Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Upon hearing Xuanzang's words, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie slowly turned their gazes forward.

What came into their view was an ancient stone tablet. Inscribed on the tablet were three large characters: "Huangfeng Ridge".

The two looked up and saw the stone tablet as a clear dividing line. On this side, there was lush green grass and oases, full of life, while ahead lay a vast expanse of yellow sand, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Such a heavy demonic aura." Sun Wukong frowned, his voice low.

"And there's a lot of resentment in him," Pigsy added.

“This place is strange; there’s definitely a powerful demon here,” Sun Wukong said with certainty, his voice tinged with wariness.

"Brother Monkey, with you here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Pigsy grinned, revealing a simple, honest smile, and said nonchalantly, "Just charge!"

He had no doubt about Sun Wukong's strength. After all, he himself was a powerful expert at the peak of the Taiyi realm, yet he was subdued by Sun Wukong in one move. This strength made Zhu Bajie admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, Master."

Sun Wukong chimed in, full of heroic spirit: "Let's go straight there."

"No matter what kind of great demon he is, I, Old Sun, will wipe him out in a flash with one blow of my staff!"

talking.

Sun Wukong made a feinting strike in mid-air, as if the great demon had already been reduced to dust by his golden cudgel.

Upon hearing this, Xuanzang nodded slightly, his expression calm: "Then let's go."

Xuanzang is no longer the indecisive Tang Monk from the original Journey to the West. Now he is the Qin Monk, Xuanzang of the Great Qin Dynasty, decisive and efficient, never hesitant in his actions.

The three of them then crossed the boundary marker of Huangfeng Ridge and stepped into this mysterious and dangerous region.

The moment they stepped into Huangfeng Ridge, a sudden change occurred!
The once peaceful desert was suddenly swept by a fierce wind, with yellow sand filling the sky and forming a terrifying storm that blotted out the sun, sweeping towards Xuanzang and his disciples with overwhelming force.

Wherever the storm went, sand and stones flew, and the world lost its color, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

"Such a strong demonic aura."

Sun Wukong gazed at the endless yellow sand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and sneered, "Looks like he really can't hold back anymore."

Amidst his laughter, Sun Wukong exuded disdain and confidence, as if the storm before him was nothing more than a trivial trick.

Immediately, Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) instantly appeared in his hand.

Without any fancy moves, he leaped high into the air and swung his bat fiercely at the terrifying storm.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

A tremendous force erupted instantly, and the sandstorm that had once blotted out the sky shattered like a bubble under this blow, turning into a sky full of yellow sand that drifted away.

In an instant, the entire void was filled with yellow sand, and everything in sight was shrouded in a dim yellow light.

However, the crisis did not end there.

"Men, capture Qin Seng! Charge!"

A low, sharp shout broke the brief silence.

In an instant.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of demonic energies appeared in the vast void.

Countless monsters surged forth like a tidal wave, charging madly towards Xuanzang and his two disciples.

These monsters came in all shapes and sizes; some had pointed snouts and monkey-like cheeks, while others had green faces and fangs. They bared their teeth and claws, emitting a series of chilling roars.

"They even used a human wave tactic."

Seeing this, Pigsy couldn't help but grin, a hint of mockery in his smile: "That's really enough."

In his view, although these lesser demons were numerous, their strength was negligible and they posed no real threat to him.

"Fool, watch over your master, I'll take care of these monsters."

Sun Wukong turned to Zhu Bajie and gave him some instructions, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he were facing not a group of ferocious monsters, but an interesting game.

"Alright!" Pigsy replied immediately, his voice booming.

He gripped the nine-toothed rake tightly in both hands, strode to Xuanzang's side, placed the rake horizontally, and stood guard beside Xuanzang, his eyes firm, always alert to any movement around him.

Sun Wukong flashed forward like a golden lightning bolt, rushing towards the group of monsters. He unleashed an extremely terrifying aura, distorting the air wherever he went.

"Die, you old Sun!"

Sun Wukong roared, his voice echoing through the heavens.

He raised his golden cudgel high and slammed it down onto the ground.

This strike contained earth-shattering power. The surrounding void seemed unable to withstand the pressure, emitting cracking sounds, like glass about to shatter.

A series of explosions rang out, and the charging demons had no chance to resist this powerful force.

