Following the first black shadow attack, Zhang Tian was subsequently subjected to continuous attacks from shadows.
The methods of attack were even more bizarre.
Some emerged from the ground like rats, while others suddenly appeared, posing quite a challenge for Zhang Tian.
Around him, shadows flickered like streams of light in the darkness, constantly flashing around Zhang Tian.
They ceaselessly blocked Zhang Tian's advance.
Within the surrounding courtyard, there were numerous rooms, and Zhang Tian, for a time, did not know which direction to head.
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Tian was momentarily trapped in place.
"This courtyard should be the lair of the weasels, and the attackers must be weasels. I wonder how I should break this formation?"
Zhang Tian pondered, a hint of confusion in his mind as to why Daoist Yimei hadn't set up a formation yet.
The surrounding black shadows continuously launched attacks at him. Zhang Tian's Lu Shang King's sword had already repelled the black shadows several times.
Despite this, Zhang Tian had not even drawn his sword from its sheath.
He intended to conceal his strength and unleash his full power only when he encountered the Great Immortal Huang.
At this moment, with Hu Bayi.
Hu Bayi looked at the chicken head on the table. He ignored it and, like Zhang Tian, walked inside.
"Young master, our master wishes to meet you. You are invited."
The butler stood before Hu Bayi, his pale face devoid of any color.
Hu Bayi said little. He simply took out his compass and looked around. Hu Bayi discovered that the surrounding magnetic field was also somewhat chaotic.
However, upon closer inspection, the directions could still be discerned. Hu Bayi realized that the location the butler was leading him to was likely a cliff, making him even more cautious.
"I wonder how Older Brother is doing."
Hu Bayi frowned slightly. He hadn't expected to immediately enter an illusion upon entering. He was more worried about his teammate, Zhang Tian.
Following the butler, Hu Bayi proceeded further inside.
Zhang Tian looked at the seemingly endless black shadows, knowing he could delay no longer.
"I'll use a lightning talisman to scare these fellows away first, then I'll go in,"
Zhang Tian muttered, taking out his peach wood sword again and drawing a talisman in the air.
Subsequently, a lightning-attributed aura permeated the surroundings.
Using this opportunity, Zhang Tian directly charged into the inner chamber.
Upon entering the inner chamber, Zhang Tian's eyes fell upon a shrine.
Within the shrine sat a golden statue of a Daoist.
It was said to be a Daoist, but it wasn't; behind this Daoist was a tail.
"Huang Da Xian's golden sculpture?"
Seeing this, Zhang Tian shivered all over.
Could it be that some villagers had previously admitted that weasels were immortals?
Or had this fellow truly cultivated to become an immortal?
Beneath the golden statue were countless offerings.
Paper figures' heads were neatly arranged.
And on the eyes of these paper figures' heads, dots had been painted.
The paper figures with dotted eyes were inherently inauspicious.
Now, not only were paper figures present, but their eyes had also been drawn.
Those heads stared directly at Zhang Tian, making him feel a chill down his spine.
The surrounding decorations were also strange, overall yellow. On both sides of the shrine were some carved patterns.
It truly gave off the feel of a Daoist shrine.
"Seeing this immortal, why do you not kneel?"
Suddenly, the statue slowly spoke, its voice stern.
Accompanied by endless majesty.
If it were before, Zhang Tian would have surely been suppressed, but unfortunately for the statue.
Zhang Tian's cultivation had improved.
Facing this, he was not intimidated at all, not even the slightest bit fearful.
"Apologies, I, Zhang Tian, do not kneel to heaven or earth, only to those who gave me life and raised me."
Zhang Tian said calmly, his hand gripping the Lu Shang King's sword tightly.
If he had seen this Huang Da Xian, it would have meant that Daoist Yimei, Xie Yuchen, and the others had definitely seen it too.
As such, it would be equivalent to this entity facing several opponents alone, and its strength would likely not be at its peak.
Therefore, Zhang Tian believed he could attempt it.
"Ignorant!"
The statue's voice boomed, and the next moment, a gust of cold wind swept in, and the statue actually underwent a change.
The originally golden statue turned black.
And within the surrounding cold wind, there were traces of energy like blade-light, filling the entire shrine.
"Buzz."
