Chapter 73: The Daoist of Heavenly Harmony Is Here!

Chapter 73: The Daoist Tianyi Arrives!

A silver-white serpent lay hidden beneath the water, its camouflage impossible for the ordinary eye to penetrate. Among the white specks scattered in the stream, none were stones of the riverbed; they were the bones of those whose greed had led them to their doom.

This snake, unlike the mindless beasts of the wild, possessed cunning and guile—it knew how to lure its prey. It suppressed its aura, lurking beneath the surface, waiting patiently for its next victim while guarding the immortal herb.

Such slyness hinted at the creature being one of the legendary demon beasts. In this world, with its abundant spiritual energy, it was not unusual for beasts to awaken and become monsters.

Luo Feng’s mind stirred; he manipulated Luo Tianyi, who in turn guided a common bird outside the valley. The bird fluttered clumsily, feigning the role of an unsuspecting creature wandering into the valley.

The serpent’s glassy eyes observed its surroundings, making no significant movement. It remained submerged, its tail barely stirring, poised to strike at any moment.

“Hmm!” Luo Feng was surprised. Why did the snake not devour the bird, allowing it to trespass its territory?

After a moment’s contemplation, Luo Feng controlled the bird to fly towards the spring, intent on snatching the immortal herb.

A crackling sound, reminiscent of burning, suddenly echoed. The bird was reduced to a puddle of blood.

Around the green stone where the immortal herb grew, a dense web of viscous snake venom was laid—fine and intricate, like a spider’s web, enveloping the herb. Each strand was transparent, resembling the serpent’s own body, and under the sun, served as perfect camouflage.

Having witnessed the bird’s demise, the serpent’s eyes calmed once more.

Luo Feng drew a sharp breath. This world was terrifying; even a demon beast could lay such traps.

“This snake’s strength is unknown, and it is exceedingly treacherous. It must be outwitted, never confronted head-on.”

After some thought, Luo Feng’s mind sparked with a bold idea.

He withdrew, instructing Luo Tianyi to retrieve two puppets and a heap of jars and magical implements from the spatial artifact.

As this was merely an experiment, the puppets carried were not powerful—both were at the lowest tier.

Familiar with the process, Luo Feng quickly disguised them, changing their aura and appearance.

…

Once more, the sun shone brightly on a pleasant day.

The silver serpent cast a greedy glance at the immortal herb not far away, swallowing wistfully. Three more years, and it would finally mature. Then, it would ascend to the rank of a Nascent Soul demon king.

It would take human form, venture into the world of mortals, and bask in wealth and glory.

Suddenly, a fierce wind rose, and the serpent shivered, its glassy eyes fixed upon the sky.

A middle-aged monk soared in, face radiant with joy, pointing at the immortal herb and laughing heartily, “To think that I, Yuan Tong, would stumble upon such fortune! Truly, heaven’s gift!”

He reached out to pluck the herb.

“Senior Brother Yuan Tong, wait! This treasure is destined for me!” A flash of golden light—another young monk arrived, his voice booming as he repelled Yuan Tong.

The blow not only pushed back Yuan Tong but also startled the silver serpent, forcing it to relinquish its attack and retreat once more beneath the water, waiting for the opportune moment.

Yuan Tong sneered, “Junior Brother Zhong Tong, why not claim the entire valley as your fated possession?”

Zhong Tong smiled lightly, “If you say so, Senior Brother, then it must be true.”

“You’re asking for trouble!”

…

With tempers flaring, the two monks began to fight, their battle ranging from the top of the valley to its foot, from the riverbank to the outer forest. One wielded golden light, majestic and fierce; the other, indestructible like a vajra, fought with overwhelming force.

Their clash grew ever more intense.

The serpent’s eyes narrowed, gathering strength, waiting to seize the prize once both monks were exhausted.

As their battle reached its peak, the golden light intensified, and suddenly a strike sent the middle-aged monk into the stream.

The serpent’s heart leapt with joy. Its tail lashed out like a sword, aiming straight for the kill!

Its venom had been cultivated over eight centuries; even a Nascent Soul cultivator, caught off guard, would be left half-dead.

Just as it was about to bite, a golden light struck down, scorching the serpent’s silver skin black.

The monk sprang up, and the two monks stood side by side, identical smiles on their faces, as if mocking the serpent’s foolishness.

How cunning could a beast truly be? It was nothing but a source of amusement.

“You’re putting on an act!” The silver serpent cried out in terror. Since gaining sentience, it had cultivated on this island, its opponents mostly other monsters. In eight hundred years, it had only encountered a handful of reckless, money-hungry cultivators.

It had never seen such a spectacle.

The two monks exchanged glances and paused, surprised—the serpent could speak.

Given this, their plan would need adjustment.

The serpent did not know why the monks withheld their attack, but it understood clearly that if it did not flee now, it would surely die.

Two Core Formation monks against one Core Formation demon general—even skilled in poisons, it was doomed!

It spun around and fled towards the valley.

However precious the immortal herb was, nothing was more precious than life. This much it understood.

Only by surviving could it seek vengeance.

…

The serpent surged downstream, using all its brute strength, when suddenly its body stiffened.

An unfamiliar discomfort flooded its demon form. Subtle yet chaotic toxins, each different from the last, invaded its body.

Normally, the serpent could neutralize such poisons effortlessly, harnessing its demonic energy.

But now, fleeing for its life, it had no energy to spare—only its physique could endure.

If it escaped, these minor toxins would be easily dispelled; if not, what did it matter?

“When did they poison the water?”

The serpent fled frantically, unwillingly recalling—

“It was during the fight!”

It remembered, during the monks’ battle, they touched the water at least ten times.

Each contact, they released poison into the stream!

“Despicable and cunning humans!”

The serpent howled in fury, desperately channeling its demon power to escape!

If it ever had the chance, it would surely seek revenge!

Crash!

It slammed into something—golden light, hard as stone, moving according to mysterious laws.

Its head throbbed in pain.

Looking back, it saw the two monks approaching with sinister smiles.

Clearly, they had prepared for this…

“So this is the legendary formation…”

Despair rose in the serpent’s heart—was this to be its end?

Were the cultivators of the great human sects all so terrifying?

Compared to the monsters of the distant isles, humans were on another level entirely.

It had dreamed of entering the human world, enjoying its splendors and riches.

If all humans were this monstrous, it would end up as snake soup on its very first day.

“Damn it!”

Unable to escape, it resolved to fight to the death. The savage bloodline of demon beasts surged within.

The serpent whipped its tail, shattering the earth, hissing fiercely, ready to battle for its life.

“Stop, you bald monks! All creatures possess spirit—how can you slaughter so easily?”

“I, Daoist Tianyi, cannot bear to watch any longer!”

(End of chapter)