Chapter 1 Years Flow By

Time flows, water moves, but mountains and stones remain.

In the distant past, Changyang Mountain and the slumbering headless giant were just as they are now.

…

Yuan always felt that his personality must have been influenced by the big man next to him.

That's why he followed him here.

He looked up. The man next to him thrust the Yeying Sword upside down into the ground, gazing into the distance at the majestic mountain range with bright eyes, full of spirit. Yuan himself was almost half-dead from exhaustion, practically dragged up here. The heroic voice beside him explained, "This is Changyang Mountain."

"Legend has it that Xuanyuan Huangdi (the Yellow Emperor) and Xing Tian fought here. In the end, Xing Tian was defeated, and his head was chopped off. Look, it's buried right here. Actually, Emperor Xuanyuan was quite ruthless."

The valiant girl explained.

Her name was Si Wenming. Of course, Yu, whose personality was anything but refined, nodded.

This man was a great hero of the Central Plains, capable of even confronting the legendary Water God.

Although the girl was reluctant to leave the city, she still had to serve as a guide.

Because in her kingdom, as a descendant of Kua'e, she was one of the few who could disregard Xing Tian's pressure and approach Changyang Mountain.

She was curious about what these two were doing here.

But then she saw the youth next to her sit cross-legged on the ground, taking out jade stones and carving knives, and starting to carve on them. She was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and reached out to stop him, saying, "Hey, hey, what are you doing, Tu Shan Yuan!"

"Writing, what else could I be doing?"

"Besides, my surname isn't Tu Shan, just call me Yuan."

"Not Tu Shan?"

"But aren't you from the Tu Shan clan?"

"I'm a war captive, you know?" The youth Yuan said as he carved,

"Although the *shi* (clan name) is a common designation for tribes, my original tribe disappeared when I was a child, so I have no surname or *shi*. As a war captive, although Nü Jiao (the witch) is willing to give me this *shi*, I think I'll pass."

"Don't get me wrong."

The youth paused and said seriously, "Although that Nü Jiao is violent, has a terrible temper, likes to tease people, does it frequently, and is very scheming, capable of keeping Yu in the palm of her hand, etc., etc., but besides that, she's still pretty good."

The valiant girl was dumbfounded.

"Is there anything good about that?"

"Of course."

The youth Yuan thought seriously and said, "For example, she's very beautiful."

Beautiful…

The girl was stunned for a moment, recalling that Witch Nü Jiao was indeed heroic and possessed the divinity and allure of a nine-tailed fox. This mixture of allure and divinity created an unforgettable elegance. In comparison, she, wielding a battle axe, seemed much rougher.

She touched her brow and tugged at the strand of black hair that stuck up.

She had a pair of sharp, sword-like eyebrows, rare for women, and bright almond-shaped eyes, but that was about it. Her hands were full of calluses.

Beside her, Wei Yuan grumbled, pouring out his woes,

"I originally thought she was a very dignified person, after all, Lord Gaotao was Emperor Shun's prison warden, but later I found out it was all an act. Let me tell you, luckily Nü Jiao is the youngest of Lord Gaotao's children, if she really had a younger brother, he'd be in for a bloodbath."

"He'd definitely be bullied to the point of questioning his fox-life."

Thinking of his experiences on Chongwu Mountain, Yuan's teeth itched with anger.

But he couldn't beat her.

So he could only grit his teeth in anger.

Luckily, he wasn't from the Tu Shan clan, let alone her younger brother.

Otherwise, wouldn't he be bullied by her since childhood?

Luckily, luckily…

The girl listened to his casual jokes and forgot to stop him for a moment. When she saw that enough words had been carved on the jade stone, she became anxious. She had just said that casually, but if that sentence was recorded, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?

But after snatching it over, she found that the words on it had changed.

"Xing Tian fought the Emperor for divinity here. The Emperor severed his head and buried it on Changyang Mountain."

The valiant girl blinked and said, "You're quite cultured, aren't you?"

"I thought you only knew how to cook."

The youth boasted, "Of course."

"I'm not a cook, I'm a proper potter and jade craftsman."

King Yu said, "Yuan, are you done writing?"

"Of course."

As descendants of Xuanyuanqiu of the Yellow Emperor, both Yuan and Yu instinctively held a hostile attitude towards this God Xing Tian.

Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly, "Now that you're done writing, then it's time for business. Ahead is the God Xing Tian who once fought against Emperor Xuanyuan. Even though he's sealed here, I can still feel his power. Heh… how can I miss such an opponent?"

"By the way, Yuan, why don't you make the first move?"

King Yu said with a hint of jest, "You make the first move, and I'll take care of the rest."

"That way, when we go back, we can tell Nü Jiao and Qi about how we fought Xing Tian together."

Yuan hesitated for a moment, his eyes slightly lit up, a hint of eagerness in them.

Then he looked in the direction of Xing Tian and hesitated, "But it's too far."

King Yu laughed and said, "You can throw a pottery jar over there, just like you did back then."

After thinking it over, Yuan thought it was feasible. He casually fiddled with the pottery jar hanging at his waist. It was filled with coarse salt used to marinate meat. Then, he casually untied the thick hemp rope holding the pottery jar. With a twist of his hand, the heavy pottery jar required the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, obtained after consuming a strange beast, to be thrown.

