Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 323 Cultivation of Laws and the Path of Cultivation

Looking at the mountain peak before him, the young man who had been following behind him bowed deeply after Su Baiming waved his hand, then turned and shouted:

"Spread out and begin searching the mountain!"

"Yes!"

More than forty Kunlun Sect disciples quickly dispersed, darting into the mountains and disappearing from sight.

Upon seeing this, the young man couldn't help but smile, and cupped his hands towards Su Baiming, saying:

"Elder, with the abilities of all my fellow disciples, news should arrive soon."

Su Baiming said calmly:

"Don't be arrogant. Even if Yan Chixia brought a burden with him, they will still suffer if they are careless."

Although Su Baiming said this, his tone always carried a faint hint of disdain, which was also his arrogance as one of the twelve elders of the Kunlun Sect.

“The elder is right.”

After the young man finished speaking, he stood respectfully behind Su Baiming and waited.

But soon, the two of them found it difficult to stand.

Su Baiming frowned slightly.

"How long have they been in there?"

"Reporting to the elder, it has been about half a cup of tea's time."

"You haven't even finished searching this small mountain after only half a cup of tea?"

Su Baiming squinted slightly as he looked at the mountain in front of him, which was not particularly tall and seemed unremarkable. At this moment, only the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds could be heard.

So much time has passed, yet not a single disciple has returned to report.

Although the disciples he brought this time could not be called elites, most of them were above average, and none of them who could join the Kunlun Sect were not extremely talented.

These people should be able to put up a fight against Yan Chixia and wouldn't be captured instantly.

But now, more than forty such beings have entered this mountain peak, and for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, not even a single drop of water has been splashed.
"Heh, that's interesting."

The young man shivered involuntarily as he listened to the coldness and ruthlessness in the elder's words.

He had witnessed the elder's methods firsthand. After all, this elder, who was in charge of the laws in the Kunlun Sect, was extremely ruthless and merciless, both internally and externally.

"Let's go into the mountains and see what these people are up to."

"Yes!"

Su Baiming led the young man forward, took out several yellow talismans from his wide sleeves, formed a hand seal, and silently recited the incantation.

"Yellow Turban Warriors! Hear my command!"

With a soft shout from Su Baiming, the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman in his hand suddenly burst forth with a burst of golden light that scattered in all directions.

As soon as the eight yellow talismans landed, they instantly transformed into eight resolute-faced, golden-glowing warriors who protected him on either side.

These strongmen were tall and muscular, their golden bodies radiating an indestructible aura, capable of easily toppling even the largest trees blocking their path.

Under the protection of the eight strongmen, Su Baiming walked up the mountain, his eyes scanning the surroundings from time to time, only to find that even the birdsong and the sound of the wind had disappeared, leaving only silence.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Su Baiming's expression began to turn somewhat unpleasant. Something was clearly wrong with the surroundings, but even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't detect a single flaw.

Suddenly, Su Baiming's expression changed, and he reached behind him to grab something, but he grabbed nothing. The young man behind him was instantly swallowed by the ground!

"Earth elemental magic?! But how come there's no fluctuation of magical power at all?!"

Just then, he suddenly felt an irresistible and terrifying suction force coming from beneath his feet, but after all, he was a cultivator who had cultivated for hundreds of years.

Su Baiming opened his arms, and the complex crimson runes in his palms flashed with lightning as he blasted them toward the ground!

"Bang!!!"

"Hmph! All you cowards can do is resort to such despicable tricks!!"

With a loud roar and shout, a figure in a gray Taoist robe shot into the sky amidst the dust, slapping his hands out repeatedly and unleashing streaks of pale white lightning in all directions!

"boom----"

As bolts of lightning continued to strike, trees were continuously destroyed and burst into flames. The ground was cratered where the lightning struck, and the dry branches and leaves emitted plumes of gray smoke.

Suddenly, the flames that had been lit began to intensify rapidly, transforming into streaks of fire that lunged at Su Baiming in the sky!
Eight Yellow Turban Warriors stomped on the ground and shot into the air like golden cannonballs, protecting Su Baiming and quickly blocking the fire snakes.

Just as Su Baiming was about to unleash his lightning magic again to blast the man out, his vision was suddenly enveloped in white light.

"Boom!!!"

Before Su Baiming could react, five violent roars rang out in succession. Five thick bolts of lightning appeared out of nowhere and slammed Su Baiming, who was in mid-air, back to the ground.

The eight Yellow Turban warriors who were intercepting the fire serpent were enveloped in a glowing yellow light, and they all transformed into yellow talismans that floated down from the sky. "Cough cough cough"

In the crater blasted out by five bolts of lightning, Su Baiming struggled to his feet. A jade tortoise shell on his body rapidly shattered into fragments and fell to the ground, while many talismans and the whisk on his body turned to ashes.

