# Chapter 2846: Forces Converge
This Great Saint was a Yaksa, with an aged face and narrow, elongated eyes.
His body was covered in scars, giving him a fierce and ruthless aura.
He walked toward Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen stood there motionless, as if petrified by fear.
The Yaksa Great Saint revealed a contemptuous smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
He placed one hand on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, and powerful spiritual power surged into Zhang Ruochen's body. Illusory light flickered in his eyes as he controlled Zhang Ruochen's consciousness: "From now on, I am the owner of this inn, and you are my servant."
"Understood," Zhang Ruochen said.
The Yaksa Great Saint nodded with satisfaction, withdrew his hand, and looked up. As if sensing something terrifying, he quickly transformed into a slightly plump middle-aged man of about fifty.
Zhang Ruochen followed him into the inn.
The Yaksa Great Saint truly played the role of the innkeeper, lighting fires in the kitchen, cooking, wiping away dust, and tallying accounts. Zhang Ruochen obediently assisted him from the side.
It was the season of flying snow, the world a vast expanse of white.
Four beautiful figures in flowing colorful robes traced the path from where the Yaksa Great Saint had previously fallen all the way to this small town.
Each of them possessed a national beauty, with graceful figures, skin whiter than snow, and exposed waists visible beneath their various gauzy robes—supple and seductive. Unfortunately, sacred dao rules flowed around each of them, preventing ordinary cultivators from seeing their features and figures clearly.
"This is the place. I can smell the residual blood energy he left behind," said a woman holding a pipa.
The woman carrying a flute added, "He must be hiding among the mortals in this town. There are no more than twenty people in the town. With just one note from my flute, I could kill them all. Whoever survives will surely be him."
"No."
The woman holding the pipa spoke solemnly, "That old bastard once said that this planet hides a great secret. If we kill innocents indiscriminately, we might encounter misfortune. Let's go into the town and take a look. He can't hide forever."
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Inside the inn, Zhang Ruochen was using a hammer to nail boards over the windows, blocking the fierce wind and snow.
The door was pushed open.
A howling sound arose.
Flakes of snow, accompanied by the alluring fragrance of women, blew in from outside.
Four stunningly beautiful women, each with considerable cultivation, were all strong among Great Saints.
As soon as she entered, the woman holding the flute released her dao domain, enveloping the entire inn.
Powerful sacred dao rules spread invisibly across the floor, walls, roof, windows, and pillars of the inn, transforming it into a cage-like world.
An ordinary force could not possibly nurture four top-tier Great Saints. Only a power with a certain reputation throughout the entire universe could achieve this.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman, the one holding the pipa, enter the inn, he finally understood their origins.
Because he had seen this woman before.
The flute-holding woman had an exceptionally exquisite figure, especially her chest, which seemed to have two milky-white bowls inverted there, faintly visible.
Her eyes were unfriendly as she walked beneath Zhang Ruochen and said, "Old man, at your advanced age, why are you climbing so high? It's dangerous! What if you fall?"
Zhang Ruochen knew she was suspicious of him.
Because the Yaksa Great Saint had deliberately smeared a drop of blood on him.
The flute-holding woman pressed her hand against the wooden table beneath Zhang Ruochen and pushed it lightly, causing the table to slide sideways.
Zhang Ruochen, who had been standing on the table nailing the window shutters, lost his balance due to his aged body and toppled sideways, seemingly about to fall to his death on the spot.
The woman holding the pipa reached out a jade-white, soft hand and caught Zhang Ruochen's wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible force landed on Zhang Ruochen's body, allowing him to land steadily on the ground.
Her hand was very soft, and her fragrance was intoxicating.
"It's not him. That cunning Mengsheng deliberately splashed a drop of blood on him to confuse us," the pipa-holding woman said.
"Are you ladies here to stay the night or to dine... you..."
The innkeeper, a man in his fifties, walked out from inside. Seeing four women as beautiful as celestial maidens standing in the main hall, he was momentarily stunned into a daze.
How could an innkeeper in a small town, suddenly seeing four women in gorgeous attire, some exposing their slender waists and others their jade-like legs, not be shocked?
Zhang Ruochen looked at the innkeeper, somewhat surprised to find that this Yaksa Great Saint had used some unknown method to improve his concealment technique.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen had not released his spiritual power.
Because there was no need.
Cultivators at the Great Saint level were now no different from ordinary mortals in his eyes. He had no interest in knowing what they intended to do.
The four women, each holding a musical instrument, giggled as they circled around the Yaksa Great Saint, sizing him up.
Clearly, they were suspicious but dared not be certain.
Just as the flute-holding woman was about to make a move, a hearty laugh sounded from outside: "I didn't expect to encounter the four pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions in such a remote place."
A one-eyed old man in gray robes walked in through the door.