The Lu Shang King's sword specialized in slaying malevolent spirits.
Zhang Tian fiercely drew his sword, and endless evil energy surged out from the scabbard.
Concurrently, it carried countless killing intents.
Amidst the cold wind, Zhang Tian's sword madly slashed towards the Huang Da Xian statue not far away.
The speed was extremely fast, so fast that the cold wind could not keep up with Zhang Tian's pace.
Zhang Tian's Qinggong had already reached a state of perfect mastery.
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Tian was able to smoothly reach the front of the statue.
"Slash!"
With a downward swing of the sword, before Huang Da Xian could react, the statue was cleaved in two.
"This simple?"
Seeing this, Zhang Tian couldn't help but frown.
The previous hellish difficulty had now become ordinary?
While Zhang Tian was momentarily stunned, the statue miraculously reassembled itself.
At the same time, the statue stood up.
It seemed prepared to test its true strength against Zhang Tian.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian also assumed a combat stance, wanting to test the extent of his own power.
After Zhang Tian and the others entered their predicament, Zhang Qilin, carrying his black gold ancient saber, had arrived at the place where he had previously seen the eyes.
On the wall, Zhang Qilin's foot rested on a rock, his gaze coldly fixed above.
Above, a massive mural of a weasel appeared before him.
And the eyes he had seen earlier were on the mural, the eyes of the weasel.
"Such potent demonic energy."
Zhang Qilin frowned slightly.
Standing on the rock, he slowly approached the mural.
He ran his fingers over it.
"Hmm? A mechanism?"
Upon touching a particular stone, Zhang Qilin's hand paused.
Then, he inserted his index and middle fingers into the stone, pulling out a piece.
Simultaneously, the ceiling above began to separate.
And a coffin was brought out.
"This is?"
Seeing this, Zhang Qilin's expression became even more solemn.
This object was clearly unusual. The yellow coffin was adorned with weasel patterns.
And the demonic energy emanating from within was extremely strong. Most peculiar of all, the head of the coffin resembled a weasel's head, its eyes wide open, creating a deeply eerie sight.
"The true master is inside?"
Seeing this, Zhang Qilin's expression was grave. He then looked down at the courtyard below.
Within the courtyard, energies surged, and powerful spellcasting energies enveloped the entire ancient dwelling.
It was time to resolve this.
"Lin!"
Suddenly, Daoist Yimei's voice echoed from within the courtyard.
"Ancestral Master, return to your place!"
Following Daoist Yimei's voice, faint phantoms appeared in each of the four corners.
Concurrently, golden light flashed, and in the next instant, all the surrounding evil energy was dispersed, and the illusions vanished.
Zhang Tian, who had been striking the stone sculpture, stopped.
He looked at the stone sculpture, realizing that it wasn't a stone sculpture at all, but countless weasels wearing human skin.
And on the ground, the weasels Zhang Tian had slain had already piled up into a small mountain.
"It wasn't Huang Da Xian! Where did the real Huang Da Xian go?"
Looking at the human-skinned weasels before him, Zhang Tian was even more bewildered.
He looked around.
The once opulent courtyard had instantly turned dilapidated.
Rotten.
And around them, the supposed onlookers and servants had transformed into weasels, beginning to scatter.
The courtyard itself did exist, and in a corner.
Fatty was indeed gnawing on something.
"Holy crap, a chicken head!"
When Fatty snapped out of the illusion, he was utterly stunned.
Looking at the chicken head in his hand, he instantly felt terrible.
"I never thought that Fatty's lifelong reputation would be attracted by a chicken. What a sin, what a sin."
Fatty threw away the chicken head, wiped his mouth, and walked towards Zhang Tian.
Little did he know, the chicken head he had just discarded had changed again. Fatty had not noticed it at all.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian was truly afraid that Fatty would consume something poisonous and die on the spot.
Hu Bayi, carrying a weasel, also walked over.
He had just been standing on the edge of a cliff and nearly fallen.
This courtyard was built on a very deep cliff.
"Older Brother, this courtyard existed long ago. This place was actually a refuge for a large family!"
Hu Bayi's hoarse voice carried over.
Zhang Tian looked around.
"Hmm? Peach Blossom Spring?"