Perfect Double Agent

"Di Chong? He didn't get discouraged. He actually adjusted his mindset so quickly? Why didn't that little devil just kill him?" Someone secretly felt regretful.

However, it was still a sensation. More than half a year had passed since his defeat, and this was the first time Di Chong had appeared in the eyes of the world. His first stop was the central area of ​​the Demon State, seemingly searching for the Blood Soul Grass.

Upon hearing that Di Chong had appeared, many people rushed over.

The main reason is Di Chong's terrifying intuition about opportunities and destiny. Dragons do not swim in shallow waters, and phoenixes do not land in places without treasure. Di Chong is no exception.

However, when the group arrived at the Blood-Red Canyon, they saw a herd of black bull demons.

They were incredibly robust. Led by a burly man in animal skins, they guarded the outer perimeter of an area. Their bodies were as tall as towers, their eyes like copper bells, their hair covered their bodies, and their horns pointed to the sky. Each of them exuded an astonishingly primal aura, like bull-headed demons returning from ancient times.

"The Primordial Wild Bull Clan of the Ten Thousand Sacred Mountains? How did they end up here too?"

Many people were puzzled. They didn't think the cows were there to graze. Blood Soul Grass was a very rare and precious herb. Although it couldn't be eaten in large quantities, it could strengthen soul power when combined with other herbs.

Furthermore, it has become a highly sought-after commodity, often selling out as soon as it appears on the market. It can be said that ten Blood Soul Grasses are now so precious that they can be exchanged for one sacred medicine, making it unaffordable for most people.

"Where is Di Chong? Could it be that the herd of cattle is planning to ambush Di Chong?" someone asked.

"Below, we will have a great showdown with the first generation of the Holy Feather Clan."

"The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan?"

The newly arrived creatures were all surprised. This first generation was indeed extraordinary, as it was closely related to the Thousand Feather Clan. However, the first generation of the Thousand Feather Clan was shot and killed by the Little Demon in the Crimson Sun Forbidden Zone. Since then, the first generation of the Holy Feather Clan has kept a low profile.

However, Di Chong is not weak either. Apart from the Little Demon, there are only about five people in the world who dare to attack Di Chong.

However, just as everyone was puzzled, two figures suddenly rushed out from the depths of the canyon below.

They were dazzling, one radiating golden light, their entire body enveloped in golden runes, with only a pair of domineering and piercing golden eyes visible.

The other was much more sacred. He was very handsome, wearing a silver feather battle armor, with wings on his back, surrounded by lightning. He fought a series of battles with golden creatures, and every move he made was filled with overwhelming magical power.

"The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan was underestimated. He was actually able to fight on par with that monster, Di Chong..." The creatures watching the battle were all stunned. They were in a daze and secretly felt that perhaps another top-level first generation capable of fighting Di Chong would appear in the world.

But for some reason, the group of minotaurs were very excited.

"Kill!" The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan roared, his wings crackling with lightning, and two ancient and intricate Dao runes appeared on them. They were too strange and too terrifying, resembling hiltless long swords, and as soon as they appeared, they were about to cleave the heavens and earth.

"Innate supernatural powers? So what!" The golden figure was fearless, striding forward with unparalleled domineering presence. "All supernatural powers are but dust, only my true body is immortal!"

Chapter 174 No one is born evil.

This was astonishing. The deep, muffled voice, the imposing figure exuding domineering power, the blood-red aura permeating the golden light—in the instant he closed in, he completely ignored the innate divine abilities of the first generation of the Holy Feather Clan and threw a punch.

He was terrifying. His strength was unparalleled. His fist was like the sun. When he swung it, it was as if he was pushing ten thousand divine mountains. The mighty force of his fist made the void rumble, the earth tremble, and the crowd was horrified.

"boom!"

The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan was hit, and half of his body cracked and popped, countless bones breaking instantly, and even his shoulder exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Mana immunity... You are not Di Chong!" The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan retreated, not out of fear, but because he wanted to endure the duration of the magic immunity.