They were all shattered like fragile ants, their flesh and blood scattering through the air.

In an instant, the entire yellow sandy land was stained red with blood, and the ground was littered with the corpses of monsters with rat heads on their heads. The scene was bloody and tragic.

At this moment.

Just as Sun Wukong was fighting the group of lesser demons with all his might, a greedy and eerie voice suddenly rang in Zhu Bajie's ear: "Qin Seng's flesh is mine."

Immediately afterwards, a strange cloud of yellow sand, like an invisible venomous snake, silently swept towards Pigsy.

A nauseating stench permeated the yellow sand, as if it carried endless resentment and evil.

Pigsy was startled and instinctively mobilized all his magical power to form a solid shield around his body in an attempt to resist the invasion of this strange yellow sand.

However, to his surprise, the yellow sand seemed to have a life of its own, directly piercing through his magical shield and stabbing his entire body like countless tiny needles.

Pigsy felt a tingling sensation all over his body. Before he could react further, a huge, rough hand suddenly burst out of the ground and swiftly grabbed at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang seemed to have no time to dodge and was instantly grabbed by the giant hand. Then, the ground suddenly collapsed, and Xuanzang was directly swept into it and disappeared without a trace.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one had time to react.

The lesser demons that attacked from all directions were quickly dealt with by Sun Wukong.

The entire desert was left with only blood and flesh scattered everywhere and the haphazardly laid corpses of monsters.

When Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel and slowly landed on the ground, he realized that Xuanzang had disappeared. His face instantly turned extremely gloomy, and he glared angrily at Zhu Bajie: "You idiot, where is Master?"

"I can't see."

Pigsy's vision went completely black, and he cried out in terror, his voice trembling slightly, "This demonic wind is strange; it's not an ordinary wind."

"Help me...Brother Monkey."

He frantically waved his nine-toothed rake, trying to dispel the darkness before him, but to no avail.

Seeing Zhu Bajie's appearance, Sun Wukong felt a chill and his face turned very ugly.

But he quickly calmed down and reassured her, "It's alright. There are treasures in the Heavenly Mystic Mirror."

“I’ll exchange some divine-grade medicinal elixir from the Great Qin Dynasty for your eyes; it will definitely cure you.”

As he spoke, Sun Wukong summoned the Heavenly Mystery Mirror.

The Heavenly Mirror flashed, and moments later, a delicate porcelain bottle appeared in Sun Wukong's hand. Under his control, the bottle opened automatically, and a drop of crystal-clear jade dew slowly floated out, flying towards Zhu Bajie's eyes.

The moment the dew touched Pigsy's eyes, a cool sensation spread throughout his body.

The stinging pain in my eyes gradually lessened under the nourishment of the jade dew, and the yellow sand in my eyes was gradually washed away.

"What a wonderful elixir."

Pigsy exclaimed in delight, his eyes regaining their sparkle: "Brother Monkey, where did you get this?"

He looked at the elixir in Sun Wukong's hand with surprise and curiosity.

"Within the Heavenly Profound Mirror, anything that Great Qin possesses can be exchanged," Sun Wukong explained.

"The Heavenly Mystery Mirror?" Upon hearing these three words, Pigsy's heart stirred, and he immediately understood the mystery: "Brother Monkey, you really are one of Qin Ting's men."

Although he himself was also imprinted with the Heavenly Profound Mirror, the authority he possessed was merely the most basic usage, exchange, and cultivation permissions.

Now that Sun Wukong can exchange for such high-level spiritual medicines so easily, it is clear that his authority in the Heavenly Profound Mirror is extraordinary.

"You really know a lot, kid." Sun Wukong smiled slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Oh right, Master was just blown away by that strange wind." Pigsy suddenly came to his senses, remembering that Xuanzang had been captured, and said anxiously.

"It's alright, this monster can't escape." Sun Wukong snorted coldly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "I, Old Sun, have memorized his aura."

Say it.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and his divine sense instantly spread out like a tide, searching for the monster's traces.

Meanwhile, deep within Huangfeng Ridge, in a cave amidst a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Xuanzang slowly descended, and a hideous monster appeared before him.
The monster wore a golden helmet and golden armor, and held a three-pronged steel fork; it was none other than the Yellow Wind King.

"Qin monk".

