I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 700 All monsters are afraid
The bell tolled three times, its lingering sound echoing between the beams of the hall. Eight burly attendants cleared the way, followed by a tall and imposing man who slowly walked out from behind.

This man was eight feet tall, with a face like a full moon, three long strands of beard hanging down to his chest, and a pair of phoenix eyes filled with a compassionate smile.

He wore a black brocade robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns, a white jade belt from Hetian around his waist, and a seven-treasure gold crown on his head. His calm demeanor exuded an air of majesty.

If it weren't for Jiang Wentian's penetrating eye, seeing the blood and evil energy surging around him like a tide, with countless wronged souls wailing and struggling in the evil aura, anyone would have to praise him as a true immortal who has attained enlightenment.

The wolf lord settled on the throne made of white tiger skin, accepting the greetings with a smile. Instantly, flattery poured in like a tide.

Every guest wore the most obsequious smile, their clothes rustling as they bowed in greeting.

An elderly man dressed in a crimson official robe said in a trembling voice, "May the Holy Lord live a long and prosperous life, and attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm soon."

The wealthy merchant beside him immediately followed with a fawning smile: "The Holy Ruler's benevolence is far-reaching, benefiting all people; truly a blessing for all."

Their words were earnest, but the wrinkles around their eyes betrayed an undisguised panic.

As for those shapeshifting demons, their ability to mimic human speech is ultimately lacking; their flattery is loud and clear, yet it comes across as strange.

A burly man with a bear's head boomed, "Grandpa Wolf Lord is incredibly powerful; even his farts can shatter mountains!"

Another tall, thin man, transformed from a snake spirit, hissed, "May my lady bear you a litter of strong offspring, each one capable of devouring the sun and moon!"

They scratched their ears and cheeks, their postures contorted; though dressed in human clothes, they could not hide the bestial nature in their bones.

Upon hearing these crude congratulatory words, the wolf lord was not annoyed at all; on the contrary, he showed an expression of pleasure.

He raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down, and the entire hall fell silent: "Fellow Daoists, you must know that cultivation is based on accumulating good deeds."

His voice boomed like a bell, and his kind gaze swept across the entire hall, "I hope you will all perform many good deeds and quickly become virtuous people, so as not to fail my expectations."

After speaking, he stroked his long beard lightly. If it weren't for the terrifying bloodthirst that soared into the sky, he would have looked like a wise and enlightened master giving earnest teachings.

Jiang Wen watched with a hint of mockery. This old wolf, having lived as a human for so long, really thinks he's some kind of immortal cultivator. The malevolent aura emanating from that vengeful spirit is enough to engulf Jiangling County. Who knows how many innocent people will perish in its jaws?

He remained a detached observer, wanting to see what other tricks the wolf lord could pull.

The banquet was about to begin, with delicacies laid out.

Attendants moved back and forth carrying golden platters and jade cups, the exotic fruits on the platters shimmering with color, and the fine wine in the cups exuding a captivating fragrance.

The wolf king was overjoyed and clapped his hands, calling out, "Let the beauty come up."

Suddenly, the tinkling of jade pendants filled the air, and twelve beautiful women emerged gracefully, clad in light gauze dance dresses, their jade-like bodies appearing and disappearing in the shadows. Every gesture they made exuded allure. Their slender waists swayed, bewitching the hearts of mortals.

Jiang Wen glanced at them, dismissing them with disdain. Beneath such stunning exteriors lay nothing more than cunning, sly foxes. Compared to his own white fox, these brown foxes were far inferior, like the sun compared to a candle flame—utterly insignificant.

He drank his wine, exchanging a glance with Jiang Su. Both of them saw a different emotion in each other's eyes.

These fox spirit dancers, each with a captivating charm, exuded a fragrant aura as they danced. Their alluring fox scent mingled with the aroma of wine, leaving all the guests mesmerized.

Halfway through his drink, the Wolf Lord pointed to the lead dancer, a fox spirit, and said with a smile to the officials at the table, "Prefect Wang, Commandant Li, if you two gentlemen don't mind, why not take these girls back to your residences to add some elegance to your lives?"

Prefect Wang, the local official in charge of the prefecture, burst into laughter, his belly bulging, saying, "Your Majesty's generous gift is deeply appreciated!"

Lieutenant Li stared intently at the fox spirit, his Adam's apple bobbing: "This humble general couldn't ask for more!"

Having said that, he couldn't wait to reach out his thick, fleshy hand and pull her slender waist into his arms.

