Wang Daifu now regrets that the old dog he raised has sohow turned into a demon.
His legs are as weak as noodles, trembling uncontrollably, and he can only manage a stiff smile:
"Uncle Cai, the two dogs, big and small, that you brought back are too vicious when they eat humans. They'll alarm the Martial Arts Hall in the County City sooner or later."
The old dog Wang Daifu raised was previously called "Fortune."
Now that it has transford, its status has naturally risen.
It needs to be called "Uncle" as a sign of respect.
"I will discipline them. They've only recently transford into demons and haven't shed their natural instincts, so they are a bit unruly."
The old dog mimics a human drinking tea, wearing a satin robe that covers its fur, making it quite resemble a village squire.
"Master, as long as Zhao Erzi guards the ferry and stops anyone from sending ssages, Black River County won't notice.
A few days from now, it'll be Celestial Fiend Day; when the Turbid Tide rises, all ten miles around the town will suffer a disaster."
Wang Daifu listens in confusion, having no idea what Celestial Fiend Day ans, nor understanding the implication of Turbid Tide.
The old dog recites chanically, explaining:
"The Turbid Tide is an unstoppable calamity, manifesting in the world as an anomaly.
Celestial Fiend Day is when one elent among Fire, Earth, tal, and Water becos overly dominant, suppressing the other three.
For example, when Bing Fire is prosperous, it can lead to the drying up of water veins, cracking of mountain rocks, and causing droughts and beast disasters.
If it's Gui Water, rivers will overflow, water levels will rise, subrging dikes, and engulfing farmland. In short, when Celestial Fiend Day arrives, the entire Black River County will be deeply troubled."
Wang Daifu's eyes widen, indicating that a major disaster is imminent?
He imdiately panics; a calamity year is hard to endure.
Even as a major landowner in the village, it's tough to get through.
"Help , Uncle Cai."
Wang Daifu looks at the old dog.
"Master, do not panic. Celestial Fiend Day is when the four elents malfunction, and the turbid air runs wild. Black River County will be struggling to secure itself, unable to spare the effort to rescue Dayu Town, but…"
The old dog, more refined in every action than Wang Daifu, puts down the teacup:
"I have a solution. As long as we rally the villagers to erect a temple and pray for divine protection, we can avert disaster and overco difficulties."
Wang Daifu is stunned; these words seem reasonable, but coming from the mouth of a demon, it feels very odd.
He subconsciously asks:
"Erect a temple? Whose temple?"
The old dog nods:
"Of course, the temple of... the Alien Evil Monarch."
...
...
"Senior Brother, what's the background of this Alien Evil Monarch?"
Along a rugged mountain path, two Daoists, one tall and one short, hurry through the night.
The shorter man, with a round face, an endearing appearance, and a close-knit deanor, asks while peering at an unfolded wanted notice with a picture:
"With such a generous reward and an opportunity to beco a Daoist School student, this is an imnse chance."
"He ranks ninth among the top ten humans and demons in Yihai Prefecture."
The taller Daoist, with handso features, carrying a long wooden box, patiently replies from ahead:
"Since the Way fell, the threat of the Turbid Tide has not ceased. We cultivators, when our Divine Soul erges and we absorb spiritual energy, if we lack external objects to guard our thoughts, we are easily influenced by the Turbid Tide's aura and bewildered by it.
As the saying goes, 'Dao grows one foot, demon grows one yard,' capturing this aning perfectly.
Spirits falling into the Turbid Tide are called 'demons'; cultivators who fall into it are called 'monsters.'
This Alien Evil Monarch, because of his nurous evil deeds, has been listed on the Human-Demon List published in the County City by the ghostwriter."
Startled, the short Daoist hurries to catch up with his senior brother:
"Are we going to exterminate this villain this ti?"
The taller Daoist chuckles, deliberately teasing:
"As heirs of Maoshan, encountering such fierce demons, we must attack to eliminate evil. Junior Brother, are you frightened?"
The short Daoist's legs cramp, as he has only reached the Second Realm of Dao Skill, entering ditation and embracing the embryo at most capable of using so Yellow Talismans, performing the Divine Armor Horse.
Confronting such a foe, at least at the Third Realm Great Success, capable of Divine Soul Ergence and controlling magical artifacts,
How can he possibly be a match!
It wouldn't be surprising to die a grim death.
"Just teasing you, the County City has been offering a bounty for so long, but even the ghostwriters have failed to deal with the Alien Evil Monarch, showcasing his skills.
In our cultivation battles, it's all about the superiority of magical veins. Having fallen into the Turbid Tide for years, this villain surely gained inheritance; if you truly encounter him, flee as far as you can."
The tall senior brother laughs heartily.
"But we are Maoshan heirs..."
The short junior brother hesitates.
"It's only Wild Grass Mountain; Master boasted to elevate his own status, claiming to be a branch of Maoshan.
Actually, after the Way fell, all magical veins severed entirely; where would you find any legitimate orthodox descendants?
Even the Daoist Officials awarded talismans by the Dragon Court only rely on the remnants left by predecessors."
The taller senior brother shakes his head, softly speaks:
"Saving lives, aiding the impoverished, and protecting the suffering are our duties, undoubtedly.
But you must not risk your life for it, Junior Brother."
Seeming to rember this, the short junior brother stuffs the wanted notice back into the bamboo box:
"Then Senior Brother, what's our purpose in visiting Dayu Town this ti?"
The tall senior brother strides like the wind, moving over the uneven mountain road as if on flat terrain:
"The Daoist Official in the County City calculated that the Turbid Tide has again moved anomalously, Celestial Fiend Day is approaching, therefore announced a bounty to preemptively clear out demon disasters. Haven't you noticed those ghostwriters recently heading to villages to slay demons and claim rewards? Let's join the excitent too."
Upon hearing this, the short junior brother realizes; each ti the Turbid Tide rises, it disrupts spiritual energy, triggering calamity phenona.
The greatest beneficiaries are none other than 'demons' and 'monsters.'
"Celestial Fiend Day when the four elents lose order is also a great opportunity for those practicing side paths and absorbing energy practices.
Be as cautious as possible to avoid unnecessary troubles."
The tall senior brother warns:
"The Turbid Tide isn't solely harmful; for many, especially for cultivators, it also signifies extraordinary chances. For instance, when Celestial Fiend Day's Bing Fire is strong, those cultivating fire elent magic can collect spiritual energy matching their own, rarely seen on ordinary days.
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