Chapter 2: Mount Saint Slaughter (Part 1)

Eagle Demon asked eagerly, “What method?”
Guo Shier said casually, “Shoot his little penis… shoot until he dies…” Only after saying that did he realize his mistake and quickly covered his mouth. Eagle Demon scratched his head and asked, “Shoot his little penis? What’s a little penis…?”
Monier also looked at Guo Shier curiously, making him break into cold sweat. He had simply blurted those words out because he was annoyed by that guy’s constant screaming. Gathering his courage, he said, “It means finding his weak point and attacking it… Ah, Uncle Eagle Demon, you have more experience than me. Decide for yourself.” He turned and went back into the tent, refusing to speak anymore.
Monier shook her head and returned to the tent as well. Only Eagle Demon remained, looking gloomily at the stubbornly silentmad master, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
Guo Shier had already retrieved the Flaming Sparrow and returned to the tent. He began to carefully examine his Life Talisman Ball. With the return of the Flaming Sparrow, he instinctively felt his soul growing stronger once again. This time, it was the power of the talisman fire that made his soul stronger. He noticed a strange phenomenon: the talisman fire absorbed into his soul gradually gathered together, swirling around the Life Talisman Ball. He wasn’t sure whether this was a good or bad sign.
He recited the scriptures once more to train his soul. This had become an ingrained habit for Guo Shier. After what seemed like a long time, he heard Eagle Demon calling from outside the tent, “Shier, come out!”
Only then did Guo Shier wake up. Sighing, he stepped out of the tent and asked, “Uncle Eagle Demon, haven’t you figured it out yet?”
Eagle Demon replied, “How could that be? Shier, don’t underestimate my skills!”
Kumu and Monier also came out. Kumu asked, “Tell us, where did they come from?”
Eagle Demon turned to look at themad master, who was now lifeless, and said, “Mount Saint Slaughter… They said they were from Mount Saint Slaughter, but I don’t know what that place is. That guy just said Mount Saint Slaughter would avenge him, then committed suicide… What a brave man, too bad.”
Kumu’s face remained cold, while Monier gave a bitter smile and said, “An old rival… They’re from the same continent as our Chenxiao Sect. Strange, how did they find us here?”
Guo Shier asked curiously, “An old rival? They’re old rivals of Chenxiao Sect?”
Kumu replied, “There’s no need to worry. Mount Saint Slaughter and Chenxiao Sect are roughly equal in strength; neither can truly defeat the other.”
Guo Shier was still puzzled. He asked, “If they’re old rivals, Master, you should be quite familiar with them. Why didn’t you realize they were from Mount Saint Slaughter after fighting for so long?”

Monier said, “Huh, baby, you’re right to be suspicious. Didn’t they recognize us as members of the Chenxiao Sect? Strange… they weren’t even wearing any special uniforms…”
Kumu said, “What’s so strange about that? They’re exploration teams sent out by Sacred Slaughter Mountain, not its true disciples… They’re all hired experts tasked with expanding territory outside. They don’t recognize anyone but only care about benefits.”
Guo Shier asked, “Does our Chenxiao Sect have such exploration teams too?”
Monier replied, “I guess so…” Her tone was uncertain. She never cared about the sect’s affairs. Her father was the sect leader, but she had almost no interest in them.
Kumu said, “What do you mean ‘I guess so’? Of course, Chenxiao Sect has exploration teams, and they’re quite strong. But the exploration teams and the sect have a mutually beneficial relationship—what they gain requires the sect to pay a heavy price.”
Guo Shier immediately understood and said, “So, if they die during exploration, Sacred Slaughter Mountain might not stand up for them?”
Kumu nodded in approval. “That’s exactly it.” He added, “Of course, if they find something valuable to exchange with Sacred Slaughter Mountain, then it will send its experts… But we don’t need to worry. Even if their experts come, we don’t care.”
Monier said, “Why hasn’t Fatty come back after being gone for so long?”
Guo Shier wondered, “Masteress, Uncle Fatty hasn’t been gone for long.”
Monier sighed and hugged Guo Shier. “Baby, I’m frustrated too. Staying here for so long has made me irritable…” Guo Shier agreed. Having lived here for over half a year, he also felt extremely annoyed—people’s temper really could get extremely bad.
Guo Shier said, “Once Uncle Fatty returns, we’ll head back to Beifu Gate.” He thought that perhaps Master Luo Jie and Grandpa Nanshan had already returned, and he really missed the two elders.
Monier said, “Mm, after we go back, take your people with us, and we’ll return to Chenxiao Sect.”
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Two days later, Fatty Zhu Juan arrived at the Yanhu Secret Realm with a large group. His return to report to the sect caused a huge sensation. A natural talisman fire zone—what an amazing discovery! This was something essential for advanced professionals; once obtained, it could ignite one’s soul fire.

The rune gate swung wide open, and Zhu Juan was the first to emerge, followed closely by the Great Sage Yan Long, then a group of sage masters in purple robes, and afterward hundreds of inner sect disciples in silver robes, including several professional experts at the Mad Sage level. As soon as they entered, they saw a vast area of natural rune fire, and each of them showed expressions of astonishment and ecstasy. Yan Long stared intently at the extensive natural rune fire, unable to hide the joy on his face. He sighed, “Was this discovered by Guo Shier? That kid is really lucky… Natural rune fire…”

Monier stepped forward and said, “This place has already been discovered by the exploration team from Holy Slaughter Mountain. We killed two squads, but one escaped, so… we need to be careful and avoid being ambushed.”

