Chapter 486

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Chapter 486: Young Hero, Suitable for Pulling the Cart

Hujia Grave is a gathering place for various magic cultivators, who also have social circles.

Although they are very exclusive and careless mistakes can leave nothing but bones, the sects inside Hujia Grave are relatively harmonious.

They are well aware of the consequences of internal fighting.

Magic cultivators prioritize the rule of survival of the fittest. Whoever has more potential and stronger strength is qualified to occupy a higher position.

The Pansilk Cave Lord, also known as the Old Ancestor or Master, leads the sect called the Colorful Spider. It currently occupies three mountain peaks in Hujia Grave and is considered a developing top-tier sect.

Facing the rise of new mountain peaks, many magic cultivators from outside are eager to flatter them. There are rarely opportunities to flatter the core-lineage magic cultivators, so they can only greet the outer disciples and try to catch their attention. The top magic cultivators have their own alliances.

Naturally, after the distress signal is sent out, a large number of magic cultivators will undoubtedly intercept the road.

As they get closer to Hujia Grave, these magic cultivators are already in the town. After receiving the message, they are not surprised but happy, seeing it as a good opportunity.

The Evil Cultivator is also a wanderer in the martial arts world, but he walks a different path. If he seizes the opportunity, he may gain recognition. The leftovers that others leave behind are enough to offset years of practice. He immediately gathered and pressed down on the entrance of Hujia Grave’s mountain valley.

The Nineteen Yin Mountains are right behind. This is the approach to enter the mountains. Several paths correspond to different routes to pass through. It’s like choosing levels in a retro video game.

There are three leading Evil Cultivators here. One of them is a true disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect called Mufu, who has a genuine and strong foundation. He appears to be in his thirties, but is actually over sixty years old. For cultivators, especially Evil Cultivators, age cannot be judged by appearance.

The Evil Spirit Sect and the Blissful Sect are both at the same level in the Evil Cultivation world. The world of Evil Cultivation is also competitive internally, just like how companies compete to obtain user resources. Due to the chaos of the times, Ba State lacks warlords and restraints, making it naturally fertile ground. Everyone wants to establish a foothold here.

The Blissful Sect has already occupied a mountaintop in advance because their skill in using charm is strong. They send beautiful women, offer dual cultivation, and give treasures of gold and silver. In short, they send everything, so they can quickly obtain resources and push others out.

The Evil Spirit Sect is really annoyed. These Taoists cannot go on the fast and entertaining route like the Blissful Sect. They can only find ways to take the high-level route. Since they lack connections, Mufu has been sent here to develop the market and expand the business for over half a year. He has been waiting for a long time and thinks that finally an opportunity has come today. He must achieve a great accomplishment.

The second person is a local snake who came here to join the sect. He is called the Eight-Faced Monster. He thrived in the town within Hujia Grave and survived between various sects. He is a complete bootlicker, managing to please everyone and not offend anyone, just like toilet paper. He can clean the backsides of seven or eight sects, which is quite impressive. Of course, he wouldn’t miss out on this good opportunity.

The last one is a wandering cultivator, whose name is Tao. Despite being young, he is already quite famous. Many Evil Cultivators have heard of his battles against top-ranked experts on the Dark List and his ability to escape. Among the three, his cultivation base is the highest, and he looks down on others, believing that strength is everything. He came here to test the Nineteen Yin Mountains and see whose strength and background are the strongest. Then, he will join under the one he deems the strongest. His strength and reputation don’t require connections; he simply came for interest and to block the mountain road.

Mufu glanced at the Eight-Faced Monster. Although he doesn’t really fancy this sly and cunning Evil Cultivator, he has been involved with him a lot recently, and now that he has occupied a mountaintop, there is some connection between them. No wonder the Eight-Faced Monster has secured his position so securely.

"What do you think of this situation?" he asked.

The strange creature pinched his face with a rodent mustache and cheerfully said, "Isn’t the result obvious at a glance?"

The hermit Mulao mumbled nervously, feeling uneasy and odd. His right eyelid kept twitching. "The other party rushed towards Hujia Grave openly and without any cover. Isn’t that strange?"

The strange creature had obviously already thought about this, but still pretended to ponder and nodded, saying, "As you said.. the origin of the other party is unknown, but they definitely can’t be idiotic fools seeking death."

Mulao said, "Strange creature, in your youth, did you also commit the wicked act of killing an entire family?"

The old strong man, the strange creature, blushed shyly and said, "Those are all things of the past. Why bring them up?"

"I heard that you did it all alone back then, even without much cultivation."

"Ah, I said it was in the past. I was struggling in Xiangliu Country, where life was impossible. People were pitiful. At that time, I only wanted to endure some hardship and let my family have a better life. But then, a military officer took a liking to my wife, and after that…" When the strange creature talked about this, it was as if he was talking about someone else’s story. There was no change in tone or expression. "After that, I stuffed my clothes with Hong Kong movies, carried a sword and homemade explosives, charged in and killed the officer’s entire family. By good luck, I happened to encounter a group of starving bandits rushing into the city to steal food, so I just followed them."

Mulao said solemnly, "So, as you also mentioned, even if it was that kind of situation at the beginning, you were still prepared. Charging in alone, either you wanted to die once and for all, or you had a well-thought-out plan."

The monster rubbed its chin and said, "I didn’t expect to die like this. But at least I planned it well. I poisoned in advance and prepared for over a month before I found the opportunity to strike."

Mo Dao-ren stopped speaking and became even more uneasy when he heard this. If the other party really charged in without any preparation, what would that mean?

In other words, even if they didn’t need any preparation, the magic cultivators here wouldn’t be able to stop them. But is there really such a powerful expert here?

If they exist, why are they here? Shouldn’t they be enjoying themselves as honored guests in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom?

