The Tree Demon Who Feared the World Wouldn't Be Chaotic Enough, Fighting the Plum Mountain Demon Immortals!

The Primordial Wilderness is vast and boundless.

But Qingyuan had traveled through it for a time back then, so he wouldn't lose his way.

What's more, Heaven and Earth have spirit.

Mountains, rivers, and streams all have names.

As long as one silently recites a place name in their heart, they can sense the direction through the resonance of Heaven and Earth.

For example, if one thinks of Buzhou Mountain in their heart, They will feel an overwhelmingly strong guidance from Buzhou Divine Mountain. The more famous and powerful the mountain, river, or stream's origin, the stronger the guidance; otherwise, it will be very weak, or even undetectable.

This time, Qingyuan was out

To seek an Innate Spiritual Treasure that had not yet been born but would shine brilliantly in later ages.

This treasure was called the Falling Treasure Gold Coin, a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. It could drop all magical treasures below Innate Supreme Treasures, deduce the secrets of Heaven's will, and would later shine in the hands of the Wuyi Mountain rogue cultivators Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao. It once dropped the twenty-four Sea Calming Pearls and the Dragon Binding Rope of Zhao Gongming, the outer sect's senior disciple of the Jie Sect, leaving Zhao Gongming utterly stunned.

It's a pity, though.

Everything comes at a price.

The Falling Treasure Gold Coin consumes luck and merit.

Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao had extremely low luck and merit; after dropping Zhao Gongming's two treasures, their bodies died and their Dao vanished.

Its function was heaven-defying, but it also wasted luck.

Still, having a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure in hand and not using it is a different matter from not having one at all.

The Primordial Wilderness is vast and boundless.

Qingyuan flew for nearly a thousand years and still couldn't reach Wuyi Mountain.

Along the way, he frequently encountered skirmishes between the Witch and Demon clans, fought with such fervor that Qingyuan dared not intervene. Often, upon sensing the aura of battle, he would detour far away.

And the great powers among the Witch and Demon clans, Sensing that this Minor Golden Immortal carried the aura of the Saint Shangqing, Would not cause excessive trouble.

The next day.

While traveling, Qingyuan saw in the distance a mountain covered in a brilliant bloom of plum blossoms, the entire peak a sea of pink. He couldn't help but feel a desire to admire the view.

So he flew down.

In the wilderness, he sought out plum trees of great age to pick some petals, Intending to use them for brewing wine.

But he hadn't wandered through the wilds for long before he encountered two tree demons who could speak.

"Who are you, daring to trespass on our Plum Mountain? Without our permission, you dare to pick petals? Who gave you the nerve?"

"Go report to Elder Brother Dai, say a cultivator has trespassed on Plum Mountain!"

"Have you forgotten? Elder Brother Dai felt a fateful opportunity and went out to travel the Primordial Wilderness! He probably won't be back for a few hundred years!"

"Then find Elder Brother Yuan instead..."

Qingyuan stared blankly at these two peach tree and willow tree demons, one at the Early Heavenly Immortal Realm and the other at the Late Heavenly Immortal Realm, feeling a bit confused.

Plum Mountain?

No way?

Plum Mountain seemed to be the territory of the Seven Freaks.

Could these two willows be the grass-head gods of Plum Mountain?

Snapping back to reality, Qingyuan gave them a slight bow and smiled, saying, "This Humble One—"

"What fiend, how dare you!! Trespassing on the dojo of us Plum Mountain Seven Righteous, prepare to die!!"

"I just saw him picking plum blossoms too; he dares to destroy Elder Brother Dai's plum trees!"

Before Qingyuan could even announce himself, An Ox Immortal and a Pig Immortal charged at him with murderous intent, two gleaming broadswords swinging straight for his head, their momentum fierce!!

"Fine blade work!"

Qingyuan smiled.

He picked up a withered branch from the ground and began sparring with the two with great interest.

These two were Innate Spirits, gifted with extraordinary talent and infinite strength. Though their techniques lacked form, they relied on raw power to break the enemy. Both were only at the Early True Immortal Realm, but fighting together, even a Late True Immortal would struggle to handle them.

"This little thief's swordsmanship is so strange! Fourth Brother, hold him off for a moment, the usual method!"

"Alright!"

Zhu Zizhen suddenly transformed into his true form.

It was a hideous, massive Great Black Boar, its body covered in bristles as hard as steel needles, two tusks gleaming with cold light, dozens of zhang in size, charging viciously at Qingyuan.

"Not bad technique."

Qingyuan's eyes lit up.

He didn't dodge, simply catching the boar with one hand and pressing down with force.

Zhu Zizhen's head was forced uncontrollably toward the ground, eating a mouthful of mud.

Just then, Qingyuan sensed a flash of firelight, about to strike his body in an instant, but he deftly used a branch as a sword, unleashing the Law of Swordsmanship to shatter it.

"Pfft~"

The Ox Gall, tempered for years, was broken.

Jin Dasheng spat blood.

The Peach and Willow trees, seeing the two immortals instantly wounded, cried out in terror to summon help.