Yan Long shrugged indifferently, “This secret realm belongs to our Chenxiao Sect. Holy Slaughter Mountain… Hmph, at worst we just fight a battle. It’s nothing serious.”

Kumu said, “For this discovery, the sect will award points to Guo Shier. We’re leaving.”

The group of sage masters around Yan Long all showed envious expressions. Such a secret realm, with such a large area of natural rune fire, could bring a great deal of sect points to Guo Shier, allowing him to enjoy many premium benefits from the sect.

“You go ahead. We’ll deal with the people from Holy Slaughter Mountain.”

Yan Long laughed again and said, “It seems like you’ve already collected quite a bit of rune fire. Heh, let’s get started. Remember… make sure to bring back a certain amount of rune fire for the sect.”

Guo Shier felt amused. He knew that most of the rune fire here had already been collected by his master and Uncle Fat. Although there was still some left, the high-quality rune fire had almost been taken care of. He planned to open the rune gate immediately and said, “Master, Masteress, Uncle Fat, Uncle Eagle Demon, let’s go back.” He didn’t want to stay another moment.

Kumu said just one word: “Go!”

Yan Long suddenly looked up and said, “Heh, quite a few people have arrived… Muto, don’t leave yet. We might need to finish this battle first!”

Kumu shook his head slightly. He knew well that this battle would be tough to win.

A howling sound came from the horizon, with dozens of rune lights flashing in the air. Guo Shier couldn’t help but exclaim, “Damn! So many people are coming?” Monier came to his side and said, “Natural rune fire is still very attractive. At least dozens of people have come.”

Yan Long said, “Go meet them!” He took the lead and flew forward. As soon as he moved, everyone else followed, creating a spectacular sight. A large group of people were flying in the air, with even the lowest-ranked ones being experts at the Master level—their presence was truly intimidating.

The people from Mount Saint Slaughter clearly didn’t expect so many professionals to appear here. They quickly gathered in the air, stopped moving forward, and hovered there waiting.
Guo Shier said, “It’s not an exploration team!”
Monier asked curiously, “How do you know?”
Guo Shier replied, “They have uniform clothing… The exploration team we saw earlier had messy outfits.”
Monier was stunned and said, “Baby, you’re really observant. Mount Saint Slaughter favors black, while our Chenxiao Sect favors purple. Most of those men in black are Saint Masters… I wonder if there’s a Grand Saint Master. If not, this time it’s us who win.”
Yan Long waved his hand slightly, telling everyone to stay in the air. He led Kuumu and another old man in purple forward. Kuumu’s strength ranked among the top three among Saint Masters, and he was highly renowned in the Chenxiao Sect, so Yan Long brought him along to confront the enemy.
Guo Shier mixed among the Saint Masters in purple and watched the other side curiously. From Monier, he learned that the opposing party was a large sect no less powerful than the Chenxiao Sect, and it was even on the same continent. Most of those skilled men in black were gray-bearded elders, similar to the Saint Masters of the Chenxiao Sect.
Three elders flew out from the group in black and headed toward Yan Long and the others.
The leader among them was very muscular, with his white hair tied into two thick braids. Guo Shier couldn’t help but laugh—those braids were just like those of the little girls he had seen in his past life, hanging down on either side of his shoulders. He had a square face, and his snow-white sword-like eyebrows almost stood upright, exuding a fierce aura.
Guo Shier asked softly, “Master, who are these people?”
Monier replied, “These are famous experts from Mount Saint Slaughter—high-level Spell Saint Masters at the Eighth Rank. They’re extremely powerful, on par with your master, and just one step away from becoming Grand Saint Masters. They’re very well-known in our sect; many people know them.”
“The Eighth Rank? That name sounds strange.”
Guo Shier asked, “Who’s stronger, him or my master…”
Monier shook her head. “I don’t know. Their reputations are similar, but as for their strength… it’s hard to say. They’ve never fought each other.”
Yan Long said with a smile, “Eighth Rank, what brings you here? This is territory of our Chenxiao Sect.”
Eighth Rank frowned, his snow-white sword-like eyebrows standing upright, looking quite strange. An unusual pressure was immediately released. He said indifferently, “Since when has this become territory of the Chenxiao Sect? I didn’t know about it. This was discovered by Mount Saint Slaughter’s exploration team…”
Kuumu said coldly, “Nonsense!”

Yah Chong shouted, “Withered Wood! Others fear you… but I’m not afraid!”
Withered Wood gave him a bone-chilling glance and ignored him completely, infuriating Yah Chong to the point of nearly losing control.
Yan Long said, “Since you’re not afraid of anything, hehe, then let’s fight… The winner stays, the loser leaves, and the loser must never return!”
Yah Chong was furious, “Yan Long! This isn’t fair! Unless you don’t fight… How dare you, a Great Sage, fight us?”
Yan Long smiled and said, “I dare!”
Yah Chong swallowed hard, speechless—this was too shameless. He snapped, “Don’t think just because your Chenxiao Sect has a Great Sage, our Sacred Slaughter Mountain doesn’t too!”
Yan Long smiled broadly, “Of course I know. That’s why… today’s battle will decide everything!” He intended to take advantage of their lack of a Great Sage to drive them away.