Chapter 712: The power of the Formless Divine Art; the entire temple helps Su Hang become an immortal

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to guard against.

Su Hang was startled and hurriedly dodged the old man's reaching right arm.

"Little friend, do not panic. My move was just to let you witness the Formless Divine Art." Seeing Su Hang dodge his claw, the old man was also somewhat astonished.

Su Hang was covered in cold sweat, but he had bitterness in his heart that he couldn't express. This old guy was truly too terrifying. If it weren't for the system, he would likely have died just now.

"Little friend, do not panic. I have no malice toward you."

The old man spoke again.

Facing the old man's repeated invitations, Su Hang fell silent.

But immediately after, he shook his head with a bitter smile.

He had the system anyway, so becoming an immortal was almost a certainty; there was no need to become a monk just to achieve it.

Thinking of this, Su Hang said to the old man: "I refuse. Abbot, if there is nothing else, I will return to my Half-Moon Inn."

After learning that the old man had no malice toward him, Su Hang's tone became much more respectful; at the very least, he no longer called the old man "old guy."

Upon hearing this, the corners of the old man's mouth curled up slightly, "Little friend, are you really not going to consider it?"

"Not considering it."

After saying this, Su Hang stood up.

"Hehe..."

Just then, the old man suddenly laughed: "If you change your mind in the future, this poor monk welcomes you at any time!"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Su Hang paused his feet and looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Farewell!"

Without lingering, Su Hang cupped his fists in a salute and prepared to leave.

But just then, the old man's voice rang out again, "Little friend, wait!"

Su Hang turned his head and saw the old man take out a gold plate and hand it to him.

"This..."

Su Hang picked up the gold plate and examined it carefully. The gold plate was a purplish-black color, with a lifelike dragon pattern carved on it, shimmering with golden brilliance under the sunlight.

"Does little friend know what this is?" The old man looked at Su Hang with a smile, waiting for an answer.

Su Hang shook his head, "I don't even know who you are, so how would I know what this is?"

"Haha..."

The old man laughed, "Little friend, don't play dumb. This object is called a Jade Plate, representing this poor monk's identity. Keep it on your person; if you encounter difficulties in the future, it might be able to help you resolve the crisis."

"Resolve the crisis?" Su Hang looked at the old man strangely.

The old man nodded, "Exactly."

Su Hang thought about it; after all, it was the old man's good intention, so he finally accepted it.

After leaving the Half-Moon Inn, Zhang Wuji prepared to venture through Jiangnan before heading to Mount Wudang to find Zhang Sanfeng.

After all, his parents were buried on Mount Wudang, and counting the days, their death anniversary was approaching, so Zhang Wuji had to go and pay his respects.

The Jiangnan mountain range stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers, spanning a thousand miles.

It was filled with dense forests and lush vegetation, making it an excellent place for traveling the world.

Zhang Wuji went deep into it, and along the way, whenever he encountered people, he killed them with his Nine Yang Divine Art.

Although these people had low cultivation, they were ordinary people after all; dealing with them didn't require any internal energy.

Slaughter was what Zhang Wuji was best at. In this place, Zhang Wuji could even exert his full combat strength. In the Wu Xia world, he was someone who had once single-handedly slaughtered thousands of people.

Walking along the way, Zhang Wuji didn't know how many evil people he had wiped out. The killing intent filled the entire sky, constantly stimulating the birds and beasts in the sky to scatter.

A heavy rain had fallen not long ago, and at this moment, the mountain forest was covered in mud, and many bushes had been washed bare.

Zhang Wuji walked on the wet mountain road, looked up into the distance, and frowned.

"How come I still haven't been able to shake it off?"

At this moment, five hours had passed since Su Hang left the restaurant. ===== CHAPTER 714 =====