Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 395 Belonging
Late at night, in the incense-burning space, a three-story pavilion.

Daojun stood amidst the golden light spots, gazing at the wondrous sword before him, slowly floating in mid-air, its divine aura restrained, its black and white colors interwoven.

This sword is the very same demonic sword wielded by the Demon Lord back then. Even though this sword is extremely powerful, the demonic energy it contains can even increase the demonic energy of an entire realm ten thousand years from now.

However, even after losing its master, it still could not escape the constant erosion of He Liansheng's purification, the power of the Daoist faith's incense, and the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Liaozhai world.

This sword is currently just an embryo capable of containing the power of the Heavenly Dao. Once the true spirit of the original body completes its cultivation and is infused with the power of the Heavenly Dao from the Liaozhai world, this sword will transform into a complete Heavenly Emperor Sword, suppressing an entire realm.

After pondering for a moment, Daojun stretched out his finger and pointed at the sword. Immediately, a golden light flashed across Daojun's finger and disappeared into the sword in a flash.

The sword remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

Daojun nodded slightly, waved his sleeve to put it into his sleeve, and turned to leave the pavilion.

Seven days later, Lü Yan stood at the foot of Daojun Mountain, bowing slightly awkwardly to the divine physician Daojun before him in farewell.

"This junior thanks Senior Daojun for taking care of me these past few days. However, my master at home is urging me to return to my cultivation as soon as possible, so I will take my leave now."

Lu Yan felt ashamed. Counting the previous time, he had already gotten drunk in front of Daojun twice. It was a pity that his cultivation had greatly improved and his confidence had increased, but he still ended up making such a fool of himself. Fortunately, he did not do anything shameful while drunk, otherwise how could he face people in the future?
Daojun's peach blossom wine is probably not an ordinary spiritual wine. It should be a medicinal wine that has been brewed for a hundred years. Such a spiritual wine is no different from a elixir.

Daojun nodded with a smile, watching Fuli lead Lü Yan away into the distance.

Meanwhile, Xue Shi and his group found Fang Cheng and Sun Simiao, who were counting medicinal herbs in the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain.

“Lord Fang Cheng, we have brought back all those involved in this matter and investigated them three times. There should be no mistakes or omissions.”

"They are all in the Divine Healer City right now. The city lord has already interrogated them and will sentence them according to the laws of the Divine Healer City."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng closed the medicine cabinet in front of him, nodded and smiled at the people behind him:

"You all really worked hard this time. The fact that this matter was resolved so quickly is all thanks to your great help."

"Lord Fang Cheng, you are too kind. We still have duties to oversee the four directions. If there is nothing else, we will take our leave now."

Fang Cheng nodded with a smile, watching the six lions leave together.

Sun Simiao, who was tidying up the upper medicine cabinet on Qingyun, closed the cabinet, slowly floated down on Qingyun, and looked at Fang Cheng with some doubt.

“Wealth can be tempting. Even if some people know that these things can save their lives, they can’t help but be greedy in the face of gold and silver. This has happened frequently in the past few hundred years with medicinal herbs and finished medicines, and in the end, the Divine Healer City has always resolved it.”

"Why do we have to trouble these gentlemen to handle this today?"

Fang Cheng turned to look at Sun Simiao, who had walked to the side.

"It wasn't that I deliberately troubled these people; rather, they discovered the matter themselves and volunteered to go and resolve it."

"Furthermore, these individuals now have the responsibility of inspecting the temples of the Dao Lords of the world, and I'd like to see how they handle this troublesome matter."

Sun Simiao nodded in understanding. Simply put, Fang Cheng also wanted to see if these people had enough ability to do this.

Compared to himself, a 'young man' who had only been a member of Daojun Mountain for a little over two hundred years, Fang Cheng, the second Guardian General of Daojun Mountain after Yuan Ze, truly had an incredibly deep affection for Daojun Mountain. And how could he not feel the same way now?

He has poured all his heart and soul into Daojun Mountain, a renowned holy land of medicine in the Three Realms.

On the other side, Lü Yan followed Fu Li away from Daojun Mountain and headed towards Tongtian River. When they passed through Tongtian River, they visited the old turtle again before continuing their journey towards the Zhongnan Mountain area.

At this moment, he had two gold-patterned cloth pouches at his waist, containing apricot wine and peach wine that Daojun had asked him to take with him, some of which were to be given to his master Zhongli Quan.

Lu Yan had asked Dao Jun why he was so kind to him, but Dao Jun just smiled and remained silent. So he planned to go back and ask his master himself.

As Lü Yan returned to the mountain, a conversation was taking place in the West Sea Dragon Palace.

“Brother, now that the Western Sea has stabilized, I should return to Mount Ling.”

In the Dragon Palace, Ao Moang looked at the handsome young man in white robes radiating Buddhist light before him, and a hint of relief appeared on his usually cold and hard face.

"Third brother, you've really worked hard this time. If it weren't for you, there would probably have been some trouble down below."

"Brother, what are you saying? The Dragon Palace is in trouble, how can I sit idly by?"

Ao Lie shook his head slightly, looking at the familiar palace around him with some emotion.

When he was cultivating on Mount Ling, he suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable grief.

Then a Buddhist master came to tell him that his brother Ao Rong had fallen into the demonic path, devouring sea creatures to cultivate. More than a dozen sea creatures had already been wiped out, and now he had been taken to the Demon-Slaying Platform for execution, where he died and his cultivation dissipated.

His father, the Dragon King of the West Sea, was also implicated and punished by being sent to guard the sea eye.

A grief-stricken Ao Lie knew that this incident would likely cause turmoil in the Western Sea. He immediately consulted with Buddha and set off to return to the Western Sea to help his elder brother resolve the situation.

"Alas, it's all my fault, elder brother. I could only watch as you got into trouble back then. Now that Ao Rong is cultivating the demonic path, I was completely unaware. This is my fault."

Ao Moang's expression remained somewhat cold and hard. He, as the eldest brother, was completely unaware that Ao Rong had secretly orchestrated these events, and he himself bore some responsibility. He still felt guilty at this moment.

He intended to go to heaven to plead guilty on behalf of his father, but his father stopped him.

The old Dragon King said that regardless of whether Ao Moang went or not, he could not escape the crime of lax supervision. If he and his son were both punished and not in the West Sea, then turmoil in the West Sea would be almost inevitable.

The old Dragon King wanted him to stabilize the situation in the Western Sea, which is why he has been staying here.

"Brother, don't blame yourself. This is not your fault at all. It was only because I was blinded by my own jealousy that I made such a big mistake. What does this have to do with you, brother?"

"When Lord Daojun came to see us back then, didn't he already say that Father was well and that he could return in five hundred years to take control of the Western Sea again?"

"Besides, our fourth brother is currently cultivating in Zhongnan Mountain and needs our help."

After Ao Lie's words of persuasion, Ao Moang's expression softened considerably. This brave, powerful, and unparalleled Crown Prince had also experienced much helplessness over the years.

(End of this chapter)