Return to Spirit Mountain

The Eight Views Carriage focuses on aerial attacks, while the Black and White Twin Horses can only run on the ground.

Similar to the operation of the Black and White Twin Horses, the Eight Views Carriage can travel through the air with just a simple guide.

Sitting on the Eight Views Carriage, Zhang Xuezhou felt a bit sleepy after eating eight Drunken Peach.

These Drunken Peach were enormous, likely carefully selected from the orchard or perhaps improved in some way. Zhang Xuezhou felt the aftereffects of each peach he ate.

"You slept so comfortably!"

He stretched out his body and lay down in the Eight Views Carriage, while the Mysterious Woman, who sat in front of him with a cold face, exhaled a breath of stale air.

Leaving aside Zhang Xuezhou's martial arts and Technique Method, Zhang Xuezhou physical abilities were undoubtedly excellent.

Since the start of their sparring session, Zhang Xuezhou hasn't needed a break at all; his deep sleep was only due to overindulging in too many Drunken Peach.

Xuan Nu felt that this generation's Kunlun Holy Son was an oddball. If he had encountered an ordinary opponent, he would have fought until he doubted his life or even collapsed from exhaustion, while Zhang Xuezhou was fine.

"The Eight-Nine Mystical Art has the drawback of causing physical pain, but he doesn't seem to care that much!"

Xuan Nu was a master of martial arts. Apart from some special martial arts that required physical talent, she was proficient in almost all the named martial arts from the Heavenly Court era.

In her eyes, most martial arts techniques in the world were nothing more than childish games, but she rarely encountered a cultivator like Zhang Xuezhou.

If she didn't rely on her cultivation level to forcefully suppress him, Xuan Nu felt that she couldn't do anything to Zhang Xuezhou if they were at the same cultivation level.

She was quite curious about what the ultimate goal of a cultivator like Zhang Xuezhou would be. Would he become like the Great Ape King was good at taking hits or Erlang True Lord, or would he be able to learn a wide range of skills and succeed the Emperor, or would he have his own unique characteristics?

"If the Holy Son gets close, I'm afraid no cultivator at the Divine Ability Realm will be his match!"

Xuan Nu made a mental assessment, then suddenly remembered something and asked Cai Ma.

"Holy Maiden, you said the Holy Son is skilled in Technique Method. What kind of Technique Method is he skilled in?" the Mystic Maiden asked.

"The Holy Son's Longevity Technique," Cai Ma said after thinking for a moment.

"Isn't the Longevity Technique something you're practicing?" the Mystic Woman asked curiously.

"Yes, I taught the Holy Son after I finished learning it," Cai Ma nodded and replied, "The Holy Son learned it very well; he is proficient in this art!"

"Besides the Longevity Formula, what else is there?"

"I 'Grand Clarity, he doesn't usually show off his powerful Technique Method!"

Cai Ma and Zhang Xuezhou spent some time together. At that time, Zhang Xuezhou was either studying medicine and treating patients or colluding with Li Shaojun to deceive the Empress Dowager. He did a lot of things, but Cai Ma never found out that Zhang Xuezhou relied on violence to achieve his goals.

Cai Ma still doesn't know Zhang Xuezhou's background. If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been beaten by Xuan Nu, Cai Ma would have had no idea that Zhang Xuezhou was so resilient.

Of course, while Zhang Xuezhou was resilient, Zhang Xuezhou didn't like direct confrontations and would even encourage Cai Ma to charge into the front lines.

"The Holy Son has learned the Nine Evasion Techniques of the Heavenly Court. Do you know the level of his cultivation?" the Mystic Maiden asked.

"He never said it, and I've never seen him use these techniques!"

"The Holy Son possesses exceptional skills, yet he has never used them for any purpose?"

"No, the Holy Son doesn't seem to like arguing or fighting!"

For Xuan Nu, Zhang Xuezhou was destined to be difficult to understand.

Cultivators acquire various skills not for physical fitness, but because these skills grant them superior strength, thereby securing a better social status.

Zhang Xuezhou, despite possessing a wealth of magical skills, surprisingly disliked using them to solve problems, preferring instead unorthodox methods, which greatly troubled Xuan Nu.

"He clearly has a great foundation, he just needs to..."

Xuan Nu muttered something, but ultimately didn't try to understand Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou anymore, nor could she help him develop his skills.

