Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe endured the stench and carefully cleaned off the feces that stained him before finally breathing a sigh of relief. He then carefully searched for a safe place to hide—and discovered a well-hidden demon beast cave. Before entering, he employed a clever disguise: he placed some of Xiao Hei's feces at the entrance. Because demon beasts have a strict hierarchy, this would prevent other, lesser-level beasts from mistakenly believing he was the domain of a powerful being and refrain from approaching, ensuring he could recover his damaged cultivation in peace.

Recalling the thrilling battle he had just endured, Zhao Shanhe still felt a lingering fear. This was undoubtedly the most perilous life-or-death test he had ever faced since embarking on the path of cultivation! If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Foundation Establishment monster, he would have been a cold corpse by now. This painful lesson was like a resounding wake-up call, awakening his arrogance and conceit, while also instilling in him a deeper respect for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Knowing that Liu Quan would not give up and was likely lurking somewhere, Zhao Shanhe hesitated to act rashly. Instead, he chose to hide in a cave and calmly consider his response. Fortunately, this decision ultimately helped him escape danger.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle with the Foundation Establishment Demon Wolf had wasted precious time. When Liu Quan tried to continue tracking Zhao Shanhe, he found it was too late. Desperate, he scurried around Wan Yao Mountain like a headless fly, searching for days but finding no trace of Zhao Shanhe. Finally, with no other options left, he abandoned his search and returned to the Wan Yao Mountain Marketplace to make further plans. After all, as the Qingniu Sect's deacon stationed there, he couldn't remain there for long.

After a while, a piece of news spread in the market of Wan Yao Mountain that someone had obtained the treasure of a big monster in Wan Yao Mountain. The appearance of that person could not be said to be exactly the same as Zhao Shanhe, but he was at least 80% similar. It was said that the treasure contained the relics of the Danzong alchemy master Sun Simiao, and there might be quite a few foundation-building pills.

The news that a cultivator had found a treasure in Wan Yao Mountain was common in the Wan Yao Mountain market. No one believed it at first, until later it was reported that the deacon of Qingniu Sect personally led a team into Wan Yao Mountain. Gradually, more and more people believed the rumor and joined the team to hunt down Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe didn't know that danger was approaching. He came out to gain experience in order to break through the bottleneck. It was impossible for him to hide in the monster cave like a turtle. After some trials and tests, he made sure that there was no danger, so he walked out of the cave and began his treasure hunt.

Originally, Wan Yao Mountain was rich in resources, teeming with treasures. However, after the establishment of the Wan Yao Mountain Market and thousands of years of development, its outskirts are now largely devoid of valuables. The cultivators who come here primarily hunt monsters. Of course, for Zhao Shanhe, owner of the Chaos Spiritual Field, even immature spiritual herbs and stinking new monster droppings, considered worthless by others, are now treasures, and he delights in collecting them.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, and Zhao Shanhe was concentrating on gathering spiritual herbs. Suddenly, he became alert, sensing someone approaching. Looking up, he saw a demon-hunting team. The team consisted of five members: three men and two women, but he didn't recognize any of them, so he paid them no attention.

Normally, if a monster hunting team encountered a lone cultivator in Wan Yao Mountain, they would choose to take a detour. This was because these lone wanderers were often not kind, and they would only consider taking action once they had a good understanding of the other party's background. However, at this moment, a female cultivator in the team saw Zhao Shanhe's face clearly and said, "Brother Black Tiger, that person seems to be Zhao Shanhe!"

As soon as the female cultivator finished speaking, the other four members quickly sprang into action, surrounding Zhao Shanhe. The man known as Black Tiger then spoke, "Zhao Shanhe, we don't want to antagonize the Qingniu Sect. As long as you can hand over five Foundation Establishment Pills, we will escort you back to the Wan Yao Mountain Market."

Faced with this sudden change, Zhao Shanhe was utterly confused and surprised. He couldn't even afford one, let alone five Foundation Establishment Pills. So, he calmly replied, "My fellow Daoists, I'm truly sorry, but I don't have any Foundation Establishment Pills with me, and I don't need your escort. Please clear the way."

Hei Hu gave a look and said, "Do it."

Zhao Shanhe knew today's situation would not end well, so he remained on guard. As the saying goes, those who strike first gain the upper hand, while those who strike later are controlled. His gaze focused, and the Shanhe Sword emerged, its blade gleaming with a cold light. Fueled by a powerful sword intent, he swung the sword like a violent storm, each strike carrying a fierce momentum, as if to rip everything in sight apart.

The demon-hunting team was completely unable to withstand such a ferocious attack and was beaten to a pulp in the blink of an eye. The world of immortal cultivation is a world of the survival of the fittest, where it's either you or me. Zhao Shanhe deliberately left the female cultivator behind because he needed answers to some questions from her.

The female monk was trembling all over. She had never expected Zhao Shanhe to be so ferocious and brutal, killing without a word. If she had known this would happen, she would never have provoked such a murderous demon.

After Zhao Shanhe cleaned up the battlefield and looted the corpses, he looked at the terrified female cultivator and said gently, "My fellow Taoist, don't be afraid. I'm actually quite easy to get along with. As long as you answer my questions, I'll let you go."

Hearing this, the female cultivator nodded in agreement as if she had been pardoned. She then respectfully said to Zhao Shanhe, "Thank you very much for not killing me, sir. I will tell you everything I know."

"How do you know me?"

"Young Master, please accept my report. Recently, a rumor has been circulating in the Wan Yao Mountain Market that you have obtained the treasure of a great demon, which contains the relics of the Dan Sect's alchemy master, Sun Simiao. I was fortunate enough to see your portrait, but now that I see you in person, I realize that the painter made you look ugly. Young Master, you are truly handsome and suave. I am willing to serve you as a slave and maid. I hope you will take me in."

The female monk stumbled and fell into Zhao Shanhe's arms, and her clothes fell off. Her white skin and curvy body made him unable to open his eyes. He lost his mind and stabbed a dagger straight into his chest.

With a snap, the dagger broke. Zhao Shanhe stroked his chest, still terrified. Looking at the large hole in his clothes, he couldn't help but sigh. Lust is a sword hanging over one's head. He needs to strengthen his willpower. If he hadn't practiced his body for so many years, he would have been in trouble today.

The female monk was terrified and used the legendary "Flying Head Technique", but unfortunately she didn't practice it well enough, and her head flew out and couldn't come back. Before her death, she couldn't understand why nothing happened to Zhao Shanhe even though she had stabbed him.

Zhao Shanhe retracted the Shanhe Sword, picked up the storage bag the female cultivator had dropped, and left. Several people had died here, and the strong smell of blood would soon attract monsters.