Mortal: Even with a Heavenly Spiritual Root, I still have to try and get my hands on the Little Gree

Mu Yu passed through the illusion array the fastest. Although Mu Kui was the fastest, he still couldn't retrieve his original name token in time.

But there is still a glimmer of hope: if he can retrieve his original name token before Mu Yu refines it, he can regain his freedom.

Therefore, the moment Mu Kui saw Mu Yu, he was determined to take the item back.

An ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, or even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, could be ambushed by this Mu Kui if they are not careful.

But for Mu Yu, this level of attack was easy to deal with.

A grayish-white flame flickered in his hand, enveloping the three red wooden plaques. Although it had not yet begun to burn, it had already completely covered the red tokens.

With just a thought from Mu Yu, these life-bound spirit tablets would be completely burned to ashes.

After doing all this, Mu Yu calmly used his lightning escape technique to leave the spot. After leaving, he even had time to pack up all the tables and chairs in the Kunwu Palace.

These tables and chairs, which have remained intact for tens of thousands of years in such a place, must possess a certain spirituality.

Why is it that in the world of cultivation, things passed down from ancient times are always more powerful and have better supernatural abilities?

It's because treasures that aren't powerful or spiritually potent simply can't be passed down.

Therefore, anything that can withstand the test of time is almost always a treasure.

As for whether these treasures are useful or not...

It doesn't matter. If it's useless, just throw it in the sect's warehouse. If it's useful, keep it.

After finishing all that, Mu Yu calmly turned to look at the three demons—Mu Kui, Xuan Yan Turtle, and Lion Beast—blocking the entrance to the main hall.

At this moment, the eyes of the three demons were filled with despair.

Although they didn't know what that grayish-white flame was, the fact that it was covered on their life-bound spirit tablet meant that they had no more chances.

Although the natal spirit tablets only become their true owners after the cultivators refine them, theoretically, as long as the natal spirit tablets are retrieved in time, they will regain their freedom.

But the prerequisite is that they can take it back, and in the process, they cannot destroy the natal spirit tablet.

After all, if their natal spirit tablets are shattered, the three demons will die naturally, with absolutely no room for maneuver.

If it were just a matter of serious injury or something similar, the three of them would have run away long ago, instead of standing here staring at each other.

"It seems you know exactly what's going to happen next."

"Aren't you feeling quite resentful, waiting so long only to end up with nothing?"

Mu Yu remained calm and slowly began to speak.

The grayish-white flames still covered the three demons' life-bound spirit tablets. If they made any move to resist, Mu Yu would burn them directly.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling they are now, these three demons have no choice but to submit.

"This humble servant, Guiling, greets her new master..."

After much hesitation, it was the ugly woman who had transformed from the Xuan Yan tortoise who was the first to speak and accept her fate.

Perhaps due to the unique aesthetics of the demon race, or for other reasons, Gui Ling's transformed form is not in line with the aesthetics of normal humans.

"Fellow Daoist Gui...you..."

The lion-beast beside him was also surprised to see Gui Ling turn against him and admit defeat.

After all, in its view, Mu Yu was only a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and even if his natal spirit tablet was refined, there was still a considerable probability that it could be retrieved.

"What? Are you still clinging to some illusions?"

"Our life-bound spirit tablet has fallen into the hands of others, which is a sign of our weakness. If we do not accept our fate now, we will probably only have death as our only option."

Gui Ling looked terrible. She didn't want to go back to those days of being driven by others, but she didn't want to die either.

Mu Kui remained silent, his eyes fixed on the life-bound spirit tablet within the grayish-white flames.

Mu Yu ignored the three demons, instead releasing his divine sense to scan the surroundings. After confirming that nothing was missed, he spoke:

"Alright, it seems you all know what's going on now."

"Right now, you have two choices."

"The first option is to acknowledge me as your master, and then you can leave Kunwu Mountain now. I will find you after I leave."

"Anyway, with your natal spirit tablet in hand, you can't run very far."

"The second option is to join me in trying to slay the demon. You should know who the demon sealed in this mountain is, right? The probability of death on this trip is very high."

"But if you do your best in the process of slaying the demon and are lucky enough to survive, I will set you free once we get out."

"Note that you must give it your all. If you have any other ideas or are unwilling to put in the effort during this process, you will only face death."

"Now, the choice is between freedom and life?"

Mu Yu's voice remained calm, but it ignited excitement in the eyes of the three demons.

"I choose second place..."

"Are you really willing to trade our freedom?"

"..."

In short, after rambling on and on, the three demons naturally chose the second, extremely risky path.

Perhaps they hoped Mu Yu would die in the battle, or perhaps they had other ideas.

Mu Yu didn't care about these thoughts; he was just there to pull in a few cannon fodder.

If these three demons are truly lucky enough to survive, then Mu Yu will naturally release them.

Of course, the premise is that they cannot slack off and must be obedient.

After arguing with the three demons for a while, the two women from the Immortal Transformation Sect finally emerged from the ground, riding the Sun and Moon Shuttle.

Upon their arrival, the two women looked at the empty hall in front of them, as well as Mu Yu, the three demons of Kunwu Mountain, and others present, and a hint of confusion flashed in their eyes.

There's no other reason than it was too fast.

"Let's go, the demon's seal is about to break, let's not waste any more time."

Mu Yu spoke to the two women from the Immortal Transformation Sect.

"Senior Mu...that Dragon Transformation Seal..."

The younger, more beautiful woman from the Immortal Transformation Sect spoke up, attempting to block Mu Yu's path, but was stopped by Madam Mu.

Mu Yu didn't seem to care, casually leaving out a remark:

"The Dragon Transformation Seal is with me for now; I will give it to you when you need it."

After saying that, Mu Yu ignored them and walked straight out.

Seeing this, the three demons of Kunwu Mountain exchanged glances and could only helplessly follow.

There was nothing they could do; they had no choice.

……

When Mu Yu arrived near the Demon Suppression Tower, he witnessed the scene of the seal being broken.

The Eight Spirit Ruler, this magical treasure, released a great commotion. Throughout the entire Kunwu Mountain, a burst of precious light could be seen, followed by the sounds of Buddhist chants.

"What is that...?"

"The Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure!!!"

"Eight Spirit Rulers! Oh no, the seal is starting to break..."

Only Madam Mu from the Immortal Transformation Sect spoke up with a solemn expression to remind them, while the others paid no attention to these things, only focusing on the possible Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.

Perhaps they believe that if the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up.

Unfortunately, if someone can hold the line this time, it will be fine, but if no one steps up, then the trouble will be huge.

Standing at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Tower, Mu Yu's expression was somewhat strange.

Although she already knew the Demon-Suppressing Tower was built upside down, Mu Yu still felt something was off looking at the large, square platform in front of her. (Book drought? Come and read some...)