King Yellow Wind looked at Xuanzang, a glint of greed and smugness flashing in his eyes: "You're not afraid of me?"

He was somewhat surprised by Xuanzang's calmness at this moment. In his view, Qin Seng was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter. Faced with such a powerful monster as himself, he should have been trembling with fear.

"Amitabha."

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, his face calm, his voice steady: "Turning back is the shore."

Xuanzang's eyes were filled with compassion and pity.

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, King Yellow Wind threw his head back and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness: "I have long since run out of options."

He stopped laughing, staring intently at Xuanzang, his greed growing stronger: "It is said that eating a piece of your flesh can grant immortality and endless lifespan, without needing to rely on spiritual power."

"If I were to devour you whole, I could instantly become a Quasi-Saint."

Think of this.

King Yellow Wind couldn't help but lick his lips, as if he could already taste the delicious flavor of Qin Monk's flesh: "If I become a Quasi-Saint, what do I have to fear from Buddhism?"

Originally, his existence was nothing more than a play arranged by the Buddhist sect, and he only needed to go through the motions.

But at this moment, faced with Qin Seng, this "great opportunity" that was within reach, the greed in the heart of the Yellow Wind King completely overcame his reason. He could no longer suppress his inner desires, and his eyes were filled with endless killing intent.

His aura suddenly erupted, like a surging black wave spreading outwards.

He opened his blood-red maw, and a terrifying suction force burst forth from it, like a bottomless black hole, attempting to swallow Xuanzang whole.

But at that moment, a golden Buddhist light suddenly emanated from Xuanzang's body.

The Buddha's light shimmered with golden light, incredibly sacred, forming a stark contrast to the evil aura emanating from the Yellow Wind King.

"Amitabha."

Xuanzang spoke slowly, but his voice suddenly carried a sharp edge: "When calamity energy enters the body, it must be eliminated."

As he spoke, the Buddhist light emanating from his body grew even brighter, like a golden sun illuminating the entire dark cave.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanzang slowly opened his hand, and a golden alms bowl appeared in his palm.

This alms bowl emanates a powerful aura of Buddhist energy.

Xuanzang tossed it lightly, and the alms bowl, blessed by the Buddha's power, instantly increased in size several times over, carrying an overwhelming pressure as it flew towards the Yellow Wind King.

"you you……"

King Yellow Wind was stunned by this sudden turn of events. He never expected that Qin Seng, who seemed to be powerless, would have such powerful cultivation.

Moreover, judging from the intensity of this Buddhist power, the opponent's cultivation level seems to be above his own.

"Is it strange that this humble monk possesses cultivation?" Xuanzang looked at the terrified expression on the Yellow Wind King's face, smiled faintly, his smile full of composure.

"You...who are you?"

King Yellow Wind looked at Xuanzang in horror and asked in a trembling voice.

At this moment, his greed and pride had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep fear.

Under the powerful pressure of that golden alms bowl, he felt like a bird trapped in a net, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

"This humble monk is Xuanzang of the Great Qin Dynasty."

Xuanzang spoke slowly, his voice firm: "Your body has been invaded by the calamity energy; you are already in calamity and cannot survive."

"Let this humble monk perform the ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife."

Having said that, another Zen staff appeared in Xuanzang's hand. This staff also emitted a golden Buddhist light, but it contained boundless sharpness.

then.

Without uttering a single word, Xuanzang raised his staff high and slammed it down on the Yellow Wind King.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

A powerful burst of Buddhist energy erupted instantly, like a bomb exploding above the Yellow Wind King's head.

Before the Yellow Wind King could react, he was struck directly by this powerful force.

Under the impact of the Buddha's power, his body instantly turned into a pulp and vanished, and his soul also returned to the cycle of reincarnation under this powerful Buddha's power.

"Amitabha."

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, his face calm, and murmured, "Excellent, excellent."

After defeating the Yellow Wind King, his expression remained calm, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

While the Buddhist teachings of the Qin Dynasty encourage people to do good, they must be selective in their approach to individuals.

Once the calamity enters the body, it cannot be expelled.

Either you successfully overcome the tribulation, or you die in the great tribulation.

Xuanzang killed him for his own liberation.

However, his death was not unjust, as he was killed by Xuanzang, a powerful figure who had already recovered to the level of a half-step Great Luo Golden Immortal. (End of Chapter)