Not far away, Tao-zhongmo dressed more like a human. He was indeed a half-demon, which was very rare in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. They were either weak, sickly, and died young, or had exceptional talents and extraordinary strength. He belonged to the latter category. When he heard their conversation, he couldn’t help but laugh.

"As the saying goes, the older you get, the more timid you become. If you’re scared, step aside. I’ll deal with this so-called ‘expert.’"

Tao-zhongmo had fought against high-ranking experts on the black list before and knew how powerful they were.

He definitely didn’t dare to provoke the top ten on the black list. A single encounter could cost him his life. Until his cultivation was strong enough, he had to be extremely careful.

However, quite a few below the top ten on the black list were overrated and didn’t live up to their reputation. Tao-zhongmo had fought against not just one, but three black-listed experts. In two of those fights, he had shattered their spine and ripped out their hearts in one-on-one combat.

In terms of real combat experience and fighting ability, he is confident that he is not inferior to anyone. He lacks strength, realm, and insight, but what he lacks is only resources and time.

He thought about joining a magic sect in the Hujia Grave, either to marry a female demon or to find a master. In any case, he could come into contact with more advanced magic scriptures to help himself improve. Then… he would seek revenge on that hateful Murong Nu, but he hadn’t thought much about what would happen after revenge. Most likely, he wouldn’t stay in the sect, so he might as well join the military. With his abilities, he would make a name for himself within ten years.

When it came to his future, Tao Zhongmo had strong confidence. As long as he chose a famous leader, it wasn’t impossible for him to become a leader too. Everything at the moment was just stepping stones. He would plunder everything to achieve his own success. This was a chaotic world, a fascinating chaotic world.

Rumble… The sound of the wheels rolling over the snowy mountains echoed, deafeningly loud.

Tao Zhongmo looked up and saw three big spiders and a centipede pulling the carriage at full speed. They were only concerned about going fast and didn’t coordinate with each other. The three spider spirits even intentionally sped up, leaving the centipede behind. In no time, it got caught under the wheels, its body crushed in half. The coachman sitting on the carriage paid no attention, letting these creatures fight and destroy each other.

Before the spider spirits could feel happy for a few seconds, the coachman calmly said, "Too slow." They immediately broke out in a cold sweat and continued to increase their speed, running wildly.

Other magic cultivators looked over, exchanged glances, and saw the confusion and doubt on each other’s faces, as if asking, "What on earth is going on here?"

Mu Dao Ren also felt that something was wrong and said, "Everyone, don’t be in a hurry to take action. We…"

Tao Zhongmo had already uncovered the cloth, revealing his personal peachwood branch. This peachwood branch was his master’s legacy. After killing his master, he dug out the peachwood heart and made this peachwood branch. It looked like a wooden sword, but it was actually indestructible. Because the peachwood demon had absorbed the power of thunder strikes, it could even unleash thunderous power.

"I’m too scared to go, so I’ll back off and let me do it…"

The funny creature laughed out loud, saying, "Okay, Brother Tao, I’ll warm up some wine for you!" He then brought over a cup of warm wine.

With confidence and arrogance, Tao the magic planter said, "Once I’ve defeated this villain, I’ll come back for a drink!"

He knew that the two old turtles were testing him, but he didn’t care. Instead, he mocked them for not having the courage to take credit. Since he was taking action, he wouldn’t leave them even the smallest bit of credit.

Three spider spirits came running towards them. They looked completely covered in snow, as if they had eaten enough to their heart’s content. It was fortunate that they were eating snow and not reduced to eating dirt.

Tao the magic planter’s gaze fell on the carriage. Through his spiritual senses, he immediately sensed that there were three people inside. However, his target remained the coachman, who posed the greatest threat. The distress message had mentioned this, and there was also a spider spirit at the front shouting, "Watch out, this coachman is suspicious!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, the spider spirit tried to break free from the ropes and escape. But as soon as it broke free, the coachman moved his finger, and this spider spirit’s reign of terror came to an end. Its body fell apart, instantly lifeless, crushed by the passing carriage and leaving behind a trail."

Tao the magic planter stared at the coachman. He couldn’t sense any aura from him, but their eyes met, just once, and that eye contact filled him with a strong urge to kill. In that gaze, there was no concern, only disregard, no trace of contempt. It was as if he was looking at a roadside weed, as if the vast sky was looking down on a lowly dog, which made him feel disgusted and reminded him of the younger years when he was constantly bullied because of his half-demon identity.

He took a step forward, his cultivation guaranteeing his strength. The thousand-year Thunderstriker peach wood sword in his hand was filled with dark demonic power, even radiating a strange dark lightning.

All the evil demons saw what was happening, they all stepped back to avoid accidentally hurting each other. And to calm their hearts, they took a deep breath and regained their strength.

"We got this under control," said the monster with eight faces, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

Faced with such a powerful enemy and their astonishing momentum, even the coachman experienced some changes.

The bronze mask lifted slightly, and the red eyes locked onto the magical creature on the road ahead. "So young, yet so strong. Truly a talented individual."

Praise me? If you praise me, you’ll also die!

The magical creature sneered, his killing intent intensified. Like a whip, dark thunder struck down from the sky. The two spider demons pulling the carriage had to immediately stop and move in different directions. One managed to break free from the ropes, while one of the coachmen had no time to react. The gem demon couldn’t break free but instead turned to shield itself and hid behind the carriage.

The terrifying black thunder hit his face, but Bai Wei’s admiration didn’t diminish. It was as if he had found a coveted item for zero dollars.

"Such a young and talented individual… perfect for pulling the carriage!"

With a snap of his fingers, the spider demons were torn apart, and the magical creature fell from the air. Before his little brain could comprehend what had happened, he was already lying on the ground.