Snow Mountain.

The snow on Bai Mei Mountain never melts throughout the year.

Ever since Old Demon Duan wreaked havoc here, the mountain, already rumored to be haunted, has been said to echo with ghostly wails every night.

It's said that after Guo Heavenly King and the Jade Maiden Leader of the Jade Sword Sect died, their vengeful spirits lingered, roaming the mountain in blood-stained clothes, killing people.

Another tale tells of Old Demon Duan's lingering demonic aura, causing anyone who mistakenly enters the area to fall or even give birth, which has driven up the price of Snow Ginseng in Gannan Town.

The primary ginseng men are mostly men, and they dare not enter the mountain to forage, leading to naturally higher prices.

It was twilight, the moment before night fully descended, a time rumored to be most prone to hauntings, yet a shadow appeared in the once silent Snow Forest.

The figure moved swiftly across the snow, almost as if darting through.

If you look closely, you would notice two blade-like objects beneath his shoes.

During this process, True Qi continually surged from the soles of his shoes, forming a stream of air, enabling him to dash rapidly through the Snow Forest like a specter.

It was a man.

At first glance, he might appear to be a doctor, or perhaps a skilled tailor, yet he donned a tight-fitting Daoist robe.

The robed man slid along into the crevice in the mountain.

The very crevice where Duan Yun killed Hua Wu and his daughter.

Though days had passed, the crevice still reeked of the scent of Hua Wu's Heartbreak Arrows.

But Hua Wu and the Witch were long gone, leaving only piles of flesh ash mixed with snow and charred bones.

The robed man stood before the shattered bones, absentmindedly rubbing his hair, only to have his scalp and hair fall off.

"I'm still too late," he said.

Brushing the snow from his hair, the robed man suddenly had a needle and thread in his hand.

In the next moment, his fingers danced, seamlessly sewing the scalp and hair back onto his head.

At this moment, he exuded the air of a tailor, but those in the know would recognize it as the needlework technique of the Jiangzhong Sect.

"After teaching you for so long, how could you be so careless," the robed man lamented after sewing his scalp.

"Your master hasn't refined you into a superior golden pill, yet you left on your own; truly unfortunate," he continued with a hint of regret.

When he spoke of "Alchemy," his whole demeanor shifted from a tailor to a more profound Taoist.

In the Martial World, monks and Taoists were considered untouchable.

After all, some demon monks had techniques more formidable than any Demon, yet Taoists were generally seen as more untouchable.

It was widely believed that Taoists were inherently eccentric.

Seeking the Tao wholeheartedly, they were willing to commit any insane acts.

There's a saying that Taoists have many sects, each with its own Dao, and anyone who obstructs them faces death.

Moreover, among Taoists, particularly among skilled Taoists, there's often a contest for supremacy, and when two Dao sect masters meet, usually one must perish.

In such an extremely ruthless environment, how could Taoists be anything but formidable?

This man in the Daoist robe was indeed the master of Demon Child Xiao Que.

This master was exceedingly mysterious, even unknown to Hua Wu, Xiao Que's biological mother.

Xiao Que suddenly mastered a fist technique, exuding authentic Taoist traits. She thought her daughter was exceptionally gifted, with extraordinary wisdom, and easily grasping the technique, making it only a matter of time to kill Old Demon Duan.

Little did she know, Xiao Que indeed had a master.

This man in the Daoist robe was her master.

Upon seeing his "golden pill disciple" already burned by Old Demon Duan, the robed man showed little emotion, constantly displaying a playful demeanor.

"Heaven and earth as a board, all beings as pieces, this Martial World, with pieces like Old Demon Duan, is quite interesting," he mused, adopting an air of a sage.

Suddenly, the robed man's expression changed, saying, "Xiao Que was prime Alchemy material. Losing her, how can I defy fate!"

"Destiny is in my hands, not in heaven. Whether demon or immortal, it's up to me!"

"If Old Demon Duan dares to block my path, I'll refine him and devour him in one gulp to continue defying destiny!"

At this moment, he transformed again from a sage Taoist into a passionate youth.

Indeed, even though he appeared middle-aged, he gave off the illusion of an undefeated, fervent youth, ready to defy the heavens and break waves.

"Why, with your identity, are you contending with a mere pawn?"

"When this pawn leaps up and strikes me, is that contention? To defy the heavens, you must be like this to succeed!"

"Defying the heavens, is causing chaos all you know?"

For a moment, it seemed like two people bickering within his body.

This argument saw the emotions and demeanor of both sides seamlessly change within the robed man, an achievement even those with split personalities couldn't attain.

Thus, it appears the saying that most Taoists are eccentric isn't entirely wrong.

At this moment, the robed man suddenly lifted his own skull.

The instant the scent of blood filled the air, one could see many branches beneath his skull.

Branches with a fleshy appearance.

The robed man gave a sharp twist to one of the "branches," and his expression instantly calmed.

Within the blood-drenched branches, one could see the robed man had not just one brain within his skull.

Three brains crowded in the cranial cavity, interconnected by branches.

Previously, two of the brains wriggled violently, but with a single twist, one of them fell silent.

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