Will You Seriously Take Half a Step Back?

"What demons and monsters, what beauties in painted skins, what mountains of blades and seas of fire, what traps and schemes, what demons and monsters."

A bitter wind pierced their clothes and chilled them to the bone as the group walked a steep mountain path between cliffs and rugged, overlapping ridges.

In the distance, a silver waterfall plunged into a ravine. Mist spread across the water below, where emerald ripples rolled.

"Elder Tang, could you stop singing?" Meng Qi dug at his ear. "If you're going to sing, why not lift the perception block so the two young friends behind us can hear too?"

Su Lin smiled. "Wouldn't that ruin my image?"

"You still have an image?" Lu Mingfei kept his distance, worried that Tang Seng might get carried away and really turn him into the Black Dragon Horse.

The most dangerous member of this pilgrimage party was that bald monk. A monster that provoked the Monkey, the pig, or the unknown species might still have a sliver of hope. One foolish enough to provoke this bald monk was in for suffering beyond imagining.

"I can only use some of the cultivation and divine abilities while I'm holding it." Li Huowang raised the Crescent Moon Shovel and examined it. "And that's the reward after the mission ends?"

Su Lin tugged the reins and brought his horse to a stop. "It's not bad. Someone who hasn't become immortal, or who has little talent, could ascend to heaven in a single step."

He dismounted and gazed at the towering, precipitous mountains, whose peaks rose like five fingers toward the blue heavens. The first sunlight streamed through the gaps between them in myriad golden rays and countless auspicious wisps. Two or three wild cranes flew past with wings spread.

Gloomy weather was the