Chapter 51

When Meng Hao saw the towering mountain, his eyes suddenly lit up. He could sense the extraordinary nature of the mountain and surmised that there might be demonic beasts here. Without much time to think, he dashed straight into the forest at the foot of the mountain.

Behind him, Shangguan Xiu's expression changed when he saw the mountain peak. His cultivation was higher than Meng Hao's, and he had been in the cultivation world for many years, with considerable experience. He immediately sensed that something was amiss with the mountain. However, seeing Meng Hao rush forward, he felt reluctant to give up. With a determined bite of his lip, he quickly followed.

At this moment, on a platform not far from the mountain top, an old man in white robes and Song Laoguai were seemingly playing chess, but their eyes were mostly focused on the battle below.

From this vantage point, it was clear to see that the disciples of the Ziyun Sect were all in the forest. Despite spending the entire night, they had not managed to approach the foot of the mountain, being repeatedly forced back by the demonic beasts in the forest.

"The disciples of the Ziyun Sect are indeed remarkable. They have managed to hold out for a whole night in my Spirit Beast Forest. Not bad, not bad. Wu Dingqiu, you can be satisfied," Song Laoguai laughed heartily, his expression filled with pride. He had seen Wu Dingqiu's face turn grim for the entire night, which made him feel particularly pleased.

Wu Dingqiu's expression was dark as he watched the disciples below, who were in a sorry state, and he let out a cold snort.

"Wu Dingqiu, you really can be satisfied. The last time the Jinhuan Sect came to me for a trial, they all failed in my Spirit Beast Forest. Not a single one managed to climb the mountain, and none had the chance to see the even more powerful spirit beasts on my treasure mountain. I found it particularly regrettable. I hope the disciples of your Ziyun Sect can show some spirit."

Speaking of his Spirit Beast Forest, Song Laoguai raised his right hand with a proud gesture, pointing to a white ape. This ape was entirely white, even its eyes, and it was extremely fierce. With a single swipe of its sharp claws, it had torn open the arm of a Ziyun Sect cultivator. It moved with incredible speed, like a gust of white wind, and several Ziyun Sect disciples had already been injured by it.

"This is a Snow Peak variant, a rare creature in the world. I obtained it by chance ten years ago, and it is extremely precious. Look at its fur, as white as snow, smooth as silk. One day, it will fetch a high price," Song Laoguai's laughter grew even more triumphant, making the old man in white robes' expression turn increasingly grim. He had not expected that after so many years, Song Laoguai's treasure mountain would have so many powerful demonic beasts.

As Song Laoguai was speaking, he glanced at the edge of the forest not far from the white ape and immediately saw Meng Hao and Shangguan Xiu entering one after the other. He laughed immediately.

"Indeed, outsiders have intruded. Wu Dingqiu, see, I keep my word. The restrictions here will not block any Condensation Qi cultivator. Anyone can come. If these two are seeking death, I will not stop them."

Wu Dingqiu let out a cold snort, not paying attention to Meng Hao and Shangguan Xiu, but instead focusing on the white ape. He saw the ape encounter a Ziyun Sect disciple, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. The disciple formed a seal, and an ancient scroll appeared behind him, emitting a powerful aura that suppressed the white ape, making it scream.

"Good variant white ape, Song Laoguai, look again. No matter how powerful your white ape is, it will become a pet of the Ziyun Sect! This disciple is named Shi Yan, who joined our sect and obtained the ancient scroll of righteousness. He has reached the seventh layer of Condensation Qi and specializes in subduing demonic beasts," Wu Dingqiu's heart was stirred, but his expression remained calm, showing a hint of pride. Given his status and cultivation, he would not normally display such obvious emotions, but with Song Laoguai, he always felt compelled to outdo him, especially after a night of frustration.

However, just as he finished speaking, a惨叫 from below echoed faintly. The chest of the cultivator named Shi Yan was torn and bloody, the ancient scroll's shadow collapsed, and he instantly retreated, his eyes filled with terror. The white ape's body had suddenly swollen to over two zhang tall, pounding its chest, looking extremely fierce.

Song Laoguai laughed heartily, and Wu Dingqiu, staring at the white ape, felt an urge to strike it dead, his expression turning extremely grim.

At this moment, Meng Hao's figure quickly emerged from the forest in front of the white ape. He immediately saw the roaring white ape, his eyes shining brightly. He also saw the terrified young man nearby but had no time to pay attention.

With others present, Meng Hao did not reveal the bronze mirror. His eyes flickered, and as the white ape, seeing Meng Hao, was about to pounce with a fierce roar, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand. The iron spear, one of the three long spears made by the little fat man's father for Meng Hao, appeared in his hand, visible to the young man named Shi Yan.

