Chapter 3: The Sheniu Bandits
When the big bird saw this provocation, it made a strange “ga ga ga” sound from its mouth, which sounded like a death song behind her.

Fortunately, after being shocked by the system, she felt that her physical strength had made a qualitative leap, and the twists and turns in the dense forest really gave her some distance.
[System. System. If you don’t come out, your host will die.]

[System is testing and analyzing. This is a brown-feathered iron-toothed croaker, good at hunting, a third-level monster, equivalent to a human at the foundation-building stage or above.]

[Tell me first how to avoid its pursuit. Tell me something useful.] Mo Anyi rushed out frantically.

[Sorry, the database does not have this data, please handle it yourself]

Dog system, what use are you? Bird, you uncle, I know it’s a bird even if you don’t tell me.

【System. System.】

[Host can try to communicate with the monsters. Monsters in the late stage of foundation building have certain cognitive abilities.]

[Chat? Are you serious, system? Didn’t you see the scraps of meat on its mouth? ]

【System.. System】

After shouting several times to no avail, Mo Anyi gritted his teeth and decided to just talk.

“Hi, brother? Brother? Brother Big Bird?” Mo Anyi asked hesitantly.

Mo An also raised his palm, formed it into a small trumpet shape, and shouted at the monster.

“Ga?” The big bird gabbed doubtfully.
Have a show?

“Brother Big Bird, you must be tired after flying for such a long time. I am tired too. Let’s take a rest first. Can we chat?”

The iron-toothed bird made a few more “ga ga ga” sounds without knowing why, and did not attack again, but chopped its way down with its two claws.

“Look how boring it is to stay in the sect. And I, you see, am the light that will save you.”

“Follow me, I will take you to see the stars and the moon. I will take you to barbecue and eat skewers, and I will take you to be an experienced beast.”

Mo An also used his expertise as a social bandit to offer inducements. When he got tired of talking, he sat down cross-legged, took out two fruits, and handed one to the iron-toothed sparrow.
“How about it, Big Bird brother? Follow me and we can go to various secret places in a leisurely way.”

Mo An is also professional at making big promises.

Iron-toothed Sparrow. I have never seen such a monk before. This man is like a naked donkey pulling a millstone, turning around shamelessly. The shameful thing is that it seems to be a little moved.

He flapped his wings and covered his face.

“Look, even if you have reached the ceiling of your combat power in the sect, at most you can only be a sect guardian beast. No one in the outside world can see your handsome appearance.”

“Click, click.” Mo Anyi chatted while chewing the spiritual fruit. “Hurry up, Big Bird Brother. If it weren’t for the fact that you and I are destined to be together, I wouldn’t give you this chance. If you miss this opportunity, you won’t be able to have it again. You should think about it carefully. I still have to go to the top of the mountain to complete the sect exam.”

The iron-toothed bird felt that the whole bird was in trouble. How could a little loser with only five spiritual roots dare to brag so much?

“quack”

“Okay, we have made a happy decision, Big Bird Brother.” Mo Anyi stretched out his hand and gently patted the wings of the Iron-toothed Sparrow. “High-five to make an alliance. We are allies. When I pass the exam to the sect, I will take you out to have fun.”

After saying that, before the iron-toothed bird could react, he ran away, running faster than a rabbit.
What kind of broken alliance is this? What did I agree to? I was just laughing at you, you idiot. Looking at Mo Anyi running away, it was so angry that it almost slapped him with its wings.

But on second thought, it seems not bad. This monk is quite interesting, more interesting than many of his younger brothers.

So he flapped his wings and flew towards the sect’s Beast Taming Peak.

Mo An, who was running far away, also saw the Iron-toothed Sparrow flying away. His whole body relaxed and he squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.

The world of immortal cultivation is too scary, she wants to go home.

Fortunately, the road ahead was smooth and no other monsters were encountered. We followed the highest mountain as a signpost and successfully reached the ladder to immortality.

The afterglow fell on the rolling mountains like a veil, outlining the undulating contours. The mountain wind whistled past. The freshmen who were lucky enough to be rescued from the beasts like her were either terrified or secretly happy. This was their first lesson in facing the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation, and those freshmen who failed to appear stayed here forever. Only ninety-six people could climb this mountain.

The road to immortal cultivation is long and difficult. Mo An also looked up at the mountains that stood tall and endless like giant beasts, and he could not see the end at all. Instead, he felt a sense of pride in his heart, and the barrier of the Qi training period seemed to be slightly touched.

Next is the state of mind test for entering the sect. They need to climb the 999 steps before they can officially enter the gate of cultivation. The elders of each peak will also select their inner disciples based on the performance of the new students climbing the ladder. The remaining unselected will be assigned to the outer gate. For outer disciples who want to enter the inner gate, they need to rank in the top ten in the sect competition every ten years to have the opportunity to enter the inner gate again.

Mo Anyi stood at the foot of the mountain ladder, looking at the stairs that seemed to have no end. The complaints in his heart almost jumped out of the frame.

Are novels really based on reality? She wondered if the authors of those novels had really been to the world of immortal cultivation. This cliché of immortal cultivation that she was asking herself was indeed real.

Mo Anyi took a deep breath and stepped onto the Immortal Stairs. As he climbed the stairs, his steps became heavier. The surrounding scene began to change.

It’s coming…it’s coming…the legendary fantasy is about to appear. She was a little excited.

The sun shines softly on the smooth floor through the French windows. She lazily nestles on the soft sofa in her living room, holding a cup of milk tea as if she has returned to modern life. Looking at these illusory scenes, Mo Anyi suddenly feels like crying. She really wants to go home.

A sudden jolt.

Wait, she came here through time travel, and I don’t know if the content of this environment will be read by the sect’s leaders. If she is judged to have possessed another person’s body and is killed directly, that would be too unfair.

She immediately stopped her random thoughts, suppressed her inner turmoil, and continued to recite the program code silently.

Those complex and difficult codes flowed in her mind, like runes protecting the soul, resisting the invasion of illusions.

The code that appeared in Mo Anyi’s mind confused the spirit of the weapon that was creating the illusion.

No, the good guys in the family have these incomprehensible runes in their heads, layer upon layer, and it is impossible to break through. It almost trapped it in the small black room compiled by the code.

Who created the illusion for whom? Can you, a new disciple, understand the situation?

The spirit of the weapon was angry, and it tried its best to break Mo Anyi’s defense. But Mo Anyi continued to recite the code without being disturbed, and her footsteps climbed up rhythmically with her recitation.

The messy and disordered codes made the spirit of the weapon wonder if it had been possessed by a demon. How come it couldn’t even weave an illusion?

Something was wrong, very wrong. The weapon spirit turned around and angrily sent a mirror image to a disciple next to it. Huge monsters chased after the disciple ferociously. The disciple collapsed to the ground in fear, losing the courage to move forward.

The weapon spirit raised its non-existent chest with a heroic and proud look. It was indeed not its problem, but the female cultivator in front was too weird and perverted. It was still the strongest weapon spirit of Kunwu Sect, which made it so angry.