Zhang Ruochen, who had been about to close the door, quickly stepped aside.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man was tall, about two meters. The two battle servants who followed him in were even taller, reaching two and a half meters, making the small inn seem as if it might burst at the seams.
They exuded an overwhelming aura.
The four seductive beauties' expressions instantly became extremely grave.
Even the Yaksa Great Saint, disguised as the innkeeper, seemed startled. Despite his excellent concealment, a trace of fear flickered deep in his pupils.
How could they not be afraid?
The one-eyed gray-robed old man was a false god.
A smile was perpetually fixed on the one-eyed gray-robed old man's face as he said, "I rushed here as fast as I could, but I was still a step too slow. I almost let you ladies of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions get ahead of me. So, have you found him?"
"Mengsheng is far too cunning to be found so easily," the pipa-holding woman said.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man shook his head. "Others might not find him, but Pavilion Master Ye's tracking techniques are top-notch below the divine realm, and her spiritual power has reached the sixty-ninth level. Even I am inferior to you. How could you possibly not find him? Could it be that Mengsheng is hiding in this town, or perhaps even in this inn?"
The one-eyed gray-robed old man's gaze swept back and forth between Zhang Ruochen and the slightly plump innkeeper, and he immediately detected the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen.
The pipa-holding woman said, "It's not him. The blood on him is just a trick Mengsheng used to confuse us. If I'm not mistaken, Mengsheng has already fled far away. Let's go. Continue the pursuit."
The four pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions rushed out of the inn and flew away.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man was uncertain but felt that Ye Manman's analysis made sense. If Mengsheng had left blood here, it was only to confuse them and buy time for his escape. How could he still be in the same place?
Ye Manman was none other than the former pavilion master of the Divine Maiden Tower on Ice King Star.
After the one-eyed gray-robed old man and his two battle servants left, the slightly plump innkeeper finally revealed a mocking smile and muttered to himself, "I can't stay here any longer. They'll soon realize their mistake and come back."
"Bang!"
The slightly plump innkeeper flicked his finger, sending a beam of light that shattered the white-haired Zhang Ruochen's body into a cloud of bloody powder.
He strode out of the inn, transforming back into his original Yaksa form.
But before he could leave, a boulder the size of a small mountain fell from the sky.
"Boom!"
The Yaksa Great Saint was crushed into bloody mud beneath the boulder.
Cracks spread across the ground around the boulder.
The entire town sank, and the buildings tilted.
"Crack, creak, crash."
The hundred-meter-tall boulder shifted, its body shrinking as it transformed into a human male with stone-like skin. He stood atop the already bloody and mangled Yaksa Great Saint, sneering, "You might have fooled them, but you can't fool me."
Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair inside the inn, sighing inwardly: "Yaksa, Goddess Twelve Pavilions, Darkness Temple, and now a Stone Clan Supreme Realm Great Saint has appeared as well. A sixth-level planet attracting so many experts... this doesn't seem like a coincidence."
Earlier, the Yaksa Great Saint's finger strike had only destroyed Zhang Ruochen's illusion.
"The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease."
Zhang Ruochen had no interest whatsoever in whatever they were fighting over. His eyes were downcast, his face full of helplessness. In his ears came Ye Manman's voice as she returned: "That thing on Mengsheng's person—the Goddess Twelve Pavilions will have it!"
A battle erupted outside.
But both Ye Manman and the Stone Clan Great Saint had released their dao domains, preventing the shockwaves from spreading into the town.
More Great Saints arrived, and the number of combatants grew.
Soon, several Great Saint corpses littered the ground. Strangely, they all only dared to fight within the dao domains. Some spiritual power Great Saints even used formations to protect the mortals in the town.
"Haha, Pavilion Master Ye is indeed shrewd. You even managed to fool me. But too many cultivators covet that thing, and in the end, your efforts came to nothing." The one-eyed gray-robed old man's laughter came from far away, growing closer.
The three pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions returned and gathered with Ye Manman.
They had been responsible for luring the one-eyed gray-robed old man away, but the battle here had erupted, and the fluctuations spread quickly. There was no way to hide it.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man released his divine might, suppressing all the Great Saints who were fighting, preventing them from continuing.
He said, "Hand over that thing, and today will end well for everyone. Otherwise, I'll have to search each of your souls one by one. You all know the cost of a soul search."
The Stone Clan Great Saint's voice rang out, "If you get that thing, you'll definitely kill all of us to silence us. Don't believe him, everyone! Attack together, deal with him first... ah..."
The Stone Clan Great Saint screamed.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man grabbed him from a distance into his palm, unleashing dark divine power, crushing him into white lime. He sighed, "It's not on him. So, who has the thing?"
Then, one scream after another sounded outside.
These Great Saints—none of them were Eon-level representatives, let alone half-god pinnacle existences—even if they joined forces, they were no match for a false god.
They could only be slaughtered.