124: Target: Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain! Who's teaching me how to do things?

In the early morning, a gentle breeze brushed past.

Gu Yang stood quietly atop a lush green ridge, overlooking the rolling Cuiping Mountain Range below, which resembled a slumbering Dragon.

By now, he had shed his heavily damaged old robes and changed into a set of black tight-fitting martial attire he had swiped from the Green Wood Sect's secret treasury.

This clothing, woven from rare "Ink Cloud Silkworm Silk," was not only impervious to water and fire but also possessed extreme elasticity and toughness.

For a Body Cultivator like Gu Yang, whose blood Qi often erupted and muscles instantly expanded several times over, ordinary dharma robes would burst into fly ash under such terrifying tension. However, this martial attire clung tightly to the contours of his muscles like a layer of ink-colored scale armor.

Even when his Physical Body entered a combat state, it could expand with the pulsing of the fibers, preventing him from being left naked at every turn in this Spirit Realm where the strong prey on the weak.

Gu Yang casually patted the bulging Storage Pouch at his waist, which contained the spoils of war after he had washed the Green Wood Sect's medicine pavilion in blood.

Mountains of Top-Grade Spirit Stones emitted an alluring luster, thousands of Spiritual Plants and Spirit Medicines of incredible ages released a refreshing fragrance, and there were even two Sky-Splitting Elephant backbones of the Soul Transformation Rank under special Seal.

To an ordinary Cultivator, those were divine materials for Artifact Refining, but in Gu Yang's eyes, they were top-grade ingredients for brewing concentrated bone soup.

"The resources of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces are indeed incomparable to that desolate trash heap known as the Savage Domain."

Gu Yang casually grabbed a Thousand-year-old Spiritual Ginseng as thick as a child's arm from the pouch and stuffed it into his mouth like he was gnawing on a carrot.

With a "crunch," the rich medicinal juice mixed with majestic Spiritual Qi instantly exploded in his mouth.

Although this Rank of energy was but a drop in the bucket for breaking through to a higher Realm, as a "snack" to maintain the daily consumption of the God-Demon Golden Body, the taste was quite refreshing.

At this time, Gu Yang's Realm had already stabilized at the Divine Demon Golden Body Second Turn (Nascent Soul Mid-Stage).

In this plane where the gravity was over a thousand times that of the Lower Realm, the air was as viscous as gelatin, and the Laws of Heaven and Earth were as solid as raw iron.

Here, his movements were no longer like those in the Lower Realm where he could easily teleport thousands of miles; every inch of space crossed required even greater muscular explosive power to tear through the resistance.

This resulted in every step he took carrying a sense of terrifying violence sufficient to shatter ordinary ground.

"Let's go. To Myriad Beast Mountain to see what that 'Longevity Soup' tastes like."

Following the route obtained from a soul search, Gu Yang's figure suddenly flickered, and he instantly transformed into a streak of dark-gold light, trailing a deafening sonic boom cloud amidst these mountains of staggering gravity as he shot toward the distance.

Half a day later, an official road wide enough to accommodate dozens of beast carriages side-by-side appeared in his sight.

This was a transportation hub leading to Myriad Beast Mountain.

With the once-in-a-century "Blood Pool Ceremony" approaching, the official road appeared exceptionally busy and noisy.

In the sky, various luxurious flying ships engraved with complex runes breathed out glowing mist as they shuttled through the thick clouds.

On the ground, domesticated Advanced Yao Beasts pulled massive metal carriages, leaving deep ruts upon the earth.

Here, Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators were no longer rare titans but elites that could be seen everywhere.

Occasionally, one could even sense an unfathomable Void Refining stage aura, capable of causing the Void Realm to fluctuate, passing overhead.

To avoid drawing attention, Gu Yang deliberately restrained his boiling blood Qi, which was like a furnace, locking it tightly beneath his dense skin.

Currently, he looked like an ordinary Body Cultivator bodyguard, standing just over two meters tall with an exceptionally burly physique.

Although the status of a Body Cultivator in the center of the Spirit Realm was generally lower than that of the high-and-mighty Spell Cultivators, no one would easily provoke a boorish man who looked immensely strong and radiated a dangerous aura.

"Make way! Make way! The Holy Land 'Beast Taming Pavilion' is on official business! Unrelated personnel, step aside!"

A series of urgent and piercing shouts, carrying a Divine Sense impact, came rolling from behind.

Gu Yang turned his head slightly to see the official road behind filled with dust. A Sky-Splitting Elephant, ten zhang tall and covered in dark-green thick armor, was charging through the crowd with heavy, thunderous steps.

