Origin Paradise!

"In a two-on-one fight, only by eliminating one person can you obtain the Southern Persimmon based on your favor. You've wasted all your energy on the Ginseng Path, how can you compete with me? It's utterly foolish!"

The young prince sat cross-legged under the persimmon tree, making the most of his time to recover his strength.

"The Prince has reached the summit and is recovering his strength!"

"Isn't this a shortcut to victory? Yin Shengzi might not be able to win the title of the young champion!"

The discussions below the mountain gradually intensified.

"Look, it's Crazy Feather again!"

"After reaching five hundred steps, he still didn't have the Soul Umbrella, and the ghosts and demons loathed him."

Everyone turned their gazes to the path of ginseng, where a tall figure was walking with his hands behind his back. Usually, by this time, the climbers would be chosen by the ghosts. Even if they didn't arrive as early as Dao Chi and the others, they shouldn't be so late.

Jiang He took a step forward, and the gaze of the Misty Rain Pavilion Master behind him made him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

A mad feather fell, and the old madman went berserk again. The Lord of Misty Rain narrowed his eyes, letting sweat drip down his face. He was ready to make his move at any moment.

The moment Jiang He was hit by the mad feather, an intense hunger surged in his heart, like when he was a child and never had enough to eat. His heart, which had merged with the Garuda egg, was throbbing with pain, and a greedy desire to devour everything gradually filled his mind, slowly overriding his reason.

But without stopping, Jiang He seemed completely unaffected and continued to take another step at a steady pace.

"Everything is me, so what's wrong with that?"

Jiang He remained calm. He did not think his greed was wrong, nor did he intend to suppress his desires with reason. He once ate most of the granary in one go, until his cheeks were sore and he felt nauseous and vomited. But when he thought about it, he still felt it wasn't enough. In fact, he considered himself to be like this all the time. Even if Yizhou was about to fall, he would not give up the rewards of the main quest. Even now, when he was crossing the mountain, he had no confidence that he could succeed.

Behind him, the Lord of Misty Rain was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed the other's footsteps, holding a Soul Umbrella in his hand, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain was stunned, and the old madman stood there dumbfounded.

"Why wasn't he affected at all!?"

"Did Mad Feather hit its target?"

"The Duke of Pingluan doesn't have a Soul Umbrella!"

In the crowd, the elder of the Daming Sect stopped beating the old madman, his expression full of doubt. The palm strike just now had unexpectedly made his arm go numb.

The next second, a fist came flying right at me.

This elder of the Great Ming Sect was immediately reduced to a headless corpse.

The disciples all retreated in fear.

The old madman dusted himself off and stood up, his eyes calm yet filled with murderous intent. Even though he was covered in mud, he still possessed the majesty of a grandmaster, and his madness had completely faded away.

"So that's how it is. I am bloodthirsty, but that's who I am, so what's wrong with that? At worst, I can only kill what deserves to be killed. It seems that the person I should never wrong in life is myself."

The old madman's expression was indifferent, his speed was as fast as lightning, his true essence flowed, and in just a moment, he brutally killed sixteen disciples of the Great Ming Sect with his bare hands.

The grandmasters were all shocked, not by the strength the other party had displayed, but by the fact that after twenty years, the old madman had actually regained his sanity, which was simply absurd.

Suddenly, under everyone's watchful eyes, the old madman bowed to the young figure from afar, even performing the disciple's salute.

"He's gone mad, he's still gone mad."

"To bow to a junior is utterly disgraceful!"

The old madman just laughed it off, not taking it to heart at all. After all, in this world, the accomplished are always the teachers, and besides, as a so-called "dead dog," he had no face to speak of.

Chapter 160 No Southern Persimmons

On the ginseng journey, most of the wandering travelers returned laden with spoils. Many obtained ginseng with the medicinal power of a hundred years, and even if they didn't use it themselves, they could make a quick fortune by reselling it.

At the forefront, Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi had already stepped onto the eightieth step at the end. The immense pressure caused the two prodigies to bleed from their seven orifices. The terrain and formation of Jianchi Mountain only targeted the spirit, but forcibly enduring it would also damage the physical body.

On the sixtieth step after nine hundred steps, the princess sighed softly and chose to squat down on the spot. The pressure of the spiritual energy pushed her to the flat ground beside her. The moment her feet touched the ground, the intense dizziness in her mind subsided, and the bone-scraping needle-like pricking also disappeared without a trace.

"Then let's start with you."

