The Eight-Headed Serpent was like a mountain of flesh, its savage divine might pressing down on the void, carrying a sky full of killing intent as it ferociously lunged.
Its entire body pulsed with runes, all eight heads roaring with laughter, vowing to crush this detestable human into dust.
When it saw Ji Mo seemingly "turn pale with fright" and shout, "Don't come over here!", it was inexplicably excited, feeling an immense satisfaction.
But what did the latter half, "I can't control myself," mean?
What, you act as if you can do anything to me.
"Shine!"
The Eight-Headed Serpent opened all eight mouths, sweeping towards Ji Mo with an unstoppable force.
Ji Mo raised an eyebrow, sighed softly, and opened his palm. Yin-yang lightning erupted from his hand as he exhaled.
In an instant.
The entire night sky lit up as if it were day, completely filled with dazzling lightning.
Anubis widened its dog eyes, marveling, and secretly exclaimed, "Master is awesome."
Zhang Ye gasped, thinking, "Is this how palm lightning is supposed to be used?"
Compared to the Old Celestial Master, he was like a speck of dust. He would have to follow the Old Celestial Master's example and learn humbly from now on.
Hmmph, still refusing to admit I'm your ancestor? Old Celestial Master, you've revealed your true colors... your true intentions.
An incredibly piercing howl sounded, and the Eight-Headed Serpent's desperate screams echoed through the heavens and earth.
When the lightning dissipated, the Eight-Headed Serpent lay on the ground.
Its entire body was charred black, emitting wisps of smoke, its flesh a bloody mess. It was twitching on the ground, barely breathing.
The Eight-Headed Serpent struggled to open its eyes and stare at Ji Mo, its pupils filled with terror.
With one move, a mere ordinary palm lightning, it was almost instantly killed.
Who exactly was this guy?
No wonder Anubis recognized him as its master. It turns out this fellow wasn't pretending to be awesome, he actually *was* awesome, possessing at least the cultivation of a main god.
"Fortunately, I held back some strength, so it wasn't completely electrocuted into charcoal."
Ji Mo nudged the Eight-Headed Serpent with his foot, feeling a sense of relief.
It seemed like there wasn't much damage, and it should still be edible.
"Held back some strength?!"
The Eight-Headed Serpent's mind went blank. Did this guy deliberately hold back and not use his full power?
Doesn't that mean the other party truly had the strength to kill him instantly!
"I told you not to come over, but you wouldn't listen. It's all your own fault, you can't blame me."
Ji Mo looked innocent, then turned and waved at Zhang Ye, "Young man, come and deal with it. Study the weaknesses of divine creatures carefully and accumulate some experience in slaying gods. Hmm, be careful not to kill it completely, it won't be fresh if it dies."
Zhang Ye listened, stunned.
"Won't be fresh if it dies?"
Old Celestial Master, are you planning to eat it!
This is a divine beast, isn't that too extravagant?
Longhu Mountain has the miraculous technique of "Summoning Spirits and Dispatching Generals," so they could capture the Eight-Headed Serpent as a battle pet.
Zhang Ye braced himself and expressed his opinion.
"This snake is ugly and weak, it's useless for anything else, so it can only be eaten."
Ji Mo spoke, his saliva almost dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Winter had arrived, so it was natural to replenish his body. Wouldn't a big pot of steaming hot snake soup be delicious?
He urgently needed a large amount of energy to recover his body, so he naturally wouldn't let the Eight-Headed Serpent go.
Seeing Zhang Ye's pained expression, Ji Mo said, "Do you like snakes? I'll catch a Medusa for you when I have the chance, so you can play to your heart's content."
Zhang Ye blinked his eyes. Thinking of something, his handsome face suddenly turned red.
Oh my, the Old Celestial Master is so thoughtful, always caring about people.
The poor Eight-Headed Serpent, in its final moments, was tossed around by Zhang Ye, who poked it all over with his Dao sword.
Zhang Ye was incredibly excited. He never expected to reach his peak right after leaving the mountain, being able to practice on a divine beast. Perhaps even the ancestors of previous generations didn't have such treatment.
Thus, his reverence for Ji Mo reached an immeasurable level.
Finally, Anubis, carrying the Eight-Headed Serpent in its mouth, flew away, returning to the Spring Blossom Orphanage to prepare a late-night snack for Ji Mo.
Ji Mo, riding his ghost fire with Zhang Ye on the back, slowly descended the mountain.
