Chapter 110

Chapter 110

The envoy spent half a day and finally arrived at a village.

A young man guarding the village entrance spotted them, his eyes flashing with wariness. He immediately dropped what he was doing and ran into the village.

Seeing him, the envoy quickly dismounted, waving frantically and calling out loudly, "Brother, wait!"

But his words were useless; the man neither turned back nor stopped, already having run far away.

They didn't need to think twice; they knew he had gone to notify the villagers.

"Ah," the envoy sighed.

But as he looked up and surveyed the peaceful little village, his eyes lit up. He was very curious about how the wild deity, whom the sect feared so much, had managed to block those demons.

A Cultivator nearby was displeased by the commoner's dismissive behavior. He leaned close to the envoy's ear and whispered, "Perhaps I should go apprehend him and bring him back for your questioning, sir."

The envoy shook his head, stopping him. "Absolutely not. The wild deity protects them. We must not act rudely, lest we displease the wild deity."

Hearing this, the Cultivator knew it was true. He suppressed his fiery temper, nodded, and quietly waited patiently on the side.

The young man ran back to the village, reaching the ancestral hall, and loudly called out, "Village chief! There's a group of strangers outside. I'm not sure what they're here for."

This village was one of the three originally protected by the little immortal and the closest to the town.

Outsiders' first stop was always here.

Hearing the call, the village chief put down the incense in his hand and hurried out of the ancestral hall. Anxious, he walked up to the young man, checking him over for any injuries.

Seeing that the younger villager hadn’t been harmed, he breathed a sigh of relief. The village chief asked, "Da Niu, did you get a good look at them?"

Da Niu nodded. "There are fewer than ten of them. I saw several mortals, and two Cultivators are with them. They're on horseback, carrying swords, covered in dust—they don’t look like those arrogant Cultivators who came before."

The village chief made a decision. "I’ll go with you to take a look."

Da Niu accompanied the village chief back to the village entrance.

The group was still there, but now their faces showed astonishment and doubt. Even the two Cultivators looked incredulous.

"There’s actually a barrier around this village."

They had grown tired of waiting and tried to enter, but after taking just a few steps, they suddenly bumped into something.

This transparent, invisible barrier blocked the entire group outside the village, preventing them from entering.

"This must be the work of that little wild deity," the envoy guessed inwardly.

Seeing that even the Cultivators, who had escorted them and slain many evil spirits along the way, couldn’t break the barrier, the envoy was amazed by the little wild deity’s power.

The two Cultivators, who had initially been unconvinced, also let go of their pride in the face of the barrier.

Even working together, they couldn’t break it, proving that the wild deity had the strength to make them temporarily lower their heads.

"Who might you be?" the village chief called out from about ten meters away.

He could tell these people were well-dressed, likely high-ranking officials or nobles. Though he was just a small village chief, he wasn’t afraid.

The people from the little immortal’s village had said that as long as no one voluntarily left the village boundaries, outsiders and evil spirits couldn’t get in.

The barrier kept everyone safe.

The envoy quickly replied, "Elder, we’ve come from Yan State. With several Great Demons now in the world, this land is facing a storm of bloodshed, and the people of various states are suffering. We’ve heard there is a wild deity here offering protection. I humbly request the wild deity’s assistance in helping the Yan State eliminate these demons."

The village chief was stunned.

He hadn’t expected these people to be asking for the little immortal’s help.

After all, the last person who came from Yan State had wanted to eliminate the little immortal.

The village chief fell silent. This wasn’t something he could decide, and he couldn’t tell if these people were speaking the truth or lying.

He didn’t dare let just anyone meet the little immortal. What if someone intended to harm him? He would become a sinner in the eyes of all the surrounding villages.

The envoy could see the village chief’s hesitation and vigilance, as well as the wariness of the young man behind him.

He sighed, took out the token and credentials he carried with him, placed them on the ground, and stepped back to maintain a safe distance. "These items can verify my identity. Elder, you may examine them before making a decision."

Da Niu and the village chief exchanged glances, and Da Niu stepped forward.

The barrier above the village offered no resistance to him. Da Niu easily retrieved the proof of identity.

The village chief took them, examined each one carefully, and understood. He recognized the envoy’s identity.

"So it’s the Supreme General," he said, his eyes filled with newfound respect and awe. "This humble citizen pays respects to the General."

The envoy quickly stopped him. "Elder, there’s no need for courtesy. May I ask if you could introduce us to the wild deity?"

This time, the village chief didn’t refuse. He weighed his words carefully and said, "The little immortal isn’t in our village. He’s in the neighboring village. Please wait a moment, esteemed guests. We need to go ask the little immortal’s opinion first."

Little immortal?

The envoy’s eyes widened in shock. Could the wild deity actually be a child?

No matter how surprised he was inwardly, he didn’t show it on his face.

The man remained polite and humble, adopting the posture of someone asking for a favor. "Thank you, elder."

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You Nan was meditating in the ancestral hall when he heard the village chief’s voice behind him. "Xiao Nan, there are people outside who wish to meet the little immortal."

You Nan turned around and asked, puzzled, "Who are they?"

The village chief didn’t hide it and said directly, "A general from Yan State, also an envoy."

"They hope the little immortal can protect Yan State." The village chief felt somewhat conflicted. The little immortal was just a small child—how could he possibly have the power to protect an entire country?

You Nan understood immediately. He looked down at the little child sleeping on his lap and gently shook him. "Mao Mao."

The next moment, the child’s eyes opened, showing no trace of drowsiness.

He looked up at his father, then at the village chief, who seemed even more aged after these disasters, and answered firmly, "Okay, I’ll meet them!"

