Chapter 487

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Chapter 487: The Pillar of the Middle Stream, Pulling the Cart Together

At the beginning, including the Eight-Faced Monster and Mu Xiaoren, not many people believed that there would be such a strange creature in the world that could run freely without control.

The conclusion they reached was that either this person possessed absolute strength, confidence, and courage that could fearlessly face any enemy, go anywhere, and handle any traps, or this person was just a bit arrogant and ignorant, only being proud with a little bit of power.

If it was a top-notch expert, they probably wouldn’t come to a place like this. Hujia Grave might have some reputation, but it rarely attracts top-level experts. True top-notch experts have status and fame, who wouldn’t know who they are? And if they knew, they wouldn’t dare to block their way.

The demonic cultivators who roam the rivers and lakes have a passive skill that they automatically acquire over time. Depending on the strength of their opponent, they can adjust their own status, going from being the grandparent to the grandchild, which could happen in just one or two seconds.

So whether they are the grandparent or the grandchild, it all depends on this Tao Zhongmo’s test. Although this guy is also a arrogant fool, his strength is at least within the realm of understanding. Letting him give it a try could also cover up any potential issues.

The Eight-Faced Monster also raised his fist and bowed, saying, "This young man is full of youthful arrogance, it can’t be helped. We still need Brother Mu to cover for him."

Mu Xiaoren’s expression naturally relaxed. "Don’t worry, I will intervene."

Praises can’t penetrate through a thousand layers, but both sides flattered each other a bit, immediately making the atmosphere much more harmonious. Next, let’s see if Tao Zhongmo wins or loses, let’s see…

"Puff—!"

Mo Dao, who had just taken a sip of tea, sprayed his true energy out over ten meters.

"Oh my gosh!"

The Eight-Faced Monster, who had previously looked confident, and Mo Dao were both dumbfounded. Mo Dao was especially shocked, with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bulging, just like Ai Ni Lu when he encountered Rubber Man.

He had actually imagined dozens of scenes where he defeated various kinds of demons in his mind, but none of them included what he was seeing now. He was defeated with just one move!

Damn it, just one move! Couldn’t even last one move!

What happened to your reputation? What happened to your cultivation? Have they all been eaten by dogs? Why didn’t you come here on a stretcher or in a wheelchair with your limited ability?

Then, the demon started to attack again.

He was defeated, although he didn’t understand how it happened. His peach wood sword was gone, picked up by his opponent. When he pulled himself out of the mud, he no longer looked suave. His eyes were red and seemed ready to explode.

"He got angry, and something big might happen next. Shouldn’t we lend a helping hand?" the strange creature suggested.

Mr. Mu thought for a moment and found it feasible. It would be best to take action now. Even though Tao, the evil wizard, was defeated in just one move, wasn’t he still alive? Despite looking a bit messy with a dusty face, he looked really cool when he bravely faced his enemy.

The magical cultivator tapped his toe on the ground and swiftly dashed out, with the strange creature closely following.

Mr. Mu shouted loudly, "Little brother Tao, we will lend you a helping hand and slay this foe!"

He thought to himself, a skilled expert like Tao would definitely earn a lot of credit. Maybe there’s a chance for me to make a contribution too.

But in the next moment, he froze.

All his thoughts crashed and solidified in his mind.

He saw Tao, filled with shame, walking up and tying the ropes from the carriage around his own waist, transforming into a powerful bull right in front of them.

Even though his face was full of anger, shame, and an expression that wanted to crush the enemy into ashes, he still lowered his proud head.

Did a very difficult and simple action.

Pull the cart!

Mr. Mu abruptly stopped the car several tens of meters away, his expression full of surprise and uncertainty.

Hey, hey, hey, are you joking?

Just talked about heating wine to fight enemies, but instead of defeating them, I ended up being taken hostage, becoming the enemy’s servant?

I still prefer your previous rebellious demeanor!

Mr. Mu’s brain froze for a second, and in an instant he understood that this Taoist demon was not stupid, but afraid. He was afraid of death. The other party could easily kill him, but only asked him to pull the cart. He had no choice but to refuse, after all, when someone’s true strength cannot be seen but can effortlessly crush you on the ground, it is indeed impossible to refuse any request from the other party.

Looking back at the carriage, the carter’s gaze also turned towards him.

Mr. Mu even saw the Taoist demon give him a creepy smile, like a demon from the underworld extending its hand to invite someone on the shore.

Come quickly!

Come join us quickly!

Come and pull the cart together happily! The car door is welded shut today, no one can escape!

The demon’s heart suddenly went cold, he was extremely afraid! Fear filled his chest!

They want him to be a cart-pulling ox or horse? I have no face left!

