"The Cining Mountain Nunnery…"

 

Chronicle looked at the closest "anchored special location" name on the screen and tapped it lightly.

 

In the next moment, a pop-up window appeared on the screen:

 

"Zhao Wenyu, a Card Craftsman from Qingshan Province, established a temple with the image and real name of the main battle card spirit, Cining Mountain Nunnery, and set coordinates. This often attracts the worship of ordinary creatures in the local area, which continuously enhances her cultivation. At the age of twenty-two, she successfully broke through to platinum."

 

"Unfortunately, she tragically sacrificed herself during a secret realm clearing operation at the age of twenty-four, with the consent of her family, the Cining Mountain Nunnery has now been reopened, with coordinates (14,44) as the anchor point."

 

"Card Craftsmen can go there and reset the anchor point themselves. Our unit will close its related navigation function after the mark is reoccupied."

 

"The subsequent maintenance work of the spiritual coordinates and anchor point units will also be carried out by the Card Craftsmen who occupy this place."

 

Chronicle's finger slid lightly, scanning the screen.

 

"Building a temple and harvesting faith…"

 

He murmured softly, his eyes brightening.

 

The method of establishing coordinates by "building a temple" was very much in line with his initial plan.

 

"Building tombs and erecting mounds are too gloomy and too conventional. It's not easy to come to this grand scene, so let's play big."

 

Chronicle thought to himself, setting the Cining Mountain Nunnery as his target location, and then hurriedly went there with Seven Brothers, Eight Brothers, and the direction of Yingtai.

 

Along the way, there were deserted tombs everywhere, and various statues filled with strange aura, like hungry and impatient vengeful spirits, ready to break out of the stones at any time.

 

Fortunately, this gloomy atmosphere didn't last long. After walking for a dozen miles, a bright and romantic peach forest entered Chronicle's sight.

 

Although the sky was gloomy and a thin gray mist filled the mountains, this large peach forest added a touch of brightness to this gloomy world.

 

Such a scene made people unconsciously feel relaxed, even their footsteps became lighter.

 

And Chronicle's physical fitness was outstanding, he quickly arrived at the marked location on the map.

 

It is worth mentioning that although the Cining Mountain Nunnery is represented by small red dots on the map, the entire small mountain where it is located is included.

 

But it's not a small piece of land.

 

"It's a pity that it's in the grand scene. Otherwise, if I rent it out every year, I can earn quite a bit."

 

Chronicle thought to himself, looking up at the small mountain in front of him.

 

Although it was called a small mountain, it was still a huge object in front of them.

 

And Chronicle found that the mist here was much denser than in other places.

 

If the mist at the entrance was the degree that nature could produce on its own, then here, there must be "people" pushing it.

 

"It can't be Magnia from 'Ultraman Tiga,' right?"

 

Chronicle casually commented, adjusting his mood, and slowly moving his steps forward while holding Yingtai's hand, as if being "escorted" by Osiris and Seven Brothers, "feeling his way" in the dark.

 

Fortunately, Seven Brothers was extremely considerate and would clear away the stones or moss that could cause him to fall before he stepped on them.

 

Eight Brothers also held his shoulder with one hand and tightly grasped the chain with the other, observing the surroundings with a cold and stern gaze.

 

Every time they took action, they would bind a passing lost soul and store it in a blank card as material for Chronicle.

 

In this way, with one person, two ghosts, and two gods supporting each other, they slowly moved forward step by step.

 

Finally, after half an hour, they arrived at the halfway point of the mountain.

 

At the same time, a roar suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

 

The sound echoed around, making it impossible to determine its exact location.

 

However, from the strong bloody smell permeating the air, it could be seen that the other party must be nearby.

 

"Going up the mountain in the fog, aren't you afraid of accidents? Young people nowadays are so bold."

 

"Come with us. We are hunters near here. Even if we close our eyes, we won't get lost."

 

"Hurry up, there are big bugs on this mountain."

 

Just as Eight Brothers was wrapping the chain around his fist in circles, preparing to perform "Osiris Fights the Tiger" and earn some money for Chronicle, logical and clear dialogue suddenly sounded around them.

 

Mumbling, chattering, mixed with some unfamiliar accents that Chronicle had never heard before.

 

But after all, it did not deviate from the Chinese language system. Chronicle could guess some of it even if he didn't understand it completely.

 

Alertness was instantly raised.

 

"Hunting in the ghost's nest? I have to say, this identity is quite imaginative."

 

Chronicle thought to himself, without replying.

