All the heavens begin with the mind-monkey.

Have you heard?

"You heard that too?"

"Yes, a very powerful monkey has appeared in Black Wind Mountain these past few days. It's unlike any other monkey we've seen before. I heard it's already killed dozens of our patrol brothers!"

"Do you think this is really that mysterious?"

"What monkey? Is it really that powerful?"

"Anyway, we're all going on patrol now, so be careful!"

"Hey, now that you mention it, I'm too scared to go on patrol. How about we just run away?"

"Where can we escape to? In this world, besides Black Wind Mountain, where can we find peace?"

The two wolf demons talked as they crossed a stream, their figures disappearing into the distance.

Just then, a mournful cry of crows came from the sky. The two wolf demons looked up and saw many crows cawing as they flew further and further away.

A strange wind swept through the mountains. The two exchanged a glance, lowered their voices, and even slowed their pace.

Fortunately, the two walked quite a distance without getting into any trouble. Only after their figures disappeared did a person emerge from the woods.

This man was tall and broad-shouldered, but unlike the guards who were all muscle, he was well-proportioned and dressed in a dark robe, but he did not appear compassionate. The wolf head on his head made him look even more ferocious.

"The monkey..." Guangzhi said softly, "Perhaps I'm overthinking it. Over the years, countless monkeys have come, but none of them have even a fraction of his former skills."

Guangzhi shook his head. In fact, let alone a single point, he couldn't even find a monkey that looked like that one from before.

He picked up the weapon behind him, which looked rather strange: it was a stick in the middle with blades at both ends, resembling neither a knife nor a spear nor a stick, like a hybrid of the three.

The stick was jet black, while the blade had a hint of crimson.

Guangzhi carried Chichao and walked slowly along the mountain path. He was the leader of the Knife Wolf Instructor and had a place in Black Wind Mountain.

Although he spends his days studying Buddhism, practicing martial arts, searching for treasures and spiritual essences to forge his Crimson Tide weapons, he still spends most of his time gathering mountain demons and training their skills.

At this moment, he had just finished training and was preparing to return to his temple for further practice.

Suddenly, when Guangzhi reached his own little temple, he stopped and looked up.

This place might not even qualify as a temple; it was just a small hut with a stone path outside that hadn't been maintained for years, much like when he left.

However, after watching for a while, Guangzhi suddenly untied the rope behind his back and held Chichao in his hand.

He twirled the weapon in his hand, and flames instantly erupted from the blades at both ends of the staff. The intense heat could be felt from a distance, but Guangzhi held the weapon in his hand and did not feel it was too hot or burning. Perhaps the heat of this crimson tide was nothing compared to the scorching fire wave of the past.

Guangzhi turned his head and shouted loudly, "Who goes there? Show yourself at once!"

As he spoke, he grasped the red tide and walked step by step toward the temple in the center.

However, after looking outside the temple for a long time without seeing any movement inside, he turned to look at an ancient bell on the side.

As he pondered, just as he was about to approach, he suddenly noticed a mottled shadow on the ground out of the corner of his eye. He instantly looked up, and the crimson tide shot into the sky.

At that moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky. Before it even reached the ground, a long stick pierced down first, and Guangzhi had no choice but to dodge it.

With a "thud," the long stick pierced straight into the ground, and a figure landed on it.

Only then did Guangzhi see the figure clearly: short and thin, wearing a long coat.

Zhe Xingsun landed on the ground, grasped the long stick, and gently pulled it out of the ground. He then swung the stick around, making a clear ringing sound, shaking off the dirt that was stuck to it.

Upon seeing this, Guangzhi said, "So the monkey they were talking about must be you, benefactor?"

Zhe Xingsun squinted and stared at the weapon in Guangzhi's hand, Chichao.

Even from this distance, Zhe Xingsun could feel the intense heat emanating from the weapon, as well as the spiritual energy flowing within it. This spiritual energy was likely far greater than that contained in all the weapons, armor, and cloaks he had previously seized from those little wolf demons.

When Guangzhi was refining this Crimson Tide, he must have acquired an immense amount of spiritual energy, probably quite a lot.

