Big Data Cultivation Chapter 896

Chapter 896: Chapter 896: Do You Believe in Curses or Not? Chapter 896: Chapter 896: Do You Believe in Curses or Not? Danxia Heaven was indeed a Daoist lineage with a tradition, but its influence was truly too small.

Even within the Daoist lineage, the ancestral tablet of Maoshan was placed there; when leaders visited, they might take a look, but it was unlikely they would take it away; however, Guan Shanyue himself worried that his own valuable items might be “borrowed” by powerful individuals.

Anyhow, the individuals from Danxia Heaven would neither say where the director was located nor admit to any cultural relics being unearthed.

Nevertheless, the two officials from the cultural heritage department had done some groundwork beforehand and suggested that since you won't admit it, we'll go take a look at the back mountain.

A new path had just been built on the back mountain, and this piece of news was not particularly secret; after all, it's impossible to rely solely on the Taoist priests to do the work–local labor had to be hired.

The two officials didn't need anyone to lead them; after searching here and there, they found the path and wanted to walk further into it.

Seeing this, the individuals from Danxia Heaven quickly stepped forward to obstruct them, saying it was just a path for strolling.

They hadn't obstructed them at first, but by obstructing now, they only made things more suspicious; the two officials from the cultural heritage department insisted on proceeding.

The disciples from Danxia Heaven were also in a bind; they genuinely wanted to stop them, but… where was the reason?

After some prolonged entanglement, the officials got annoyed, “Don't believe me, I'll make a call to have people come and forcefully enter?”

People generally don't want to provoke the authorities; so, they begged for forgiveness, saying at least wait for our director to return before discussing it.

But the other party wouldn't agree: who knows when your director will return; what if the cultural relics are hidden by you?

Seeing they could not persuade them at all, several disciples could only accompany the two officials into the mountain.

They hadn't walked more than a mile when, out of nowhere, lightning struck down with a crisp crackling sound, hitting right in front of everyone.

Upon seeing this, the disciples from Danxia Heaven showed their elation–they knew among the group of daoist friends received by the Temple Master this time, there was one proficient in Thunder Technique, who had even, in front of everyone, struck Buddhist disciples.

Another couple of steps and lightning struck down again, closer to the group this time.

The disciples from Danxia Heaven were sure; this Thunder Technique must have been released by that expert, who had clearly noticed the situation here.

The two officials from the cultural heritage department were a bit clueless, “How is there consecutive lightning on this clear day?”

Danxia Heaven's disciples turned to leave, “This is our ancient ancestor getting angry; if you two want to continue forward, please do so; we won't accompany you!”

“Stop!” the two officials yelled, “You… you're just going to leave like that?”

“We can't stop you two, and you've even angered the ancestor,” one clever disciple replied, “If you have the guts, keep going; we dare not upset the ancestor.”

They turned and walked away decisively, some disciples not quite understanding, but seeing that the Temple Master's confidants had left, it was always good to follow.

The two officials looked at each other, their hearts inevitably trembling a bit–such mysterious events truly test one's courage, not to mention that this place was where the blessed land of the Daoist sect was located.

There definitely were those who did not believe in ghosts and gods, but most people held the view of “those who believe have it, those who don't, do not.” Even if they didn't agree inwardly, they didn't want to provoke it.

After a long while, one of them snorted coldly, “These Bull Noses left so decisively; they wouldn't be trying to scare us on purpose, would they?”

The other, who had been a bit nervous, nodded after hearing this, “I think so too; it's just child's play.”

The two encouraged each other and then looked up at the sky again: It wasn't even noon yet.

Under the broad daylight, spirits and ghosts would shy away! The two continued forward.

Just as they had thought, as they walked further, no more lightning appeared, and they couldn't help but curse: These Taoists were really good at playing ghost tricks, using any situation to their advantage.

After walking over a mile, thick fog enveloped the path ahead. The two exchanged a glance and laughed it off dismissively.

One spoke up, “The road is difficult to navigate, and visibility is poor; we should hold hands.”

The other quite agreed with this approach, “Yeah, we should be careful. This place is rarely trodden by humans; if we fall down the slope, it will be a while before help arrives. I don't want to see the faces of those stinking Bull Noses.”

The first one laughed, “Well, I wouldn't say stinking, right? Most of them are Daoist Nuns… just that few of them are pretty…”

Ten minutes later, neither of them had the mindset to discuss Daoist Nuns anymore, “Damn it… we can't see the road at all.”

“Yeah, even by crouching down and feeling the ground, I can't make out the path.”

“Oh man, it seems we can't go any further; be careful, let's slowly back out.”

“Back out, my ass. If the road ahead is unclear, is the road behind any clearer?”

“Why are you getting angry with me? Now is… don't panic; just search slowly, we'll find a way. If that doesn't work, we'll just wait.”

“Yeah, you're right, it's just fog in the mountains; I don't believe it'll stay forever…”

Unfortunately, the fog never lifted, and the path remained elusive.

By the time the two of them saw the path, it was already the next morning.

By then, the fog had dissipated quite a bit, though there was still some lingering–it was merely the ordinary mist found in the mountains.

