92: Looking for a fairy? Daoist friend, you are going to die!

The hundred-foot-tall Golden Body Avatar directly slammed down with a palm.

Quiet Void Taoist didn't even have time to scream before he was easily extinguished.

Watching Quiet Void Taoist turn to ashes in the golden light of Yang Si, Li Yan experienced just how vast the gap was between cultivation and false cultivation.

He was at the first layer of the Golden Core Realm, while Quiet Void Taoist had strength above the fifth layer of the Blood Core Realm.

Li Yan merely made a slight move and killed this old ghost of the Blood Core Realm.

This showed that in the Dharma-ending Age, blood magic cultivators were simply incomparable to immortal Cultivators of the same rank.

Looking at Quiet Void Taoist, who had already turned to dust, Li Yan shook his head.

"The Blood Core painstakingly formed by blood magic cultivators in the Dharma-ending Age cannot compare to a true Golden Core."

After dealing with Quiet Void, Li Yan turned his gaze towards the sacred mountain in the distance.

The towering peak was still clearly visible even from hundreds of miles away.

Mi Mountain Sacred City was there, and he wondered what new changes Mi Mountain City would undergo after he altered history.

Li Yan gazed into the distance at the cloud-shrouded city on the mountaintop and couldn't help but mutter.

"Zenmatsu invited me to Mi Mountain City to find her. With my current status, can I meet her or her descendants?"

"I'll take it one step at a time. It would be best if I could find clues about Ember Immortal."

Li Yan raised his hand and began to inspect the Storage Rings on his hand.

These rings were all offerings from various Sect Masters during the Divine Tomb Battle.

They say that wealth should not be exposed. In a dream, he could strike hard, but in reality, it was better to keep a low profile.

Wearing a pile of Storage Rings would only attract unnecessary trouble.

He threw all the Storage Rings into his Storage Pouch, leaving only the worst ninth-grade ring on his hand.

Li Yan then began to examine the Storage Ring left by Shadow Old Demon.

"Sect airship..."

"Floating palace."

"Heavenly Demon Cauldron Pill Furnace."

"These are not suitable for display. I'll just choose a Drifting Leaf Boat."

Li Yan hid all the good things and only took out a simple and unadorned flying Magical Artifact.

Carrying Corpse Puppet Su Mo, the two rode the Drifting Leaf Boat together and flew towards Mi Mountain City.

With Li Yan's current cultivation, he traversed hundreds of miles in an instant, arriving at the foot of Mi Mountain City.

He remembered that the last time he came, Mi Mountain City was holding some Dharma Propagation Conference, and he wasn't allowed in.

After returning from changing history in the dream, Li Yan found that this time, there was no one blocking the entrance to Mi Mountain City.

Mi Mountain City Cultivators stood in front of the checkpoint, monitoring the movements of passersby.

Both ordinary people and Cultivators could move freely.

Li Yan, standing on the Drifting Leaf Boat, stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"The common people haven't been enslaved by blood magic cultivators?"

"It seems history must have changed..."

Just as he was observing the passersby, a familiar figure caught Li Yan's attention.

He saw a Taoist, dressed in simple coarse cloth, distributing talisman water to the poor people in the distance.

The Taoist shouted, "Come, come, don't miss it! Have a bowl of Dragon Tiger Mountain talisman water, it cures all diseases! No silver, no money!"

And in front of his small stall, people lined up, looking eagerly at the talisman water on the table.

Seeing this scene, Li Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Talisman water?"

"I seem to remember this strange Taoist. What was his name again? Zhang Jiao?"

Li Yan recalled that when he came to Mi Mountain City before, he also saw Zhang Jiao setting up a small stall, distributing talisman water for free to the common people.

The so-called talisman water, however, was mixed with meat and congee rice.

This scene felt somewhat familiar.

Just as Taoist Zhang Jiu was distributing talisman water to the common people, several white-robed Cultivators from Mi Mountain City walked up to Zhang Jiu.

"Zhang Jiu, it's you again?"

"Isn't this Taoist Zhang Jiu, who calls himself Longhu Heavenly Master?"

