Chapter 340: The Savior 2

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

“By the way.”

“Grandpa Mountain God, mind your Concealment.”

“Don’t alert the people of Jingwang Village.”

“Especially that Lord Jingwang.”

When they were still a hundred li from Jingwang Village, Cui Can suddenly spoke up in warning.

Lord Tushan nodded. “There’s no need for you to remind This Mountain Lord of such a thing.”

As he spoke, he cast a small spell to conceal his form.

It did not amount to much.

But as long as he did not run head-on into Lord Jingwang, who was also a Divine Spirit, Lord Tushan was confident no one could discover them.

With the spell Lord Tushan had cast upon him, Cui Can finally relaxed.

He clearly had no memory of ever visiting Jingwang Village.

Yet once they arrived, Cui Can moved as if he knew the place by heart, leading Lord Tushan through the village and straight to the abandoned ancestral hall behind it.

Lord Tushan had some impression of this abandoned hall.

Ten years ago, when Lord Jingwang held his grand banquet, it had been here.

But why was it abandoned now?

Oh, right.

He’d been made a laughingstock.

Moving to a different hall or temple, leaving behind a place of painful memories — that was only normal.

Lord Tushan recalled that banquet from ten years ago, the one that had become a joke.

He could not help but sigh. Truly, things remained while people changed, and all things came to an end.

He remembered that when he had just been granted the title of Divine Spirit, this Lord Jingwang had been a renowned Divine Spirit for ten thousand li around.

The Jingwang Village under his jurisdiction had been thriving, with a population no smaller than a town.

But for reasons unknown.

Though Lord Jingwang had always been diligent and earnest, governing his village without daring to slack for even a day, Jingwang Village had withered like yesterday’s flowers, declining day by day.

Until it fell to the state it had reached ten years ago.

Even a single new child born could make Lord Jingwang excitedly hold a grand banquet.

A laughingstock.

“Oh no.”

“We’re too late.”

Suddenly, Cui Can cried out in dismay, interrupting Lord Tushan’s reminiscence.

He looked in the direction Cui Can pointed.

There, in the abandoned ancestral hall, a child of about ten had climbed onto the offering table and was cleaning the discarded shrine.

Seeming to have discovered something, the child was curiously reaching into the abandoned shrine to feel around.

A moment later, the child pulled a dark, blackish ring from the abandoned shrine.

Dragon-like patterns were faintly carved on the ring.

But it also somewhat resembled the patterns of feathers.

It looked a little familiar.

“We’re one step late.”

“Jingyun has already gotten the Coiled Dragon Ring.”

“Grandpa Mountain God, do you have a way to steal the Coiled Dragon Ring without anyone noticing?”