I Grind to Martial Saint

"Alright..."

"Then let’s go pay our respects."

Ding Zihu said helplessly.

But in the next moment,

he suddenly flipped over the Eight Trigrams Mirror he wore on his chest, aiming it straight at the old crone!

"AHHH!!!"

The light seemed to set the old crone’s entire body ablaze. She let out a blood-curdling scream and turned to ash.

"Hmph!"

"Pay my respects? To hell with that!"

Ding Zihu sneered.

’We can’t stay here any longer.’

He called out to Han Yuan, ready to find another way to escape.

When he turned around,

Ding Zihu’s expression froze.

The old crone had appeared before his eyes once again.

"Young man... are you sure you won’t pay your respects to the great Holy Snake?"

This time, the smile was gone from the old crone’s face, replaced by a grim and terrifying expression.

"I..."

Ding Zihu was about to activate the Eight Trigrams Mirror again.

But in the next instant,

he felt countless malicious gazes fall upon him.

The feeling was indescribably terrifying.

He felt that if he used the Eight Trigrams Mirror to destroy this crone again, those malicious eyes would tear him to shreds instantly.

"We’ll go... since we’re already here."

"Of course we’ll go."

Ding Zihu forced a very strained smile.

He knew this so-called visit to the Holy Snake would be fraught with danger.

But he had no other choice.

’If I don’t agree,’ he thought, ’I fear that countless terrifying things will leap from the shadows in the very next second.’

So, agreeing for now was the only option.

Han Yuan said nothing.

He acted just like a normal person would after encountering such bizarre phenomena—terrified, helpless, and completely at a loss for what to do.

Hearing his agreement, the old crone said no more. She turned and led them to pay respects to the so-called great Holy Snake.

With the old crone leading the way, everything seemed to change.

Even the village path, which had seemed endless, now had an end.

After reaching the end of the village and rounding a corner, a strange, dark, and sinister building appeared before Han Yuan.

The building resembled a village temple, but the eaves on both sides were each carved with a bizarre black snake.

Furthermore, the wooden pillars supporting the temple were also entwined with black snakes.

At first, Han Yuan thought these black snakes were also just carvings.

But upon closer inspection, he was shocked to discover otherwise.

The black snakes were alive.

They even raised their heads and hissed at Han Yuan and Ding Zihu.

A cold, sinister feeling washed over Han Yuan.

The old crone, seemingly used to it, was not the least bit surprised.

But when Ding Zihu saw this, his scalp tingled with fear.

Yet he could only brace himself and follow the old crone into the village temple.

As soon as they entered,

they saw the villagers of Sanling Village kneeling motionless on the ground.

Han Yuan’s nose twitched.

He caught the reek of something foul, damp, and cold.

The source of the stench was the villagers kneeling on the ground.

The old crone ignored the villagers, leading Han Yuan and Ding Zihu straight toward the main hall.

Just then, Han Yuan accidentally stumbled, bumping into one of the kneeling villagers.

Like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on, the villager lunged forward and tried to bite Han Yuan.

In the moonlight, Han Yuan got a clear look at the villager’s face.

It was covered in black snake scales, and its teeth were as sharp as a snake’s fangs. It looked nothing like a human.

Before the villager could bite Han Yuan, the old crone abruptly raised her staff and smashed it down hard!

BANG!

The villager’s head was cracked open, and blood streamed down.

Yet he didn’t dare show any resentment toward the old crone. He simply lowered his head again, letting the blood flow freely.

"Watch your step."

The old crone glanced at Han Yuan and said flatly.

"Okay..."

Han Yuan put on a look of utter terror, his lips pale.

Meanwhile, Ding Zihu’s brow furrowed, as if he had thought of something.

A few more steps, and they finally entered the temple’s main hall.

The main hall was much larger than Han Yuan had imagined.

Lining both sides were rows of human heads.

That’s right... human heads.

The faces on the heads were all pale with terror, their eyes wide as they stared at Han Yuan and Ding Zihu.

The atmosphere was simply too horrifying.

Even Ding Zihu broke out in goosebumps, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

’He finally understood why the old crone had insisted on bringing him here.’