A leopard can't change its spots; Zhang Xuezhou won't learn any real skills from her if he doesn't change his ways.

Without experiencing countless battles, Xuan Nu felt that Zhang Xuezhou would never truly understand the mysteries of killing.

The Eight Views Carriage continued its westward journey, eventually entering the Savage Wilderness and remote Xiniuhe Prefecture.

Xiniu Hezhou is lush with vegetation, but it is known as a remote and impoverished place. The reason for this is simple: the probability of producing heavenly materials and earthly treasures here is too low. Some great medicinal herbs are uprooted before they can reach the end of their growth cycle, and there are only a handful of secret places in the entire prefecture.

Spirit Mountain is the best secret place in Xiniu Hezhou. Just follow Kunlun westward, cross the Great Snow Mountain and travel another thousand miles to reach Spirit Mountain.

"It's still as smoky and chaotic as ever!"

The Eight Scenic Carriage descended from the sky, and the Maha Bodhi Temple, a hidden gem of the Spirit Mountain, came into view.

The monks' chanting, fighting, snake-playing, and urinating indiscriminately were all on full display.

"It's the same as it was before," Xuan Nu muttered with a frown.

The fall of the Eight Views Carriage to the ground made many monks extremely envious. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that the Law Treasure would go out of control, many monks regarded it as a possible fortuitous opportunity.

Anyone who crosses the boundary line will be killed!

The Mysterious Maiden drew her magic sword and slashed at the ground, creating a ten-zhang-long fissure that blocked the Eight Views Carriage like a perfectly straight line.

"Be careful when you get to Spirit Mountain, lest you lose your valuables!"

She also gave Cai Ma some instructions, indicating that Cai Ma should take good care of her belongings.

"Maha Bodhi Temple warmly welcomes the divine presence of all the deities of Kunlun!"

The guidance to the secret realm of Spirit Mountain was quite effective. Xuan Nu's sword strike not only stopped many of the wild monks outside the temples, but also caused the abbots and monks inside the temples to rush out like a tide to greet her.

"This humble monk is Abbot Yinding of Maha Bodhi Temple, and I have been waiting here to guide the deity to the Spirit Mountain!"

Holding a wooden staff, Abbot Yinding jogged to the front of the Eight Views Carriage, waved to the many monks, and was immediately greeted by a cacophony of chanting and recitation of sutras.

Which generation of Silver Top are you?

The Mystic Maiden sheathed her magic sword, landed on the Eight Views Carriage, and casually asked a question as she glanced at the Silver-Top Abbot.

"This is the sixty-eighth generation of monks," said Abbot Yinding.

"You change leaders every twenty years, you're changing people pretty quickly," Xuan Nu said in surprise.

"We mortals have limited lifespans, and we can only work for about twenty years. When we get old, we need to be replaced," the Silver-Top Abbot said with a forced smile.

"That's true!"

Xuan Nu glanced around, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and then urged everyone to land, pulling the fast-sleeping Zhang Xuezhou out of bed.

Only after the goddess Xuan Nu forcefully poked him twice did Zhang Xuezhou vaguely regain his senses.

"You arrived so quickly?"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head, still feeling a bit intoxicated by the taste of the Drunken Peach.

Poison Avoidance Instruction didn't classify intoxication as a poison, he was still subject to the same fate and would get drunk as usual.

"A good friend from the Eastern Land?"

When Zhang Xuezhou glanced in the direction of the Mahabodhi Temple, the silver-topped abbot in charge of guiding the group was startled and looked at the divine figure dressed in rich attire and covered with a golden mask.

The mask made Zhang Xuezhou's face unrecognizable, but he never forgot Zhang Xuezhou's voice, after all, leading a group of powerful demons to attack the Maha Bodhi Temple was a rare occurrence in his life.

"A good friend of Buddha Son Shigong?"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou did not respond, the silver-top host asked again nervously.

When his gaze swept over him with the same coldness, he immediately swallowed back all his platitudes and enthusiastic welcome.

Zhang Xuezhou obviously couldn't respond. He could be a good friend of Buddha Son Shigong in other situations, but as long as he was wearing the skin of the Kunlun Holy Son, he no longer had Buddha Son Shigong as a friend.

He understood the difference between having one identity to do bad things and another to be a normal person, thus avoiding future trouble.