The fox spirits giggled and threw themselves into the official's arms, their slender fingers pouring fine wine, their soft words and tender glances conveying their affection.

These high-ranking officials, who usually appeared dignified and respectable, now revealed their true colors. Some held the vixen on their laps, whispering sweet nothings in her ear; others let her hands trace circles on their chests, their ugly behavior utterly exposed yet completely unaware. After several rounds of drinks, it was time to present the gifts.

First, an old man in a green robe, who was actually a goat spirit, presented a plate of purple-veined peaches, their fragrance intoxicating: "These are spirit peaches that ripen only once every three hundred years, specially offered to the Holy Lord for longevity."

Then, the black-faced man, transformed from a wild boar demon, brought out a jar of Blood Marrow Wine, its aroma intense: "This wine is refined with a hundred kinds of spiritual herbs, and it is most effective in replenishing qi and blood."

The wealthy merchants worked together to carry ten sandalwood chests, which, when opened, shone with golden light and were filled with gold ingots, luminous pearls, jade ruyi scepters, and other valuables.

An official then mysteriously presented a cage covered with a red cloth, inside which two young girls, aged sixteen or seventeen, trembled in fear; this was euphemistically called a "cauldron."

The wolf lord smiled and nodded, his gaze lingering on the cage for a long time, his smile deepening. It was clear that he was very pleased with these gifts.

After everyone had presented their gifts, it was Jiang Wen's turn last. He showed no fear and ate and drank as usual. However, amidst the strange looks from others, he calmly stood up and bowed to the Wolf Lord.

He carried the blue cloth bundle into the hall and laughed loudly, "This humble servant congratulates the Wolf Lord on his new birthday and has prepared a small gift to wish him a swift ascent to paradise and a peaceful return to the underworld."

His words were cryptic, and everyone present was astonished.

The wolf lord's smile froze slightly, and he gestured to his guards to accept the gift. If the gift didn't suit his taste, he would definitely teach this little leopard a lesson.

The wolf demon guard untied his bundle, and a golden leopard's head rolled to the ground, its eyes wide open, its death gruesome.

"Ah—!" The entire hall erupted in uproar! The musicians stopped playing, the dancers froze, the officials jumped up in fright, and the sounds of cups and plates falling to the ground were deafening.

The Wolf Lord slammed his fist on the table, his kind face contorted in fury as he glared at Jiang Wen, baring his teeth and shouting, "You madman! How dare you insult me ​​like this!"

The sound shook the heavens and earth, and a demonic aura surged forth like a hurricane passing through.

As Jiang Wen's figure swayed, the clear light dissipated, revealing his true blue robe. With a flick of his sleeve, he dispersed the demonic aura without a trace.

He sneered, "You beast! You think you're a saint? You've done all this evil, feeding on human blood. Today I'll show you that this world won't tolerate your wicked ways!"

Having said that, the Heavenly Sword roared as it was drawn from its sheath. It transformed into a golden rainbow that pierced the sky, ignoring the overwhelming demonic energy, and went straight to the Wolf Lord's heart, pinning him to the mural.

"I, Jiang Wen of the Tai Shen Palace, have come today to vanquish evil." His clear voice, like the tinkling of gold and jade, echoed throughout the hall.

The three characters “Tai Shen Gong” resounded like a thunderclap.

The monsters revealed themselves in horror, and jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards fled in panic. Mortal guests collapsed to the ground, and many trembled and lost control of their bladders.

Those demons fled extremely fast, but someone was even faster than them. Jiang Su's slender fingers lightly traced lines, and invisible sword energy crisscrossed.

The fleeing demons fell to the ground one after another, and in an instant, corpses littered the ground, their blood staining the white jade tiles a glaring scarlet red.

Jiang Wen turned to the wolf lord on the wall and said to the slumped crowd at the banquet, "Let's see what this thing, whom you all worship like a god, truly is!"

As the magic power was channeled in, the wolf lord's hypocritical facade crumbled amidst his miserable howls, revealing the true form of the gray-furred giant wolf, its fangs bared, its blood staining the grand hall.

The hall was deathly silent, save for the sound of dripping blood.

The surviving guests stared at the ferocious wolf demon on the wall, and then recalled the sanctimonious "Holy Lord" from before. Their faces turned ashen, as if they had just woken from a dream.

Some of the more timid ones clutched their chests, swayed, and fainted.

No one could have imagined that the Holy Lord, revered as an immortal, was actually a man-eating wolf demon!

(End of this chapter)