The Uncrowned King of Mount Mei

"Half-step Daluo Golden Immortal?"

At those words, a hint of amusement curled Yang Jian's lips.

He had been worrying over the lack of capable subordinates, and now one had come knocking at his door?

Besides, a treasure valuable enough to make a half-step Daluo Golden Immortal treasure it so dearly, even triggering celestial phenomena...

He was becoming more and more curious.

"Go."

Yang Jian uttered a single word. With a flash of his body, he transformed into a stream of light and flew toward Black Wind Pool.

"Let's go meet that old toad."

At the same time.

Deep within Mount Mei, at Black Wind Pool.

This place was shrouded in black miasma year-round. The pool water was black as ink, occasionally bubbling with strange blisters. Ordinary living creatures would die the instant they touched it.

Yet in the center of the pool lay a small patch of crystal-clear water, untouched by even the slightest trace of miasma.

At the center of that water grew a peculiar lotus with nine emerald-green leaves, blossoming with dazzling seven-colored radiance.

Upon the lotus's stamens, a translucent fruit, as though carved from the purest crystal in the world, was slowly taking shape, giving off an utterly enticing Dao aura.

At the edge of the pool, an enormous toad the size of a small mountain, its skin covered in dark-green warts, stared fixedly at the fruit. His bell-sized eyes brimmed with greed and fervor.

"Hahaha..."

"Thirty thousand years! A full thirty thousand years!"

"My Grand Luo Dao Fruit is finally... finally about to ripen!"

"As long as I swallow it, I'll break through in one stroke and attain the Dao Fruit of a Daluo Golden Immortal! Then the sky will be high enough for me to soar as I please—who will dare look down on