King Yu's second half of the sentence fell at this time:

"Hahaha, just kidding, how could I let you do such a thing? Of course, this dangerous task has to be done by me."

"You two…"

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, the pottery jar filled with coarse salt drew an elegant arc in the air, accurately smashing into the body of the God Xing Tian, covering his chest and navel completely. The world was silent, and King Yu's last words finally landed.

"…stay away."

The valiant girl was silent.

The corner of King Yu's mouth twitched.

The two silently watched the cook, who had thrown the pottery jar out with steady, powerful, and graceful movements, deep in thought.

Yuan always felt.

His personality must have been influenced by Yu.

Right?

Xing Tian awakened, opened his current eyes, and then his eyes were filled with coarse salt specially made in the Age of Gods. Then he fully awakened, raised his head and let out a roar of anger. The battle axe in his hand was raised violently. King Yu shook his head and laughed loudly, "Just what I wanted!"

"Yuan, General Kua Lin, retreat!"

"Leave it to me!"

King Yu rushed up.

Xing Tian was furious and turned around abruptly. The shield in his hand, which had once clashed with Xuanyuan Sword without losing ground, rotated, smashing towards Yu's face with a force that seemed capable of turning a mountain into dust. King Yu spun and was smashed into the stone wall of Changyang Mountain, embedded within.

A pile of pulverized rubble fell with a crash.

King Yu rushed up.

King Yu was sent flying.

Xing Tian pulled out his battle axe, intending to kill the descendant of the Xuanyuan tribe before him.

Then, a sword light erupted, heavily smashing into Xing Tian's shield, knocking Xing Tian back half a step. King Yu struggled out of the mountain wall, laughing heartily as he fought Xing Tian. Yuan and the general of the Daughter's Kingdom quickly left, as the battle was no longer at a level they could participate in.

The valiant girl carried Yuan with one hand, leaping swiftly across the boulders.

The latter was still carrying the jade book in one hand and writing quickly with the other.

"Aren't you worried about Yu?"

"Him… he came here to challenge Xing Tian in the first place. Besides, I trust him."

"Then what are you recording now?"

"Recording? Recording the rest of Xing Tian's description. It seems that although Xing Tian's head was taken away, he still has combat abilities, using his nipples as eyes, his navel as a mouth, wielding a *ganqi* (battle-axe and shield) to dance…"

Yuan wrote this sentence, and then wrote half a sentence after it.

"Obtained from Kua Lin of the Daughter's Kingdom."

He smiled, "Thank you for accompanying us here."

"I can only write your name in the book."

……………………

Time has passed, and the past adventures and experiences have long turned into dust in history.

But this war god who once fought with Emperor Xuanyuan is still sleeping here.

Wei Yuan caught sight of the half of the pottery jar next to him and slowly retreated, the wind flowing under his feet, his footsteps silent. Quietly, quieter, War God Xing Tian, I was ignorant in my past life, just pretend you didn't see me…

Wei Yuan still remembered the way Yu was smashed into the mountain by a shield.

He suspected that Emperor Xuanyuan had probably also eaten this shield before.

Looking at it now, the shield that could still exist after being slashed by King Yu's Yeying Sword and the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan Sword was definitely of unquestionable quality, at least much harder than his head. Wei Yuan turned around, controlled the wind, and walked down the mountain. He finally reached the foot of the mountain, and the war god was still sleeping.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he heard the sound of movement. A group of people walked up from the foot of the mountain. The clothes they wore could no longer be identified as the style of five thousand years ago, but the patterns on the hem of their clothes still vaguely showed traces of the past. The group protected a beautiful girl. The crowd saw Wei Yuan and were also stunned.

Immediately, the people on the periphery stepped forward subconsciously, protecting the girl inside.

"Are you here to gather herbs too?"

A short-haired, neat woman asked generously:

"I didn't expect that there would be herb gatherers from other countries."

Coming to Changyang Mountain to gather herbs?

How dare you!

Wei Yuan was surprised in his heart. The words used by the other party were the languages developed and proliferated by various overseas countries over thousands of years. Because they originated from the original Cangjie script, he could still recognize them. He did not point out that the other party was deliberately protecting the girl. He just pointed to the top and said slowly:

"Danger."

The woman was stunned.

What era is this?

Why does this person speak with the flavor of ancient prose?

However, she could also understand that such words were roughly equivalent to "This place is dangerous, retreat quickly."

She glanced back at the beautiful girl, who nodded. She then turned her head and explained with a smile, "If you are talking about that war god, then it doesn't matter. Thousands of years ago, there was a great change in the world, and the demon gods all fell asleep one by one. Even the War God Xing Tian has long been asleep. The great battle at the foot of the mountain six hundred years ago did not wake this war god."

Wei Yuan was stunned. Everyone said so, swearing confidently. They didn't hide anything when they spoke.

But this place was still peaceful. Wei Yuan finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, but there was also a strange complexity.

So that's how it is.

But,

"Even someone as powerful as Xing Tian has fallen asleep…"

Top of Changyang Mountain.

At the moment when Wei Yuan uttered the two words Xing Tian in a subtle and imperceptible way.

The hand of the man holding the battle axe moved imperceptibly——

ps: Today's first update...3200 words, thank you to Shi Ri Zhi Yi for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

The general of the Daughter's Kingdom, Kua Lin, has appeared many times in the exchanges between Nü Jiao and Wei Yuan before.