The golden figure did not answer, but raised his hand to touch his neck. His combat experience was extremely rich, even though the first generation of the Holy Feather Clan had managed to evade a fatal blow.

"When~"

Suddenly, a bell rang out from the golden figure's neck, spreading like ripples of water, filled with black immortal light and chaotic mist, accompanied by transparent rune ripples, as if the entire world was about to freeze.

"This is... the little devil's time magic?"

"Could he be...?"

At this moment, all the creatures watching the battle were horrified. Even the first generation of the Holy Feather Clan was frozen in the process of reversing. His eyes were still moving, but his body seemed to be bound by the great power of time and space.

"Time manipulation? It's nothing special!"

The first generation of the Holy Feather Clan roared, his entire body flowing with dense silver runes. At the same time, the wings on his back became even more dazzling, radiating divine power. He forcefully broke free from his restraints and leaped out of the ripples.

"Yeah!"

A giant golden hand covered it up, its palm encompassing the universe, surrounding the sun, moon, and stars, the vast world's energy rumbling as it descended instantly.

This was terrifying. The aura was so vast, like a real universe. Not to mention that it was impossible to block it, just the slightest leakage of that aura made everyone's scalp tingle.

"Boom!"

The palm fell, and the vast universe crashed down, directly onto the still-smirking face, shattering it instantly, its head exploding.

"Could this be the legendary world of life and death?" Clearly, there were quite a few knowledgeable people in the crowd.

This is an extremely perverse supernatural power. Legend has it that when mastered to its extreme, one can control the real world, creating and destroying realms with a single gesture, causing all living beings to tremble with fear.

"This is a real face-smashing attack; no one could withstand it!" someone lamented. Another first generation has fallen, killed by a mysterious figure, and their body has been taken away.

"May you always be brave and strong, displaying your prowess once again! Awesome!"

"Cattle!"

"Cattle!"

"Cattle!"

A group of bull demons roared, their voices shaking the heavens and earth, echoing for tens of thousands of miles, terrifyingly loud.

"Why are you here, Uncle..."

The golden bull turned around, looked at the group of bull demons who were shouting and yelling, and revealed its true form.

This was a very resolute young man with a small bell around his neck that exuded both immortal light and chaotic energy. He had golden hair and skin, and looked to be only in his early twenties. He possessed the ruggedness of the Mangniu tribe, as well as a golden holiness, but he was mostly smiling, even when he was called by the nickname Niu Niu.

"The clan doesn't have much Blood Soul Grass left. I brought the kids out for training and to search for Blood Soul Grass. I happened to sense your presence nearby, so I came over to check. Who knew you would bring us honor as always!" The burly man in the animal skin coat walked over, causing the void to ripple. He opened his arms and gave Golden Bull a bear hug.

"But... what you're wearing... isn't that the armor of the Immortal Palace's successor?"

In fact, even the onlookers in the distance were suspicious. They looked too alike, almost identical. If their true appearance hadn't been revealed, no one would have suspected anything.

"Given by the boss."

Everyone was stunned as they watched the dazzling figure being escorted away by a large entourage.

Taurus has always been very strong. He was the young master of the Wild Bull Clan and a first-generation member. He was once as famous as Zhen Gu. However, he was exposed by the Little Demon in the Spirit Realm, and his reputation plummeted.

Later, it became the little devil's mount, and the two original ones caused quite a bit of trouble.

However, "That little devil actually put Di Chong's Immortal Feather Armor on his mount, Golden Bull. Is he trying to drive Di Chong to his death?" Some people were excited, thinking that Di Chong would most likely seek revenge on the little devil. The pride of that kind of person would not allow such a thing to happen.

"I guess they don't take Di Chong seriously, or they might be implying to Di Chong that you are only worthy of being compared to my mount!"

The group wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Don't underestimate Taurus just because it's a mount. It just killed a first-generation being. Its strength is absolutely terrifying. Killing them would probably be as easy as killing dogs.

