Outside the city of Chenxi.
Anubis was wandering around with Ji Mo.
"Can you do it, you skinny dog?"
Ji Mo was very impatient.
It wasn't that he lacked patience, but Anubis had been dragging him around for half a day, and the sun was about to set, yet there was still no gain.
He wasn't in a hurry, but the fuel consumption was too much. The fuel tank of the Ghost Fire was almost empty.
Now that his net worth was less than a hundred yuan, at the current oil price, adding half a tank of gas would likely bankrupt him on the spot.
It seemed that after solving the problem of eating, he would have to find a way to make money, otherwise, life would really be unbearable.
"Yes, I can, Master."
Anubis was extremely panicked. If it couldn't find another sucker, it might become the next big sucker.
In fact, it had already detected the aura of the Hellhound, but the other party was truly a dog, with a keener nose than it. Several times, it had sensed danger and fled in advance, causing it to miss.
It was likely that the Hellhound already knew that the God of Death was dead, and therefore was wary and dared not face Anubis.
"There's a new discovery, Master. I've smelled the aura of the Yamata no Orochi."
Anubis let out an excited sound, finally finding a big catch.
Ji Mo immediately perked up. Wasn't the Yamata no Orochi the deformed serpent monster from the Land of Pots? It was said to have eight heads and eight bodies, which should be enough to eat for many days.
"You're looking for death. Instead of staying put in that tiny place, you dare to come here and cause trouble? I'll deal with you tonight."
Ji Mo grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, and immediately urged Anubis to find the Yamata no Orochi at all costs, so as not to let his dinner escape.
Anubis trotted with its short legs, leading Ji Mo towards the distant Jiming Mountain.
Jiming Mountain, with its steep terrain and rugged paths, has always been favored by experienced drivers.
Because this mountain is a holy land for racing, a paradise for experienced drivers.
The sun was setting, and the moon was rising above the willows.
The foot of Jiming Mountain was brightly lit, with hundreds of top sports cars gathered, as well as many well-dressed second-generation rich kids and elites from all walks of life.
Tonight, it was the eldest daughter of the Ma family, the richest family in Chenxi City, Ma Feiyan, who organized the event. Whoever won the racing competition tonight would have dinner with her.
Therefore, it attracted many suitors who flocked to seize this opportunity.
Some people were aiming to climb the social ladder, and more were dreaming of living off women.
There were also some who were after the "Tuibei Tu" (Pushing Back the Map) treasured by the Ma family. Of course, it would be even better if they could gain both wealth and a partner.
Legend has it that the Tuibei Tu was written by two extraordinary men of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, and could predict the rise and fall of future generations. If the Tuibei Tu collected by the Ma family was an authentic work, its value would be truly immeasurable.
"Heh, a bunch of stinky men, none of them are good."
Li Feiyan looked around boredly. She saw men who were either fawning, with greedy eyes, or deeply scheming. None of them pleased her.
She was not a woman with long hair and short knowledge. She was naturally intelligent, had read extensively through ancient and modern times, and was also a gifted cultivator. Therefore, she naturally looked down on these commoners.
If it weren't for her grandfather insisting on this kind of nonsense, she wouldn't have come.
Li Feiyan couldn't understand the intentions of her grandfather, who was always muttering about things. What was he up to?
Was he planning to choose a husband for her through a racing competition? That was too ridiculous.
Ji Mo rode his slow-moving, broken Ghost Fire and slowly arrived at the foot of Jiming Mountain.
His appearance caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"Oh my god, a broken motorcycle dares to participate."
"It's really a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Oh, it's a Ghost Fire youth, no wonder!"
"He's too ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. This car can't even catch up to our exhaust fumes. Isn't he ashamed?"
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Everyone looked at Ji Mo with disdain, their eyes filled with contempt and ridicule.
The cheapest car on the field started at eight million yuan. Who gave you the courage to ride a broken Ghost Fire?
"You bumpkin, be sensible and scram. This is not a place you should be."
"Exactly, exactly. Don't you even pee and look in the mirror? With your poverty-stricken appearance, you dare to covet the eldest daughter of the Li family."
Some busybodies gathered around, spewing harsh words and threatening Ji Mo to leave quickly.
In their eyes, people from the lower class had no right to mingle with them, the elites of high society, not even the right to watch from afar.
