At first, the old man was still a bit skeptical. But upon hearing Yaohua's words, he immediately enshrined the statue respectfully and bowed devoutly.
"Uncle, you mustn't leave this small courtyard these days," Yaohua said, pretending to take out several talismans. "The God Chongming will manifest his divine power."
Only when the old man readily agreed did Yaohua feel relieved.
"Master, let's go back," Yaohua whispered, winking at him secretly.
"I never knew that enshrining my statue would make me manifest my divine power," Chongming said with a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Little rascal, who taught you to tell lies?"
"Master~" Yaohua pouted, her eyes full of playfulness. "Tricking them into enshrining you is better than enshrining that cannibalistic false god!"
Chongming gently tapped her forehead. "Don't do it again."
That was a matter for the next time. She didn't believe that Master would really punish her for such a thing.
Before the master and disciple could return to the inn, they saw a crowd gathering at the inn's entrance. Suddenly, a path was cleared, and several black - clothed men carried a sedan chair out.
"The divine messenger?" Yaohua wrinkled her face like a steamed bun. "Why are they causing trouble even in broad daylight?"
Her words were so sarcastic that God Chongming flicked her forehead. "Speak properly."
"Master!" Yaohua covered her forehead. "Don't be angry. I won't say such things again."
The sedan chair passed by them, and Yaohua quickly forgot what had just happened.
"Master, I seem to smell the scent of our phoenix clan," she sniffed in the direction of the sedan chair. "Could the person in the sedan chair be one of my clansmen?"
Hardly had she finished speaking when she heard someone sigh. "I didn't expect the priestess to choose a foreigner this time."
"He's such a handsome young master. It's really a pity."
"As a sacrificial offering, they're all good - looking. But in the end, they're just a pile of rotting meat."
These words were like a bolt of lightning across the dark night sky. That's right. After that person was disemboweled last night, they were carried away by those so - called divine messengers as the sacrificial ceremony ended. But no one knew what they did with the body.
Anyway, she couldn't let the priestess commit another murder tonight.
"Master, carry me!" Yaohua stretched out her arms. As she smelled the delicate fragrance on her master, she whispered mysteriously, "Master, I'm going to do something big tonight!"
Chongming nodded without asking what the big thing was. "Do as you see fit."
Yaohua pouted, surprised that Master agreed without asking a single question. "Master, you won't stop me, will you?"
"No," Chongming looked at the departing sedan chair. "Let's go back to the inn first."
Back at the inn, Yaohua immediately went to find Mo Qing.
How could such a big thing as exposing the true face of the priestess be done without the participation of her sixth elder brother?
"Sixth elder brother! Open the door, sixth elder brother!"
What was her sixth elder brother doing? He should have been back by this time. Yaohua peeked through the crack of the door but saw nothing.
Since no one opened the door, Yaohua conjured a little bird and sent it to look for Mo Qing.
The little bird hovered in front of the door for a while and then suddenly flew outside.
Could it be that her sixth elder brother hadn't come back yet? Maybe he was having fun outside behind her back.
Yaohua patted the pouch on her waist.
Soon, a white mist drifted out and slowly took the form of Rong Chu.
"Little princess, what are your orders?"
"Don't be so polite. Just call me Yaoyao," Yaohua said, twiddling her fingers. "Sixth elder brother hasn't come back yet. Can you help me find him?"
As her cultivation was not high enough to make the spiritual bird talk, she had to ask Rong Chu to help her find her sixth elder brother and bring him back quickly.
"Okay." Rong Chu turned back into white mist and disappeared before her eyes.
Since Chongming performed the soul - cleansing technique on Rong Chu last night, Rong Chu was no longer restricted by day or night and could come and go freely. Yaohua was extremely envious.
How many secret techniques were there in the Heavenly Realm? If she could learn them all, would she be as powerful as her master in the future?
Before she could go to find Chongming, Rong Chu came back.
"So soon?" Yaohua looked downstairs in surprise. There was a bustling scene, but there was no sign of Mo Qing.
Rong Chu smiled bitterly. "Little princess, the young god has encountered trouble."
It turned out that Rong Chu followed the spiritual bird all the way out and found an empty sedan chair. According to the onlookers, the divine messenger had taken a sacrificial offering from the inn today in that sedan chair.
No wonder she smelled the scent of her clansman in the sedan chair. Besides her sixth elder brother, there was no other clansman in Henan Prefecture. Yaohua regretted deeply. If only she had been more vigilant at that time.
The spiritual bird stopped in front of the sedan chair, indicating that it couldn't find any trace of Mo Qing.
Yaohua paced back and forth in a hurry.
Right!
Master must have a way!
Chongming was dealing with official business. Seeing Yaohua running over in a hurry with a panicked face, he couldn't help but put down the scroll in his hand. "What's the panic?"
"Master, elder brother was taken away by those divine messengers. Now his whereabouts are unknown," Yaohua was almost dying of anxiety. "Master, can you help me find him?"
"Don't be anxious," Chongming calculated with his fingers and raised his eyebrows. "If you want to find him, wait until tonight."
"Tonight?" Yaohua was shocked. "Is sixth elder brother going to be disemboweled by that female priestess tonight?"
The image of a dead phoenix with its eyes closed and its belly cut open instantly appeared in her mind. Yaohua shivered.
It couldn't be... After all, her sixth elder brother was a young god of the phoenix clan. If he was killed like this, it would surely become the biggest joke of the phoenix clan in the past few thousand years. He probably wouldn't allow himself to become a topic for others to talk about.
Before she knew it, night had fallen.
The master and disciple arrived at the drill ground early.
Sure enough, the sacrificial offering tonight was her sixth elder brother!
Seeing Mo Qing tied to the pillar with a defiant look on his face, Yaohua's heart skipped a beat.
Just looking at the incantations on the stone pillar made her feel terrified. Her sixth elder brother was still tied to it. Yaohua didn't even dare to imagine the pain he was going through.
Should she smash the stone pillar?
Once this thought came to her mind, she couldn't hold back any longer. She took a step towards the altar, gathered her spiritual power in her hand, and suddenly struck at the stone pillar!
A soft white light suddenly appeared and blocked the spiritual power. When the two spiritual powers collided, they disappeared on the spot.
Chongming walked to her side, squatted down, and held her insistent hand, dispelling her spiritual power. "There are formations inside and out. If you do this, Mo Qing will be in great danger."
The delicate fragrance on him seemed to envelop Yaohua.
"Have you learned the paper puppet technique?"
This was the lowest - level technique. Because it required too many mediums and was easy to be seen through by those with higher cultivation, it was rarely used. Due to its uselessness, many cultivators didn't bother to learn it.
Yaohua was the same. She shook her head. "Please teach me, master."