Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the small courtyard behind the ancestral hall, four spiritual fields are neatly arranged, and the color of each ridge of soil is different. Even a layman can see that there is a lot of detail involved.

A few hours ago, there were herbs with fascinating aura growing here, but now they have all disappeared, leaving only abrupt pits.

"No wonder the whole village needs precious medicine, but how could the witch saint be injured?" The village chief took a few quick steps and shouted in front of the closed door:

"Your Majesty, I have brought all the spiritual medicines in the village as you ordered."

Inside the house, a weak voice came out: "Please leave it at the door!"

The village chief pulled off the storage bag from his waist, straightened the rope, and placed it in front of the closed door.

She hesitated again and again, and asked, "Your Majesty, is there anything else you need us to do?"

After a long while, a weak voice finally said, "How old are you this year?"

The village chief looked surprised and replied, "I have wasted my whole life. I am sixty-eight this year."

"Sixty-eight. According to the rules of the village, you have to go up the mountain in twelve years. Are you afraid?"

The village chief frowned and said sternly, "How can I not be afraid? But everyone has to die. Some are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather. For the sake of the village's safety, I have no choice but to sacrifice my life."

"Does everyone else in the village think so?"

"This...is a rule passed down by our ancestors. Most of them probably think this way."

"Okay, pass on my decree. It is rare for a person to live to 70. From now on, the age limit for cultivators in the middle realm to go up the mountain will be changed to 70. The age limit for cultivators in other realms will decrease accordingly."

The village chief's head was buzzing, as if someone was chiseling it with an awl. The witch saint said to change the age to seventy, which meant that in two years she would have to go up the mountain.

She opened and closed her mouth for a long time without saying anything. Finally, she uttered a few words: "In accordance with the order of His Majesty... the Sorcerer Saint."

After a moment, she seemed to remember something, and she knelt on the ground, bowed three times, and said, "My life and death are not important, but I wonder if the position of village chief has been selected by the witch saint?"

"I forgot! The girl from the Yun family has both good talent and character, so let her take over!"

The village chief frowned and said, "Yun Haiying? He seems to be only at the fifth level of Qi training. Even if you personally choose him, will it be difficult to convince others?"

"You have already reached the sixth level of Qi training!" Just as Yao Gu finished speaking, a piece of paper flew out of the house and stopped in front of the village chief.

The village chief was startled, and thinking of the golden light not long ago, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. She carefully put the note away, bowed again, and turned to leave.

She hadn't taken a few steps when a weak voice behind her suddenly said, "The snake plague...is coming soon. Two years or ten years may not make much difference."

The village chief paused, turned around and bowed, saying, "Witch Saint, rest assured. Whether I am the village chief or not, it is my responsibility to protect the village."

A moment later, in the ancestral hall.

The dim oil lamp illuminated the crowd, and many of them yawned, becoming impatient with the wait.

Seeing the village chief coming out, an elder in green robes stepped forward and asked, "How is it, does the witch saint have any instructions?"

The village chief handed the three-finger-wide note to the other party and said, "Read it for yourselves! Read it out directly after you finish reading it. I will go home first."

"Go home, you are not the host..." The elder in green shirt saw the content of the note and swallowed the rest of the words.

When the other elders saw the village chief leaving, they were extremely puzzled and hurried forward to inquire about the situation.

The elder in green sighed and passed the note to the next person.

The note was passed among the elders. After reading it, two elders' expressions suddenly became complicated. They stood up, clasped their fists and said, "Everyone, we will go home first!"

In the ancestral hall, about two hundred people were confused, not knowing what was going on. The village chief had a bad temper and had left without saying goodbye before, but why did these two elders leave suddenly?

"What's going on?"

"Is there going to be a change of leadership? Impossible!"

There was a gradual commotion and noise below.

"Everyone, please be patient. Things are indeed changing quite a bit, and we will announce it to everyone soon." The elder sitting next to the village chief shouted.

Soon, the note was passed to Yang Yongqing. After reading it, he walked to the front of the ten chairs and said:

"Everyone, according to the instructions of the Wizard Saint, I will now announce two things. First, it is rare for a person to live to seventy years old. From now on, the age limit for middle-level cultivators to go up the mountain will be changed to seventy..."

"What? Seventy, did I hear that correctly?"

"Why? My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was already 80 years old. How can this be changed just like that?"

"Why would the wizard saint give such an order?"

The ancestral hall was instantly in an uproar, and the loudest shouting came from some white-haired intermediate-level cultivators, who were either approaching seventy or already over seventy years old.

Everyone in the village knew each other. They had married each other for hundreds of years and were more or less related. As the old people cried, their voices gradually converged into one:

"We are not disobeying the decree, but you must give us an explanation!"

"Yes, I want to die knowingly!" said a white-haired old woman who rushed forward.

"Where is the village chief? Ask him to go find the witch saint and explain the situation." Some elderly people began to look for the village chief according to the usual procedures.

However, they searched the entire place until their necks ached, but they still couldn't find any trace of the village chief.

"Don't look for him anymore. The village chief has already gone home." said a young man in the crowd.

The old people were filled with panic and became emotional. They rushed to the front and surrounded the remaining seven elders in the middle, saying:

"Mr. Xia, what do you think we should do?"

"Mr. Yang, you are at the highest level, why don't you go and speak for everyone."

The circle was getting smaller and smaller. Seeing this, Yang Yongqing yelled, "Don't panic, let me finish reading the second thing."

The aura of the eighth level of Qi training pounced on the group of old men like a ferocious beast, causing everyone's faces to change, and they all thought in their hearts: "Eighth level of Qi training, he actually broke through!"

Seeing that the scene had calmed down, Yang Yongqing continued, "The second thing is that His Majesty the Sorcerer Saint has appointed Yun Haiying to take over as the village chief."

This time, it was the turn of the middle-aged people below to start making a commotion. Some cheered loudly, while others were filled with anger.

Among them, Gu Jinfeng suddenly stood up and shouted: "Why ..."

But before she could finish her words, Gu Yinfeng pulled her back to the chair and said, "Sister, if you go now, it will be like an egg hitting a stone. There are still two elders' seats!"

Gu Jinfeng's face was extremely ugly, and she said, "Elder, do I need to fight for it?"

"It wasn't necessary before, but it's hard to say now."

Gu Jinfeng fell silent for a moment and leaned back in her chair dejectedly.

At the same time, Yun Haiying was surrounded by a group of old people, and all kinds of saliva were falling like raindrops.

Yun Haiying struggled to squeeze in front of Yang Yongqing and said, "Master Yang, is this true? I don't have enough experience and I'm afraid I can't take on such a big responsibility."

Yang Yongqing handed over the note in his hand and said, "Look for yourself. This is the handwriting of the witch saint. It cannot be faked."

Yun Haiying took the note and fell silent after reading it. He didn't know why the Witch Saint chose her, and he didn't know how to deal with the group of difficult old people in front of him.

She held it in for a long time and just wanted to come up with a delaying tactic: "Everyone! His Majesty the Sorcerer Saint should have gone to bed, why don't we adjourn the meeting and wait until tomorrow morning..."