Ji Mo looked at these little darlings and smiled instead of getting angry.
Who was the last person who dared to threaten him? It seemed to be a god.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with these mentally challenged people, a fierce voice came from afar: "Everyone, behave yourselves. Everyone has the right to participate in this competition, there are no restrictions. If you have the guts, you can also race your Ghost Fire. If you win, let alone dinner, I'll even sleep with you."
Then, Li Feiyan arbitrarily announced the start of the competition.
The crowd surrounding Ji Mo immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and others quickly ran to their cars.
Roaring sounds followed one after another, and all the sports cars rushed towards the narrow mountain road one after another.
"Skinny dog, are you sure the Yamata no Orochi is on the mountain? If we miss again, your dog legs won't be safe."
Ji Mo looked at Anubis, who was squatting on the pedal, and confirmed again.
Anubis nodded: "Master, I've already smelled the stench of the Yamata no Orochi. That fellow is on the summit of the mountain."
Only then did Ji Mo twist the throttle and ride up the mountain at a leisurely pace.
When passing Li Feiyan, the two also exchanged glances.
Ji Mo suddenly thought of something, and deliberately backed up more than ten meters, went to Li Feiyan, and said very seriously: "If it's about dinner, I can consider it. But if you want to sleep with me, that won't do."
After saying that, he continued on his way with peace of mind.
Li Feiyan was stunned, and ten thousand alpacas stampeded in her heart.
What did you mean by that? It made it sound like I would pester you shamelessly.
Also, where did you get your confidence? Do you really think you can win? You're daydreaming.
Li Feiyan stomped her feet in anger. She didn't expect to meet such a peculiar and overconfident man. It was really off-putting.
Ji Mo went up the mountain road, and indeed, he couldn't even catch up to the car exhaust anymore.
He commanded: "Good skinny dog, let these bastards experience the terror of being dominated by a Ghost Fire."
"Alright, Master."
Anubis's claws surged with divine light, and dark flames instantly enveloped the entire Ghost Fire.
In an instant, the speed of the Ghost Fire car increased exponentially, turning into a black shadow.
On the summit of Jiming Mountain, a monster snake as large as a small mountain was coiled on a giant rock.
In mid-air, a young Taoist priest was casting the "Five Thunders Heavenly Law," wielding lightning to attack.
Electric arcs flowed, lightning snakes danced wildly, and lightning containing terrifying destructive power filled the void, continuously bombarding the body of the monster snake like a storm.
The Yamata no Orochi didn't even resist. It didn't even raise its eyelids, and coldly snorted with disdain: "Little Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, your lightning techniques are good, but unfortunately, you're too young. Submit to me and swear to be my slave, and I'll spare your life, otherwise, you die..."
As a divine beast, its defense was too strong. Although the opponent's lightning techniques were exquisite, their cultivation was not high enough, and they could not cause any substantial damage to it.
"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all Qi. Cultivate for ten thousand kalpas, and achieve my divine powers. Within and beyond the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme. My body possesses golden light, reflecting upon me."
The young Taoist priest lowered his eyes, formed a finger seal with golden light, and a wisp of golden light emanated from his body, forming a spherical shape that spread out, protecting himself.
He was ruthless and spoke little, directly casting the Golden Light Spell to protect himself, then took out a Taoist sword and pounced.
If long-range attacks were not effective, then close combat would be used.
As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, he would never bow to demons and monsters.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."
The Yamata no Orochi raised a tail and easily swatted the young Taoist priest away.
The Golden Light Spell instantly shattered, and the Taoist priest was heavily struck, spitting blood, and slammed heavily against the mountain wall.
If it weren't for the Yamata no Orochi wanting to force him to surrender, a single blow would have been enough to kill him, as the gap in strength was too vast.
The young Taoist priest's mouth was continuously bleeding, but he stood up stubbornly, using his essence blood as a guide, and formed a divine summoning hand seal: "Fragrant smoke rises to the heavens, burning pure incense to the celestial gate. The golden bird soars like a cloud arrow, the jade rabbit's brilliance is like a wheel. The Southern Dipper and Northern Big Dipper shine across the sky, and five-colored auspicious clouds gather."
"Disciple Zhang Ye of Longhu Mountain, who is unworthy, respectfully invites the Old Heavenly Master to descend and slay the evil spirits..."