Guarding the Prison for 100 Years, I Emerge to Overwhelm the Demon Venerable

But aside from that, if the Old Mansion Master were to die suddenly without a successor being found, some of the nearby villagers would spontaneously elect someone. That person would then receive the acknowledgment of the Divine Position and become the new Mansion Master.

This is also known as "establishing a temple."

"No..."

Cui Yanliang shook his head slightly.

"He’s still alive."

Alive?

The entire group was stunned.

The positions held by Daoists who possess a Divine Position are many and varied, making for a rather complex system.

’And as for the Yin Temple... the Yin Temple...’

Judging by the name alone, it was obvious that this person should have received the Yin Department Divine Position only after death.

’Can a living person be the Mansion Master of a Yin Temple?’

They had traveled far and wide for many years and considered themselves worldly, but they had never heard of such a thing.

How could a living person be the Mansion Master of a Yin Temple?

"If he’s alive, how can he possess a Divine Position from the Yin Department?"

Someone asked, thoroughly confused.

But Cui Yanliang didn’t offer a detailed explanation. He walked through the crowd and arrived before the Yin Temple.

The Yin Temple wasn’t large, but it was tidy.

The overflowing Incense and Candle Qi was quite strong, but strangely, there was no incense burning inside, nor was there a main gate.

All the Incense was being burned outside the temple.

When they arrived, they saw people kowtowing and burning incense, but not one of them dared to take a single step inside the Yin Temple.

This made the group even more curious.

"Get out!"

Just as the group arrived in front of the Yin Temple, they suddenly heard a roar that exploded in the air.

A vicious gust of wind blasted out from the Yin Temple, instantly extinguishing all the Incense burning outside and knocking the kneeling worshipers to the ground.

Several villagers fell, suffering bloody heads and broken bones.

Cui Yanliang’s expression remained unchanged, but the others were all furious!

If Cui Yanliang hadn’t remained silent, someone would have stormed the Yin Temple on the spot.

"Mercy, Lord Mansion Master!"

"Calm your anger, Lord Mansion Master! We’ll get out, we’ll get out right now!"

The worshipers, all pale with terror, scrambled away in a panic.

In the blink of an eye, only Cui Yanliang and his group were left in front of the Yin Temple.

"Sir, this..."

You Yun was a little surprised.

As far as he knew, these villagers deeply respected this Mansion Master.

In fact, the only reason these villagers could make a living fishing on this great river was because they had the Shelter of the Yin Temple’s Mansion Master.

But now, it seemed their relationship with the Mansion Master wasn’t very good.

"We’ll know once we go inside and see."

Cui Yanliang stroked his beard, glancing thoughtfully at the terrified faces of the villagers in the distance.

Then, he stepped into the Yin Temple.

It was called a Yin Temple, but it looked more like an ordinary Daoist Temple.

The air outside was thick with the scent of Incense, but there wasn’t the slightest trace of it inside.

"Get out!"

The moment Cui Yanliang stepped into the Yin Temple, the massive roar echoed again.

"Dead is dead! What’s the damn point of burning more Incense!?"

"If you come to burn incense again, I’ll cripple you!"

The furious shout cracked like a bolt from a clear sky. A current of air then howled to life, and a vicious wind swept toward them.

It was strong enough to make the very air ripple.

"How dare you!"

An Armored Warrior, holding a sharp weapon, barked coldly. He took a step forward, his blade already drawn an inch from its sheath!

A sharp aura surged forth, slicing through the howling gale.

"This person means no harm."

Cui Yanliang waved his hand, and the Armored Warrior involuntarily sheathed his blade and stepped back.

The others wanted to say something more.

𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But Cui Yanliang had already taken another step, standing inside the temple from which the roars had come. He spoke calmly:

"All who travel from afar are guests. Is this how a host treats his visitors?"

WHOOSH!

Before he had even finished speaking, a burly man strode out from within the Yin Temple.

Upon seeing the man, the group’s eyes widened in surprise.

The man was over eight feet tall, a full head taller than anyone else present.

He had a red face and a black beard, with the powerful build of a bear—broad-shouldered, thick-limbed, and exuding a fierce, martial aura. His Physique was immense.

He looked less like a Mansion Master and more like a battle-hardened general; no one would have doubted it.

But what truly caught their attention...

...was the deep, vertical crease on the man’s brow. It resembled a celestial eye, adding to his formidable presence.

"The Mansion Master of the Yin Temple is actually a living person?"

someone couldn’t help but exclaim.

This drew a cold sneer from the burly man, who frowned and said:

"What? Is there some rule that says a living person can’t be a Mansion Master?"

His voice was incredibly resonant, booming like thunder and stirring up waves of air with every word.

Only then did the group realize that what they had heard before wasn’t a roar of anger, but simply his normal speaking voice.

Such a Physique was truly a rare gift.

"A rather impressive Physique."

Cui Yanliang stroked his beard, a Divine Light glinting in his eyes.

He felt a faint stirring in his heart.

It seemed this person shared some kind of fate with him.

Ever since he began practicing the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Techniques that Su Bai had taught him, Cui Yanliang’s perception of the world had deepened considerably.

Now, feeling this connection, he began to take a genuine interest in the large man before him.

"Whether my body’s good or not is none of your damn business!"

The burly man barked, his face a mask of impatience.

"I don’t care why you’re here. Get lost, all of you! Don’t make me get physical!"

"You!"

The men behind Cui Yanliang bristled with anger, but they forced themselves to hold it back.

"This isn’t your territory."

Jin Yunfeng spoke flatly.

"And you are not the Mansion Master."

His voice was neither high nor low, just hoarse and unpleasant.

But upon hearing this, the burly man’s expression grew a little more solemn.