 

Who knows if these guys have the skill of "sucking away souls when someone responds."

 

In a secret realm, being cautious is the only way to survive for a long time.

 

"Come with us."

 

Someone continued to speak.

 

Immediately after, several vague figures appeared in the mist, turned around, and walked quickly in one direction.

 

Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers exchanged glances, their mouths slightly curved, and a touch of spirituality flashed in their eyes.

 

And since entering the secret realm, Yingtai's small face had been filled with seriousness, tightly holding Chronicle's hand without letting go.

 

"Hurry up, it's going to be dark soon."

 

As if sensing that Chronicle didn't follow, one of the "hunters" turned his head and called out.

 

"Let's go."Chronicle casually instructed, leading three card spirits to chase after the footsteps of the "hunters".

 

To his surprise, these guys didn't lead them to a cliff where they would be crushed to pieces, nor did they encounter deep pits filled with bamboo spikes.

 

Instead, they took a few turns and entered a convenient path up the mountain.

 

They continued walking for more than ten minutes.

 

As they approached the summit, a gust of foul wind suddenly blew, stinging Chronicle's cheeks.

 

Then, a ferocious and scar-covered tiger head gradually approached, its bloody mouth wide open, as if it wanted to bite off his head.

 

"Being an accomplice to a tiger? Was that a ghost just now?"

 

In Su Shi's "Casual Talks of Fishermen and Woodcutters," it is recorded: "Once eaten by a tiger, it becomes a ghost, and then it becomes a servant of the tiger."

 

Without a doubt, the "hunters" who had just lured them to this place were controlled by this tiger demon.

 

Unfortunately, they had reversed the roles of hunter and prey and successfully "invited the wolf into the house."

 

"Bang!"

 

A short and explosive sound resounded throughout the world as Seven Brothers knocked the tiger over with a powerful punch, shattering several large bluestones in the process.

 

"Heh heh."

 

The tiger let out a strange cough-like roar.

 

With its natural strength and toughness, it withstood Seven Brothers' punch without any harm.

 

After shaking its head, it turned around and swung its tiger tail at Seven Brothers, instantly cutting a bloody path and knocking down strange rocks and ancient trees along the way.

 

Seven Brothers stood his ground, resisting the attack.

 

The sound of metal colliding with metal rang out as the tiger's tail, along with the blood path, struck his sturdy chest, not even causing a scratch.

 

Taking advantage of the tiger's movement, Seven Brothers opened his arms and "embraced" it.

 

Then, he grabbed the tiger's fur on top of its head, pressed it down, and with his iron fist wrapped in half of a soul-locking chain, he caused a series of metallic collisions as he hammered down like a heavy hammer.

 

With just one punch, the tiger was left seeing stars.

 

With another punch, its skull shattered, and blood burst out like a soy sauce, vinegar, and spicy sauce shop had opened, mixing together.

 

With the final punch, it sounded like a meteor crashing into the earth.

 

The crisp sound made people feel physically uncomfortable.

 

It was as if their own skulls had been shattered as well.

 

"Phew…"

 

After using Chronicle's spiritual power to seal the strange tiger, Seven Brothers didn't rush to leave.

 

Instead, he looked around and, after determining the positions of the several ghosts, he stomped on the ground with one foot, like a cannonball, and shot out, almost shattering the spirits of these hunters.

 

Fortunately, he also knew the importance of these "things that deserved to be fed to dogs" to Chronicle, so he held back when capturing their souls, ensuring that he brought back all the materials intact.

 

"Not bad."

 

Chronicle nodded and received the blue material called "White-Eyed Tiger" and several white materials called "Cunning Ghost" from Seven Brothers, which were covered in tiger blood.

 

Then, they continued walking along the path.

 

After a few minutes, they finally reached the mountaintop.

 

The mist here was the thickest.

 

Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers released their spiritual power, scanning the surroundings, but they didn't find any ghosts.

 

Instead, the mountain ghost money that had been hanging around Chronicle's neck, acting as a "silent bodyguard," slowly floated up.

 

The red string moved slightly, as if it wanted to guide Chronicle in a certain direction.

 

"Hmm?"

 

Chronicle exclaimed in surprise.

 

In the next moment, lines of text entered his mind through the card panel of the "Mountain Ghost Coin."

 

"Detected the presence of an item carrying the 'Mountain God Divine Fragment' within a hundred meters. 'Mountain Ghost Coin' enters 'Resonance' state and can automatically track the location of the item."

 

"Finding and merging the fragments can activate the hidden will of the Mountain Ghost Coin, without the need for additional materials, to create an independent card."

