Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Chapter 119 Mandrill Hat

Bai Sandong patted the wooden heart onto a green leather bag at his waist, and the wooden heart disappeared.

He then made a hand seal and pointed, loosening the soil and burying the wooden man's body. This method of burying the body was more exquisite than when Song Chuan had not yet cultivated the "Earth Prison Seed Yuan Technique".

As for who the body belonged to, Bai Sandong didn't say, but it seemed unlikely to be a relative of his and Chai Xiong.

After weeping bitterly, Bai Sanzhu reluctantly put the child's body into a storage bag.

He walked over, glanced at Song Chuan and the others, and said indifferently, "You were a bit out of line just now, and your words were impulsive."

"We understand the grief of losing a child," Cui Wang said softly.

Just as Song Chuan was feeling somewhat wistful, a sudden thought struck him. His divine sense, through the Qianhuang Pearl, connected to the earth's veins and discovered...

The person is right next to you!

What is this? No one in the arena noticed, not even Bai Sandong, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He was terrified, but his face remained impassive.

This thing is completely transparent, as if it has used an extremely clever invisibility technique!

Judging from the aura, it's the Foundation Establishment stage, but it's impossible to discern which minor realm it is.

Upon closer inspection, something was wrong; it wasn't invisibility. He was wearing a hat, and that hat seemed to be the key.

This thing was even taller than the wooden man, half a head taller than himself! Judging from the lines of his body, it must be a muscular creature.

A mandrill? Although he couldn't see its exact appearance, Song Chuan was certain it was this creature.

He remembered that mandrills could make a kind of invisibility hat that could block both the naked eye and divine sense, called the "mandrill hat".

The creature, which resembled a mandrill, was quietly reaching its hand towards Bai Sandong's waist, trying to steal the green bag.

Song Chuan's mind raced, and he suddenly said to Bai Sandong, "Fellow Daoist Bai, is that green leather bag at your waist a storage bag? It's quite peculiar."

Bai Sandong frowned, glanced at Song Chuan, and looked somewhat displeased. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he stuck his sharp nails forward.

"Pfft!"

A sharp sound of a blade piercing through a body rang out, and the fingernail mysteriously disappeared into the air, vanishing more than halfway.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

A few drops of thick, dark red blood suddenly dripped from the fingernail.

"what!"

A scream rang out from the crowd, the sound as sharp and unpleasant as a metal millstone!

Immediately afterwards, everyone dove away, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Because they only see the dripping blood, which confirms there is another person there, but they still cannot see them.

Song Chuan was secretly shocked. The invisibility function of the mandrill hat was so powerful that it had not revealed its true form even when it was injured.

Bai Sandong pulled his arm away and shouted, "It's a mountain demon! This bastard actually tried to steal my storage bag!"

Then, he reached into his pocket, scooped up some green powder, and threw it out.

The powder covered the mandrill's body, and only then did everyone see the mandrill's form.

Its entire body is covered in brownish-brown fur, its arms are longer than its knees, yet it has a human face!

It has a wide mouth, fangs, and a high nose bridge.

Its nose and lips were a strange scarlet red, while its cheeks were pale blue. It had a short, thick tail behind its rear end.

This thing looked at Song Chuan and the others as if it were always smiling, which was extremely creepy.

"It really is a mandrill," Cui Wang said, frowning.

The mountain demon's chest was pierced by Bai Sandong's sharp claws, severely damaging its vital energy. However, it suddenly increased its aura slightly and turned to flee.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to adjust his hat.

Bai Sandong and the other two woodworkers were furious. The three of them instantly made a hand seal, and the surrounding trees shook and shifted positions, blocking the mountain demon.

The mandrill swung its fists, felling trees one after another, and uttered in a human voice, "Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing this, Song Chuan was somewhat surprised. Zhuo Juntao also looked shocked.

This mountain demon is at the Foundation Establishment stage, which is considered second-tier according to the classification of demonic beasts. How can it speak? Could it have refined its transverse bone?

"The mountain demon is actually a spirit, not strictly speaking a monster," Cui Wang explained, glancing at Song Chuan and Zhuo Juntao.

"So that's how it is, spirit!" Song Chuan suddenly realized.

The term "spirit" is actually an ancient classification; humans collectively refer to any race that is naturally humanoid as a spirit. Ancient extraordinary beings like the female demon were, for a time, classified as spirits by humans.

However, the ancient strange people were distinguished from humans because they were too similar to humans in both spirit and body.

Most spirits are actually very similar to monsters, and many people can't tell them apart, so later generations simply referred to them all as monsters.

Legend has it that in Wisteria Valley there exists a type of flower spirit that can speak human language, but it is only the size of a thumb and has wings. It can manage the spirit garden. This type of flower spirit is extremely rare, and it seems that there are only a few in Wisteria Valley.

However, not all spirits can speak human language; some can learn it, while others cannot.

Song Chuan watched as the three wooden figures surrounded the mountain demon, his eyes gleaming. With Bai Sandong, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, a three-on-one fight was definitely not a problem.

Their wood-based magic was truly powerful.

The surrounding trees seemed to be their magical implements, which they could control with ease. The mountain demon charged left and right, but could not break through.

Suddenly, Bai Sandong made a hand seal and pointed a finger. His green fur fluttered, and the texture of trees was faintly visible on the skin beneath the fur.

His body went limp, turned into a puddle of green water, and disappeared.

Hidden in the wood and stone!

Song Chuan raised an eyebrow and stared intently. This was the origin of the Wood Release Talisman! He had finally put an end to a knot in his heart. His great-aunt had passed away, and he hadn't seen her one last time. He was determined to find out the origin of the Wood Release Talisman she had given him!

On a tree next to the mandrill, an arm quietly stretched out, holding an axe, and chopped down on its head.

The unsuspecting mandrill was cleaved in two by a single axe blow.

With a flash of green light, Bai Sandong returned to his original position. He looked at the mandrill's corpse, spread his five fingers, extended his fingernails, and grabbed the mandrill's hat and a leather bag from his waist.

The mandrill hat, made of some unknown material, was bright red all over, with a pointed top and twisted runes carved on it, making it look both eerie and comical.

This item is quite different from the magical artifacts of the human race, but in terms of concealment, Song Chuan doesn't know of any magical artifact that can compare to it!

Bai Sandong put away the mandrill's storage bag and hat, looked Song Chuan up and down, and said politely, "Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Song!"

"Fellow Daoist Bai, you misunderstand. I was just asking if you had a storage pouch on your waist," Song Chuan said with a smile.

"Hehe. Let's go. There have been so many unexpected events today. I'll take you to trade for spirit plant seeds as a small token of my gratitude!"

Bai Sandong said, and then summoned a black tree bark artifact. The bark grew to five or six zhang long, and he leaped onto it first.

Bai Sanzhu and Chai Xiong then stepped onto the magical artifact, followed by Song Chuan and the other three.

With a flash of black light, the magical artifact shot towards the Emerald Mist Mountain Range.

At this moment, Cui Wang and Zhuo Juntao were thinking the same thing: was it Song Chuan who discovered the mandrill in advance?

How could someone who has only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage possess such abilities?

Dai Lingjun clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, head bowed and silent.

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