The young prince rose, his hands overflowing with violent true energy. He strode forward, pushing two lifelike golden pythons.

The princess beckoned, and talismans appeared, transforming into swords, spears, and halberds made of lightning that shot forward.

The two fought fiercely under the persimmon tree, but both held back their strength. These prodigies all had powerful forces backing them up, so it wasn't a matter of life and death.

"The future life is to be feared."

The elderly man, who had always been in the second group, stopped. He was dressed very elegantly and was covered in gold and silver jewelry. This treasure-collecting old man was no longer young, but he had always maintained his position at the front of the second group.

At this moment, he turned back to look at the approaching young lord and couldn't help but sneer:

"Lord of the Pacification, it may have been satisfying to kill my successor, but did you ever think of this day? I'll teach you a lesson: remember to leave some room for maneuver in your next life."

Jiang He looked up and saw the elegantly dressed old man fall to the ground, then be pushed down by the pressure of the spirit. As he passed by, a pair of hands made of gold and silver grabbed his left arm tightly.

You can't break free, you can't shake off, you can't tear apart.

This time, immense pressure not only descended from the sky but also surged forth from the front.

Jiang He was forced to stop, his muscles tense and veins bulging, as if this old man was going to drag him down Jianchi Mountain.

Behind him, the Master of Misty Rain suppressed his fatigue and weariness, forcing himself to prepare to draw his sword. The two were only a dozen steps apart.

Jiang He slowly raised his right hand expressionlessly, the bones cracking with a sharp sound, his body swaying violently. Just then, the Cold Fang military dagger fell into his palm, and he slowly aimed it at his left shoulder, repeatedly slashing and grinding.

The old man's pupils constricted.

The misty rain pavilion master behind him swallowed hard. On the quiet ginseng road, he could even hear the sound of blades scraping against bones.

Finally, the arm broke.

The old man, clutching an arm, slid down, his face still showing shock and palpitations. In just a few breaths, the arm turned into putrid liquid, and the intense pain made him howl in agony.

Jiang He remained silent and continued walking, quickly climbing over nine hundred steps.

The Lord of Misty Rain calmed himself down, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and followed behind the other person. The intense hatred he felt when he thought of Madam Chen, who had been brutally murdered, gave him strength again.

Without the Soul Umbrella, Jiang He was struck by the Mad Feather.

The ghosts on both sides began to murmur in their sleep.

The ghostly figure from the Yue family said coldly, "Lord Pingluan, Jianchi Mountain does not welcome you. This is a grand gathering of martial artists of this era. An executioner like you should leave obediently. There are thousand-year-old ginsengs right at your feet. Don't be ungrateful."

"Give me back my husband's life, you wicked villain!" He Baihu's wife kept screaming. After her death, she was captured by the mountain guards. Because of the short time that had passed, she had not yet shaken off her evil thoughts.

The delirious murmurs surged forth as if they were real, intensifying the already excruciating pain of having one's bones and marrow scraped.

Jiang He remained silent. Madam He's presence reminded him that he needed to put the acquisition of soul attack methods on the agenda. When dealing with enemies, one must kill them until their souls are scattered. For example, the ghost that Long Cheng obtained in Jianchi Mountain had the effect of soul attack.

time flies.

Unbeknownst to Jiang He, he had already reached the first tier, and thanks to the advanced self-healing effect, his left arm had fully recovered.

The number of people around them dwindled to almost nothing. On the last nine steps, Dao Chi and Yin Shengzi were still struggling to stay afloat.

Just one step behind the two, Hong Zhou, who had lost all his cultivation, was covered in blood and delirious.

Dao Chi's eyes were bloodshot, and everything in front of him was pitch black. He let out a suppressed growl and took a step forward, but he couldn't stand firm. He then tumbled down and stopped at the fifth step.

Yin Shengzi gently opened his mouth, blood mixed with white fragments falling out. He had already shattered all his teeth by biting them down. He stood firmly on the sixth step. The legendary Wall of Difficulty was within reach. He looked unwillingly at the three remaining steps in front of him. For hundreds of years, only Longcheng and Daoshou had reached the end.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Yin Shengzi fell backward helplessly. Even though he won the final victory on the flat ground of the persimmon tree, he was unable to stand shoulder to shoulder with Long Cheng. This would be a lifelong regret, but he had indeed done his best.

Just before he fell, Yin Shengzi's expression suddenly turned to astonishment.