Although the spear was made of iron, it had intricate patterns carved on it according to Meng Hao's requirements, making it look extraordinary. Now, with Meng Hao holding it, he took a step forward and, as the white ape pounced, thrust the spear at it from a distance.

The white ape's mouth suddenly burst open, and blood and flesh flew as a piercing scream erupted from its shattered mouth. The sound was extremely惨痛, and its body, still in mid-air, suddenly fell, its eyes filled with terror as it looked at Meng Hao.

"Perhaps the mirror, when shone on a beast with thick fur, disrupts some internal energy, causing it to swell. This is why I saw those scenes years ago. Since demonic beasts are powerful and have strong bodies, the damage is not limited to the buttocks but can occur at any relatively weak point on the body, causing a similar self-destructive injury!" Meng Hao glanced at the white ape, seemingly understanding something. Although it was a guess, the bronze mirror had been with him for three years, and he felt that his thoughts were mostly correct.

This was not the time for deep reflection. Meng Hao did not even look at the惨痛 white ape, and without any pause, he rushed away with the spear, quickly disappearing from sight. Shangguan Xiu had just caught up, and he was startled when he saw the white ape.

The white ape was also startled but, seeing that Shangguan Xiu did not have a spear, immediately unleashed its anger and pounced at him.

At the same time, on the flat mountain top, Song Laoguai's laughter abruptly stopped, and Wu Dingqiu was also taken aback. He carefully observed Meng Hao in the distant demonic forest, his eyes scanning the iron spear, revealing a hint of surprise.

Meng Hao moved swiftly through the demonic forest, hearing the roars of the white ape and Shangguan Xiu's angry shouts behind him. His eyes flickered, and he moved even faster. Soon, he heard a commotion ahead and saw four or five cultivators in white robes fighting three demonic beasts, each about two zhang in size.

One of the beasts was a large black tiger, another was a purple-glowing peacock, and the last was a giant rat, all with fierce eyes and a look of relentless determination.

Perhaps Meng Hao's intrusion disrupted the battle. The peacock's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and it transformed into a gust of wind, heading straight for Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's expression remained calm, and he did not pause. He pointed the iron spear, and the large peacock's body suddenly trembled, its head exploding instantly. The peacock's scream was cut short as it shattered and died, its body hitting the ground, causing blood to spread. The black tiger and the giant rat were shocked, and as they looked, Meng Hao's figure had already transformed into a long rainbow, rushing away.

The Ziyun Sect disciples, all wide-eyed, watched Meng Hao's figure disappear, their expressions changing as they were intimidated by the iron spear in Meng Hao's hand.

Meng Hao did not stop, as Shangguan Xiu was pursuing him. Not long after Meng Hao left, Shangguan Xiu, filled with anger, caught up.

Meng Hao's lips curled into a cold smile, and he moved even faster. As he rushed forward, any demonic beast he encountered was pointed at with his spear, and none could stop him. They all screamed and retreated in terror, while Shangguan Xiu was repeatedly blocked, his roars and shouts echoing, but the distance between him and Meng Hao grew wider.

Along the way, Meng Hao encountered many cultivators in white robes, all engaged in fierce battles with demonic beasts. As Meng Hao passed, the demonic beasts, which seemed extremely fierce to them, all screamed and retreated when pointed at by Meng Hao's iron spear. The cultivators looked at Meng Hao with shock.

"Who is this person?"

"What is the treasure in his hand? It has such power!"

"This is too brutal. Damn, if I had this spear, I could dominate this demonic forest."

As the Ziyun Sect cultivators buzzed with shock and discussion, far away on the flat mountain top, Wu Dingqiu had already reacted, his eyes brightening, a smile appearing on his lips, and his laughter echoing, filled with joy and relief.

"These are all rare creatures, not bad, not bad. They are all good beasts. I see some have lost their eyes, some have their heads shattered, and some are bleeding all over. One even had its buttocks explode. Song Laoguai, this place, laid with mud from the Eastern Sea, is indeed a demonic forest. Your rare creatures are all excellent, but they will suffer today."

Song Laoguai's expression was grim as he glanced at Meng Hao in the demonic forest, watching him pass, his precious demonic beasts screaming and retreating, the ground covered in blood. The death of the peacock, named Snow Phoenix, a rare creature he had obtained at great cost and cherished, made his heart ache. The peacock's body was still twitching, and the sight made Song Laoguai even more pained, but he maintained a nonchalant expression.

"What does it matter? My Spirit Beast Forest has many spirit beasts. No problem. Besides, this person is not a disciple of your Ziyun Sect. What do you have to be proud of?" Song Laoguai maintained a calm demeanor, but his heart was already in pain.

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