Chapter 331: Encounter at the Mountain God Temple 1

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

“Damned Qingyuan bastard!”

“Just you wait!”

When the night was at its most bewitching, after a heaven-shaking roar.

A figure rose from within Mount Tu, blotting out clouds and moon as it sped toward the Divine Officer Hall.

Several hours later, the figure landed before the Divine Officer Hall as dawn was about to rise.

In the peach grove before the hall, it plucked a few peaches and devoured them in large bites.

After wiping its mouth, it skillfully dabbed some saliva on its fingertip and smeared it beneath its eyelids.

Only then did it assume a weeping expression and arrive before the gates of the Divine Officer Hall.

Following a familiar route, it found the hidden drumstick in a corner.

Without caring that it was the dead of night, or whether others had work in the morning.

It swung the drumstick and began beating the drum to cry out its grievance.

“Qingyun.”

“Your uncle here is probably about to die.”

“That damned Qingyuan bastard smashed my temple, and said he’ll definitely do me in!”

“Qingyun.”

“Your uncle really has absolutely no way, so I could only come to you to lodge a complaint.”

“Just for the sake of your uncle being the neighbor next door to the second uncle of the father of the grandfather of your third granduncle.”

“You must uphold justice for your uncle!”

Loud wailing accompanied the drumbeats, shattering the pre-dawn silence.

The tightly shut hall doors gave no sound, as if turning a deaf ear.

The wailing figure remained utterly unconcerned. It casually cast a spell, letting the unmanned drumstick continue to beat the drum and cry out its grievance.

Then it shifted into a comfortable position, leaned against the hall doors, and dozed off.

The thumping sound echoed throughout Divine Officer Mountain where the Divine Officer Hall stood, reverberating long and far.

Until dawn broke and The Red Sun Rises.

The tightly shut hall doors suddenly and silently opened.

The figure leaning against the hall doors, sleeping in a daze, immediately and skillfully rolled over, wiping the drool from the corner of its mouth.

Without even raising its head, it opened its mouth.

“Qingyun.”

“Your uncle here, this time I’m afraid I really am about to die.”

“Is that so?”

“Then when the funeral feast is held, Lord Tushan must remember to notify This Venerable.”

The cold and merciless voice gave Lord Tushan, who had been beating the drum to cry out his grievance, a sudden start. Enraged and flustered, he raised his head to glare.

He saw a handsome and majestic figure seated cross-legged within the Divine Officer Hall, a mass of light and shadow gripped in his hand.

As if it contained countless worlds, an endless Cosmos.

The bearing of the Heavenly Emperor, majestic as the heavens, terrible as a prison, divine as a god, holy as a saint.

Lord Tushan instantly felt his heart race and his flesh creep.

So he hurriedly straightened his posture, no longer daring to play dumb and pull rank.