Chapter 29

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At the peak of the mountain, the sky was low and the clouds were light.

Walking at the peak was like walking on the edge of heaven and earth. On one side, the forest was lush and full of vitality; on the other, a steep cliff dropped into a thousand-foot abyss.

Wujiao glanced down at the cliff below and shrank back in fear.

He had been patrolling around Jade Well Peak for over twenty days. Everywhere he went, there were only steep cliffs and abysses that made people hesitate to approach. It seemed that finding a way down the mountain was harder than climbing to the heavens!

Wujiao patted the leather bag at his waist and turned to leave the peak. Although he had no hope of finding a way down, he had gathered quite a few mountain delicacies. He needed to return to his dwelling before dark to avoid any unexpected incidents.

The forest here was dense, with thick shade blocking the sun. Passing through it and crossing another mountain ridge would lead him to the front of Jade Well Peak.

Wujiao was walking with his head down when a withered branch swept towards him. Just as he was about to push it away, he suddenly leaped back and drew his short sword, slashing fiercely. Cold blood splattered, and a snake head as thick as an arm suddenly appeared. He quickly dodged to the side, and the snake head plunged into the tree trunk behind him, sinking in an inch deep. As venom oozed out, the bark turned black.

How close!

Wujiao, still shaken, took a deep breath and glanced down, his eyes brightening.

The venomous snake, whose head had been severed, still had a body about seven or eight feet long, like a withered branch, slowly wriggling in the grass. It was dead but not stiff, a very eerie and frightening sight. The most dangerous snakes often look unremarkable! And if you dare to sneak attack, I'll eat your flesh!

Wujiao, his heart still racing, stepped forward and grabbed the snake's tail, swinging it a few times, making a slight sound like a whip, then threw it to the ground forcefully. Seeing the dead snake no longer move, he opened his leather bag and threw it in. He sheathed his short sword and continued on, but his expression was slightly surprised, as if he found it hard to believe.

Just now, in the sudden encounter, he had been quick and agile!

Since coming to Jade Well Peak, he spent every morning mining jade and every afternoon wandering around. In the evening, he either grilled game or cooked soup. Besides that, he chatted idly with Yun Shengzi and Zong Bao. Unconsciously, he felt increasingly refreshed and his movements became more agile. He hadn't done much, but perhaps the spiritual mountain was nurturing him?

As dusk fell, he was nearing his dwelling.

Wujiao walked along the path on the front of the mountain, his steps quickening. He couldn't help but look at the scattered caves and grottoes on the hillside. His thatched hut was too shabby; it could barely suffice in summer, but in autumn and winter, the cold wind would howl, and the thought of it made him feel miserable!

When would he have a grotto of his own?

Continuing forward, the grottoes became sparse. Not far ahead, a huge rock jutted out, like an extra sword on the peak, piercing the southwest sky. Below the rock was his thatched hut.

Though the place was shabby, it wasn't bad. At least it faced the peaks of Lingxia Mountain. Every day, he could look west a few times, as if the purple mist in the clouds was looking back at him with affection...

Wujiao was in a good mood when he stopped.

His "home" was about fifteen feet away from the huge rock, and the situation was clear. A pottery bowl was thrown out and shattered with a "clap"; then a "thud" as the bed flew up and crashed to the ground...

Wujiao stared for a moment, then shouted, "Stop—"

He unfastened the leather bag from his waist and threw it to the ground, drawing his short sword. Feeling uneasy, he also drew the family heirloom short sword from his chest.

How outrageous! His previous shelter had been stolen, and he had moved away; now, even in this thatched hut, he couldn't find peace. Was someone raiding his home? Who was this despicable person, bullying him? He would teach him a lesson...

Wujiao, his anger rising, rolled up his sleeves and rushed in to deal with the intruder. But before he could even get into position, he was stunned and took a few steps back.

In the small courtyard surrounded by branches and thatch, a young man slowly walked out. He wore a green silk robe, with a handsome face, but his pale cheeks made him look somewhat eerie: "Friend Wu, how have you been..." He glanced at Wujiao and said mockingly, "Heh, holding two swords, trying to deceive someone?"

What a narrow escape! How did that guy come here?

Wujiao put his hands behind his back, holding the swords, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you... Mu Shen..."

That person was indeed Mu Shen, his eyes mocking, "Didn't expect to see me again, did you? Heh!" He laughed coldly and continued, "I was also surprised! I was thinking of going down the mountain to find you, but who would have thought you ended up on Lingxia Mountain..." He walked to the leather bag and kicked it, then sighed, "Oh! You're actually hunting now, how pitiful! Faced with so many cultivators on the mountain, what can a mere mortal like you do? You can only eat raw meat and live a miserable life..."

Wujiao, seeing the sudden appearance of Mu Shen, couldn't help but spit inwardly.

How did that guy know he was on Jade Well Peak and come here personally? No need to think much, he must have come with ill intentions! And there was no one else around, the situation was not good!