"Sigh... I wonder if the little devil is still looking for a mount. I am a nine-tailed dragon cat by nature, with nine tails and nine lives. My ancestors slept with members of the true dragon clan, so my bloodline is still very strong. It can warm the bed and walk on the ground. I can ride it too!" A stunningly beautiful and alluring woman sighed softly.

Believe it or not, she not only has nine cat tails, but also has crystal-clear dragon horns on her forehead, truly possessing dragon blood. Furthermore, there is a crescent-shaped mark in the center of the two dragon horns between her eyebrows, adding a touch of eeriness to her already charming face.

"Phantom Moon, even if you're a first-generation cultivator, the little demon wouldn't even look at you. Why don't you take a look at us?" someone said with a laugh, clearly recognizing the woman.

"Get lost! I only admire the strong!"

However, there's no doubt that the little devil really treats his mount well. Not to mention the Celestial Feather Armor, which is a rare item that even the first generation didn't have, even the small bell hanging around the Golden Bull's neck seems to be made of a mixture of Celestial Gold and Chaos Stone.

It's impossible not to feel envious.

Meanwhile, the Golden Bull, having left the Grand Canyon, stopped in a deserted mountain range. He looked at the burly man in animal skins and the group of minotaurs in front of him, touched his waist, and took out several sacred herbs, along with a number of Snow Soul Lotuses and a large quantity of elixirs.

"Niu Niu, what's wrong with you...?"

Hearing this long-lost address, Taurus felt quite warm, since there weren't many clansmen left who would call him by his nickname. "The eldest brother gave me a lot, Uncle, keep it... Oh, right, I also brought back a relic, which I obtained in the Heavenly Fox Cave."

As he spoke, Taurus took out an ancient stone tablet, which was covered with demonic Dao patterns and designs. Every character and every line seemed to be explaining the true meaning of the Great Dao. In fact, just staring at it made people want to lose themselves in those patterns.

"The cult leader's inscription...this is a priceless treasure!" The burly man in the animal skin was shocked, his eyes shining with golden light, dazzlingly bright.

Taurus just smiled, raised his hand and tossed down a array of flags. Any inscription left by a sect leader is a priceless treasure. They are usually inscribed casually by great figures at the sect leader level when they are comprehending, or they are rough drafts left when they are deducing supernatural powers.

However, the old man Tianhu has had many insights in recent years, which he left behind in Tianhu Cave. After obtaining permission, he carried one out.

Ignoring his uncle who was staring in a daze, Taurus looked at the group of simple-minded bull demons, chose a hilltop not far away, and said, "I brought a lot of Ice and Snow Brew from Water Mirror City. In addition, there is also the Hundred Flower Brew that the witch boss likes the most, as well as Eight Treasures Chicken. Men, light the fire and get the pot ready!"

"Moo!"

A group of minotaurs roared wildly. Their emotions were simple, and they looked very honest and simple. They were all simple-minded and simple-minded, but this was just the norm.

“Niu Niu, it seems you did well at the Jie Tian Sect.” Someone came to the side of Jin Niu. She was a petite woman, but she was not lacking in strength. She did not have the classical beauty of humans, nor the enchanting charm of demons, nor the roughness of the bull tribe. She was just a little weak and fair-skinned, which made her stand out from the group of bull-headed men who were like big men.

"Sister Li..." Jin Niu chuckled and nodded silently. "The boss said he wanted me to go back and get resources, but actually he wanted me to go back to the clan. After the eldest sister found out, she stuffed a bunch of things into my hands."

"Isn't that great?" Sister Li said, watching Taurus pour her wine, a gentle smile passing across her face.

"It's really good. They've always been very good to me. They've never shortchanged me on any kind of medicine, whether it's holy medicine or divine medicine. They even gave me immortal techniques that are rare for ordinary people in their lifetime." Taurus's eyes showed emotion. Fortune and wealth are intertwined. No one can see how the line of fate will extend.

