Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

In the heavy snow, a caravan that had traveled a long distance slowly entered the Snow Mountain Temple, looking for a place to avoid the wind and snow.

The temple was ancient and solemn, covered with thick white snow, as if covered with a layer of silver. The members of the caravan shook off the snow on their bodies and entered the temple one after another, preparing to take a short rest here.

In the caravan, there was a pretty woman, she was the hostess of the caravan.

She was wearing a red cloak, which made her skin look like snow, and there was a lively glow between her eyebrows. Her appearance seemed to bring a touch of vitality and warmth to this cold temple.

At the same time, some bandits who were avoiding the snow had gathered in the temple. They were originally ferocious, but when they saw the hostess of the caravan, they couldn't help but reveal surprise and greed in their eyes.

The pretty face of the woman seemed to have a kind of magic, which made these bandits yearn for her and even temporarily forget their original malice.

However, the woman did not panic because of their gaze. She calmly arranged her cloak and whispered to the members of the caravan, as if she didn't care about the danger around her.

Her calmness and beauty formed a unique charm that moved everyone present.

In the temple, the atmosphere became subtle and tense for a while.

The caravan members looked around vigilantly, while the bandits whispered, as if discussing something.

But in any case, the appearance of the woman undoubtedly added a bit of drama to this encounter in the wind and snow.

In the dark hall of the Snow Mountain Temple, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The bandits gathered together, whispering, and a leader-like bandit strode towards the resting caravan.

With a cunning and fierce smile on his face, his eyes swept back and forth between the goods and people of the caravan, and finally stopped at the hostess of the caravan. The woman remained calm, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but she did not show the slightest fear.

"Hey, friends," the bandit leader said, his voice echoing in the temple, "This snow has blocked the mountain, and the road is not easy to travel. We brothers are also forced to make a living in this snowstorm. If you want to pass this road, you have to leave some money to buy the way."

The members of the caravan heard this and their faces became solemn. They knew that it was extremely unwise to clash with bandits in such a deserted place.

However, the bandits in front of them obviously did not intend to let them go easily.

Seeing that the caravan did not respond immediately, the bandit leader continued: "We are not greedy. As long as you leave half of the goods and money, we guarantee that you will pass safely."

Some people in the caravan began to whisper, obviously discussing countermeasures.

The hostess stood there quietly, with perseverance and determination in her eyes. She knew that at this time, any panic and compromise might put the caravan into a greater crisis.

"We are willing to pay some tolls," the hostess finally spoke, her voice clear and firm, "but your request is too high. We can give a part of the goods, but never half."

The bandit leader frowned when he heard this, but then relaxed again.

He understood that the woman in front of him was not an easy character to deal with.

So he nodded and said: "Okay, since you are so sincere, let's take a step back. Leave one-third of the goods and money, and we will let you go."

The caravan members secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the hostess also nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed to this condition. A crisis that could cause a conflict was resolved in the compromise of both parties.

During the rest period at the Snow Mountain Temple, the caravan hostess gathered the caravan members together, her eyes flashing with determination and expectation.

"Everyone," she said softly, revealing an unquestionable majesty in her tone, "We are not only here for trade, but also for a more important mission - to find the traces of the mysterious existence in Wushan."

She looked around and saw that everyone was listening attentively, so she continued: "Legend has it that there is a god hidden deep in Wushan. Our caravan has always been known for its courage and bravery. Today, I hope everyone can work together to explore the truth of this rumor. If you can find the existence of the god, then no one will be rewarded with a minimum of one thousand taels."

The hostess paused, her eyes swept across the faces of each member, as if to see through their inner thoughts. Then, she deployed the next action plan in detail, explaining everything from the route to the difficulties that might be encountered.

"We will act separately."

She ordered: "Some people will collect clues around the temple and ask local residents or travelers whether they have seen or heard of this mysterious existence, and the other part will follow me to go deep into Wushan to explore on the spot."

The bandits listenedAt this point, everyone laughed out loud.

"Haha, beautiful lady, are you crazy? Although Wushan Mountain is thousands of miles long, it is still a mortal mountain in the world. How could there be traces of gods? Have you read too many storybooks?"

