Chapter 506

Chapter 506: My Urine Is Yellow, I Come First

Inside the Taoist Temple.

On top of the Immortal Statue that was cut in half, a faint yellow layer began to form, and a foul smell started to rise.

"Whose idea was this?"

Qiao Mu stood quietly in the crowd, watching the scene unfold.

The Immortal Slaying Army that broke into the temple had a total of one hundred people, but including the leader, Centurion Lu Shun, along with the martial group he mentioned… Qiao Mu knew nothing about them.

Among the hundred, there was not a single familiar face.

Fifty years is still too long; Jiu Province has faced many wars, and even a healthy person struggles to live beyond sixty years.

And this fifty years is a gap of a generation.

For the Immortal Gate, this length of time may not be very long… The methods of the Soul Predicting Path follow old traditions, making Qiao Mu feel a long-lost familiarity, with just a few new tricks added.

However, the Immortal Slaying Army, which lacks familiar faces, along with the method of breaking the heart of a fairy with urine, also surprised Qiao Mu.

After not seeing it for fifty years, the human world of Jiu Province has indeed changed in some ways that Qiao Mu did not expect.

With fishing law enforcement and breaking the heart of a fairy with a urine trick, I really don’t know which genius came up with these crazy ideas.

"What are you daydreaming about? It’s your turn!"

At this moment, the leading centurion, Lu Shun, snorted coldly and looked sharply at Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu had noticed these two people long ago when he was selling incense at the foot of the mountain.

Over the decades, there haven’t been too few people escaping to the depths of the mountains to avoid war; there are indeed not completely unknown hermits from different times.

But as soon as they come out of the mountains, going to the temple to worship sincerely reminds him of a certain type of person.

"Is it the followers raised by the Soul Predicting Path Immortal Gate since childhood in the incense practice?" A thought crossed Lu Shun’s mind.

Fifty years ago, the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates each stood their ground, and only the Western Province Blood Lotus Sect, considered the devil’s gate, would use such extreme methods.

But this time is different.

The Soul Predicting Path aims for domination, striving to become a super Immortal Gate that surpasses the old Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, spreading its incense practices across nine regions, using much more aggressive tactics than before.

And he had seen new generations of incense practitioners like the two in front of him, raised since childhood, before.

"You, come here, and urinate!" Lu Shun shouted.

He would not be polite with this kind of incense practitioner.

"It’s possible, but must it be this way?" Qiao Mu replied calmly, sighing as he spoke.

"The cultivators of the Soul Predicting Path at this temple initially didn’t commit any great evil; they only set up statues and built the temple."

"Is that all?" Centurion Lu Shun was taken aback.

The soldiers behind him were also slightly stunned, and then their anger gradually grew.

Then Qiao Mu waved his hand and continued:

"Don’t be too hasty."

"Even if there are some tricks being played, it doesn’t harm the faith of the worshippers; instead, it can lift their spirits and clear their minds. This is undeniable."

"You see, putting aside what the Immortal Gate has done otherwise, at least they are beneficial here."

"Must Dao Fei really wipe them all out? Aren’t you being a bit extreme?"

"Do you really want all these worshippers to take part in the act of disrespecting the gods, siding with you?"

This voice echoed in the crowded ruins of the temple.

The crowd of worshippers trembled in confusion.

"……." Some worshippers who had not yet started to relieve themselves nodded silently, afraid to show their approval in front of the increasingly dark-faced soldiers of the Immortal Slaying Army.

"Smooth-tongued." Centurion Lu Shun had already realized that things were not simple.

He snorted coldly:

"What a clever way to avoid discussing anything else besides what was done on the ‘Soul Predicting Path.’"

He took two steps forward, his finger almost poking Qiao Mu’s nose:

"People like you, who think you are very clever, seeing only a small part and believing you know everything, will never truly disappear!"

"The specialty of the Immortal Gate is ‘division.’"

"They act like saviors in times of chaos while stirring up trouble and supporting the immortal realms in peaceful times. This has never changed since the first Inhuman War over fifty years ago, and even ninety years before that."

"If we only talk about the small details and ignore the big picture, we will be blind and can only see what is close, right?"

"Pretending to be a rational person here? What nonsense, it smells terrible!" Centurion Lu Shun said, waving his hand near his nose with a cold smile.

"So, are you not going to take off your pants?"

"Do we really need to help you go to the bathroom before you will pee?"

Amid the soldiers’ laughter, they raised their weapons and pointed them at Qiao Mu, surrounding him.

