The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

The Arhat with prostrate head knew that he had probably offended a powerful figure in the demon race.

He quickly bowed, not daring to cause any more trouble for the black cat.

Sanming kept running and running, frantically adjusting his route, but he didn't realize that his direction of travel had changed.

A figure stood in the sunlight, sweeping away all obstacles.

Lu Ya Daoist's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he coldly swept his gaze over the prostrate Arhat.

"Ha, he managed to save three lives in a row. He's even more cunning than me."

If it weren't for the need to conceal his identity, and with the great Arhats of the heavens watching him intently, He would have burned this Arhat to ashes long ago.

Unfortunately, the massacre of the demon race is now a foregone conclusion, and He himself cannot show himself. It remains to be seen whether the Seventh Prince can outdo him and turn the tide.

Sanming kept running towards the sea, avoiding any humans he saw in the distance.

To avoid the town, he had to hide himself in the mountains, and he was terrified.

He only has one life left; if he is caught, he could die at any moment.

He would hide during the day and flee frantically at night.

They were almost at the beach when Sanming, who had just hidden himself, overheard a conversation.

"Where exactly are the immortals on this mountain?"

"Didn't Boss Chen Geng say that as long as you calm down and meditate, you can find the mountain gate? I've been meditating for several years now."

"Damn it, if I can't find one, I'll just become an official in the imperial court. Opportunities are everywhere these days, and I can keep dozens of concubines...hehe..."

"Come on, the First Emperor practiced monogamy, and concubines were abolished under the influence of Liu Sanye, unless you don't go to Qin."

Sanming overheard their words and was shocked to discover that there were immortals in this place.

He wanted to escape from there, but then he heard the discussion.

"Those unlucky demon cultivators who had a grudge against us last time all got in, I refuse to believe we can't get in!"

Can demon cultivators also enter?

Sanming's heart stirred. He had heard of the reputation of the patriarch of Fangcun Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou and guessed that he must be an extraordinary figure. So, with a try-it-out attitude, he closed his eyes and tried to enter a meditative state.

In a daze, he saw a mirror-like lake and instantly felt that the spiritual energy around him was different.

The world was filled with the most abundant spiritual energy, more than a hundred times richer than that of Xiniu Hezhou!

Not only that, he also felt incredibly peaceful, as if all the panic he had felt during his escape had been swept away, leaving him with clear and bright wisdom.

To possess such a place of practice, one must truly possess great abilities!

Sanming did not slack off. He climbed the steps with a try-it-out attitude and finally learned that the owner of this place was named Bodhi Patriarch.

Only true disciples can receive teachings from the patriarch; his demonic identity meant he could only serve as a menial disciple, responsible for things like hygiene and food within the Three Star Cave.

This system is said to have only recently come into being; there weren't this many people in Sanxingdong before.

  

Sanming's life was not easy. Because there were many people, he joined the family late and had to wash a lot of clothes, clean, cook, and even empty the sewage every day.

It wasn't just him doing it; other humans were doing it too. The number of demons here was too small, so for safety, he had to endure it and dared not reveal his cultivation level.

Sanming was unaware that he had already been seen through by Bodhi Patriarch. How could He not know?

He was simply dreaming that if one day he were accepted as a formal disciple, he would never have to fear being suddenly killed again.

That day, Sanming received an order from the kitchen to go to the back mountain to pick peaches.

The peaches on the back hill will rot on the ground if they are not eaten soon, so from now on he will be responsible for picking the freshest peaches every day and distributing them to everyone as food.

"Hurry up and don't feel wronged. This is how it is for menial disciples. There are many menial disciples like you among us humans."

"If you work harder, the patriarch will accept you and you'll rise to great heights."

The disciple walked ahead: "I'll take you around first. There's one place you can't go anywhere else, but you can do whatever you want with the rest."

He led the three men to the back mountain and pointed to a peach orchard with the largest peaches, saying, "Don't go near there, or I won't be able to save you."

Sanming nodded repeatedly, and he began to carefully pick the peaches.

There are already over a thousand people inside the Three Star Cave, and the peach grove on the back mountain is not enough to accommodate them.

By the third day, all the peaches were gone, except for the largest peach orchard.

Sanming discovered that the peaches there would fall off by themselves and grow back the next day, very quickly, unlike other peaches.

He mustered his courage, cautiously approached, and picked one.

Nothing happened.

Moreover, the peaches sprouted the very next day, and no one noticed.

He ate one himself and felt his cultivation level increase significantly, equivalent to at least a hundred years of cultivation!

Good heavens, what kind of peaches are these? Is no one guarding them?

This was a real treasure. He was uneasy after eating it, but in the end, he found that no one blamed him.

Perhaps it was the tacit approval of the patriarch.

Sanming then boldly ate the second, the third, and the fourth...

The closer you get to the inside, the tastier the peaches are, and the easier it is to hide yourself from being discovered. There's even a trace of innate spiritual energy inside. Sanming couldn't help but walk further in.

Until he saw a figure wearing an imperial robe, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The figure was expressionless, exuding an imposing aura without anger, which frightened the three men so much that they hurriedly fled.

As soon as he left, Chen Geng opened his eyes, and the two just missed each other.

Inside the Three Star Cave, Patriarch Bodhi put down his whisk. He had just missed the time between Chen Geng and Sanming.

"Master, why didn't you just refuse Sanming's request to enter the mountain?"

Sun Wukong, who was guarding Bodhi Patriarch's side, happened to witness this scene and asked curiously, "Won't this just let that guy discover us?"

He was so intelligent that he had already learned a lot of information through his surroundings.

The Bodhi Patriarch shook his head: "I pity that child, so why can't I pity this child?"

His eyes were gentle: "The beings of the Three Realms are already suffering, and these are turbulent times. All who enter my mountain are destined to be here, and I will treat them all equally."

He instructed Sun Wukong: "You must also treat everyone equally. In the future, you must not use my skills to bully the weak, otherwise I will definitely punish you."

"I understand, I understand."

Sun Wukong chuckled, "Master, what if they still run into each other in the end?"

The patriarch gently shook his head, offering no reply.

After returning home, Sanming couldn't resist stealing peaches again. He didn't know why, but although he was panicked at first, he later found that he was not afraid of the person sitting cross-legged.

It felt strange; once, twice, three times, the other party didn't cause him any trouble.

But there are always unexpected times.

Chen Geng was comprehending the divine power of creation, which is why the peaches kept ripening because of him.

He himself is a primordial being, with the body of a golden crow, and the places he is in have endless wondrous uses.

Tang Sanzang's white dragon horse said: "When I urinate in the water, the fish that eat it become dragons; when I urinate on the grass over the mountain, it tastes like lingzhi mushrooms, which the immortal servants pick for longevity."

Moreover, it was Chen Geng who asked the people in the group to come and get it themselves.

But today, Chen Geng discovered a little cat demon stealing peaches.

He didn't take it to heart and was about to let him leave when he suddenly smelled incense.

Although the scent of incense emanating from the little cat demon was common, it was not simple, because a wisp of it was drifting towards him, making the faint prayers instantly clearer.

The wisp of incense burned larger and larger in front of Chen Geng. His pupils peered into the incense, and through careful observation, he saw scenes from the Four Leaf Mountain.

"Click!"

A peach tree suddenly burst open, and Sanming trembled with fear. He knew he had been discovered and the person in front of him was definitely angry.

"Senior, please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

Three lives were spent crying and begging for mercy, and almost habitually, they knelt down.

Such is the fate of the demon race; their life and death are not in their own hands, and no one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

"When did my demon race's knees become so weak?"

Chen Geng stood up, his voice low.