With his face charred and his body covered in dust, Su Baiming trembled as he extended his charred and bleeding palm, the scarlet talisman in his palm having completely faded away.

Su Baiming's eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.

If it weren't for the secret treasures and protective talismans he always carried with him, that sudden burst of lightning would have already killed him!
The power of that thunder was almost comparable to the legendary heavenly thunder, far beyond what his so-called palm thunder technique could match!

"You can withstand much more blows than that tree demon."

A clear, playful voice suddenly reached Su Baiming's ears. Su Baiming quickly looked up towards the edge of the mine pit and saw a young scholar who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, still with a childish air, standing there, looking at him with a smile.

But in his eyes, that smile was full of malice.

Su Baiming seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the scholar with a look of horror on his face.

"It's you!!! You're Guo Yang!!"

"You're the one who orchestrated all of this?!"

Although Su Baiming had never met Guo Yang in person, he had seen the boy's portrait.
But how could that be?!
Niu Yi gently grabbed Su Baiming with his palm, and the disheveled old man slowly flew up and floated towards Niu Yi.

"Why don't you stay in Kunlun Mountain? Why do you have to come here to make trouble for me? What's the point?"

"Guo Yang!!! Your father was once a core disciple of my Kunlun Sect! You were also born a disciple of the Kunlun Sect! And I am the Enforcement Elder of the Kunlun Sect! I'm looking at you..."

Before Su Baiming could finish speaking, he saw Niu Yi's hand tighten slightly, and soon a series of crackling sounds came from his body.

Under Su Baiming's horrified gaze, as Niu Yi's palm continued to close, an unstoppable force caused his body to twist and contort.

"You are much weaker than I imagined, Elder Su."

Niu Yi watched the dying old man muttering to himself, but a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a golden light burst forth from Su Baiming's body, and a golden phantom holding a whisk and exuding an air of otherworldly elegance appeared from outside Su Baiming's body!

"Who dares to harm my Kunlun Sect members?!"

As soon as the golden phantom appeared, it roared at Niu Yi, but before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning as thick as a giant python struck the golden phantom!
"Boom!!!"

The phantom image that the old Taoist priest transformed into was indeed quite capable; it was only slightly dimmed after being struck by Niu Yi's palm lightning.

The golden phantom, however, froze, staring at Niu Yi with disbelief.

"This is the Way."

"Boom!!!"

Before the old Taoist priest could finish speaking, his body was enveloped in streaks of pale white lightning, and the booming sounds could be clearly heard throughout Jinhua City.

The bewildered city dwellers looked terrified, and someone shouted out the roar of the mountain god, nearly throwing the entire city of Jinhua into chaos.

A moment later, when Niu Yi's magical power was exhausted, the bursts of lightning stopped. The pit in front of him had become enormous, and Su Baiming and the golden phantom were no longer there.

Niu Yi did not withdraw his hand, but instead waved his hand towards the thunder pit, summoning back a black token that landed in his hand.

This token, forged from divine iron from outer space, was Su Baiming's elder token. However, with Su Baiming's death and the dissipation of his Dao, the name on the token also disappeared.

"This guy has probably harmed quite a few people. Even his soul was struck away by the extremely yang and powerful palm lightning."

Niu Yi shook his head, put the token into his pocket, turned around, and looked at Yan Chixia, who had appeared behind him at some point.

Looking at Niu Yi, Yan Chixia felt that all the sighs he had uttered in his entire life were less than the amount he had experienced in the past month with this young man.

"Actually, I should have guessed it beforehand. Why is it that when you cast a spell, there is no fluctuation of magical power, and why does it have such terrifying power?"

Yan Chixia stepped forward slowly, his gaze towards Niu Yi filled with complex emotions.

"Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, but in reality, all of us are cultivating the Dharma, only you have cultivated the Tao."

"Sigh, what a waste of my life."

Yan Chixia shook his head, picked up the wine gourd at his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip, seemingly intending to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Niu Yi looked at the sky, the light of the sun and moon flashing in his eyes.

The demonic aura today is indeed stronger than yesterday. With this demonic aura obscuring the view, it will be even more difficult for cultivators in this world to comprehend the Great Dao.

Even he himself encountered considerable obstacles. With his three thousand years of cultivation in his previous life, after so much time of comprehension, he could only sense a trace of the power of the Great Dao of Thunder, and the process became slower and slower as time went on.

"Senior Yan, I'm still far from being good enough."

"puff----"

Upon hearing Niu Yi's words, Yan Chixia spat out a mouthful of wine. He stared at Niu Yi, only to find Niu Yi looking up at the sky with a strange expression.

Yan Chixia knew that Niu Yi was not feigning modesty; perhaps the secrets and vision of this young man far exceeded his imagination.
(End of this chapter)