Without saying another word, he turned and tried to run, shouting, "Octopus monster, help me…"

As soon as he turned around, there was no sign of the octopus monster. It had already slipped back into the crowd, realizing something was wrong.

Damn it, the demon is not loyal!

Just as Mu Dao was about to escape, he suddenly split into more than ten shadows, moving towards different directions of Hujia Grave.

Bai Wei nodded and said, "He is a great leader, with deep expertise and experience, although he is a bit older, he deserves the title of pillar of the community."

The praising voice slowly reached the ears of Mu Dao, making him fearful and anxious.

…Please don’t! Don’t praise me!

After the praise, he had already witnessed what happened next.

"We’re pulling the cart together."

Just as the newly-found peach wood sword was thrown, a thunderous sound filled the air. It didn’t need any verification, as the thundering peach wood sword pierced through all the shadows, penetrating Mu Dao’s chest. In the next moment, he exploded into a bundle of straw, and his true form appeared on the ground several tens of meters away. Immediately after, the peach wood sword fell from the sky and embedded itself into the ground, unleashing thunderous sparks as thick as an arm, turning him into a mess. He tumbled down the mountain road, covered in blood and dirt, his hair in disarray.

Tao Zhongmo glanced at the peach wood sword and struggled to swallow his saliva. The thunder unleashed by this peach wood sword seemed so easily ignited. Its power, seemingly not strong, but with just one strike, it completely defeated Mu Dao. This demonstrated its immense strength and precision control.

He stopped thinking about anything else, continued pulling the cart, and approached Mu Dao. He helped him up.

The genius demon cultivator, who had rarely done good deeds in his life, supported the elderly Mu Dao, brushed off the dust from his body, and swiftly tied a rope around his waist. His voice was unusually gentle.

Gentle sympathy for each other.

"Pull the cart well!"

Mu Dao Ren couldn’t handle it anymore, but what else could he do?

When the rope was tied, the rein that Bai Wei held was actually like holding their souls and spirits. The only possible outcome of trying to break free was the annihilation of their spirits.

Bai Wei is the only soul master in the world, and soul attacks are penetrating attacks that often result in instant death. This is also one of the reasons why heroic spirits can never be defeated by human power alone, unless there are protective means. Otherwise, it’s just a light snap of the fingers.

Mu Dao Ren lowered his proud head. When the laborers began to pull, the strength, physique, and endurance of these two demon cultivators were much stronger than the previous spider. Even though they were walking uphill, it felt like walking on flat ground. They dared not slow down their pace.

The road ahead was already cleared. The weeds cleared the roadblocks themselves and dared not have any thoughts of obstructing. Dozens to hundreds of demon cultivators just watched as the carriage left. The Octo-Demon, who had already retreated to a grandchild-like state, squatted by the roadside, showing a respectful attitude as if paying respects to an ancestor. They completely ignored the angry eyes of the two cart pullers.

Inside the carriage, the little snake girl exclaimed, "We just went past like that?"

"Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys," Chao Lu said, "Young master, impressive methods."

"Technique is important, strength is important, but what matters most is skill. Simply humiliating the opponent is meaningless, it’s about creating a sense of intimidation." Nalan Qingshu frowned slightly, saying, "I see both the path of a king and the path of a tyrant in this."

…Is this really a skill that someone from the modern era, in the Ming Country, can possess?

…Even many feudal lords may not understand these. The path of a tyrant is not something ordinary people can learn. In history, there were only a few kings who could truly wield tyranny. Ying Zheng embraced tyranny and conquered, but perished in the end. Xiang Yu exercised tyranny and was defeated by Han Gaozu. The best example is Li Shimin, who embraced both the path of a tyrant and the path of a king.

…This technique is clearly more tyrannical.

…And I always feel like he is already accustomed to having someone else pull his cart.

The observant little Bi Fang knew that habits are not formed overnight. While Bai Wei rarely worked as a coachman himself, during times of war, he would definitely drive a battle chariot, led by a mythical beast, if in his position as emperor, or by a dragon skeleton-drawn chariot, if in his capacity as a mentor.

Having a strong assistant to pull the cart had become a subconscious habit, especially when going to battle. It was necessary to have chariots and mounts.

The current arrangement of vehicles is not sufficient to meet Bai Wei’s needs for strong laborers. It would be best to have more powerful ones.

The carriage entered Hujia Grave, a difficult journey with winding mountain roads and dense forests.

Bai Wei felt excited, thinking that there would definitely be more rare Pokémon on the road ahead.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a gigantic spider-like monster, as big as a mammoth, leaped down from the mountainside and suspended itself in mid-air.

Little Green’s voice drifted from inside the train cabin, saying, "You can tell that they are truly a loving and united family."

Bai Wei agreed, saying, "A family should be neat and tidy… Finally reunited, let’s pull together."