Covered in blood, Hong Zhou stepped past him and stood on the seventh step.

"What!?"

"How can it be!"

"Grandmaster Hongzhou's will is even stronger than those two prodigies!"

Hong Zhou remained motionless under the watchful eyes of countless martial arts practitioners.

When Jiang He stepped onto the seventh step, the old master beside her had already passed away, his body upright like a pine tree. To others, it looked as if he was just taking a short rest.

"The Duke of Pingluan, he has actually gone this far."

"The Lord of Misty Rain Pavilion has also stepped onto the last nine steps!"

In the pavilions and towers, the masters all turned their gazes to the Difficult Wall, a pitch-black wall that inspired despair like a disaster, hence its name. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the wretched figures of climbers like trapped beasts, so it was also called the Trapped Mirror.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist. Historically, only two people have successfully stood before the Difficult Wall. The first was Dao Shou, who is now a transcendent Grandmaster. The second was Long Cheng. Whether in the Northern Barbarians or the Nine Provinces, the martial arts world generally acknowledges that the Grandmaster realm is Long Cheng's for the taking.

The next moment, to the astonishment of the Misty Rain Pavilion Master, Jiang He took two steps and stood before the Difficult Wall.

The pavilions and towers were completely silent.

A faint sense of despair permeated the heart of the Misty Rain Pavilion Master.

Jiang He examined the wall in front of him, tried to raise his hand but found that he couldn't do it at all. Tiger's strength seemed insignificant in the face of the pressure of the spirit. He pondered for a moment, then slammed his body forward into the wall with a thud.

Then came the second and third, one after another, relentlessly, as Jiang He repeatedly crashed against the wall of difficulty.

Ghostly laughter came from both sides.

"Lord Pingluan, you wouldn't be thinking of breaking down the Nanqiang Wall, would you?"

"Sigh, do they have to keep hitting their heads until they're bleeding before they'll stop?"

"It's useless. Back then, the Daoist leader used the nation's fortune to deliver a Grandmaster's blow with his superior cultivation, and this wall remained unscathed. Is your head harder than a Grandmaster's all-out attack?"

"Haha, it's a good thing our Lord doesn't have any powerful backers, otherwise he would really be a laughing stock."

At the foot of the mountain, the Jianghu warriors who had initially thought the Earl of Pingluan had discovered something mysterious, couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw that the Nanchang Wall remained unchanged.

"Turns out he's a stubborn mule."

"I was so scared! I thought he could actually break through."

"What's the use of just being patient if you're not smart enough?"

The misty rain-kissed pavilion owner slowly and resolutely stepped onto the three steps.

"Closer."

He stared intently at his enemy's retreating figure. The ups and downs along the way had left him exhausted, but if he got just a little closer, he could avenge Madam Chen.

Jiang He remained calm, repeatedly banging his forehead against the wall of difficulty. He kept stacking the damage layers of the Hunting Engine, having used it five times so far, just waiting to detonate it all at once. His goal in climbing the mountain was neither Nan Shi nor to become the young champion, but to cross this mountain, and this wall of difficulty was the obstacle.

But in the next second, before the hunting engine even started, a barely perceptible crack appeared on the surface of the wall.

Jiang He was stunned.

More and more jeers rose, gathered, and converged.

The wall that had remained unscathed from a Grandmaster's attack was now beginning to crumble inch by inch.

The entire Jianchi Mountain seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

"So that's how it is. When facing difficulties on the path of ginseng, the ridicule of others can be transformed into one's own strength."

Jiang He seemed to be deep in thought.

At the same time, an unprecedented commotion erupted at the foot of the mountain.

"The wall has been breached!"

"The Duke of Pingluan has mastered a profound technique for forging the head!"

"Wait, look! All the persimmon trees have disappeared!"

On the flat ground, the young prince and princess stopped what they were doing and stared blankly to the side. Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi, who were meditating and cultivating, also looked completely bewildered.

All the persimmon trees and southern persimmons transformed into streams of light, rushing towards the person and merging with them.

"Damn it!"

"Without the persimmon trees, how can we hold the Sword Debate Tournament in the future!"

"Why him? Why him?!"

The princess was the first to react, and said with a complicated smile:

"There are no persimmons in the world if you are willing to climb them."

Countless gazes fell upon him as Jiang He sensed the changes within himself.

[Hint: You have obtained the Excellent-grade Passive Skill - Persimmon Without South]

[Effect: Permanently increases Comprehension by 80%]