The two white-robed Cultivators spoke sarcastically, mocking Zhang Jiu.

Zhang Jiu, however, replied with a playful smile, "Two Taoist Masters, what I, Zhang Jiu, give to the common people is talisman water. How can you slander my innocence out of thin air?"

The white-robed Cultivator pointed at the rice and meat in the wooden bucket: "How come this talisman water is mixed with rice and meat? And you still say you're not distributing congee?"

"Distributing congee must be reported uniformly. If anyone distributes congee without the Venerable's permission, all their property will be confiscated!"

As the white-robed Cultivator spoke, he kicked over Zhang Jiu's wooden bucket.

The meat and rice in the wooden bucket instantly spilled all over the ground. The common people nearby, seeing this, disregarded their image.

They all knelt on the bluestone road, picking up the rice and meat from the ground and stuffing it into their mouths.

Watching the wooden bucket being kicked over, Zhang Jiu didn't get angry. He replied with a laugh.

"Two Taoist Masters, is there some misunderstanding?"

"My Dragon Tiger Mountain's talisman water has this unique formula."

"You ask the common people, isn't what I'm giving them talisman water?"

The common people nearby, while putting the meat and rice into their mouths.

They shouted indistinctly, "For so many years, this talisman water has always been this formula!"

"Whether this talisman water is real or fake, how can we common people not know?"

"Taoist Master, there's talisman ash in here. Would you eat congee mixed with talisman ash?"

"You say that's distributing congee, I say this is talisman water!"

Facing the arguments of the common people, the white-robed Cultivators could only snort coldly.

"Next time I see you distributing congee here, be careful or I'll send you to the Snow Mountain Sky Prison."

The white-robed Cultivator threw down this harsh remark, his boots stepping over the congee on the ground, and swaggered away.

The common people, however, didn't care about the dirt, picking up the grains of rice from the bluestone road one by one.

Looking at the overturned wooden bucket, Zhang Jiu shook his head helplessly and began to pack his things.

As he picked up the two wooden buckets, Zhang Jiu asked curiously.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been watching for a long time. Is there something on my face?"

This Zhang Jiu, who called himself Longhu Heavenly Master, turned to look at Li Yan.

He had noticed Li Yan a long time ago, finding that Li Yan had been watching him from the side.

Looking at Li Yan, Zhang Jiu showed a puzzled expression: "This gentleman looks familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

"A few days ago, outside the city, we had a brief encounter."

Li Yan replied calmly, and then asked in return.

"Your Excellency calls himself Longhu Heavenly Master. Could it be that your Ancestral Master is the Dragon Tiger Immortal from thirty thousand years ago?"

Zhang Jiu was slightly startled upon hearing this: "Oh?"

"I thought my Dragon Tiger Mountain Sect had long since declined."

"I didn't expect anyone to still remember the Dragon Tiger Immortal, the founding Ancestral Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Immortal Law Era, over thirty thousand years ago!"

He was clearly very surprised.

In this Dharma-ending Age where everyone cultivated Blood Law, Li Yan, this young man, actually knew about things from thirty thousand years ago.

That was the Ancient Immortal Law Era; few young people nowadays knew about it.

"To think that my Dragon Tiger Mountain Sect has completely declined, and its Taoist temple has been occupied by others."

"This humble Taoist, Zhang Jiu, is the seven hundred ninety-fourth generation Disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the only surviving inheritor of Dragon Tiger Mountain."

After speaking, Zhang Jiu sighed, "It's a pity that Spiritual Qi is weak now. I have cultivated bitterly for fifty years, and I am still only a Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage."

Qi Refinement Stage?

Li Yan raised an eyebrow, discovering that this person in front of him had not cultivated Blood Law, but had instead persisted on the path of immortal cultivation.

In the Dharma-ending Age, everyone chose false cultivation to quickly improve their cultivation.

Now, the number of people who could still persist in true cultivation could almost be counted on one hand.

Seeing this, Li Yan lowered his voice and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you know Ember Immortal?"

As soon as Li Yan asked this question, Zhang Jiu's face instantly changed dramatically.

"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to get yourself killed!"