Zhe Xingsun said, "It seems you are also a wolf demon who practices Buddhism and martial arts. In that case, I would like to ask you for something."

Guangzhi asked, "What does the benefactor desire?"

Zhe Xingsun said, "I don't need anything else, I just lack a suitable weapon. I think the weapon you have is quite usable. Why don't you give it to me? What do you think?"

Guangzhi remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

Just as Zhe Xingsun thought he was about to make a move, Guangzhi suddenly picked up Chichao with both hands, handed it out, and said, "If you want it, benefactor, why don't you come and get it yourself?"

Seeing this, Zhe Xingsun was not afraid and walked straight over.

He stood in front of Guangzhi and reached out to touch the Crimson Tide, but in an instant, Guangzhi suddenly flicked his wrist and thrust the Crimson Tide weapon at Zhe Xingsun.

However, Zhe Xingsun had unlocked the gene lock long ago. Before Guangzhi could even make a move, he had already tensed his muscles and ducked to avoid Guangzhi's surprise attack.

Then, he stretched out his leg, gripped the ground with his toes, and kicked hard, sending a large amount of broken bricks and dirt hurtling towards Guangzhi's face.

Guangzhi quickly reached out and used his robe to cover the mud, then thrust the Red Tide sword forward, but touched nothing.

He opened his eyes and saw that Zhe Xingsun had jumped back to his original spot, raised his long stick again, and smashed it down on him.

To onlookers, this blow seemed quite ordinary, but to Guangzhi, who was under the blow, it felt as if the three mountains and five peaks were about to collapse.

He let out a low roar, picked up the Red Tide Staff, and actually thrust it at Zhe Xingsun face to face, completely disregarding the momentum of the blow, as if he wanted to perish together with Zhe Xingsun.

Despite Guangzhi's desperate counterattack, Zhe Xingsun remained completely calm.

But then he paused, and the heavy force of his staff suddenly became light, and he stood still in place.

Guangzhi's desperate strike, Chichao's sudden burst of power, had not yet reached Zhexingsun when he was exhausted.

Then, Zhe Xingsun reached out and grabbed Chichao. With a skill that allowed him to catch a blade with his bare hands, he took advantage of the moment when Guangzhi's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, and snatched Chichao away in an instant.

"Ah!" Seeing that Chichao had been taken away, Guangzhi roared and tried to rush forward, but Zhe Xingsun swept his hand across and smashed Guangzhi with his original stick, sending the Dao Lang instructor flying seven or eight zhang away in an instant.

He landed heavily on the bronze bell placed to the side, the bell ringing loudly, as if the entire Black Wind Mountain was shaking.

Zhe Xingsun then tossed aside the stick in his hand, carefully examined Guangzhi's Red Tide weapon, and gently stroked it.

The blades on both sides of the Crimson Tide were crimson red. Even though they were no longer in Guangzhi's hands and the blades were already cold, their sharpness was not diminished in the slightest.

Zhe Xingsun examined the weapon for a while, then laughed loudly, "What a fine weapon! What a fine weapon!"

He turned to leave, and as for Guangzhi, he didn't need to pay him any attention; not everyone could withstand the blow he had delivered.

Guangzhi's strength and speed were greater and faster than the guards he had seen before, and he also knew a rare set of staff techniques. However, he was still nothing in front of Zhe Xingsun, who had unlocked the third-order gene lock. Every move he made was within Zhe Xingsun's calculations.

At that moment, a weak voice came from beneath the bronze bell: "It's you...it's you! You are the chosen one the King spoke of!"

Upon hearing this, Zhe Xingsun was somewhat surprised. He turned around and walked back, saying, "Why do you think I'm the chosen one?"

Guangzhi said, "You don't look like that man. He is tall, and you are thin; he is long, and you are short; his fur is shiny, and your fur is dark. If you put the two of you together, you are almost identical, but there is one thing that remains unchanged."

Zhe Xingsun asked, "What remains unchanged?"

Guangzhi responded, "Your impressions haven't changed..."

"Cough cough cough..." Guangzhi said, then suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, along with many fragments of internal organs.

A moment later, Guangzhi lowered his head, fell to the ground, and remained silent.