Dragon Sporting in Shallow Waters, Teasing Shrimp and Fish

"Since you possess such divine abilities, worthy brother, why was it that when we first roamed the Primordial Wilderness, we obtained so few top-grade treasures?" Mu Jizi felt somewhat vexed and asked.

Kunpeng could not help shaking his head, forcing a bitter smile. "Does elder brother not know that any truly powerful treasure possesses the ability to conceal its aura? Without a treasure's aura, this little brother's divine ability is useless. How then could I seek out such treasures?"

"Oh, so that was it!" Mu Jizi suddenly understood, then added, "No wonder. When we traveled through the Primordial Wilderness back then, we encountered barely any top-grade treasures and only picked up some low-grade treasures that were of little use!"

Kunpeng could not help feeling embarrassed, protesting inwardly, Low-grade treasures? Why have I seen you treat those low-grade treasures as precious things?

Of course, ever since he had reached the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm and, itching to test his skills, challenged Mu Jizi only to be beaten black and blue, he only dared say such things in his heart.

At this moment, Kunpeng felt wronged to the extreme. He no longer had the mood to toss the Primordial Plant Essence in his hand. He glanced at Mu Jizi and was just about to put it away when—

Suddenly—

Several figures came galloping over from the distance. Before long, they had arrived beside Mu Jizi and Kunpeng.

Mu Jizi and Kunpeng had long detected those people with their divine senses, but neither paid them any mind. After all, among the Demon Race, those few could only be considered minor demons. The strongest was merely in the Loose Immortal realm, while the weakest had not even passed the tribulation of becoming an immortal and were only at the Void Refinement and Dao Integration realm. In the spirit-energy-starved Earth of later generations, such cultivation might have made them regional overlords, but in the present Primordial Wilderness, it appeared pitifully weak.

Some of the newcomers had tiger heads and human bodies; some had ox heads and horse faces; others had human bodies and faces, but horns of oxen or deer upon their heads. Though their cultivation was not particularly high, they had clearly followed the Dao and understood somewhat that the human form was favored by the Heavenly Dao and what it meant for a cultivator's Dharma body.

When they arrived beside Mu Jizi and Kunpeng, their eyes filled with greed as they stared at the Primordial Plant Essence in Kunpeng's hand.

Indeed, the current Primordial Wilderness was no longer what it had once been. Though it was not yet like later generations, where even slightly decent materials for refining artifacts were difficult to find, obtaining a piece of a primordial object was still no easy matter. Especially for these people, whose strongest member was only a Loose Immortal, primordial objects were things they coveted all the more.

The sole Loose Immortal among them was an old man with deer antlers atop his head and a tuft of beard on his chin. His shrewd eyes rolled about in their sockets as if calculating something. He looked at the few lackeys behind him, all merely Earth Immortals, then looked at Kunpeng and Mu Jizi. A trace of wariness appeared in his eyes.

It was for no other reason than that, according to his divine sense, both Mu Jizi and Kunpeng were at the peak of early-stage Loose Immortal cultivation, only half a step below his own mid-stage Loose Immortal cultivation. That was why, after approaching them, he did not dare directly seize the Primordial Plant Essence from Kunpeng's hand. Instead, he quietly assessed their strength and weighed the gains and losses.

Naturally, Mu Jizi and Kunpeng were concealing their cultivation. Otherwise, the aura of peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals alone would have frightened the old man transformed from an antelope demon into fleeing for his life.

After thinking for a while, the antelope demon elder's eyes shifted, and he came up with an idea. He said to Mu Jizi and Kunpeng, "Fellow Daoists, this mountain range is occupied by this poor Daoist, and the primordial object in your hand was planted by this poor Daoist as well. I ask that you return it to me."

The antelope demon was rather clever. In his eyes, his cultivation surpassed that of the two before him. If he spoke politely and gave Mu Jizi and Kunpeng a way out, they surely would not fight him over a single primordial object.

Had he encountered ordinary people whose cultivation was a notch below his, and who saw that he had many subordinates behind him, they might truly have gone downhill with the current and handed over the primordial object in their possession. But the people before him were Mu Jizi and Kunpeng! Both were individuals of great divine abilities. If they did not rob others, others ought to thank heaven and earth—when would it ever be someone else's turn to rob them?

Looking at the group trying to rob them amid the flames, Mu Jizi and Kunpeng both smiled faintly, finding it rather amusing.

"Oh? You say this mountain is occupied by you, and this object was planted by you?" Kunpeng put on a look of surprise, then said in great confusion, making things up as he went, "My brother and I have cultivated here for several hundred years. How is it that we have never heard of this?"

With those words, it was impossible to tell whether he had failed to understand the antelope demon's implied meaning or simply did not wish to hand over the primordial object.

The antelope demon's expression darkened at once.

Seeing this, a black bear demon at the Earth Immortal realm immediately understood. He stepped forward and roared, "Who does our Patriarch think he is? Why would he need to deceive the two of you? If he says he occupies this land, then he occupies this land. Could it be false?"

This black bear demon had a human body and a bear's head. His roar did carry some force, but Kunpeng paid him no heed. He could not even be bothered to say a word.

Such naked disregard instantly enraged the somewhat dim-witted black bear demon. Without considering anything else, he took a swift step forward and swung his huge palm fiercely at Kunpeng!

"Not good!" At that instant, the old man transformed from the antelope demon changed expression. He had been about to intervene, but in the next moment he withdrew instead, intending to use the late-stage Earth Immortal black bear demon to probe the depths of the two before him.

"Whoosh~~~~"

The black bear demon's clumsy body nevertheless produced considerable force with that palm strike, making the air howl sharply. If an ordinary Loose Immortal faced such a blow, they might not fear it, but they would still avoid its edge for the moment. After all, black bear demons were famed for their immense strength. A full-force palm from a late-stage Earth Immortal black bear demon was roughly equivalent to an early-stage Loose Immortal's attack.

But who was Kunpeng? A peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. To him, the black bear demon's palm was like an attack from an infant who had only just learned to walk against a martial arts master—childish and laughable.

At that moment, he did not even look. With a flick of his wrist, he casually struck backhandedly.

With a thunderous boom, the mountain-like black bear demon was sent flying high into the air by Kunpeng's casual palm. With a heavy bang, he crashed to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth. After twitching a few times, his neck lolled to one side, and he reverted to his true form, dead beyond doubt.

The sudden change left the gathered postnatal demons utterly unable to react. From the black bear demon's ferocious palm strike to his collapse and death, only an instant had passed. After staring blankly for a moment, the demons all drew sharp breaths.

That casual palm strike—perhaps even their master, Antelope Patriarch, could only achieve such power by going all out. Was this really an attack that someone at the early-stage Loose Immortal realm could unleash?

The demons were greatly shocked and immediately stirred into unrest. Even the old antelope monster felt faint apprehension in his heart. Yet relying on the treasure he had recently obtained, he did not fear Kunpeng. He merely assumed Kunpeng was a Demon Cultivator like the black bear demon, born with immense divine strength.

Suppressing the apprehension in his heart slightly, the old antelope monster glanced at the black bear demon's corpse. His face darkened as he said coldly, "What does Fellow Daoist mean by this? Even if this poor Daoist's subordinate behaved improperly, a lesson would have sufficed. There was no need to beat him to death, was there?"