Chapter 4

In front of the black sacrificial hall's grand door, two crude black stone-carved giant tigers stood.

Yue Qingsnow stood beside the left giant tiger, holding a broom and gently sweeping the steps.

Gao Zhengyang suddenly remembered that Yue Qingsnow was the personal disciple of the great shaman of the Tie Lin tribe, Elder Sang, and also the youngest shaman of the Tie Lin tribe.

From this vantage point, Gao Zhengyang finally got a clear view of Yue Qingsnow's appearance.

In terms of facial features, Yue Qingsnow was not particularly beautiful, only graceful. Her skin, tender and fair as snow, added a touch of beauty to her.

On her fitted black long robe, red strange characters the size of tadpoles were embroidered. Her black, smooth, and silky hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore no socks, only a pair of straw shoes.

Her simple and profound attire gave her an indescribable aura of tranquility and coldness.

The most striking feature was her deep blue eyes, as pure and distant as the sea.

The red mark on her forehead, winding like a snake, added a touch of mystery and melancholic beauty to her.

Even standing in the bright sunlight, Yue Qingsnow seemed to be enveloped in a thin mist, giving a sense of unreality and etherealness.

Lin He walked over and respectfully bowed, saying, "Shaman Yue, I wish to see Shaman Lin Yuan."

The fierce and domineering Lin Nüzǐ stood obediently to one side, slightly lowering her head, not daring to look around.

Lin Ye was even worse; he only dared to sneak a glance at Yue Qingsnow, his face turning bright red, and he didn't dare to look again.

The family's respectful and cautious demeanor made Gao Zhengyang somewhat amused. He also understood that Lin Ye's fight for the steamed bun was not necessarily for the food, but more to get closer to Yue Qingsnow.

Just like fans buying merchandise from their idols in his previous life, it seemed that by buying something, they could get closer to their idols.

Yue Qingsnow didn't even look up and said, "He's inside."

Lin He quickly nodded, thanked her respectfully, and then gestured to Lin Nüzǐ to go in immediately.

Gao Zhengyang followed behind, amused but also more cautious. He did not fear the divine, but the power of the sacrificial hall could not be underestimated.

As Gao Zhengyang stepped into the gate, Yue Qingsnow looked up at him. Her deep blue eyes showed a hint of confusion.

Gao Zhengyang felt her gaze, turned his head, and smiled at her, saying nothing. He was proud and did not like to beg for help.

This kind of private matter did not need to be discussed with Yue Qingsnow.

The Lin family entered the gate, tiptoeing as if afraid to damage the blue stone paving the courtyard. They even breathed cautiously.

In this world, the human race's faith was more devout. The shamans, representing the divine, also wielded great power because they acted on behalf of the gods.

The divine was distant. The truly fearsome were always people.

The main hall of the sacrificial hall was grand, and through the gate, one could faintly see several divine statues inside.

The side rooms were clearly living quarters.

The entire sacrificial hall was solemn and clean, with a faint incense smoke floating, adding a sacred atmosphere.

Lin He was very familiar with the place. He told Lin Nüzǐ and her son to stand in one corner and not to move, then entered the side room on the right.

Throughout, Lin He did not speak to Gao Zhengyang.

Gao Zhengyang did not mind. To him, the sacrificial hall was no more than a village-built ancestral hall. In terms of scale, it was quite meager.

The only thing that interested him was the strange power or aura here.

According to the theories of his previous life, it was a special magnetic field that could suppress human emotions.

But in this world, there were various magical powers, and the theories of his previous life could not be simply applied.

Gao Zhengyang was a martial arts master in his previous life, and after numerous life-and-death trials, his will and spirit had been honed to the extreme.

After crossing through time and space, his divine soul seemed to have undergone some transformation, becoming even more sensitive and agile.

He calmed his mind and sensed that the source of the aura was deep in the main hall of the sacrificial hall.

The strange power enveloped the entire sacrificial hall, like a special protective layer.

This power was endless, not particularly strong, but like an underground spring, it was continuous and inexhaustible.

"Magic, magic array?" These two terms suddenly popped into Gao Zhengyang's mind.

The high status of the divine in this world was also because believing in the divine could grant great power.

This power called magic was even more mysterious than martial arts.

Gao Zhengyang really wanted to enter the main hall and study the strange power inside.

Unfortunately, in this place and at this time, he could not act rashly.

After a while, Lin He came out of the room and gestured for the others to come over.

Shaman Lin Yuan was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, puffy eyes, and a dull, yellowish complexion. Sitting in a chair, he looked as if he could fall asleep at any moment, lacking any energy.

Wearing the same black long robe, he looked particularly unkempt, lacking the solemn and dignified air of a shaman.

"Looks like a lecher who indulges in excess," Gao Zhengyang thought, but his face showed no expression.

He stood there, relaxed and natural, without any discomfort. He even smiled and nodded at Lin Yuan, who was sizing him up.

Lin Yuan's puffy eyes showed a hint of disdain, and he coldly said, "Your uncle has already told me about the matter. At your age, separating from the family is foolish. Listen to my advice, go back and apologize to your uncle, be obedient and listen, and you won't suffer."

Shaman Lin Yuan's words excited Lin Nüzǐ and Lin Ye. With the shaman speaking, how could they dare not listen!