"Bad news!! This is terrible! All you great immortals, come out now!! Someone's picking a fight, Master Jin and Master Zhu are hurt!!"

"Someone come quick..."

The two immobile tree demons howled in panic.

"How dare you! Who dares harm my elder brother's life? Bring me your life!!"

"Villain, stop!"

Soon after, Three figures surrounded Qingyuan with murderous intent.

One spat white light, carrying the power to freeze both Primordial Spirit and physical body.

One spat black mist, and wherever the mist reached, plants and trees fell unconscious.

One spat poison mist, and wherever the mist reached, vegetation withered.

But though they charged fiercely and looked terrifying, they had little combat ability. Qingyuan casually waved his branch, and they all flew backward, unable to rise again.

"Pfft... Where did this heretic come from, with such formidable skill!"

"If our eldest brother were here, how could you be so arrogant!!"

"If you dare kill us, our elder brother will never let you go! I advise you to retreat at once!"

"It seems we can't escape death today..."

The five demons were filled with despair, making Qingyuan somewhat embarrassed.

Though there had been a small misunderstanding at the start, he had never struck to kill. And those two tree demons were stirring up trouble, weren't they?

"Everyone, actually I—"

"How dare you! What cultivator dares to harm people on my Plum Mountain? Bring me your life!!"

Rumble!

The entire Plum Mountain suddenly shook.

A vast, ferocious aura emanated from the mountain's rear, and then a White Ape the size of a small hill strode over menacingly, wielding an Iron Staff, rolling mana surging into white light that shot into the sky, cutting off Qingyuan's words.

"I—"

Qingyuan was speechless, about to explain again.

But the despairing five demons all cried out for help, enraging the White Ape beyond words. From afar, he shrank his body to about a zhang and eight chi in height, grabbed the Crescent Moon Longbow at his waist, nocked a Wolf Fang Arrow, drew the bow to a full moon, and aimed. Instantly, nine Wolf Fang Arrows shot through the air with cold light, appearing before Qingyuan's face in a flash.

"Fine archery!"

Qingyuan nodded in approval.

He snatched the nine Wolf Fang Arrows with one hand and flung them back!

"What strength!"

Yuan Hong's face showed shock.

He hurriedly swung his Iron Staff to knock down the nine Wolf Fang Arrows.

After great effort, Yuan Hong managed to knock down the nine arrows, but his arms, holding the staff, ached from the shock to his bones, and he felt a pang of doubt.

Such immense strength.

Who was this person? The Plum Mountain Seven Righteous had always hidden here in this remote corner, avoiding trouble. How had they provoked such a powerful enemy?

But seeing his brothers on the verge of death, He didn't think twice.

Gritting his teeth, he charged at Qingyuan with his Iron Staff, a storm of staff shadows sweeping across the land like a gale, shaking Plum Mountain until it cracked, collapsing plum trees, the spectacle extraordinarily fearsome.

Qingyuan watched with amazement.

He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and sparred with Yuan Hong, secretly guiding the other's staff technique.

To be fair, Yuan Hong was indeed 'blessed with extraordinary bones and a natural martial genius,' possessing remarkable skill with the staff. Though only at the late True Immortal Realm, his mastery of the staff was by no means inferior to Wuzhiqi's.

"You damned sneaky cultivator! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on! What's with all this dodging around?"

Yuan Hong couldn't take down Qingyuan no matter how long he tried.

He was fuming with rage.

He felt that his Iron Staff carried the force of ten thousand jun—one swing could blow up an entire mountain!

Yet every time, he was just a hair's breadth away from killing this man.

Was this brat just too good at dodging?

They fought for a long time.

Until Yuan Hong's magical power was spent and he was utterly exhausted, yet he saw that this man's expression hadn't even changed. He finally realized the gap between them.

So he gave up in despair.

He threw down his Iron Staff and panted, "Come on, kill us!! When our big brother returns, he'll avenge us!"

"That's right! We brothers live and die together! If you've got the guts, kill us!"

"Hurry up and do it! Give us a quick death!!!"

Jin Dasheng, Zhu Zizhen, and the others were also shouting loudly, leaving Qingyuan somewhat helpless: "When did I ever say I was going to kill you? What grudge or grievance do we have? Why would I kill you?"

"Huh?"

All six were stunned.

"You're not going to kill us?"

"Why would I kill you? Do we even know each other?"

Qingyuan's retort left the six speechless. They exchanged glances, then asked, "If you weren't going to kill us, why did you attack us?"

"But I didn't attack you. You were the ones who charged out without a word and insisted on fighting me. I never even had a chance to explain."

Qingyuan shook his head helplessly.

"Third brother, fourth brother, is that really how it was?"

Yuan Hong's face twitched as he looked at Jin Dasheng and Zhu Zizhen.

The two flushed with embarrassment and said sheepishly, "I don't know either. We just heard Gao Ming and Gao Jue say someone was here to cause trouble, so we thought we'd drive this person away."

"..."

"..."

Yuan Hong, Wu Long, and Yang Xian felt utterly screwed.

They all turned their gazes toward the two willow and peach trees, making them tremble in fear.

"Six lords, how about you let us explain ourselves?"