These two were cold, hungry, and sleepy. Since their breakfast the previous morning, they hadn't had a single grain of rice to eat. And now it was mid-October; the nighttime cold on Magu Mountain could chill you to the bone. They were lightly dressed, making the night especially difficult to endure.

Once the path became clear, the younger of the two burst into sudden anger and wanted to continue forward, “Damn it, I want to see what exactly is hidden inside.”

The older one really was at his limit and wanted to turn back, but as he was about to speak, he was seized by a series of sneezes–he had caught a cold from the chill.

But there was no need for him to say anything, as the younger one had not gone far when suddenly, crackle! A clap of thunder sounded right in front of him.

“Damn it,” he couldn't help but curse, “It's so early, the sun isn't even up yet, and there's thunder again?”

Although he was cussing, anyone could hear the tremble in his voice.

Without a second thought, the older one rushed up, grabbed him, and started running, shouting loudly, “Do you really want to make someone angry?”

Everyone is normal, with similar intelligence. The appearance of those two bolts of thunder yesterday was already strange, and today's thunder was no more normal than yesterday's–a clear sky with no clouds, and thunder at daybreak?

No speculation was needed; the fog that had trapped them from yesterday morning until today was definitely not a natural phenomenon.

The younger one had acted impulsively but after coming to his senses, he too was shaking all over. As the two walked back to the Daoist temple, their complexions had yet to return to normal.

Danxia Heaven has morning classes, and the disciples witnessed the transformation of the two from the day before.

As arrogant as they were at the start, now they were just as bewildered, and they seemed to be in very low spirits.

Someone came up to greet them, “Yo, did you two stay in the mountains yesterday without coming out?”

Isn't that obvious? If they had come out, they would have passed the temple, and wouldn't they have been seen?

The older one kept sneezing non-stop, and the younger didn't want to answer such an embarrassing question.

Sighing, the questioning Taoist said, “Then you two should wear more clothes… Oh, by the way, did you find any relics?”

The sneezing one finally paused for a moment and spoke in a muffled voice, “Excuse me, could I trouble you for a bowl of ginger soup?”

“Sorry, no,” came the curt refusal, “You might have angered the ancestors, and we don't want to be rebellious disciples.”

The two left in a hurry, muttering discontentedly under their breath, “Damn it, that monk deserves to die!”

Feng Jun had arrived from a distance during the commotion, given that his Six Senses had greatly enhanced since reaching the Out-of-Dust phase.

Having understood the situation, and being responsible for protection, he naturally had to fulfill his duty as a protector.

Entering the small world of Danxia Heaven did cause some trouble, after all. A Stone Gate stood abruptly atop the blue stone, exuding an ancient and heavy aura that seemed odd no matter how one looked at it.

Not being a local, Feng didn't know how Guan Shanyue interacted with the locals, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble for Danxia Heaven–otherwise, he might have to step in and clean up the mess. So he only scared off the other party.

In the afternoon of that day, the group that had entered the small world emerged. No one had died, but two were seriously injured: Feng Tianyang and Zhang Dongyuan. The remaining Qiudaozhang, Dong Zenghong, and even Tang Wenji had sustained minor injuries.

Only Guan Shanyue and Zhang Caixin were unscathed. As the Temple Master and Danxia Heaven Steward with the lowest cultivation level, Guan's protection was a given, whereas Zhang Caixin, who had many talismans, was naturally protected by others, intentionally or not.

Little Celestial Master was less fortunate. Although she was a beauty, her high combat strength and pride had led to her injury; luckily, she had the Essence Blood Protection Talisman Feng Jun had given her, or she would have been the most seriously hurt.

However, everyone's spirits were high because they had made significant gains in the small world.

They had hunted over two hundred animals, and this was still under the restraint of only hunting Spirit Beasts in the Envelope-Passing phase in the later part; otherwise, they might have hunted three to four hundred.

The full extent of the small world remained unknown; it had plains, mountains, rivers, deserts, and so on. The area they had explored was about twenty to thirty thousand square kilometers.

What everyone praised particularly was Feng Jun providing Zhang Caixin with an all-terrain vehicle, an excellent choice for traveling.

Most of those present were cultivators, and traveling would typically be expedient for them, but undertaking a small world trial and staying outdoors meant that they couldn't spend all their energy on the move, especially since this wasn't a matter of a day or two–they had been inside for five days.

So, Zhang Caixin bringing an all-terrain vehicle was crucial. At first, everyone was embarrassed to hitch a ride, but as exhaustion set in, all ended up clinging to the vehicle, making it look like a parade when it started, as if they were witnessing Ah San's military review.

Zhang Dongyuan, who was most concerned about his image, initially relied on his two legs. But, as he became too exhausted, he hung on to the rear corner of the vehicle and didn't sit in the driving seat until he broke his leg.

Of course, the conveniences Zhang Caixin brought weren't limited to the all-terrain vehicle. Her Storage Talisman contained tents, generators, pots and pans, and even two tons of bottled water.

Truly, without comparison, there is no harm…

(Update to continue, after midnight comes the double monthly ticket surge, anyone still holding onto monthly tickets?)

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