The giant elephant's tusks were like two golden scimitars, and it carried a magnificent mobile palace made of white jade on its back. The palace was surrounded by Beast Taming Pavilion Disciples dressed in luxurious Daoist robes with arrogant expressions.

Every step the giant elephant took caused the earth to tremble violently.

Along the way, Loose Cultivators who didn't have time to dodge were knocked over by the gust of wind, and some unfortunate ones who fell were directly crushed into a pool of lifeless meat paste by the elephant's millstone-sized giant feet.

Gu Yang stood firmly in the middle of the official road, with no intention of moving.

He was currently busy swallowing the last bit of spiritual ginseng residue that carried the fresh scent of earth.

"Hey! You big fellow! Are you deaf, or have you been driven stupid by the gravity?"

On the palace platform atop the giant elephant, an Early Nascent Soul Stage young Disciple noticed Gu Yang with a cold gaze, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes from being disturbed.

He raised the beast-taming whip in his hand. Infused with mana, the whip lashed out violently, slicing through the air and trailing a dark-green lightning arc as it whipped fiercely toward Gu Yang's face.

"The elephants of the Beast Taming Pavilion never take detours in Qingzhou. Get into the ditch for this young master!"

The tip of the whip carried a sharp whistle that tore through the air, arriving at the center of Gu Yang's brows in the blink of an eye.

*Snap!*

The expected lacerated flesh and screams did not occur.

Gu Yang casually raised his hand, his five fingers clutching like steel hooks. The whip, infused with the poisonous mana of the Nascent Soul Stage, was actually caught in his palm as effortlessly as grabbing a piece of straw.

No matter how much the Disciple's face flushed red as he frantically surged his internal essence, the whip remained motionless, as if that dark-gold palm were an unshakeable divine mountain.

"Your whip is of rather poor quality; it's too soft even for scratching an itch when it hits the body."

Gu Yang slowly lifted his head, revealing a set of forest-white teeth glinting coldly in the sunlight.

His eyes showed no anger from being insulted, only the calmness and greed of a predator examining "Advanced ingredients."

"Also, this elephant... it has a good size. Its meat looks thick; I bet it's quite chewy."

"What did you say?! You're looking for death!" The young Disciple froze for a moment before trembling with rage.

Before he could react, Gu Yang's right hand gave a violent tug.

A terrifying, indescribable savage force transmitted frantically along the whip.

The young Disciple's cry of alarm was stuck in his throat as he was yanked directly off the palace platform by the force, his limbs flailing wildly in the air.

At the same time, Gu Yang stomped his foot, and the hard foundation instantly crumbled.

His body lunged forward, and he became like a dark-gold heavy missile, slamming fiercely into the mountain-like Sky-Splitting Elephant.

"Extreme Dao — Brutal Shoulder Charge!"

Gu Yang didn't use any fancy Moves, nor did he even lift his star shattering hammer.

He simply lowered his shoulder, stepped forward, and exerted force, every inch of muscle in his body reaching an ultimate resonance in an instant.

*BOOM—!*

A thunderous roar exploded, loud enough to drown out all surrounding noise and plunge the entire official road into a dead silence.

Under the horrified gazes of countless surrounding Cultivators, whose eyes were nearly popping out, the Sky-Splitting Elephant—weighing a million jin, clad in heavy armor, and possessing Early Spirit Transformation Stage defenses—was actually struck by that tiny human's shoulder. Its massive body defied physical common sense, soaring into the air and flying dozens of meters sideways.

The giant elephant let out a shrill, bone-chilling wail, as the continuous crackling of its bones shattering echoed through the air.

The massive elephant carcass smashed heavily through the primeval forest beside the official road, and the white jade palace on its back disintegrated instantly.

The arrogant Beast Taming Pavilion Disciples were tossed around like discarded sandbags, landing in a pathetic state.

Gu Yang stood firmly in place. Because he had been so fast, he had even stepped out two steaming scorch marks beneath his feet.

He walked slowly to the giant elephant twitching in the crater, blood gushing from its mouth and nose. Looking at the elephant leg as thick as a divine tree, he gestured with satisfaction.

"Top-tier game of this tonnage is indeed rare in the Savage Domain. It should make a good pot of soup."

He glanced back at the Beast Taming Pavilion Disciples struggling to get up, their eyes filled with resentment and fear, a cruel and wild arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Since you like teaching me how to do things so much, then this extra meal will be on the Beast Taming Pavilion's tab."

Gu Yang lifted the five-hundred-thousand-jin black star shattering hammer on his back with one hand, dark-gold patterns slithering like snakes over his thick arm.

"If you want to live, get lost now. If you want the elephant... then get in the pot and accompany it."