Back then, when he was born, although he was the son of the clan leader, he was not considered strong compared to the other bull demons. Even his innate supernatural abilities were not as strong as those of the other first generation. On the contrary, because he was young and his runes were still growing, he could not roar as loudly as other bulls of the same age. In addition, he was the only one with golden skin, which made him a lot of fun to be ridiculed by his clansmen.

The Hundred Thousand Sacred Mountains are vast and desolate, and almost every sacred mountain is inhabited by a clan. In such an environment, the competition is far more intense than in other states, and the clansmen only worship the strong. Even though his father was the clan leader, he could not escape being pointed at, gossiped about, and even often beaten up. This also led to his relatively taciturn personality.

However, he couldn't go to his father to complain, even though he was often beaten black and blue. He wouldn't complain, as that would only make him look weak and incompetent. In such a large family, no child would cry and go to their elders. If someone hit you, you had to find a way to hit them back yourself.

Therefore, he grew up being beaten. After each beating, he dared not go home because the Mangniu Clan had a vacancy of a leader for 100,000 years before his father's generation. Their clan members were almost ridiculed by the outside world, and some clan members were even captured and turned into mounts. This situation was only alleviated when his father became a Void Daoist and ascended to the position of clan leader.

However, because he became the clan leader, his father was busy revitalizing and restoring the glory of the ancient Mangniu clan and rarely paid attention to him. Compared with his older brothers and sisters who had already come of age, he did not receive much care.

But there are exceptions. Even the worst person might have someone who cares. Every time he was beaten up, a little girl would appear. She didn't participate in the bullying, but she didn't stop it either. Instead, she would wait until he was half-dead and everyone had left before carrying him away.

As he thought about it, a warm glint flashed in his eyes.

"Niu Niu, are you thinking about the past again?" Sister Li looks weak, but she is very forthright. She took the initiative to pick up a jar of ice wine, opened the seal, and poured it into her mouth.

A moment later, she suddenly shuddered, exhaled a large breath of icy mist, and her whole body radiated coldness. "There's nothing I can do. There's only one Golden Bull in the whole clan. Your brothers and sisters all beat you up, so others must have beaten you up too. I wanted to beat you up at the time, but seeing how miserable you were, I thought that if you weren't cured, I wouldn't have the chance to watch the show next time."

Taurus stared wide-eyed, his lips twitching in a forced smile. So this is the real Li-jie!

However, he couldn't help but recall the year he was five years old. Five years old was a turning point, the most sacred moment for the Mangniu tribe. Whether the future would be good or bad depended on how long he could persevere in the tribe's ancient trials.

He still remembers what Sister Li said to him at the time: "Although your name is Taurus, you are not good enough. You are not as good as other children by nature, but don't give up. If one ox is not enough, then two oxen will do. From today onwards, you are Niu Niu. I believe in you. You will definitely survive and shine brightly, dazzling them."

Perhaps it was due to the innate genes of the bull race, but his temperament was not just stubborn, but extremely stubborn and strong-willed. Or perhaps he knew that someone had been waiting for him to come out.

Even though it was an ancient trial left behind by the ancestor, he resolutely went to it.

The Ancient Trials are divided into three stages: five years old corresponds to stages one through thirty-six, ten years old corresponds to stages thirty-seven through seventy-two, and fifteen years old corresponds to the final stages seventy-three through one hundred and eight.

For ordinary clansmen, passing the first ten trials is considered passing; passing the twentieth trial is considered genius and will receive special training; and passing the thirtieth trial has not appeared for over a hundred thousand years. It can be said that each trial is equivalent to a different level of heaven, and the further one goes, the higher the chance of death.

But he succeeded. Even though he came out with a bloody head and his body riddled with holes, he persevered to the thirty-sixth level and crawled out, setting a precedent for the Mangniu tribe for nearly 500,000 years.

On that day, he let out a roar that sounded like a real dragon and resounded like the creation of the heavens, shaking the entire clan, including his father.