Seeing Wu Tao about to attack again, Yang Mu Dao's face turned pale, and he said, "Stop, there's no need for further competition. I acknowledge you both."
Although he said this, Yang Mu Dao did not relax at all, remaining ready for another battle.
Yang Mu Dao's solemn demeanor surprised Xue Shuang Jiao slightly. He raised an eyebrow and said to Wu Tao, "Stop this fight. You can't defeat this old man yet."
Hearing this, Wu Tao nodded and instantly transformed into a beam of light, returning to Xue Shuang Jiao's side.
Seeing this, Yang Mu Dao breathed a sigh of relief. If the fight had continued, he would have been able to defeat Wu Tao, but he would have been seriously injured.
Getting seriously injured at this juncture would have been fatal.
Moreover, with Xue Shuang Jiao smiling beside him, if he had to deal with two of them, his home would likely be half-destroyed. How would he then suppress the unruly old demons?
Therefore, upon sensing the danger of being killed, even a slight risk could hinder his grand plans.
He immediately offered a way out, allowing Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao to step down. Now, from the divine abilities they had displayed and the moves they had just used, he was certain they were both cultivators of the human prodigy level.
It seemed that his decision to personally receive them for the sake of these two was indeed wise. He did not believe that the great formation in the mountains or his spiritual body could handle these two troublesome enemies.
Thinking this, Yang Dao Mu saw that they had put away the Myriad Swords Breaking Immortal Diagram. He beckoned Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao, inviting them back into the main hall.
This time, Yang Dao Mu's attitude changed significantly, and his words were exceedingly polite.
After exchanging pleasantries with Yang Dao Mu, Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao began to communicate through telepathy.
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"Shuang'er, this old man is truly powerful. Even without using his magical treasures, I felt I was at a disadvantage," Wu Tao said in a low telepathic voice, glancing cautiously at Yang Mu Dao.
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"That's only natural. It would be truly surprising if you could defeat this old man who has lived for thousands of years."
"The extent to which magical treasures and divine abilities can be wielded primarily depends on their intrinsic quality, their essence, and the spiritual energy within the user..."
"Ultimately, the power of a magical treasure relies mainly on its material and the owner's own strength..."
"Divine abilities are much the same, using heavenly and earthly spiritual materials as a medium, the cultivator themselves as the source, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, and then releasing it through a specific method!"
"Old man Yang Dao Mu has lived for thousands of years and cultivated a second and third divine soul. His spiritual energy is so strong that he is considered the foremost person below the Nascent Soul stage. It's completely normal that you couldn't defeat him."
Xue Shuang Jiao replied without surprise.
Changing the subject, Xue Shuang Jiao said with a hint of pride, "Heh heh, but even so, with the two of us working together, he'll still have to be wary!"
Wu Tao nodded but did not add anything further.
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Yang Dao Mu then tried to get closer to Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao, probing indirectly for information about Wu Tao's background.
After all, there were only so many beings comparable to the Core Formation stage in the Myriad Mine Mountains, and none matched Wu Tao, which naturally filled Yang Dao Mu with a sense of unease.
"Could this human boy have just arrived in the Myriad Mine Mountains? What is this little girl from the Blood Clan thinking?"
Wu Tao, who had been playing the role of the good cop, decided to see it through.
He sat on his chair, not even looking at Yang Dao Mu, completely ignoring him.
On the other hand, Xue Shuang Jiao, with a playful smile, chatted with the old man Yang Dao Mu, weaving tales and making conversation for a while, but revealing nothing about Wu Tao's origins.
This left Yang Dao Mu frustrated and helpless.
...
Just then, several noises came from outside the mountain.
"Old man Yang, we're here. Why aren't you opening the door? What are you waiting for?"
"Did you die on a woman's belly?"
"Ah... hahahaha..."
"Damn it, it's these beasts who have arrived."
Upon hearing Yang Dao Mu curse in exasperation, Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao exchanged a look and a knowing smile appeared on their faces.
Then, Yang Dao Mu stood up abruptly and paced around. During this process, his eyes suddenly flicked backward, and he saw the smiles on Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao's faces.
Anger boiling within him, he smacked his head and summoned his second divine soul again to attend to the guests.
"Hmph, these old guys arrived quite early. Only a little later than you two. By the way, are you all this punctual?"
After doing all this, Yang Dao Mu nodded at Wu Tao and Xue Shuang Jiao and said.
