When Shi Dixuan shifted his body, Yang Mu had just lowered his head to check, but Shi Dixuan jumped directly from his hand.
Yang Mu saw a flash of white light, and Shi Dixuan returned to his human form. Unlike his previous adult version, he now looked like a youthful teenager.
However, Yang Mu couldn’t sense any cultivation from him. How did he transform into a human when his cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage? Moreover, Yang Mu just remembered something.
In the beast clan, they can only transform into human form during the Transformation Period, which is equivalent to the human Nascent Soul stage, while Shi Dixuan’s current cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Although curious, Yang Mu didn’t want to ask.
The secrets of the beast clan are beyond human imagination, and their heritage is rich. In his past life, humans were too overconfident in their ability to control them, which led to Shi Dixuan’s rapid growth.
After some thought, Yang Mu decided to maintain his noble and aloof image and said, “If you still want to get first place, follow me.” He lifted his foot and walked ahead.
Although he didn’t know how Shi Dixuan had transformed into a human with depleted energy, it was a good thing for Yang Mu.
Shi Dixuan didn’t want to enter the beast control bag, and carrying a beastman in his hand would attract too much attention. If Shi Dixuan transformed into human form, it would save them from the prying eyes of humans who coveted the beast clan.
Yang Mu knew in his past life that Shi Dixuan was a beastman, so when Shi Dixuan revealed his true form in front of him in this life, Yang Mu acted as if nothing was amiss. His indifferent demeanor left Shi Dixuan intrigued.
While the entire continent treasured the essence of the beastmen, did Yang Mu truly not care? Shi Dixuan followed Yang Mu, his eyes slightly squinted.
With a powerless Shi Dixuan in tow, Yang Mu’s progress slowed. However, along the way, they encountered a few unlucky individuals. Yang Mu, although somewhat apologetic, didn’t hesitate to snatch the jade plaques or jade tokens from them in his pursuit of first place. However, he refrained from taking their lives.
In these sect competitions, skirmishes were common, and Yang Mu’s method of grabbing jade plaques without killing earned him a mix of surprise and gratitude from those whose plaques he took. After all, Yang Mu could have easily ended their lives.
Shi Dixuan continued to silently observe all of this.
As they proceeded, they also faced some short-sighted Golden Core Stage elders, accompanied by their newly-found disciples, who attempted to steal Yang Mu and Shi Dixuan’s jade plaques.
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Given the multitude of participants in the sect competition, it remained to be seen whether these sixteen plaques would secure them first place. Yang Mu entrusted Shi Dixuan with the plaques, and they found a tree to rest on for a moment, while also setting a trap.
Perhaps Yang Mu’s luck has been exceptional lately. When they had rested, a figure approached, seemingly an elder from some sect. As the person drew nearer, Yang Mu noticed that their cultivation was not much different from his own – both were at the mid-level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Yang Mu’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he had finally found a suitable sparring partner.
Holding his breath and crouching on a large tree branch, Yang Mu patiently awaited the right moment to strike. When the person had already passed the tree and was about to continue walking, Yang Mu leaped down suddenly, reaching out to attack their back.
The person had a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivation and quickly reacted even though it was a surprise attack, dodging Yang Mu’s strike.
He looked at the person who had attacked him – a face as calm as water, with slightly narrowed phoenix-like eyes, and reasonably good looks.
“I was worrying about where to find the elders or disciples to snatch jade plaques from their hands, but I didn’t expect you to appear in front of me willingly,” the man observed Yang Mu’s clothing for a moment and continued, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be an elder from a sect.”
Previously, Yang Mu had worn Yuan Sect’s clothing, which was now in tatters, but he had changed into his own attire. Even in regular clothes, the man could deduce Yang Mu’s identity as a sect elder.
The man went on, “You must have many jade plaques on you. If you hand them over to me now, I might spare your life. If you don’t cooperate, don’t blame me for taking action.”
Both were of the same level, and Yang Mu wondered where the man got the courage to say such things.