The female leader of the caravan ignored her.

The bandit leader's eyes turned. He felt that the other party was so weak, so why should he swallow her up?

Looking at the other party's appearance, the fire of desire in his heart was also ignited.

Just as he was about to hint to his subordinates to prepare for action, the wooden door of the mountain temple was blown by the strong wind.

The strong wind roared, mixed with snow particles and violently blew against the snow mountain temple.

Suddenly, a stronger gust of wind came, and the heavy wooden door of the temple was suddenly blown open. The wind and snow instantly poured into the temple, stirring up a snow mist.

In this wind and snow, a figure slowly stepped into the temple. He wore a bamboo hat and a black robe, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in black, as if he had merged with the wind and snow. His steps were steady and powerful, not affected by the strong wind at all. Every step he took firmly on the snow made a creaking sound.

As he entered, the atmosphere in the temple suddenly became solemn. The caravan members cast vigilant glances, tightly grasped their weapons, and prepared to deal with emergencies. However, the man in black did not show any hostility. He slowly took off his bamboo hat, revealing a resolute and deep face.

The snow-white long hair looked extremely strange, which was very inconsistent with the young face, as if he was old with youthful vigor.

His eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through everything, but with a hint of elusive mystery. He looked around, his eyes swept over the caravan members one by one, and finally stopped on the caravan hostess.

He nodded slightly as a greeting, then quietly walked aside and found a corner to sit down, as if he was just here to avoid the wind and snow, and had no other intentions.

Seeing this, the caravan members relaxed their tense nerves a little, but still remained vigilant. The hostess took a deep look at the man in black, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in her eyes.

She didn't know who this mysterious man in black was, nor did she know the purpose of his trip, but she could feel that this man in black was definitely not an ordinary person.

After entering here, Mu Bai entered a semi-meditation state. Over the years, he has gradually introduced the abilities of the three major devil fruits into the cultivation system of this world. Relying on a small part of the power of the Golden Crow Fruit, he has continuously delayed the decline of his physical body.

So even in this world that can barely be called high-level martial arts, he is already nearly 120 years old and still looks very young, and his physical body is also in its prime.

"Senior, I wonder if you are interested in going with us to Wushan to look for the gods."

The female leader of the caravan, Mu Huaxue, was very serious and sincere. When Mu Bai heard the word "god", he opened his eyes and whispered, "What do you want to find the gods?"

What do you want?

These four words reached everyone's ears, making everyone's backs cold. Even the most jumpy bandits at the beginning stood still and dared not move easily.

After all, this kind of sound transmission method can only be done by a grandmaster. Today's grandmasters in the martial arts world are top-level combat forces who have established their own sects like a local lord. This is not something that small characters like them can afford to offend.

"My father is seriously ill and has made a will. Whoever can find a way to keep him alive can become the next head of the family."

With a hint of embarrassment, Mu Huaxue still responded in a low voice.

After all, it is not a glorious thing to compete with brothers and sisters for family property in this feudal world. This is the limitation of the times. Mu Bai smiled calmly and said, "Then it may be difficult for you to find it. It is better to go back home and prepare to kill those potential heirs in advance."

This is too cruel, especially the murderous intent revealed in it, which makes people's scalps numb.

"Senior, we have something to go, so I'll take my leave first."

The leader of the bandits suddenly came out with a smile and respectfully asked for leave from Mu Bai.

Who would have thought that Mu Bai smiled and said, "I just passed a tribe at the foot of Wushan Mountain and found it was looted. It's a coincidence that I came out from here a hundred years ago. Do you think I will let you go?"

Seeking revenge! !

Qiu Qianren clenched his fists and roared, "Everyone beware of this man!"

Zhong Xiaodi immediately drew his knife to block in front, but he didn't expect a blood blade to slash across the entire mountain temple! More than a dozen bandits were instantly chopped into blood mist!

In the terrifying atmosphere, everyone didn't even see clearly when Mu Bai drew his sword.

Qiu Qianren rolled into the blizzard in a panic and trembled with fear. The tragic death of all his good brothers in an instant was too shocking, so even a cruel and ruthless person like him was afraid.