Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 296 - 151: Dispel the Mind-Ape, Fists Subdue Mountains, Sword Shatters the Great Dao

Chapter 296: Chapter 151: Dispel the Mind-Ape, Fists Subdue Mountains, Sword Shatters the Great Dao

Fan Wubing suddenly plunged into the deep abyss, the feeling of weightlessness jolting him awake.

Rain, wind, night, the icy moonlight, and the dreadful sound of crying.

"Wuwuwuwu... Lord Envoy, hold on... we’re almost there..."

Fan Wubing tried to open his eyes, but it was as if his soul hadn’t reconnected with his body, and he couldn’t open them.

At a certain moment, he felt the person carrying him come to a stop.

A dry, hoarse voice sounded. Someone said to him, "Lord Envoy, please stay here. Stay here. Don’t make a sound. I... I am of no use. For three hundred years, no one has worshiped, and I’ve long forgotten the taste of incense fire. It was Lord Envoy who reminded me, I... I was originally a Mountain God. My duty is to protect this mountain and river, to protect the common people, to bring peace and blessings. But I can protect nothing. I’ve always been fleeing, an unworthy Mountain God, ashamed of my sacred form!"

Heavy panting sounded, "Now, I cannot escape anymore. If I run again, who will protect Lord Envoy?"

Sounds of rising to feet, "Lord Envoy, I actually have a name besides Queyu Mountain God. It’s ’Qingxuan.’ This name I gave myself after becoming human; I don’t even know if it sounds nice. Alas... Lord Envoy, the little god departs!"

Hurried footsteps sounded again, and quickly faded away.

...

"Chan’Er? What’s wrong?" On the swaying carriage, Fu Manman suddenly noticed Xianchan becoming restless, uncommonly furrowing his brows, the blood patterns on his face faintly appearing.

They were on their way to Celestial Balance Upper City.

Xianchan lifted the curtain and looked out in a certain direction.

"Chan’Er?" Fu Manman bit Xianchan’s shoulder.

Xianchan retreated into the carriage, eyes wide as he looked at Fu Manman, and suddenly tears flowed down.

"What’s wrong, Chan’Er, are you feeling unwell?" Fu Manman hurriedly embraced Xianchan, soothingly asking.

Xianchan painfully squatted down, the blood patterns on his face pulsating like throbbing veins.

Fu Manman quickly took out the blood-made pastry left by Fan Wubing before leaving, "Chan’Er, eat quickly!"

Xianchan shook his head desperately.

Fu Manman was terribly anxious, "What on earth is happening? Draw me a picture and show me."

Xianchan tremblingly used the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill taught by Fan Wubing, to draw a picture.

After viewing the painting’s content, Fu Manman almost fainted.

She laughed dryly, "This... how is it possible. How could it be possible. How could he die. No way, Chan’Er. You’re joking with your sister."

Xianchan just looked at her with tear-filled eyes.

Fu Manman’s heart suddenly became exceedingly calm.

She sat up straight, staring straight ahead. Her gaze became incomparably distant, the vibrant colors of the world collapsing bit by bit in her eyes.

She asked, "Where is he?"

Xianchan pointed towards the northeast.

Fu Manman told the driver outside, "Change direction, to the northeast."

The driver felt her voice was so cold, as if it pulled the nearly finished winter back to December.

...

"What is Mr. He thinking about?"

A gentle and youthful lady saw He Youyi standing by the window for a long time without moving, couldn’t help but curiously ask.

He Youyi furrowed his brows deeply, "There’s unease in my heart."

"Why?"

"I fear an old friend is gone."

"Who?"

"I don’t know."

...

The Mountain God was running madly in the rain. He wasn’t descending but ascending the mountain. This mountain that had frightened him for three hundred years.

The corners of his eyes were nearly splitting, his small stature now shrouded with a giant’s aura.

This aura grew stronger with every step, with every shortening distance to the summit.

The dirt layer upon layer on his sacred form was peeling away, returning to its former radiant appearance.

At this moment, 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

he truly seemed like a Mountain God.

No. In his heart, at this moment, he firmly believed that he was a Mountain God, the Queyu Mountain God absent for three hundred years, now returning.

The Mountain God must protect a region.

This was what he thought.

On the way up the mountain, he didn’t stumble once again, his steps always landing on solid ground. It was as if he knew this mountain intimately.

Finally,

he stood before Wang Shi.

Gazing at that terrifying twisted ghost mask, he shouted in a deep voice, "I am the Queyu Mountain God, no passage beyond this point!" His voice was like a resonant bell, his spirit like a raging dragon.

Wang Shi’s mung bean-like eyes spun around, speaking with a demonic voice quivering in his throat, "Pitiful guy."

He dashed forward, breaking even the road beneath, and punched the Mountain God in the face. The latter was directly blasted away, embedded into the mountain wall.

"Pitiful."

Wang Shi shook his head, looking down the mountain, his eyes brewed with excitement, feeling like it would eventually become a fine wine enjoyed by disease.

He hadn’t walked far when suddenly he saw a miserable body crawling out from the mountain wall.

The Mountain God’s head had almost turned to mush hanging by the neck. His voice was faint and low, "I am the Queyu Mountain God, beyond..." He shouted with force, "No passage!"

Wang Shi frowned, saying disgustedly, "That’s like a cockroach. Even if squashed, it doesn’t bring satisfaction, only disgust."

He stepped forward, swinging again, instantly piercing through the Mountain God’s abdomen, smashing him once more into the mountain wall.

The Mountain God’s sacred form shattered.

The already fleeting Incense Fire God’s radiance scattered into the mountain forest, emitting a gleaming light.

The Mountain God lay within the cliff, breathing with difficulty, he turned his head to look in Wang Shi’s direction. The gleaming light from the Incense Fire God’s radiance mingled with the cold moonlight, creating a beautiful scene. Beautiful like it was for his funeral.