Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

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[Race: Yellow-haired weasel.]

[Cultivation Level: Mid-stage Transformation Realm (equivalent to the mid-stage Qi Refining Realm in human cultivators).]

Delivery area: within a ten-mile radius.

This was a humanoid creature with a yellow-haired weasel head, no more than five feet tall and small in stature, but its cultivation level did not disappoint Fan Yuan.

"Your name is Huangmao'er. You are a weasel who has developed intelligence on your own in a small ravine in Leopard Head Mountain, eight hundred miles outside Huangfeng Ridge. Because you admire the mighty name of the Great King Huangfeng's Samadhi Divine Wind, you have spent three months traveling through mountains and rivers to come and seek refuge in the cave, hoping to find a job and make a future..."

Everything is ready.

Fan Yuan closed his eyes, his main body's aura gradually subsiding, like a stone statue, leaving only a trace of basic vigilance, while most of his mind was already focused on his clone.

……

"Hiss... This wind is fucking weird!"

As soon as Huang Mao'er stepped into the territory of Huangfeng Ridge, an invisible, scorching wind rushed towards him, relentlessly brushing against his body.

He immediately circulated his demonic energy, and a layer of moist water film, barely visible to the naked eye, instantly covered his entire body, greatly relieving the bone-scraping dryness.

"efficient!"

He was overjoyed, but dared not be careless, as this was only the outermost part of Huangfeng Ridge, where the wind was weakest.

The purpose of this trip is to find the patrolling demon soldiers of Huangfeng Cave, and to try to infiltrate them and find a safe route.

After walking for about half an hour, several rough laughs and curses could be faintly heard from a bend in the mountain path ahead.

Huang Mao'er's heart skipped a beat. He immediately hid behind a weathered rock about half a person's height, concealing his aura and only peeking out with half his head.

Not far away, a group of about five or six little demons were lazily walking over. These little demons were all strangely shaped, with wolf heads, pig heads, snake heads and so on. They wore tattered animal skin armor and carried rusty weapons in their hands.

Leading the group was a burly tiger-headed demon soldier whose aura was noticeably stronger than the other lesser demons. He carried a large, ring-pommel sword at his waist and was impatiently reprimanding his subordinates.

"You all better be alert! The King is in a bad mood today. If there's any mishap during the patrol, I'll skin you alive!"

"Yes, yes, Steward Tiger is right," a little demon said with a fawning smile.

"Manager Tiger, what could possibly go wrong in this godforsaken place? We can't even find a passing moth," another little demon complained.

Huang Mao'er hid behind the rocks and saw everything.

He observed calmly, memorizing every detail of the patrol team, which would be crucial intelligence for his later infiltration.

Only after the group of demon soldiers walked away cursing and disappeared at the other end of the mountain path did Fan Yuan slowly emerge from behind the rocks. He looked in the direction the demon soldiers had left, and a glint of light flashed in his rat-like eyes.

The patrolling demon soldiers didn't go far. Instead, they stopped in a hollow in a large, sheltered rock ahead, seemingly finding a place to rest and take a break.

This was exactly what Fan Yuan wanted to do.

He controlled his clone, Yellow Hair, to lower his body even further, using the jagged rocks and sparse sandy vegetation as cover, and silently made his way towards the hollow.

"Manager Tiger, shall we take a break? This damn wind is getting stronger and stronger, it's giving me a headache," a muffled voice complained, sounding like a pig demon.

"Stop resting! If the King finds out, I'll skin you alive!" Tiger Steward scolded, but judging from his tone, he didn't seem to have any intention of setting off immediately.

There was a gulping sound, as if someone was drinking.

"Steward Tiger, calm down. Here, have a drink to soothe your throat." A fawning voice rang out. "Our patrol is just a formality. This Yellow Wind Ridge, apart from the wind, you can't even see a ghost. Who would dare to cause trouble on our King's territory?"

"Hmph, what do you know!" Steward Hu sneered, but still took the wine pouch. "Your Majesty is a high-ranking immortal who attained enlightenment on Mount Ling. He was banished to the mortal realm for stealing the pure oil from the crystal lamp before the Buddha. Now, Your Majesty is at a critical juncture, attempting to combine the Buddhist fire in the lamp oil with your own supernatural powers to refine a true Samadhi Divine Wind. The stronger this wind blows, the deeper Your Majesty's cultivation. We must all do our utmost and not make the slightest mistake!"

These words stirred up a storm in Fan Yuan's heart, who was hiding behind the crevice in the rock.

Attaining enlightenment on Mount Ling, the clear oil in the crystal lamp… these pieces of information corresponded one by one with the original text of Journey to the West from his previous life's memories, confirming that his prediction was correct. More importantly, the Yellow Wind Monster was at a crucial juncture in his cultivation! For him, this was both a danger and an opportunity.

The pig demon then asked, "Manager Tiger, just how powerful are our King's supernatural abilities?"

"Impressive?" Steward Hu's voice carried an air of proud arrogance. "Within the Three Realms, those who can withstand even a single gust of divine wind from Your Majesty are few and far between! Even the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King of the Heavenly Court, with his Twenty-Eight Constellations, would be forced to shut their doors and windows, too afraid to show their faces!"

The lesser demons immediately let out a gasp of awe and wonder.

"Then... then all the new little demons have to get past you first?" another shrill voice asked, clearly having designs on the matter.

"Of course!" Steward Tiger's voice grew increasingly smug. "The cave has strict rules. The Great King rarely ventures out, focusing solely on cultivation. All affairs, large and small, within the cave are managed by my... elder brother, Tiger Vanguard. If you want to enter my Yellow Wind Cave, you won't even get a chance to enter without offering me a generous gift! Especially those clever, resourceful ones—I like them the most. When I'm in a good mood after a few drinks, a few pointers will be enough to benefit them immensely!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Yuan's mind cleared.

All the key information had been pieced together: the Yellow Wind Monster's background, Tiger Steward's power and preferences, the rules of the cave... A clear path had been paved in his mind.

The tiger steward is the key to breaking the deadlock, and his fondness for alcohol is exactly what he wants.

Fan Yuan didn't linger. He controlled Huang Mao'er to retreat quietly, quickly leaving this dangerous place. He traveled swiftly and arrived at the entrance of his main body's cave.

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes. He took out another unopened jar of wild fruit wine from his storage bag. This wine had very little spiritual energy and was completely different from monkey wine. He had originally kept it to satisfy his own cravings, but now it was perfect to use it as a pledge of allegiance.

The clone, blond-haired, took the wine jar and stepped into the wind zone once more.

He arrived at a windy mountain pass, where the wind was several times stronger than where he had rested before, and the wind was already mixed with the howling of ghosts.

He took a deep breath and actually removed the protective demonic aura from his body.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of terror descended upon us!