Without much ado, it was time to show his true abilities.
Yang Mu initiated an attack directly.
He started with punches, palm strikes, and kicks, and eventually revealed his weapons.
At the beginning, Yang Mu was at a disadvantage. But as the fight went on, he grasped some tactics and gradually reached a stalemate with his opponent.
Perhaps it was Yang Mu’s high level of comprehension or maybe the innate talents of his current body were genuinely good. Just when both sides seemed evenly matched and locked in a standoff, Yang Mu suddenly unleashed his hidden potential.
He began by wielding his weapon heavily, rapidly striking the person. After the person dodged, Yang Mu kicked him in the abdomen.
Caught off guard, the man fell to the ground. Yang Mu took the opportunity to leap over and aimed his weapon at the man’s throat, saying coldly, “Give me the jade plaques.”
The man seemed reluctant, gritting his teeth. He retrieved five or six jade plaques from his storage ring and handed them to Yang Mu.
Satisfied with the jade plaques he had received, Yang Mu put away his weapon and prepared to leave.
Just as he was turning around, a deep voice suddenly came from the tree, “Be careful.”
A strong gust of wind attacked from behind, and Yang Mu narrowly avoided the man’s attack.
He frowned at the man’s sinister expression. He hadn’t initially intended to kill the man, but now it seemed the man was hell-bent on taking his life.
Although Yang Mu wasn’t particularly eager to shed blood, he couldn’t blame himself if this person dared to ambush him.
With a touch of ruthlessness in his heart, Yang Mu became particularly fierce in his attacks. The man, who had initially been able to barely hold off Yang Mu’s attacks, was now forced to retreat continuously, unable to mount a counterattack.
In the end, Yang Mu thrust his weapon into the man’s heart and then withdrew it. The runes inscribed on the weapon caused all the blood that had splattered on it to flow onto the ground.
The man stared with wide eyes and collapsed.
Yang Mu put away his weapon, feeling somewhat uneasy, and leaped back onto the tree.
Throughout three lifetimes, Yang Mu had hardly ever killed anyone. In his previous life, his low strength and Shi Dixuan’s protection allowed him to live a long period of peaceful days.
In this life, he had never taken a life either.
However, having spent many years on this continent where might makes right, he had grown accustomed to its rules. While he might have initially found killing uncomfortable, he had come to accept it as a part of this world.
After all, Yang Mu had initially wanted to spare the man, but the man had been persistent in attempting to ambush him. For such a person, there was no need to show any mercy.
As Yang Mu considered this, he came to a realization. Hesitating or being lenient on this continent could easily lead to someone plotting your death one day. He decided that in this life, he would change his habit of going with the flow and being too soft-hearted.
Removing the storage ring from the man’s hand, Yang Mu made a casual hand gesture and set the man’s body on fire.
Rummaging through the man’s storage ring, apart from the five jade plaques he had given to Yang Mu earlier, there were five more jade plaques lying quietly inside.
This added up to a total of twenty-six jade plaques between Yang Mu and Shi Dixuan.
Yang Mu tossed these jade plaques into Shi Dixuan’s arms, and then he suddenly remembered the low voice that had come from the tree earlier. After a moment of hesitation, he thanked Shi Dixuan.
However, Shi Dixuan remained silent.
Yang Mu didn’t mind and rested for a while before continuing their journey. The time for the sect competition was nearing its end, and they needed to acquire more jade plaques to ensure they could secure first place.
As the time to leave drew closer, Shi Dixuan became increasingly cautious. He couldn’t guarantee that Yang Mu wouldn’t reveal his identity, or that Yang Mu wouldn’t try to claim him as his own.
However, if Yang Mu did either of these things, Shi Dixuan vowed that he would make sure Yang Mu repaid him for those actions.
He would settle every debt between humans and the beastmen.
Everyone who had enjoyed the essence of the beastmen must die!
Thank you for the chapter!!
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Well thankfully this Yang Mu has never had any!!