He remembered that he had won the competition and might receive prize money. He needed to go down the mountain to inquire, to at least get a few hundred yuan for gas.
At the foot of Jiming Mountain.
Li Feiyan's mind was filled with questions.
What was going on? Could that ghost fire really have defeated everyone?
Because almost everyone who descended the mountain uttered the same four words: "Holy crap, a ghost fire!"
The difference was that some said it with gritted teeth, some with awe, and others with longing.
The only one with a different opinion was Chen Bin, the favorite to win, who sincerely praised, "I thought I was destined to be first, but in front of my ghost fire brother, I was just a pathetic little sibling."
As Li Feiyan was about to ask for more details, Chen Bin, unwilling to bother with the billionaire's daughter, dismissively said, "No time for nonsense, Brother Yong is still waiting to teach me Deng Dua Lang..."
Li Feiyan, who understood a little Minnan dialect, was so shocked that goosebumps erupted all over her body, and she was left bewildered in the night wind.
After a while.
Ji Mo finally appeared.
Li Feiyan's eyes flashed with sharp light, and she used special means to try and see through Ji Mo's background.
After all the hype, she wanted to see who this person really was.
But she saw an ordinary person.
And an ordinary ghost fire motorcycle.
It was the young Daoist priest behind him who was extraordinary.
Li Feiyan's eyes widened in shock, for she felt an incredibly dense immortal spiritual aura emanating from Zhang Ye.
An immortal, and by no means an ordinary one!
No wonder the ghost fire could win; it was likely this immortal elder who displayed his divine powers.
"Miss, I won the competition, but there's no way I'm sleeping with you. Also, I'm not eating, are there any other rewards?"
Ji Mo was straightforward and asked directly.
It would be great if there was still prize money. If it was just prizes, he wondered if they could be converted to cash.
No matter when or where, Ji Hanhan's greedy little nature hadn't changed one bit.
However, Li Feiyan's eyes didn't even register Ji Mo; she ignored him and stared intently at Zhang Ye.
She seemed to have understood her grandfather's intentions. Holding this competition was probably aimed at luring out this immortal elder.
The spiritual energy had only revived for three to four years, and for this young Daoist priest to possess such terrifying strength was truly unimaginable.
Regardless, she had to try and befriend him at all costs.
"Immortal Elder, I am Li Feiyan of the Li family. Could you please come home with me?"
Li Feiyan's face was full of eagerness. If she could invite Zhang Ye, the crisis facing the Li family might be resolved.
As the saying goes, "Possession of treasure leads to guilt." Many people had already set their sights on the Tuibei Tu (Pushing Back Map) at home. If not handled properly, the Li family might face great disaster.
Zhang Ye was utterly confused. How could a girl so eagerly invite a boy home upon meeting him?
Indeed, the advice the Old Celestial Master had given him about navigating the martial world was very sensible. When traveling, boys must remain vigilant and protect themselves at all times.
"Miss Li, please respect yourself. I will absolutely not go home with you..."
Zhang Ye, with a righteous expression, resolutely refused.
Before he could finish speaking, he received a flick on the forehead from Ji Mo.
"He's willing, very willing to go home with you."
Ji Mo said with a fawning smile, directly agreeing on Zhang Ye's behalf.
Zhang Ye looked at Ji Mo helplessly, his expression pitiful.
Wait, Old Celestial Master, didn't you just say boys need to protect themselves? Why are you pushing me into a fire pit now?
Although Longhu Mountain is part of the Zhengyi Sect, and there aren't many strict rules, nor do they prohibit romantic relationships, I, Zhang Ye, practice the Primordial Virginity Cultivation technique, and I must absolutely not act recklessly.
Ji Mo whispered in Zhang Ye's ear, "I heard the Li family is incredibly wealthy. If we can get even a tiny fraction of their wealth, buying back those broken mountain peaks of Longhu Mountain shouldn't be a problem."
Zhang Ye's face was filled with bitterness. Since the Old Celestial Master had spoken, so be it. For the sake of the sect, what was a little physical sacrifice?
He followed Li Feiyan away, looking back reluctantly.
"Go with peace of mind. I'm doing this for your own good."
Ji Mo waved, feeling a hint of envy.
To be able to live off a woman at such a young age, how fortunate.
He hurried back to the Spring Blossom Orphanage and saw a dark figure furtively peeking through the gate.