Above the Huai River, turbulent waves suddenly arose, as shrimp soldiers, crab generals, Yaksha water monsters, and others all rode the waves and rushed toward the commoners on the riverbank.
"You dare!"
Wen Zhong was instantly furious, the divine eye on his forehead opened, emitting a sudden burst of golden light that shot out over a thousand feet, enveloping the Huai River Water God.
The Huai River Water God was taken aback, under that golden light, he felt as though he was completely unable to move.
"Wen Zhong, do you truly not care about the life and death of those commoners below?"
Amidst his angry shout, he brandished a thick and long Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet, whipping up endless waves that transformed into a Water Dragon Tornado sweeping toward Wen Zhong.
Simultaneously, his body rapidly expanded hundreds of times in size, taking on a huge, round shape like a mountain, with eight immensely thick tentacles covered in dense suckers and sharp teeth all around, looking fierce and terrifying.
Wen Zhong quickly waved his golden Feather Fan.
A billion streaks of sword light reappeared in the Heavenly Vault.
Like a torrential flood, it swept toward the Huai River Water God.
"Boom!"
The torrent of sword light collided with the Water Dragon Tornado in mid-air, making a deafening sound!
Like thunder!
Clouds in the sky were torn into shreds by the agitated force.
Within the thundering sounds, the golden light and water waves confronted each other in the air for a moment, then one of the Water Dragon Tornadoes was directly pierced and dispersed by the torrent of sword light.
Even the Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet was sent flying upward, marked with dense, tiny scratches as if slashed by a million swords.
The Huai River Water God frantically summoned his Divine Power, calling forth multiple layers of water waves to shield himself, while frantically screaming:
"My children, eat those commoners on the shore!"
At his command, the Water Spirits River Monsters that emerged from the river went berserk, charging toward the crowd on the shore.
In that moment, whether rich commoners or witch priestesses, everyone was terrified and fled in all directions, the old, weak, and disabled who couldn't escape knelt on the ground shivering.
Just then.
"Roar!!!"
A dragon's roar echoed.
The voice was slightly immature, but the inherent dragon's might was indeed genuine.
The Water Spirits River Monsters, ready to massacre upon reaching the shore, seemed to see their natural predator, were so frightened that they lay flat on the ground, not daring to move!
"Dragon Clan!"
"You actually have the Dragon Clan as your helper!"
The Huai River Water God's eyes filled with horror. With a shriek, he tried to flee.
"You can't escape!"
Wen Zhong shouted loudly, brandishing his Feather Fan forcefully.
"Whoosh~"
A fierce ball of golden-red flames burst out, transforming into a three-legged Golden Crow with a wingspan of over a thousand feet in the air.
With a flap of its wings, it covered vast distances in an instant, quickly catching up to the Huai River Water God and firmly grasping him with its three claws.
The golden-red flames were intensely fierce, burning the Huai River Water God with a sizzling sound, his mountain-sized body rapidly carbonizing.
In just a blink of an eye, all that remained under the claws of the three-legged Golden Crow was a pile of black charcoal.
"Boom!"
The moment the corpse of the Huai River Water God fell, it immediately shattered, turning into fine powdered particles.
An Octopus Primordial Spirit screamed as it fled, shooting toward a temple on the shore.
"Wen Zhong, you can't kill me! These commoners can't live without me!"
"What if I do!"
Wen Zhong sneered, waving his Feather Fan again.
A billion streaks of sword light swept out together, instantly grinding that Primordial Spirit into powder.
It was over.
Wen Zhong slowly exhaled a long breath, then suddenly stumbled and fell through the clouds.
Only then did he realize that he was utterly without Mana inside his body, all of it had been drained by the treasure fan in his hand.
Fortunately, Kang appeared in time, supporting him back up, preventing him from becoming the first Jie Sect disciple in history to die from falling.
At this moment, screams came from the commoners on the shore.
"The Water God... has been killed!"
"The Water God is dead, who will bless us with favorable weather now!"
"Lord of Heaven, do not blame us, this has nothing to do with us!"
"Good riddance, that demon deserved to die long ago!"
"How dare you insult the Divine!"
"That's not a divine being at all! Didn't you see just now, it was an octopus that became a spirit!"
"That's right! It was a demon! Over the years, it has devoured no fewer than a thousand people from Linhuan Pass! It deserved to be killed!!!"
...
Listening to the fierce arguing of the citizens, Wen Zhong felt relieved.
It seems not everyone was deceived by that Water God.
He patted Dangkang, stepped on the Auspicious Cloud, and positioned himself high above the riverbank, looking down at these terrified people of the Human Race.
"I am Wen Zhong, a citizen of Chaoge, and also a Third-Generation Disciple of Jie Sect!"
"I heard of a water demon impersonating the Water God at Huai River, setting up obscene sacrifices to oppress the people, thus I came here to slay this fiend!"
"From now on, I shall patrol the Nine Provinces, Five Tribes, and Four Seas, and wherever there are Evil Gods causing chaos, I shall slay them!
Furthermore, those who assist these Evil Gods will not be spared either!"
Wen Zhong's words, like a solemn bell, rang in everyone's ears, trembling their hearts and minds, rendering them unable to utter any complaints.
Especially the witches and the wealthy, who were trembling in fear.
"Thank you, Immortal, for exterminating the demon for us!"
It was unknown who shouted this first; suddenly, the surrounding citizens regained their senses and also shouted in unison.
"Thank you, Immortal, for exterminating the demon for us!"
...
In that instant,
Wen Zhong felt an immense surge of pride.
Huai River Water God.
This was the first God he had killed.
And in the future, there would be many more Gods awaiting his sword!
Do you have the capability to handle this?
Regarding this question from the Huai River Water God, he already had the answer.
He might not have the capability himself, but behind him stood a fellow disciple, a master, and the entire Jie Sect!
So, he could handle it!
Thinking this, a sudden insight dawned in his mind.
The Divine Eye between his brows opened on its own, emitting a brilliant golden light.
At the same time, an extremely pure Immortal Spirit Qi emerged from nowhere and rapidly entered his body.
Starting from the Divine Eye, his physical body transformed at an incredibly fast speed towards an Immortal Body, emitting radiant Immortal Light in various colors.
Heavenly fragrance spread, immortal mists steamed.
The numerous citizens on the riverbank no longer harbored any doubts and knelt down, calling out "Living Immortal."
In that moment, Wen Zhong also realized why his fellow disciple had let him handle it on his own.
His connection to the mortal world was too strong, and his path to becoming an immortal was different from others.
Looking back, when he had first joined, his master had specifically built the Shoujing Temple for him, likely intending to let him eliminate some worldly desires.
Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to maintain the "tranquility."
"Elder Disciple."
Wen Zhong softly called out.
He knew his elder disciple must be nearby.
"What's up?"
As expected.
Wen Zhong smiled slightly, then seriously said: "I plan to stay in the mortal world. I heard that there are disciples in Great Shang serving as officials, cultivating by leveraging the Human Dao Destiny. I plan to follow suit... What do you think, Elder Disciple?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a tall figure appear in front of him, casually saying, "Not so good... But I have a few Secret Manuals here that might help if you are willing to learn."
Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, "What Secret Manuals?"
Yu Yuan, as if he was prepared, tossed several Jade Scrolls over.
Wen Zhong caught them, swept over them with his Divine Thought, and his expression immediately turned strange.
"Elder Disciple, I can somewhat understand these Nine Chapters of Mathematics, but this Art of War by Sun Tzu… Who is this Sun Tzu? Also, what in the world is maternal care for pigs?"
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