It seemed that in an instant, the village was ablaze with a sea of lanterns. Although it was located deep in the mountains, the vigilance of these villagers had always been extremely high. There were usually people patrolling the village, and at this one call, several people loudly asked: "Where is the alarm?"

  Mo Zi Chen was flying over in mid-air, the flames below illuminated her figure, and she fell from mid-air, coincidentally there was a big tree beside her, she stuck to the big tree like a fish and slipped down. Unexpectedly avoiding everyone's eyes and ears.

  It was then that she realized she was outside a house, and the shouting came from inside.

  This was a rare inn in the village, usually with few guests, but now it was lit up inside. Mo Zi Chen's mind was racing, and he immediately knew that this must be Zhang Zhenren, whom Lu Peng had brought from outside the mountain.

  The residual light in her eyes swept towards the house, and suddenly revealed a look of great horror. Her throat seemed to be choked by someone, and even her breathing became urgent.

  In the center of the house, she saw that it was Xiaojuzi Fan Xin, at this time his whole body was upside down, as if he had been hung up, but there was no rope on his body. At this time, his face had already risen with a faint black air, and his face was extremely ferocious, terrified to the extreme, just like seeing the most terrifying thing in the world.

  In front of him, there was a gigantic monster that looked like an enlarged spider, with a pitch-black body and patterns on it that made people dizzy at first sight. The stench was overwhelming. This giant spider crouched on an octagonal table, while opposite the spider, behind Ren Fan's back, sat an old Taoist priest. However, he had his eyes tightly closed, his face deathly pale, and seemed to have no vitality, like a corpse.

  At this time, on the spider's body, a very hoarse voice suddenly came: "I didn't expect that there would still be someone here who could see through my actions. You called out like this, and now Master Dao can't help but kill you."

  Mo Zi Chen was shocked beyond measure, but it wasn't until then that she discovered she couldn't utter a word.

  That Taoist priest had his mouth tightly closed, so who was speaking?

  Mo Zi Chen had heard people say that there were those in the jianghu who were skilled in ventriloquism, but she clearly heard that this voice was coming from the spider's body. What kind of eye-deceiving technique was this?

  At this time, the surrounding noise had been coming continuously, and people were constantly rushing towards this side. The voice suddenly sighed: "What a pity, so many people will be buried with you."

  From the moment that cry rang out until Mo Zi Chen landed, it was only a matter of an instant. At this time, outside had already become a hubbub of voices.

  At that moment, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the spider's body, and immediately afterwards, a faint humming sound was heard on the ground outside the house. A thread of deep red silk stretched out towards the distance without stopping. Then a shout came from outside: "What's going on?"

  "I seem to have gotten lost, it's all foggy here and I can't get in!"

  "Is it on fire?"

  "My goodness, this is a dead end!"

  Countless cries rose, Mo Zi Chen looked at the distance in extreme shock. At this time, she clearly saw that there were at least dozens of people surrounding the outside of the house, with the closest ones only a few meters away from her. However, these people seemed to be like headless flies, walking around in place, occasionally rubbing shoulders and treading on each other's heels, yet not a single person came in this direction.

  What is this? She had never heard of such a brilliant deception technique in her life!

  It was only then that she discovered that on Fan Weng's four limbs, there were several black marks, like spider silk floating from the void, firmly locking his body in place. Immediately after, even more astonishing things happened.

  A jet of inky black smoke rose from the spider's body, forming a straight line that slowly flew towards the Taoist priest's head.

  The Taoist's crown chakra seemed to have opened an invisible mouth, and the black air slowly sucked in. Afterwards, his complexion also became increasingly ruddy.

  When the black air had completely dissipated, Daoist had transformed into a normal person. He slowly stood up, and in front of him, on the Eight Immortals table, the spider that was lying there had shrunk to only an inch in size.

  His face faintly revealed a hint of color: "Unexpectedly, I just went to Mengpo Mountain for a walk, but I was able to meet this Qian Tian Yin Yang Cao. Unfortunately, you bunch of common people have eyes but don't recognize Mount Tai, treating such a treasure as fodder for horses? Hahaha!" He raised his head and burst out laughing, as if he had encountered the most ridiculous thing in the world.

  Ren Fan's face turned bright red, and his entire body almost turned crimson, as if the blood vessels inside his body were about to burst out of control.

  The Taoist suddenly exclaimed, "This Dry Sky Yin Yang Grass's birthplace must have spiritual objects accompanying it for over a thousand years, and maybe even spiritual beasts guarding it." His face sank like water as he coldly said, "Tell me, where did you guys pick this grass from?"

  He waved his hand, and Fan Xin suddenly seemed to be able to speak. He shouted: "You treacherous Taoist priest, hurry up and let me go! Otherwise, my fourth brother will come and make you die without a place to bury your body!"

  The Taoist burst out laughing and casually pointed his hand outward: "Your family is right outside, but take a look, can any of them rush in?"

  Ren Fan's new head, as if it could move freely, turned to look outside, and suddenly revealed an extremely frightened and disbelieving expression.

  He was originally just a teenager, suddenly encountered such a situation, and was frightened to the point of being completely flustered, exclaiming: "What kind of person are you?"

  The Taoist laughed and said, "No, I am not a human!" He said with some pride: "I have taken the essence of heaven and earth, gathered the spiritual energy of the universe. I am a true immortal!"

  In Mo Zi Chen's mind, there was a sudden "bang" sound. The words spoken by the Taoist priest kept echoing in her ears for a long time. It turned out that there were indeed immortals in this world!

  Ride on the clouds and mist, mount the sun and moon, share the same longevity as heaven and earth, and shine with the same radiance as the sun and moon.

  Mo Zi Chen had always thought that the immortals recorded in those unofficial histories were just vague and unsubstantiated legends. At least, as a princess of noble birth, with imperial power extending throughout the land, she had never seen an immortal before.

  But now, she saw with her own eyes that this Taoist priest had an incredibly vast divine power, and so many people, including some top martial artists, were all being toyed with at his fingertips.

  If this isn't a fairy, then what is?