He had heard everything the village chief and his father just said.

The little child had a small goal in mind: he was determined to digest those powers and grow stronger!

The envoy soon received the good news from the villagers and was overjoyed.

The group immediately headed to the village where the little immortal had first appeared. There, besides the little wild deity, they also met a young man staying by his side.

The village chief leading them bowed slightly with great respect, "That is the Little Immortal who protects our village."

They looked up and widened their eyes in shock.

Even though they had prepared themselves for the Little Immortal's youth, they never expected him to look only five or six years old.

Yet, it was this very Little Immortal who had managed to protect the people of this area.

The Little Immortal noticed the envoys' astonishment.

The Little Immortal grinned cheerfully.

None of these people knew that his appearance could change as his abilities grew.

Before, the little child looked even younger, but now he had "grown" after consuming the incense offerings.

"We pay our respects to the Little Immortal," the envoys said respectfully, bowing to the Wild Deity and addressing him with the village's term of reverence.

The little child adopted a serious expression, his chubby cheeks utterly adorable, much like any innocent child from an ordinary family.

However, his babyish voice betrayed his young age. "No need for formalities. I already know the matter you’ve come for."

Before they could speak, the Little Immortal continued, "Even if you hadn’t come, I would have eventually gone out. I agree to your request to protect the Yan State. But right now, the Yan State is filled with battlefields everywhere, and it would be too slow to handle each battlefield individually."

The envoy understood his meaning.

The Little Immortal had agreed to their request, but there were surely terms that required their cooperation.

The envoy quickly asked, "What should we do then?"

The Little Immortal instinctively reached to stroke his chin, but his hand found nothing there.

He was still young, unlike the elderly in the village who grew beards.

He couldn’t use that to appear profound.

So, he raised his hand again and calmly rubbed his smooth little chin. "It’s simple. Set up deity statuettes everywhere."

The Little Immortal already knew where his other father was in this life.

He had discovered this from the deity statuette that 007 brought back from the depths of the mountains.

A deeply hidden thread of divine consciousness resided on that deity statuette.

Ordinary cultivators couldn’t detect it.

But the Little Immortal saw it at a glance.

It was the same faint, elusive divine presence he had sensed when he first arrived in this land.

His father was quite remarkable—even with just this bit of consciousness left, he still remembered to share treats with him, helping him grow stronger and protecting his other father.

With the assistance of this thread of divine consciousness, the villages had earned a reprieve during the previous battle.

You Nan stood quietly to the side, watching them converse with the little child.

His eyes were filled with both amusement and worry. He feared that the demons outside were too powerful, leaving the Little Immortal helpless or even endangered.

Seeing the little child’s fearless demeanor, You Nan suddenly felt anxious about his own limited power, only at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

He was afraid of being left behind, unable to follow the Little Immortal on the path ahead.

If he didn’t grow stronger, he would only become a burden to the Little Immortal.

You Nan didn’t want that.

Perhaps because the Little Immortal had appeared from the jade pendant You Nan had worn since childhood, he felt an unconscious closeness to him.

Aside from his parents and elder brother, the Little Immortal was the most important person in You Nan’s heart.

You Nan lowered his eyelashes, hiding his thoughts.

The envoy, hearing the Little Immortal’s words, knitted his brows in thought. "Are you referring to the deity statues worshipped by the sect?"

The little child appeared confused. "Huh? What sect?"

He didn’t understand what sect deity statues were, but he didn’t ask for an explanation.

He reached behind himself with both hands, searching around, and then produced a statuette that looked very familiar to the envoys.

"It’s this one!" the child said carefully, holding it up. "As long as you have other places outside set up statuettes like this, even one per location, I can manifest there and protect that area."

The envoys stared at the statuette in shock.

Wasn't this the deity discarded by the Yan State long ago?

Could it actually be effective?

The envoy grew uneasy, a bold assumption forming in his mind.

He asked the Little Immortal, "Does this statuette really work?"

The little child nodded with certainty. "Of course it does."

This statuette was the representation of his other father. If he descended to those places and couldn’t defeat the demons himself, his father would surely emerge to help him. How could the two of them together fail against those evil forces?

The envoy gazed at the eroded, indistinct statuette in the Little Immortal’s hand and suddenly recalled the deity statues worshipped by the sect.

He had seen one from a distance once.

It appeared compassionate, but an ominous and chilling aura surrounded it. Even a veteran general like him felt uncomfortable inside the temple.

Moreover, every time the monarch went to the temple to offer sacrifices, his health would weaken for a period afterward.

If it happened once or twice, it could be coincidence, but more than that suggested the statues were problematic.

The monarch had suspicions, but the sect was too powerful, forcing the royal family to avoid direct conflict for the time being.

And now, an opportunity had arisen.

The envoy’s breathing quickened as he eagerly agreed, "Of course. I will arrange for it to be done immediately. Even at the cost of our lives, we will ensure it is executed thoroughly."

"Absolutely not!" A thunderous voice roared from outside the village, shocking everyone like a deafening thunderclap.

The villagers and the envoys felt their eardrums ache and their heads spin.

The elderly and children, weaker in constitution, clutched their heads in agony.

The Little Immortal let out a soft snort, tapped his foot lightly, and an imperceptible force spread out, creating a protective barrier around everyone that nullified the sonic attack and returned them to normal.

You Nan uncovered his ears, looked up, and immediately recognized the identities of the newly arrived group.

He gritted his teeth.

Weren’t these the same hypocritical "immortals" who had come to their village earlier, threatening to kill the Little Immortal?