Chapter 131: Changes

“Old geezer, you’re lucky to be alive.”

At this moment, the old Taoist in white had lost the ability to continue fighting Yuan Wuji. Not only was he hindered by his injuries, but the earlier Triple Truth Fire had completely drained his spiritual power.

“Anyone else going to show themselves?”

Yuan Wuji called out in all directions. During his fight with the old Taoist in white, he had already sensed numerous Taoists hiding in the shadows—now their numbers were growing, all cultivating at the Taiyi Lesser Immortal realm.

However, very few were stronger than the old Taoist in white, though their sheer numbers were terrifying.

“Who are you, demon king, to be so arrogant?”

A middle-aged Taoist stepped out from the shadows, his cultivation undoubtedly at the Taiyi True Immortal realm, possibly even perfected at the Three Harmonies stage.

Wudang Mountain’s foundation was indeed formidable; such a force ranked among the top three in the current Primordial World, not counting the hidden powers.

“Old Qiu, why waste words with him? Just activate the sword formation and kill him outright—one stroke ends it all.”

Another Taoist, also at the Taiyi True Immortal level, stepped forward and ordered, “Men, activate the medium sword formation.”

Without hesitation, they took action, leaving Yuan Wuji no time to respond.

The Taiyi Lesser Immortal Taoists who received the order swiftly activated dozens of sword formations high above. Medium sword formations were naturally stronger than small ones, and being controlled by Taiyi Lesser Immortals, their aura was terrifyingly greater than before.

Wudang Mountain truly has deep roots; let me witness your strength.

Yuan Wuji was not polite either. Since they had come to confront him, he had no intention of returning empty-handed.

He unleashed the second stage of the Three Golden Elixir Technique, his aura surging once more, launching an attack against the dozens of sword formations.

With the medium sword formation’s support, these Taiyi Lesser Immortals could fight with the power of Taiyi True Immortals. If Yuan Wuji used the second stage of the technique, he could contend with a Taiyi True Immortal, but facing dozens of them, even he couldn’t defeat them all one by one.

The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

Yuan Wuji employed this technique, barely maintaining balance in battle. Taking them down was nearly impossible.

“Still holding on? Let me take you down!”

The Taoist who had earlier insisted on capturing Yuan Wuji, dissatisfied with the Taoist controlling the medium sword formation, joined the assault. Relying solely on the medium sword formation couldn’t subdue Yuan Wuji, so he entered the fray himself.

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It seemed he had underestimated Wudang Mountain’s foundation. Today, it was better to retreat first, Yuan Wuji thought.

Continuously unleashing his divine arts, Yuan Wuji searched for an opportunity to escape.

“Demon, how long do you think you can hold out?”

The arrival of a Taiyi True Immortal added immense pressure on Yuan Wuji.

“No choice but to use the third stage of the Three Golden Elixir Technique… There’s still an old Taoist watching greedily on the sidelines—if he joins, escape won’t be so easy.”

Reaching this conclusion, Yuan Wuji suddenly erupted with an aura more than ten times stronger than before, forcing back the group of Taoists. Even the Taiyi True Immortal Taoist was startled by this sudden surge.

Taking advantage of the momentary gap, Yuan Wuji fled frantically into the distance. With the third stage technique’s support, the Wudang Taoists could not catch up.

Of course, they did not pursue him now because a commanding voice stopped their chase:

“Stand down! Anyone who takes a step forward will not be spared!”

“Yes, Great Emperor!”

In the presence of this voice, everyone bowed their heads, not daring to move an inch or even glance in Yuan Wuji’s direction.

Having fled tens of thousands of miles, Yuan Wuji had no knowledge of what was happening at Wudang Mountain, assuming simply that they could not keep up.

“I still underestimated the apparent forces; there’s quite a bit of profound strength,” Yuan Wuji mused.

At this moment, he did not know exactly where he was, having fled in haste without paying attention to direction.

“Hm? There’s a familiar aura.”

Flying high above, Yuan Wuji sensed a very familiar presence and instinctively headed toward its source.

“Isn’t this White Tiger Ridge?”

This was where Yuan Wuji first descended to the mortal realm. He had left a strand of his monkey hair in White Village, asking them to carve statues for worship. It was also the first place where he gained incense offerings.

Could the aura be coming from White Village?

Suddenly realizing this, Yuan Wuji hurried toward White Village.

Since he didn’t understand incense offerings back then, the strand of monkey hair he left carried his vital blood essence. This allowed him to perform minor spells in White Village to help them through hardships. After many events, the monkey hair likely experienced transformations similar to Yuan Wuji himself.

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Now, sensing a similar aura, it was almost certainly coming from the monkey hair he left behind.

When Yuan Wuji finally arrived close to White Village, he was stunned by the changes. The place no longer resembled an ordinary village; rather, it looked like a battleground.

There were two types of villagers: one group emanated an aura similar to the blood-red monkey hair’s, and the other resembled the golden monkey hair’s aura.

Yet they all shared one trait—they possessed extraordinarily high combat abilities. The blood-red aura villagers were noticeably more warlike.

Moreover, the village lacked farming tools and was instead filled with blades, spears, and clubs.

Under Yuan Wuji’s watch, at least ten places were engaged in battles simultaneously, with no one stopping them; in fact, it was encouraged.

“Bang!”

“Mingyu, how is it? My red light is stronger than your golden light, right?”

“I’m just letting you win this time—come again!”

Two children, no older than seven or eight, were sparring. Yet their combat awareness far surpassed that of soldiers in their twenties or thirties.

They seemed to wield special powers—the red and golden lights were unique manifestations.

A crowd surrounded the two children’s fight. To observe more clearly, Yuan Wuji transformed into a mortal and blended into the crowd.

“Did you hear? Mingyu and Xika are only a bit over four years old, and they’re nearly as good as our village patrol team.”

“That’s right. Mingyu and Xika are the village’s prodigies. They already possess divine powers at such a young age. They’ll be incredible when they grow up.”

“Next time we visit the Great Ape General’s Temple, bring more meat. Let the Great Ape General bless our children to be as outstanding as Mingyu and Xika.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

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