’She was after his head.’

Han Yuan’s gaze fell on the far end of the hall.

There stood a bizarre statue, over three meters tall.

It had the head of a snake and the body of a human, wore a Daoist Robe, and sat cross-legged on a Dharma Platform. Its two crimson snake eyes were unnaturally cold, chilling anyone who met their gaze.

Upon seeing the bizarre statue, Ding Zihu began to tremble all over.

"You see the great Holy Snake, so why do you not kneel?!"

The old crone raised her staff and slammed it hard on the ground.

Her voice had become exceptionally shrill, like the hiss of a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

For a moment, Ding Zihu didn’t know what to do.

Han Yuan, however, spoke up calmly, "The people of Sanling Village have worshipped this Holy Snake for generations... why did it never harm anyone before, but has started now?"

The old crone said coldly, "After all our years of offerings, the Holy Snake is gradually awakening."

"As long as we keep providing the great Holy Snake with sacrifices, It will awaken very soon."

"And you, as sacrifices for the great Holy Snake... should feel honored."

Han Yuan gave the old crone a slight smile, then smashed his fist into her head.

The punch.

Was sudden.

Even the old crone probably never expected a common mountain hunter to dare attack her.

BANG!

The old crone’s head exploded like a tomato, and her entire body dissolved into black smoke.

"You... Who are you?"

Ding Zihu was also stunned by this scene.

Just a moment ago, he had been thinking about how to escape.

He never imagined that in the next instant, Han Yuan would obliterate the old crone’s head with a single punch.

Ding Zihu was no ordinary person.

The explosive power of Han Yuan’s punch just now proved that he was definitely not an ordinary hunter.

"Observatory, Demon Exterminator."

Han Yuan grinned at him.

"A Demon Exterminator?!"

"Brother, why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Ding Zihu’s face lit up with delighted surprise when he heard Han Yuan’s identity.

"Let’s not talk about that for now."

"There’s a whole lot of trouble waiting for us outside."

Han Yuan said calmly.

Sure enough.

The next second,

an extremely furious and piercing shriek echoed from outside.

It was, of course, the old crone’s voice.

She hadn’t died when Ding Zihu’s Eight Trigrams Mirror turned her to ash before.

This time, Han Yuan had only smashed her head, so of course she wouldn’t die from that either.

"Brother Han!"

"I’m counting on you!"

"I’ll assist you from the back!"

Hearing the voice, Ding Zihu quickly hid behind Han Yuan.

Han Yuan strode out with purpose.

This time, to maintain his disguise, he hadn’t brought his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber.

But for him, it made no difference.

As he walked out of the main hall, he saw that the villagers who had been kneeling on the ground were now all standing.

During the day, these villagers had looked more or less human.

But at night, they transformed into these terrifying half-human, half-snake monstrosities.

"HISSSSSS~~"

Their eyes had become vertical slits, and they would occasionally flick forked tongues from their mouths.

’It’s a disgusting sight.’

Han Yuan couldn’t help but shake his head.

The old crone had reappeared at the temple entrance.

She pointed her staff at Han Yuan and shrieked, "Kill him for me!!!"

The villagers instantly charged toward Han Yuan.

These villagers were heavily corrupted by the Evil Demon Seed; their bodies had long since mutated. They were extremely fast, and their attacks were snake-like. Without even using their hands, they opened their mouths wide, revealing sharp, blackened fangs as they tried to bite Han Yuan.

Seeing this, Ding Zihu quickly took out his Eight Trigrams Mirror and shone it on the bizarre villagers.

SWISH SWISH SWISH~~~

Beams of golden light shot out, piercing through the villagers’ bodies and leaving gaping holes.

"AHHHH!!"

The villagers let out wretched screams as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

But they didn’t retreat; instead, they charged forward with even more frenzy.

Han Yuan cracked his neck and swung his right leg out in a sweeping kick, like a Giant Axe!

A terrifying and powerful gust of wind formed instantly.

It was like a fierce wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

BANG BANG BANG~~~

Three or four villagers were sent flying by his one sweeping kick!

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