 

Feeling the feedback in his mind, Chronicle couldn't help but pat his head. "Mountain God Divine Fragment? Independent card?"

 

The name "Divine Fragment" sounded grand, but in reality, it was just a special material.

 

However, it was priceless and extremely difficult to obtain, even for families like Ziliang, Youyou, Yao Yuan, and Baitian.

 

After all, as the saying goes, "Rare things are valuable."

 

And this thing, not only was it rare, but it could also greatly increase the talent limit of a card and possibly unlock some extremely powerful exclusive skills and traits.

 

It could be said to be quite amazing.

 

"If I remember correctly, the reward for winning the 'Qingshan Cup' is also this kind of thing."

 

"However, there is a difference between 'divine fragments'."

 

"The expressive power of the 'Mountain God' is almost the lowest among the known types of divine fragments."

 

"Combined with the relatively larger quantity, it is basically the 'cheapest' among the various types of divine fragments."

 

"And the 'Qingshan Cup,' as a provincial-level competition with far-reaching influence, probably wouldn't use this type of divine fragment as a reward."

 

"But then again, even if it's cheap, it's still more valuable than everything I've ever obtained."

 

"And…"

 

Thinking this, Chronicle's eyes brightened slightly. "The expressive power of the 'Mountain God' is low? Then I just have to use it purely."

 

"The bottom-level workers called by Monkey Brother are 'Mountain Gods,' Dongyue Dadi and Xiyue Dadi are also 'Mountain Gods.' It all depends on how you use the same type of divine fragment.""But come to think of it, even the cheapest divine power is still divine power, not something that can be easily obtained. This Zhao Wenya must come from a pretty good background. Or rather, a very good one."

 

Chronicle thought to himself, shaking his head slightly.

 

What did it matter to him if her family was well-off?

 

The reactivation of the "Merciful Nun Temple" was also approved by her family.

 

"To put it bluntly, this material is destined for me, Chronicle. It should be mine."

 

Chronicle muttered to himself, then followed the guidance of "Mountain Ghost Coin", turning here and there.

 

After walking for a few minutes, he finally found a small temple behind a conical pile of stones. The temple was built with stones, covered with red tiles, and was not even as tall as his waist.

 

Perhaps due to the lack of spiritual nourishment, the color of the temple was extremely dull.

 

It looked gray and was shaking in the not-so-strong wind.

 

Chronicle squatted down and peered inside.

 

There was a stone statue of a goddess with a strange smile, sitting on a stone platform inside the temple.

 

"Smiling yet crying…"

 

The first time Chronicle encountered this phrase was in a book by a certain red-haired emperor.

 

The brilliant empress in the story liked to wear a "smiling yet crying" bronze mask.

 

At that time, he thought "smiling yet crying" was just an emoji of laughter and tears.

 

So, in his imagination, the stunning empress became a funny and lovable woman.

 

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized how creepy this expression was.

 

Joy and sorrow intertwined, purity and filth merged, many completely opposite things were presented in one.

 

It felt like…

 

"Red and White Collision."

 

The strong contrast stirred up the deepest fear in people's hearts.

 

Unspokenly, this Zhao Wenya seemed to understand the underworld scene.

 

Imagine, when you've climbed up a small hill with all your effort, thinking you're about to get the treasure, you see a small temple under the gloomy sky and oppressive fog.

 

The stone statue inside is looking at you with a compassionate gaze, but the expression is somewhat eerie and sinister.

 

That atmosphere… was completely intense.

 

And according to Chronicle's understanding of horror, when Zhao Wenya was alive, this small temple and stone statue should have had other abilities.

 

For example, no matter how others run, they would always return to the original place, like a ghost hitting a wall.

 

Or some "mental pollution" skills or characteristics that make people lose their sanity.

 

But the fact was, none of these existed.

 

What Zhao Wenya prepared were straightforward traps like tigers and heavy fog.

 

As for mental pollution, horror valley effects, and other underworld stuff, she didn't even think about it.

 

Chronicle always thought he was a normal person, just forced to blend into the Land of Peach, a perverted circle.

 

Little did he know, he was a unique pervert.

 

And a very bad one at that.

 

"According to Mountain Ghost Coin's hint, the fragment should be here."

 

"So how should I force it out?"

 

"Or…"

 

Chronicle looked at the stone statue grinning at him: "Evil spirit, how about a splash of urine?"

 

A two-in-one chapter, another one coming later.

 

(End of this chapter)