Then, some cheeky ones actually started to hiss.

For a moment, the sound of hissing filled the air, making people unconsciously squeeze their legs together.

Qiao Mu’s expression remained calm, like a still pond as it was at the beginning.

Since he learned about his immortal nature and went through the long five-thousand-year Long Life Dream, he could not help but follow the extraordinary path described by the former Great Dao Sect Patriarch Lingyuan.

A child a few years old can be happy all day long with just enough money to buy toys.

An adult in their twenties or thirties will smile widely with a large sum of money.

However, for an elderly person in their seventies or eighties, who has seen much and possesses great wealth, even a tenfold amount of money may not bring much joy.

Having lived for fifty thousand years and knowing he will not die, he rarely experiences strong emotions anymore.

After being revived at the age of sixty-nine thousand, Qiao Mu took on the name "Qiao Huo."

Yet he seemed more like ashes that had long burned out.

At this moment, a very faint emotion began to stir within him, like the subtle fragrance of fine wine seeping from a sealed jar.

"So that’s how it is," he said, lowering his eyelids.

He was being scolded and pointed at by a group of soldiers, urging him to hurry and take off his pants.

But in his heart, a faint joy and comfort began to spread.

"What are you dazed for? Hurry and take off your pants!"

Meanwhile, Centurion Lu Shun and the others were sneering, drawing closer step by step.

"Wait a moment." At that time, the voice of the Sky Piercing Water Spirit came from nearby:

"He won’t take it out mainly because he is afraid of scaring you. My urine is yellow, let me go first."

After saying this, the Sky Piercing Water Spirit swiftly moved, already bypassing the heavily guarded soldiers and standing in front of Qiao Mu.

"So your yellow urine is impressive, and you dare to take his place?" Centurion Lu Shun had originally wanted to scold it loudly.

But the approaching Sky Piercing Water Spirit… the water spirit could change its appearance at will, and upon entering Jiu Province, it had transformed from looking like a member of the Qiao family into a beautiful woman.

Of course, only the appearance changed.

The essence of the water spirit is a ball of water with intelligence. If it wishes, a colorful bird can hide beneath the charming appearance of a lovely girl.

The soldiers, of course, did not know that in their eyes, a beautiful girl bravely walked over and said loudly that she wanted to help Qiao Mu to go to the bathroom…

"Ah, this…"

"Are you serious?"

The soldiers’ minds briefly froze, but soon they saw the Sky Piercing Water Spirit reaching for beneath itself.

What appeared from beneath it was neither a colorful bird nor what the soldiers thought it was, but rather —-

Boom!

A strong jet of water shot out, smashing the statue of the Yanshen Great Taoist Lord before it into pieces.

The soldiers around, caught off guard, were also swept away by the fierce water flow.

Rumble, rumble.

The rushing water, still strong, crashed against the temple walls and swept them away as it flowed downward.

The Sky Piercing Water Spirit pulled Qiao Mu, who was lost in thought, and together they stepped onto the thick stream of water, shooting high into the sky and disappearing from everyone’s sight.

……………………….

The water carried Qiao Mu and the others up into the sky, and they eventually fell back into the Sky Piercing River, flowing southward.

A shadow moved, and a fat cat climbed onto Qiao Mu’s shoulder, asking curiously:

"Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao… why did you suddenly start saying strange things?"

Qiao Mu didn’t answer.

He was still deeply feeling a faint emotion inside, like a monk who had not tasted meat for ten years suddenly encountering a beautiful sow.

"Don’t say anymore." Sky Piercing Water Spirit spoke at this moment.

Fifteen years have passed, and it is no longer the newly born spirit it once was; after seeing many things, it has returned as the Sky Piercing Demon King.

So it made an amazing remark earlier to break the tense atmosphere and prevent the Immortal Slaying Army from attacking the Qiao family members.

"Senior Qiao Huo is not stirring up trouble; he has two intentions."

"First, to break the illusion in their hearts," Sky Piercing Water Spirit explained.

"Just a little act may not be enough to make all the worshippers see through the illusion in their hearts."

"So he is guiding Centurion Lu Shun with words, so he can refute the ‘rational person’ and help the worshippers understand the truth; this is also part of breaking the illusion in their hearts."

"Secondly, he may also be testing the Immortal Slaying Army." Sky Piercing Water Spirit looked at Qiao Mu and said softly.

"Let’s see if the Immortal Slaying Army only knows how to follow orders from above, or if they can think for themselves."

