Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

Wang Ye knew why such a thought had arisen in him.

It was because the gap between his aura and Meng Chuan's was simply too vast.

With their auras merely released, the difference between them was plain for all to see.

But his mindset was fine. Meng Chuan had not become a freak overnight.

Now that his realm was a major stage above his own, he just had to get used to it.

Meng Chuan smiled but said nothing.

After the Little Haters hall master had been frightened by his aura back then,

he immediately recorded an apology statement on his account, terrified that Meng Chuan would slap him to death.

Afterward, Meng Chuan found it dull and turned to leave.

As long as the other party apologized and did not affect his ability to make money on the short-video platform, that was enough.

Wang Ye had been right earlier too. Why get angry with a Little Hater?

They drew ever closer to Wudang Mountain.

This was a sacred land of the Daoist sect. Rather than relaxing, Meng Chuan's senses became increasingly focused, and he kept the Aura Sight Technique active the entire time.

Though he did not think the Demonic Path would be bold enough to assassinate him here,

he remained fully vigilant.

If they launched a "suicide attack," it was not as though it were impossible.

If Wang Ye had not been with him, and if wearing a mask up the mountain before taking it off might not have alerted the experts on Wudang Mountain, Meng Chuan would have put on an alternate identity and gone up alone.

Stone steps wound into verdant peaks, while ancient trees blotted out the sun.

As he was about to set foot on Wudang Mountain, Meng Chuan felt not the slightest joy.