When the second divine soul returned, it was followed by several figures.
Seeing the new arrivals in the hall, Yang Dao Mu coughed and said,
"The Minotaur tribe's muscular giant, the Yellow Sand tribe's Huang Dabiao, the War tribe's Cui Fengzi, the Stone Man tribe's monk, the Witch tribe's little poisonous girl, the Flying Eagle tribe's wrinkled skinny guy, why did you all arrive so early..."
These six newcomers, who had been smiling broadly just moments before, had their expressions turn grim upon hearing the nicknames Yang Dao Mu had given them.
One of them was an extremely beautiful woman, but she was only half the height of a normal human.
Compared to the several-meter-tall giants of the Witch tribe, she was drastically different, making one question if she truly belonged to the Witch tribe.
The dwarf girl was clad only in a thin, multi-colored veil, with no undergarments, appearing almost naked.
A closer look revealed everything.
It was a scene of boundless spring beauty.
However, everyone present, except for Wu Tao, the human, were from different races.
The aesthetic sensibilities of different races might vary from those of humans.
This meant that perhaps only Wu Tao felt he was getting the better end of the deal.
...
This young girl had a beautiful face, exquisite features, and skin as white as snow, giving her a captivating aura.
She did not seem to mind being insulted. Upon hearing the nickname, she even burst into laughter, which only made things more...
Luo Yazhi was a late-stage Heavenly Sorcerer of the Witch tribe, equivalent to the late-stage Core Formation realm for humans.
Because she was unusually small from birth, considered an anomaly by her tribe, her personality was eccentric, and her actions were strange. She was also known for her skill in poisons, hence the nickname "Poison Girl" among those who knew her.
Although Luo Yazhi was from the Witch tribe, she was always ruthless and resided on Poison Mountain.
Judging by her appearance, she was sweet and lovely, smiling and speaking like a lively and adorable young girl. In reality, however, she was a tigress who devoured people without spitting out the bones.
She was adept at concocting poisons, controlling poisonous mist and creatures. Few dared to provoke or challenge her, as she was surrounded by a miasma of poisons.
For some reason, although Xue Shuang Jiao had telepathically informed him of her background,
After Xue Shuang Jiao's explanation, Wu Tao knew she was a woman with a venomous heart...
Yet, seeing her innocent and cute appearance, the amnesiac Wu Tao still couldn't bring himself to dislike her. Instead, he felt something different.
This was truly a case of judging by appearances, where one's values followed their eyes.
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If Luo Yazhi had looked like an old hag with white hair, a face full of wrinkles and pustules, Wu Tao would have immediately deemed her a wicked woman, without anyone needing to tell him.
He would have at least been wary, if not immediately attempted to slay the demon. He certainly wouldn't have felt any affection towards her.
"Hehehehe..."
"I say, old man Yang, you're so old, yet the nicknames you come up with are so unpleasant. Do you want me to teach you how to name things!"
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"Hmph, so what if we came a bit early? Aren't there two people who arrived even earlier than us?"
The speaker was a man with the body of a bull and the head of a bull. He stood over ten feet tall, towering over houses.
This Minotaur tribesman was covered in yellow fur. From a human perspective, he wasn't considered particularly attractive.
This Minotaur tribesman's name was Niu Ben, and he also possessed cultivation comparable to a late-stage Core Formation human.
His expression darkened upon hearing Yang Dao Mu's address, but due to his apprehension, he merely spoke a few gruff words.
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"That's right, old man. We're all here to search for treasures and explore tombs. You should treat us equally. Do you think we're easy to bully, which is why you gave us these nicknames..."
"Come, come, I'm feeling a bit restless today. How about we have a spar? What do you say?"
A muscular man with a single horn on his head, while speaking, took out his innate magical treasure, the Heaven-Propping Earth-Questioning Cudgel, appearing ready to spar with Yang Dao Mu.
Although he spoke this way, seeing that Yang Dao Mu was ignoring him, he did not make a move.
This man from the War tribe also possessed cultivation comparable to a late-stage Core Formation human. His name was Xiao Teng.
...
The Stone Man tribe monk, dressed as a monk, simply uttered "Amitabha," joined his palms, and remained silent.
His name was Wang Sulong!
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Cui Yongyuan from the Flying Eagle tribe also spoke with evident displeasure, "You old fellow, instead of thinking about how to find treasures and dig up tombs, you have the leisure to give us nicknames. You're quite amusing."
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