she understood that none of her own princess's enemies were weaklings.

  At the time of leaving, Xuan Kong still said a sentence: "I hope you can really come."

  This time Chen Jing did not answer, but just looked at Xuan Kong as he walked away into the sky.

  Chen Jing was thinking to himself that even Cuiping Niangniang had not transformed, and he did not know that in the past thousand years, truly transforming into a physical form was extremely rare, most were just illusions. As for helping people with their Buddhist dharma, Chen Jing had some experience, that year when Guishan was crossing his tribulation at Evil Dragon Gorge, it could be said that it was Chen Jing's dharma that protected him.

  "River God, who is she?" asked Big Red Shrimp loudly.

  "The demon spirit under the divine seat of Cuiping Mountain."

  "Why did she come to ask He Sheng for protection then?"

  "Because I once borrowed a spell from Cui Ping Niang when I was driven to desperation by the Carp Demon." Chen Jing looked up at the sky, as if seeing where the calamity thunder hidden in the nine heavens.

  The big red shrimp suddenly fell silent, and he was the one who had crossed the river temple with the carp spirit in those years. He couldn't help but look up at the river god temple made of carp spirit's bone scales, secretly rejoicing that he was still alive, and warning himself not to make the same mistake again. The same mistake is absolutely not allowed to happen twice. He remembered that the River God had said that no matter who, as long as they can achieve "not two mistakes", they will become a very remarkable person. He didn't know what "not two mistakes" meant, but he also wanted to achieve it.

  Sometimes three days are just a blink of an eye, sometimes many things can happen.

  It's only been a day, but Chen Jing has already felt that this land is no longer calm. Although he didn't see anyone appear in front of the River God Temple, he could sense it - a kind of spiritual energy fusion that had reached a certain level, producing a response. It was like throwing a stone into a still lake, stirring up ripples.

  Finally, someone came to the front of the River God Temple, but only stood there and looked around before leaving with disdain. Another person came, but walked away with a scrutinizing and puzzled gaze. There was also someone who stood beside the woman who dug up the River God Temple, chuckled and then went to the riverbank, stretched their hand into the water, and after a long time, took it out and disappeared into a wisp of clear smoke.

  Chen Jing didn't know them, but he could guess that they must have come because of Cui Ping Niang's transformation. He still remembered that when Guixuan transformed back then, even he himself didn't know about it, yet there were people who had calculated that he would transform during that time period and wanted to reap the benefits in the end. Now, the news of Cui Ping Niang's transformation was like something everyone in the world already knew.

  In a place outside the hundred-mile radius of Xiu Chun Wan, Yan Luo Niang was hiding in a broken temple with her senior brothers and sisters. The people who were previously dressed in bright clothes and looked like rich young masters were now either lying or leaning on the ground. The eldest senior brother was leaning against the broken statue, with a black bloodstain on his chest. The second senior sister's clothes were already tattered, and her originally cold and proud expression had disappeared. The others also looked panicked, including Luo Niang's seventh senior brother.

  They left the Embroidered Spring Bend and first encountered a monk, with whom Seventh Brother got into an argument and then engaged in a magical duel, suffering a crushing defeat. Next, they took turns fighting, and even Eldest Brother was at a disadvantage. This encounter left them feeling disheartened and defeated. Not long after, they met a Taoist carrying two purple swords on his back who asked for directions. However, what happened next shocked them - after asking for directions, the man didn't leave but instead challenged them to a fight. Everyone became enraged, and this battle was even more disastrous than the last one. At first, they took turns fighting again, and when Eldest Brother was about to be defeated, they all charged forward together. Then, two purple lights flashed before their eyes, and in an instant, they were covered in wounds.

  This second failure made them clearly realize that in this world there are many strong people lying in wait.

  But this third time made their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.

  This time they entered a valley with dense yin energy, where they saw a tree with black leaves and branches, as if it had been dyed with ink. A raven perched on the tree, and they felt that under the tree was a thick aura of evil spirits and vengeful souls. They wanted to rescue them but instead provoked mortal danger. Not only did they fail to save the lonely soul under the tree, but they also suffered severe injuries one by one. Moreover, there were pursuers behind them.

  They didn't know that this place was the entrance to the underworld where Qin Cheng led a group of immortals and gods into the underworld. They didn't know what the pursuer looked like, because danger always appeared when they thought they were safe. For several days in a row, they couldn't shake it off.

  Yan Luoniang sat cross-legged, holding a green lantern in her hand. The green lantern was entirely green, with transparent glass, but there was no flame or wick inside. For the past few days, everyone had been relying on the protection of the green lantern in her hand.

  "Yan Shimei, how much longer can you hold on?" asked the eldest senior brother who was leaning against one side.

  Yan Luoniang opened her eyes and took a look at the weak Da Shixiong, saying in a low voice: "If it goes on like this, he should be able to hold on for about ten more days."

  Her lamp in hand consumes a great deal of magic power every time it is used, and this is still the case even if she only uses it a few times a day to make it last until now. If she were to use it continuously, she fears that not even an hour would be possible. Although she meditates to recover her magic power whenever she has free time, her magic power continues to decrease drastically and cannot be recovered at all. However, the ten or so days she mentioned just now are not true, because she does not know if that enemy who comes and goes without a shadow is here or not, fearing being heard by it, so she intentionally mentions a longer period of time.