"Let’s see if, after fifty years, the Immortal Slaying Army has only improved in martial arts, or if they have truly inherited the legacy from the Qiao family."

The Sky Piercing Water Spirit said in a deep voice.

Fifty years ago, the Qiao family member conquered mountains and broke down temples, using the strength of their whole clan to take over the Jiu Province’s temple of incense.

Fifty years later, it is the Immortal Slaying Army doing such things.

However, he actually had doubts in his heart.

Breaking mountains to defeat the immortals is easy, but breaking the immortals within one’s heart is difficult. This saying applies not only to the believers but also to the Immortal Slaying Army themselves.

"I understand: I didn’t understand," the fat cat nodded, as if it grasped something.

Unlike the Sky Piercing Water Spirit, which grew quickly after traveling through a thousand worlds, the fat cat remained as innocent as a child, with a mind like that of a child.

After listening to the lengthy speech of the Sky Piercing Water Spirit, it felt dazed.

"You… are absolutely right." Qiao Mu finally woke up from his earlier feelings upon hearing this.

Only then did he slowly understand that the faint emotion he felt earlier arose from this.

"I understand," Qiao Mu said, looking down.

"’My martial way is in the world,’ this belief from fifty thousand years ago, so this is what it means."

No Move No Thinking Skill is about letting your body follow the instincts of a martial artist, locking away your thoughts and desires, like an adult carefully storing away notes from their youthful dreams in a drawer.

The note remains, and the memories are still clear.

But when he picked up the small note and saw the yellowed paper with elegant handwriting, he could no longer feel the emotions of his youth.

Immortals are people from the mountains.

Although Qiao Mu does not see himself as an immortal, he now truly stands very high, on an invisible mountain.

He has been away from the world for fifty thousand years, a gap like the difference between clouds and mud.

To regain the hearts of the people from the past, he must first return to the world.

Return to among the mortals.

Fifty thousand years ago, Qiao Mu planted a "sun" in his heart, inspired by the Sun Chasing Cultivation Method of the Kuafu tribe.

After realizing this, Qiao Mu couldn’t help but have this thought in his heart.

"If I keep walking in this world, can I regain the desires of the hearts from the past?"

The calmness in his heart unexpectedly stirred at that moment.

Knowing his true nature of immortality, Qiao Mu’s days felt very bland, and he could no longer experience the thrill of running naked on the street like he did when he had only one life.

Because he knew he had put on a heavy armor that he could never take off.

But now… he felt a faint sense of expectation in his heart.

"Let’s go."

He moved slightly and no longer let the Sky Piercing Water Spirit pull him forward; instead, he stepped into the water himself and quickly advanced.

In his perception, there were not just one but dozens or even hundreds of temples standing on the land of Northwest Prefecture.

However, now he could sense that around these temples, there were also teams of martial artists like Centurion Lu Shun.

These teams were scattered throughout Northwest Prefecture, like sparks beginning to spread across a vast prairie.

Some sparks had already burned down temples, while others were still on their way, each at different stages.

"Centurion Lu Shun and his hundred soldiers are not an isolated case in Northwest Prefecture," Qiao Mu concluded.

"It seems that the situation in Jiu Province today has changed in ways I did not expect."

"Now, let’s go and gather some information."

Qiao Mu moved swiftly, like a wild wind, heading towards a city in the vast plain.

Daliang City lies beneath Tongtian Mountain and is one of the great cities along the Sky Piercing River.

Those in the martial world often seek news in taverns and teahouses, which are filled with all sorts of people and sometimes hide fierce dragons.

After the Tide Listening Building appeared, the status of teahouses in the martial world subtly rose, becoming an irreplaceable place to gather information.

Qiao Mu had only walked down the street before, but as he approached the door, he sensed a faint aura and saw a storyteller in the hall speaking animatedly.

"Ah, the storyteller of Tide Listening Building, it’s been a while," Qiao Mu squinted and stepped inside.

The storyteller recited, "Though the divine turtle lives long, it still has its end; the soaring snake riding the mist will eventually turn to dust."

"In this world, there is no eternal day; after the disappearance of the Qiao family member and the founding master of the Immortal Gate, both the Liangyi Sect and the Tongtian Sword Sect were also swallowed during the prolonged Inhuman War that lasted fifty years."

"Instead, the Long Life Gate and Soul Predicting Path grew strong from their bones, quietly surpassing the once great Nine Immortal Gates—-"