Deng Chanyu stepped out from the crowd. After so many generations of breeding, the Yu family is now pure in both appearance and habits. Knowing that she was the employer and hearing rumors that she was a divine being descended from heaven, the noise gradually diminished as she walked out, eventually settling down completely.
As the hall fell silent completely, she looked at a middle-aged man with bulging muscles, who was named "Luan."
This was the direct descendant of the first generation of Yu Gong's lineage, who participated in a secret realm trial related to moving mountains ten years ago, only to be defeated by the contemporary Yu Gong.
Deng Chanyu asked Luan, "Brother, I see that many in our clan trust you. Yet you are against the clan building a mountain. I wonder what your reasons are?"
Luan was not from the Miao tribe, and did not have the spirit of fighting against heaven and earth, as well as hacking a sword at any divine being who descended. He sternly looked at Deng Chanyu for a long time before hesitantly saying, "Our ancestors' teachings have always told us to move mountains, but never to build them. This is inappropriate."
"Dang Chanyu mumbled a bit and said, "Ancestral edicts?" She didn't have a deep understanding of this item. The Deng family had no ancestral edicts, and it didn't exist in modern society either."
Denying someone's ancestors is inappropriate from any perspective.
She quickly found an excuse.
She asked, "Then what are you going to do for a living if all the mountains in this world are moved by you? Will you go farming?"
As a skilled trade, the Yu Gong family naturally does not want to farm, as that would mean forsaking the foundation on which they have made their name. However, their livelihood is indeed becoming increasingly difficult. Many young people in the clan have nothing to do and can only go out to do odd jobs, going hungry one meal and being full the next, just to earn that meager salary.
In this era, it is indeed very closed-minded. As an outsider going to live in another village, being looked down upon would be the least of your troubles. Being arbitrarily beaten without reason is the norm.
Luan stubbornly said, "That cannot go against the ancestral edicts."
Deng Chanyu pointed out the window, "Have you heard the sound of the wind at night?"
"Do you hear it? What's wrong?"
"About a hundred years ago, huh, ten years ago, right? Was the wind in your village as fierce ten years ago?" Deng Chanyu didn't expect them to answer: "If I'm not mistaken, there was a mountain about 150 zhang high to the northeast of your village ten years ago. You guys moved it away, and it's true that the villagers now have more convenient travel. But every winter, the bone-chilling cold winds howl across, sweeping away soil layer by layer. Nowadays, the fields should not be as fertile as they were ten years ago."
Luan wasn't very knowledgeable about farming, so he quickly turned to look at a few close relatives of his, asking, "Is that so?"
Deng Chanyu continued, "I greatly admire the spirit of Yu Gong, but he was not perfect. If the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, then moving mountains is better. If the drawbacks outweigh the benefits, then it requires more careful consideration."
In fact, what she really wanted to say was, why are you so stubborn about that mountain? If traveling is inconvenient, is it not possible to relocate instead?
The primordial age hasn't reached the point where it's crowded with people everywhere. There are mountains that block the way here, so why not lead the clan to migrate? And if it's not convenient to get water from the mountains, then after moving the mountain, won't you still need to bring the water back?
Moving mountains requires a huge investment, with very little return.
In her view, Yu Gong was a typical patriarchal leader in feudal times. She said, "Move the mountain," then it must be moved! No one can oppose it! Not only does he have to move the mountain himself, but he also wants "generations after generations without end," which sounds terrible.
How tragic it is that the fate of future generations is predetermined, and they are required to follow their ancestors' wishes by dedicating their entire lives to moving mountains.
However, there was no need to say these words, as she still hoped the Yu Gong clan would work for her.
Luan sought verification from various sources and dispatched older members of the clan to inspect the fields in the village. The results showed that the fields in the village were indeed less fertile than they had been ten years ago.
Luan wasn't very sure if it was indeed because of the moving of the mountain.
Does that mean that he has moved the mountain with great effort and still made a mistake?
The highly respected troublemaker fell silent. With the current Yu Gong consolidating the opinion within the clan, all 13,712 members of the family were willing to follow Deng Chanyu in reconstructing Mount Buzhou.
"You guys go pack your things now. I'll take you there tomorrow morning." With that, Deng Chanyu turned and left.
Back at Mount Buzhou, Deng Chanyu handed over the command of the Yu Gong clan to Na Zha, her chief engineer!
She needs to refine the fan tian yin (Edict of Heavens), which is not a task requiring precision but is quite time-consuming.
The Origin Lord originally wanted to refine it more carefully to show off his abilities as the first blacksmith in the Primordial Era. However, the half-mountain's resistance to magic was incredibly high, fearing neither fire nor water. Despite trying every possible method, the Origin Lord was left with only one option: making it capable of hitting people. This was truly an impossible situation made bearable.
Now, Deng Chanyu needs to erase all traces of the Origin Lord's forging techniques, reverse the Yin and Yang, and the fan tian yin will inevitably revert back to its former state as half a mountain.
She used the two-yin fire of the Jiu Guang Liang Yi Lantern to refine the fan tian yin, and just two days had passed when Nezha hurriedly came looking for her.
"Teacher, is there someone in the mountain!"
Deng Chanyu stared at the refining furnace, not turning her head, and casually replied, "Someone? Who is it? Go to my desk and get a notice for eviction within the specified time. Tell this person to leave Mount Buzhou within thirty days. The first five who move out can receive a small prize. If anyone dares not move out, I will apply for forced eviction."
Nezha stood there, shivering as if he had a toothache.
Deng Chanyu turned back and asked curiously, "Is there actually someone in Mount Buzhou? Who would live here? Or is there something else hidden in the mountain?"
Nezha's expression revealed a rare hesitation. He did not directly answer: "Teacher, it's hard to say. That, that you should go and see it for yourself. The matter is a bit troublesome, and I don't know how to deal with it."
"Even Li Jia Sanlang, who dares not fear heaven or earth, doesn't know how to deal with it? Fine, lead the way in front, I'll take a look and see how tricky it is."
After a cup of tea, Deng Chanyu found the old freeloader who refused to vacate the property as described by Nezha.
This giant creature had six legs and four wings, and lacked eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. At a distance, it appeared as red as a raging fire.
Is it the Di Jiang that came here? Deng Chanyu carefully inspected and found that it wasn't. The thing in front of her was as fierce as could be, with an air of malice, which was completely different from Di Jiang.
She counted on her fingers and calculated that without a celestial-grade mighty being obscuring the heavens, almost no secrets could now evade her in the Primordial Era.
It looks very similar, but actually, this is not Di Jiang; it's Hun Dun, the leader of the four great monsters of the Primordial Era.
This is the result of the Primordial Era's primordial essence mixed with the malice of the Primordial Era, produced after Di Jiang was opened by Shu and Hu for seven apertures.