Gao Zhengyang glanced at the smug Lin He and shook his head helplessly. This person's mindset determined that he would only play these small tricks.

"I have decided to separate from the family. If Shaman Lin is unwilling to help, you can find Elder Sang."

Elder Sang was the great shaman of the sacrificial hall, with a noble status and a reputation for fairness and strictness, highly respected in the Tie Lin tribe. If he really had to involve Elder Sang, Lin Yuan would have a hard time explaining.

Gao Zhengyang's refusal was direct and decisive, giving no face to Lin Yuan.

"Since you are so determined, don't regret it."

Lin Yuan's face darkened, and he waved his sleeve, getting up and leaving. As a shaman, he couldn't afford to lose face by quarreling with Gao Zhengyang.

Moreover, inside the sacrificial hall, he dared not act recklessly. Gao Zhengyang's firm and strong attitude meant that if anything happened, he would look even worse.

Entering the main hall, they were greeted by three stone statues over ten feet tall. On the wooden table in front of the stone statues, many spirit tablets were densely placed.

The large stone tripod in front of the divine statues emitted a continuous incense smoke, making the atmosphere in the main hall even more sacred and oppressive.

Gao Zhengyang only glanced once and was drawn to the stone statue on the left.

This stone statue was draped in a black robe, wearing a crown, and had a sword at its waist. Due to the rough carving, only the cold and imposing expression of the statue could be vaguely seen.

What truly attracted Gao Zhengyang was the black and white Taiji symbol on the chest of the statue.

The embroidery was poor, the Taiji symbol was flattened, and the yin-yang fish were somewhat deformed.

But there was no doubt, it was a Taiji symbol.

Moreover, at the feet of the statue were intertwined turtle and snake. Although the carving was rough, it was hard to tell what it was.

"True Wu Emperor?" Gao Zhengyang, who had practiced Tai Chi since childhood, was very familiar with this deity.

The reason he had come to this world was because he had seized a copper plate called the Yin-Yang Heavenly Wheel, and his enemy had detonated a pre-set micro-nuclear bomb.

In the final moment, the Yin-Yang Heavenly Wheel underwent a strange transformation, bringing him through time and space, and merging with Gao Zhengyang.

Gao Zhengyang's thoughts raced, but his expression remained unchanged as he followed Lin Yuan's instructions.

"Ancestors, bear witness: Gao Zhengyang separates from his uncle, receiving a cross sword and a pig. From now on, Gao Zhengyang will establish his own household, and have no further ties with Lin He's family."

Lin Yuan, holding a duster, stood beside and said loudly, "If Gao Zhengyang dies, all his property will go to Lin He's family."

After saying this, without waiting for Gao Zhengyang to speak, Lin Yuan waved his duster, "The ancestors have witnessed. In the sacred ground of the sacrificial hall, you should not linger. Leave quickly."

Gao Zhengyang gave Lin He a meaningful smile. He knew Lin He's plan, but Lin He had no idea who he was dealing with, which meant Lin He's plans would inevitably fail.

Lin He, feeling uneasy under Gao Zhengyang's smile, slightly turned his head, not daring to look into Gao Zhengyang's eyes.

Gao Zhengyang took the cross sword from Lin Nüzǐ and left on his own.

Lin Nüzǐ was extremely indignant, "What a brat, so arrogant!"

Shaman Lin Yuan sneered, "I think he is destined for a short life and won't be arrogant for long."

Lin Nüzǐ was taken aback, then understood, her face lighting up with joy, "Shaman, you are absolutely right, absolutely right. The brat will soon die a violent death..."

The crude words of the butcher's wife made Lin Yuan slightly frown, but he ignored her.

Lin He leaned in and whispered, "My nephew's short life is also predestined, no need to worry. This time, I trouble my elder brother. When I have some free time, I will invite you to my home."

"Sure," Lin Yuan agreed with a dignified expression.

The Lin family of three returned home. Lin Nüzǐ sent Lin Ye out and asked impatiently, "What did you give Lin Yuan this time?"

"I promised him three Tiger Bone Spirit Strengthening Pills," Lin Yuan replied.

"What, so many?" Lin Nüzǐ said, pained, "Lin Yuan really dares to ask for so much!"

When Lin Nüzǐ spoke of Lin Yuan, her tone was not very polite. Although she was respectful in the sacrificial hall, it was out of reverence for the place. She didn't care much for Lin Yuan, especially since he was so greedy, which made her even more dissatisfied.

"He is a shaman, and a small share won't do. That cross sword is a fine hundred-forged steel sword, worth more than ten Tiger Bone Spirit Strengthening Pills. As long as we get the sword back, we will have gained," Lin He analyzed.

"How do we get rid of that brat?" Lin Nüzǐ asked with great interest. If possible, she would really like to take matters into her own hands and stab the hateful thing to death.

"That's easy. Once he joins the Iron Blood Army, we can arrange some tasks and find an opportunity to take his life," Lin He said, stroking his mustache with satisfaction. "My nephew, even if he regains his senses, is still just a child, and he wants to compete with us!"

"Ha ha ha..."

The couple laughed heartily, feeling extremely pleased.

Lin Ye, hearing from a distance, though not knowing the details, guessed the general idea. He couldn't help but grin and mutter, "Fool, just wait and see how you die!"

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