Zhao Jiayan used her eyes to ask if she should shoot the other party with an arrow.

As long as Yan Chenggong dies, the Divine Format will surely be vacated again.

After all, they had no friendship with Yan Chenggong, so they wouldn't feel guilty even if they killed him.

This kind of situation happened many times when they were fleeing, where people secretly attacked each other to snatch food.

Yang Yuan smiled and shook his head, not necessary, there's no deep-seated hatred.

And after knowing that to become a Mountain God, one must undergo transformation, he completely lost interest.

He didn't plan to become the Mountain God himself; to obtain the treasures of the Mountain God, he could only get them from Yan Chenggong.

Otherwise, if Yan Chenggong were killed, he would have to find a way to create a new Mountain God, why bother?

It couldn't possibly be that Zhao Jiayan or Jiang Yiyi would become the Mountain God, right?

Being forever confined to this mountain, what a pain that would be?

"Looks like he's not done anytime soon, let's go down and wait, the wind is too strong up here."

Yang Yuan let the Funeral Crow land, allowing the dead bird to find food on its own, then placed the House Foundation Core behind a giant tree on the mountain's edge.

Soon, a small and convenient portable Safe House was built.

With the giant tree obscuring it, the place seemed very hidden; without a closer look, no one would know there was a small house here.

It was over five hundred meters from the Mountain God Temple, but since there was light there, it didn't hinder them from observing the situation over there.

"The wind outside is too strong, let's go inside and wait."

Yang Yuan let the two women go in first.

Zhao Jiayan didn't hurry in; after letting Jiang Yiyi shelter from the wind inside the Safe House, she looked at the Mountain God Temple with curiosity: "Do you think this place was built by the original Mountain God, or..."

Yang Yuan folded his arms, looking at the Mountain God Temple, which, although exuding an aura of age, was not at all dilapidated, and he fell into deep thought.

"Could this also count as an Ancient Ruins? Hmm?"

Suddenly Zhao Jiayan looked at the signboard of the Mountain God Temple in surprise: "Yang Yuan, look, on the plaque with the words 'Mountain God Temple', there's a number."

That number was '97'.

A very abrupt number.

Although over five hundred meters away, both of them had keen eyesight.

And with the light over there, seeing the number clearly wasn't anything strange.

Zhao Jiayan looked puzzled: "Engraving such a number on the plaque of the Mountain God Temple, what does it mean?"

"Could it be the ninety-seventh Mountain God Temple?" Yang Yuan also found it strange.

Zhao Jiayan thought it might be so: "But we've never seen other Mountain God Temples before, much less such numbers, speculating without basis doesn't mean much, let's ask Yan Chenggong when he wakes up?"

"Hmm."

Yang Yuan nodded.

Both of them were strong, not worried about being blown away by the wind.

So they simply sat on the ground by the door of the Safe House, observing the distant Mountain God Temple while exchanging their thoughts and speculations.

They talked, not knowing how long had passed, as night grew deeper.

Yang Yuan glanced back to find Jiang Yiyi already asleep in the small compartment.

Thus, he discreetly closed the small door of the Safe House, then quietly placed his right hand around Zhao Jiayan's slender waist.

Zhao Jiayan gave him a suspicious look: "What are you trying to do?"

"I want to."

...

On the roof of the Safe House.

Yang Yuan lay there, doing two things at once — firing ordinary wooden crossbow arrows with the Golden Arm Crossbow to gain experience, while his thoughts covered a ten-meter radius, collecting the dirt and stones blown by the strong wind into the Void Ring.

In this way, the area where they were stayed very clean.

Of course, this kind of work was actually tiring, and he only did it out of boredom.

Zhao Jiayan tried it too, but found it surprisingly difficult.

She was very surprised, immediately suspecting that Yang Yuan's Spiritual Power might be much stronger than hers.

A quiet and warm atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Suddenly Zhao Jiayan curiously asked: "Yang Yuan, do you have any goals?"

"Goals?"

Yang Yuan paused, loading a regular wooden arrow into the Golden Arm Crossbow, casually shooting it into the distance.

Watching the fleeting starlight disappearing at the sight's edge, he softly said: "If you ask about short-term goals, I'm actually quite confused, not knowing what I should do... Of course, mainly not knowing how to start."

"But if it's a long-term goal..."

His eyes turned profound as he said: "I want to know what this world is all about. Actually, I had already suppressed this thought before, but now the appearance of the Mountain God Temple has caused me to pick up this goal again."

Zhao Jiayan's eyes flickered, not interrupting, waiting for his next words.

"That Mountain God Temple, though it has a strong aura of age, I always feel like it was built and then left vacant, specially waiting for someone to inherit it; I always feel like everything seems arranged in advance."

Yang Yuan looked deeply at the pitch-black night sky, where no stars were visible: "As if there's an invisible hand controlling all this, making it imperceptible to us."

Zhao Jiayan's expression changed slightly: "Why do you have such thoughts?"

Yang Yuan casually loaded a wooden arrow into the Golden Arm Crossbow, shooting it into the pitch-black night sky above, then said with a cold smile: "If I didn't exist, what kind of existence do you think could kill this Mountain God?"

Zhao Jiayan's beautiful brows furrowed.

Yang Yuan continued: "If that Mountain God Temple was truly built and then left vacant, waiting for outsiders to inherit the Divine Format, then what kind of person do you think is eligible to inherit the Mountain God's Divine Format?"

"At the very least, one must be able to kill the Mountain God, right? Otherwise, without the Mountain God's death, the Divine Format won't be vacated."

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