Calabash Fairy

Wuyou Mountain Boundary.

This place boasts beautiful scenery, with pine and cypress forests that remain evergreen throughout the year. Its rich spiritual atmosphere is as ethereal as clouds and mist, truly a magnificent sight on earth.

At the mountaintop, Shuyu sat cross-legged under a towering tree, frowning as he looked at the chess game on the blue stone chessboard in front of him.

Having narrowly lost to his fellow player twice before, he had been studying chess strategies and preparing for the next game, determined to win at least one more game.

Shu Yu sat there for a whole day, until night fell. Only then did he put down the chess pieces, glance at the bright moon in the sky, and sigh softly:

"You have been here for quite some time, yet you have remained hidden in the shadows, unwilling to show yourself. Is there something you are trying to hide?"

As soon as Shu Yu finished speaking, a pitch-black ghost claw, dragging ghostly mist, shot rapidly toward him from the jungle beside him!

A gentle breeze suddenly arose around Shu Yu, swirling up the snow on the ground to conceal his figure, until the breeze was pierced by the ghost's claw, at which point Shu Yu's figure vanished.

The attack failed, and a dark cloud of ghostly mist hidden in the shadows of the jungle rushed out of the forest, only to be blocked by a sudden gust of wind from the pine forest below, forcing it to stop.

"Now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Upon hearing the aged voice behind it, a scarlet ghost eye suddenly appeared within the ghostly mist.

Then came the second ghost eye, the third... Soon, over a hundred scarlet ghost eyes were staring maliciously at the tree-like figure on the mountain, who was leaning on a wooden staff and had reappeared. A strange voice, as if dozens of people were speaking at once, rang out from the black mist.

"Hmph! You tree spirit, you really do have some skills."

It could sense that even though it was a spirit, it couldn't touch those shimmering pine needles; it would be dangerous...

It was originally attracted by the creatures of this place, and then it sensed an aura on the mountain that seemed to be very beneficial to the spirits, so it came up the mountain, but it never expected to encounter this tree demon in front of it.

Although the other party wasn't a thousand-year-old demon, it inexplicably felt some danger, which was why it had been biding its time, waiting for an opportunity. Little did it know, it had already been discovered...

Shu Yu watched this scene, stroked his beard, and smiled:

"So it's a hundred-eyed demon that likes to eat human eyes. That's quite rare."

As soon as Shu Yu finished speaking, gusts of pine needle wind rapidly rose from all parts of the forest in the Wuyou Mountain area, sweeping towards Bai Mu Gui, clearly with no intention of letting him leave.

As the pine needle wind approached, the crimson ghost eyes in the ghostly mist shone brightly, and a terrifying roar suddenly erupted along with the crimson light.

Although the crimson light dispersed most of the pine needle wind, some of it still pierced into its body and disappeared. Shu Yu faced this spiritual attack with a calm expression and no reaction.

"If it were a thousand-year-old demon, it would really be troublesome. If things don't go well, we would have no choice but to leave. But as for a hundred-eyed demon that is known for its divine sense, I really have nothing to worry about."

Most demons have strong physical bodies but weak spiritual senses, but he is the complete opposite. Even the tiny pine needles he refines possess unique spiritual power, which can easily pierce through the spirits of the dead.

Shuyu looked at the Hundred-Eyed Demon, who had been suspended in mid-air after being pierced by pine needles and whose ghostly mist was gradually dissipating, gently shook his head, and turned to walk into the forest.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are different from the outside world; evil spirits rarely appear here. It seems we need to be more careful during this period."

"Fellow Daoist Fang Yan's abilities are far beyond my reach, and he holds the position of Mountain God. Although there's nothing to worry about, you should still inform me about the appearance of the evil spirit..."

Before long, the body of the Hundred-Eyed Demon completely dissipated, and a white crane soared into the clouds, flying towards Qingfeng Mountain...

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The territory of Baihu Cave.

At this time, in a mountain forest 480 miles away from White Tiger Cave.

On the muddy snow, the blood-soaked corpse of a wolf demon lay twisted and grotesque in a pool of blood, its steel fork broken in two and stuck to the side.

Before long, the wolf demon, which had completely lost its life, suddenly opened its eyes. A cold light flashed in its dark green beast eyes. With a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, its twisted limbs and body, along with its wolf head that had been flipped over, quickly straightened.

Before long, a wolf demon, its gray fur completely soaked in blood, slowly rose from the pool of blood. Its cold eyes swept around the area, and it said with disgust:

"This godforsaken place, the Ten Thousand Mountains, doesn't even have a single mortal. Everywhere you look, there are stinking monsters."

As the wolf demon spoke, the bloodstains all over its body and the blood in the pool of blood at its feet were absorbed into its body through its fur, and in the blink of an eye, the blood on the snow completely disappeared.

"There's nothing we can do about it. We still have pursuers behind us. You'll have to make do with this disguise for now. Once we're out of here, there will be countless beautiful disguises for you to choose from."

Hearing the voice behind him, the wolf demon turned around and looked at the three figures that appeared in a gust of cold wind.

One was a pig with tusks and a bright red body, its eyes filled with ferocity; the other was as thin as a rake, holding a huge wild deer carcass and tearing at it relentlessly, swallowing loudly as blood splattered out.

The leader, though pale-faced, had a gentle expression and dressed like a handsome scholar, making him stand out from the other three evil spirits.

But the Painted Skin Demon's expression was undisguisedly filled with apprehension.

"I see."

The scholar nodded slightly, and a gust of cold wind swept around him. The three of them disappeared without a trace, leaving only a voice in the Painted Skin Ghost's ear.

"Go and find out where you are in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. We will follow you closely, so remember not to give us away."

The painted-skin demon nodded slightly, twisted its neck, and once again adjusted to its foul-smelling skin. Its senses subtly spread out, and its eyes narrowed slightly.

"Um?"

In its perception, a group of little demons pushing a cart full of spiritual materials were gradually approaching its location and would arrive in the vicinity soon.

A cold glint flashed in the Painted Skin Demon's emerald eyes. Dealing with these little demons was a piece of cake; it could kill them all with a flick of its finger without worrying about being exposed. It could simply leave them behind to interrogate them about where they were.

On the other side, in the snowy jungle.

"Hurry, hurry! We're almost at the Second King's territory. These are all spiritual materials that the Second King personally requested! We can't afford to lose them!"

"Also, this time we must go through the back mountain! Don't let it happen again like last time, when we almost disturbed the humans protected by the Second King! If we anger Commander Leopard, you'll be in big trouble!"

"yes!!!"

Hearing the sounds of agreement, the leading boar demon nodded with satisfaction and strode forward until a wolf demon with a fawning smile emerged from behind a tree in the jungle ahead.

"Are you all subordinates of the Leopard Commander of White Tiger Cave? I wonder if this humble demon has the honor of joining White Tiger Cave?"