Wujiao looked around, his mind racing, and said in surprise and joy, "Ah! No wonder I've been having nightmares lately, it turns out an old friend has come. I haven't heard from Gu Li, Taozi, and Hongnü, why didn't they come with you..."

Mu Shen kicked the leather bag away, his eyes cold, "Why would you dream about me? Afraid I might kill you..." Seeing Wujiao's evasive expression, he sneered, "Gu Li, Taozi, and Hongnü have all found masters and are busy cultivating. Even if they were here, they couldn't save you!"

Wujiao looked embarrassed, "Then how did you come here? Did you come with an elder? And why did you throw my bed and break my bowl..."

Mu Shen looked at the sky, then said coldly, "To be honest, I have become a disciple of Master Xuan Yu and am now a named disciple. After learning you were on Jade Well Peak, I went through great trouble and became the fifth overseer of Jade Well Peak..."

Wujiao was slightly surprised, then realized, "Another master? Congratulations! If your dead master knew, he might not forgive your betrayal..." Seeing Mu Shen's expression turn sour, he quickly asked, "You... you actually became an overseer? No way..."

Mu Shen suppressed his anger, his expression fierce, "You're right, I came for you. Hand over my master's legacy, or I'll crush your bones and scatter your ashes!"

"An owl entering a house, no good comes of it!"

"Still talking back..."

Wujiao was muttering to himself when he saw Mu Shen's fierce expression. He quickly shrugged and pleaded, "Friend Mu, Overseer Mu, you should know that I can't bring anything out of the mine without permission, and all my belongings were stolen. If you don't believe me, ask the other four overseers. Now I have nothing, I'm at the end of my rope, please understand..."

That guy came alone, meaning there was another way between Jade Well Peak and Lingxia Mountain. And he was still pursuing him, indicating that his master's legacy contained some unknown secret or rare treasure. Was it a spirit stone, a jade slip, or a piece of animal skin? The spirit stone was fine, as it was said that the immortal sects had plenty. The animal skin was destroyed. Could it be the jade slip...

Wujiao was feeling uneasy when a hand reached out towards him. He was startled and, without thinking, slashed with his short sword. But as soon as he extended his arm, the short sword flew out of his hand. The invisible force was overwhelming.

"No matter how much you try to bluff, you won't escape my hands today!"

Mu Shen suddenly attacked, his words merciless. With the short sword in hand, he channeled his magical power. The sword blade glowed, and a fierce killing aura surged. He raised the sword, smugly saying, "You, a lowly mortal, even with a magical weapon, can't do anything without magical power. Watch me capture you..."

Since meeting Wujiao, he had never had the upper hand. There was no point in talking more. He needed to capture him to avoid any complications.

Wujiao, his short sword flying out, was terrified. Seeing Mu Shen use his magical power, he inwardly groaned and ran without thinking. But a force suddenly hit him from behind, making him stumble and stop. He knew he was doomed. In a critical moment, he tightly gripped the sheathed family heirloom short sword and turned around, shouting, "Mu Shen! Your dead master misses you..."

Mu Shen, seeing his former rival, who once made him cautious, now exposed, couldn't help but laugh. He was about to use a spell to finish him off when Wujiao suddenly shouted, his expression stern. Mu Shen was stunned, and the scene in the cave of Ten Thousand Souls flashed before his eyes...

At the same time, a beam of light shot towards Jade Well Peak, then suddenly paused, and a cold snort was heard. An invisible force descended, causing the hillside where the huge rock stood to tremble slightly.

Wujiao, realizing what was happening, fell to the ground, unable to move, as if a thousand pounds were pressing on him. His bones creaked under the weight. He groaned in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face, feeling like he was on the brink of death.

Mu Shen also couldn't escape, kneeling on both knees with a thud. His short sword flew far away, and he could only support himself with both hands, sweating profusely and turning pale. Compared to Wujiao's confusion, he understood the terrifying situation and groaned, "Senior, spare my life..."

In the air a hundred feet above, a man stood with his hands behind his back.

He was a middle-aged man in dark clothes, tall and with a slightly yellow complexion, a short beard, and a stern, cold expression. He had stopped to watch the fight, but now he glanced at the mountain below and then disappeared in a flash of light.

Five hundred miles to the west was the main peak of Lingxia Mountain, Purple Mist Peak.

The man paused in the air, looking down at the three-thousand-foot Purple Mist Peak. The evening mist swirled, and the buildings and forests were faintly visible.

In an instant, two figures rushed out of the buildings and rose into the air, bowing respectfully, "Supervisor Miaoyuan and Hall Master Miaoshan of Lingxia Mountain, we greet the senior envoy of Shen Zhou!"

The man, still with his hands behind his back, looked arrogant but then frowned, "Lingxia Mountain has five elders. Where are the other three?"

Miaoyuan and Miaoshan were two old men in red robes, both thin and gray-haired, but one had a hooked nose and narrow eyes, while the other had prominent eyebrows and a stern expression. Seeing the man's displeasure, they exchanged a glance and bowed, "Please follow us to Purple Mist Pavilion, and we will explain later..."

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