Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

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The Demon Lord Xiaoyue's burning gaze suddenly sharpened.

Instead, there was an incredulous astonishment, even tinged with offended anger.

"What did you just call that Flood Dragon Demon King?"

The Demon Lord Xiaoyue's voice suddenly rose in pitch, booming like muffled thunder, echoing through the valley:

"Xuan Ling...Brother Dao?!"

He emphasized each word heavily, as if he wanted to chew up the title:

"Master, even though you were fortunate enough to witness the might of the Dragon King."

"How dare I, with all my virtue and ability, address that Flood Dragon King as 'Brother Dao'?"

His enormous head drew closer, its breath carrying a foul, fishy stench:

"I, Xiaoyue, possess the land of nine mountains and command over ten thousand demon soldiers."

Hearing of the Flood Dragon Demon King's formidable reputation, they dared only hold him in awe, addressing him from afar as "Flood Dragon King" or "Great Demon Lord Xuanling"!

You are nothing more than a Taoist priest who hides in the valley refining weapons and pills, yet you dare to attach yourself to me like this.

Could it be that he truly knows he is about to die, and is therefore spouting nonsense, attempting to fool me with a replica of the Dragon King's Green Halberd?

He grew increasingly enraged as he spoke, his demonic aura surging once more, his sharp claws slightly raised, gleaming with a cold light.

"If you can't give a coherent explanation now, I'll tear you apart based solely on your blasphemous words!"

He was so angry that the hair on his body seemed to stand on end.

Xuanling, the Great Demon Lord, was someone Xiaoyue secretly admired and regarded as a benchmark for cultivation!

How can we allow this Ruyi Zhenren to attach himself to us so easily?

Master Tianyang, who was standing to the side, was also taken aback upon hearing this.

Clearly, they hadn't expected that Xiaoyue Demon Lord would take a title so seriously, or even react so strongly.

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They actually held this Flood Dragon Demon King in the highest esteem!

But then, an uncontrollable ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

This is truly an unexpected delight.

"What Lord Xiaoyue said is absolutely right! I also find it strange!"

Fellow Daoist Ruyi, I have known you for many years, but I never knew that you had climbed such a high branch as the East Sea Flood Dragon Demon King.

"Brother Dao"? Heh...

Could it be that, knowing he is doomed today, he is spouting nonsense, attempting to use... demon skin as a banner to deceive the Mountain Lord and this humble Taoist priest?

His tone shifted, becoming earnest and earnest, yet every word was like a knife, piercing the suspicions of the Demon Lord Xiaoyue:

"Mountain Lord, this man is cunning and treacherous. In order to save his life, what big words wouldn't he dare to say?"

If he truly had a past relationship with the Dragon King, why would we have forced him into such a desperate situation?

If the Dragon King knew, would he sit idly by? This clumsy lie falls apart on its own!

As Tianyang Zhenren spoke, he kept an eye on Xiaoyue Yaojun's expression, noticing that his anger was growing stronger.

His inward sneer intensified, adding fuel to the fire:

"The claims of such charlatans to imitate the Green Halberd are certainly baseless!"

He's just spouting lies to save his own life! Don't be fooled by him again, Lord Shan!

Upon seeing this, Ruyi Zhenren felt a pang of anxiety, but then he suddenly understood.

A great reputation can be used to repel enemies, but it can also bring disaster. There is no better example of fortune and misfortune being intertwined.

He raised his eyes, his gaze no longer flickering.

Instead, he calmly swept his gaze over the murderous-looking Demon Lord Xiaoyue and the smug and sinister-looking True Man Tianyang.

The wind in the valley seemed to pause slightly because of his abrupt calm.

"Lord Xiaoyue Mountain, the Old Daoist Tianyang."

Ruyi Zhenren's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two:

"Do you two know who is currently in seclusion and cultivating in the cave behind me?"

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The raging fury and killing intent of the Demon Lord Xiaoyue suddenly froze.

The enormous tiger's eyes widened in disbelief as it stared at the entrance to the deep, silent cave not far away, as if trying to see right through it.

An absurd yet chilling thought surged uncontrollably within him, causing his voice to tremble slightly:

"You mean the cave dwelling... could it be that person...?"

The Demon Lord Xiaoyue's Adam's apple bobbed, and he hesitated to utter the last name, but his eyes blazed with undisguised ecstasy.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Before Xiaoyue Demon Lord could finish speaking, Tianyang Zhenren interrupted him sharply, his voice shrill and piercing, carrying a hint of barely concealed panic!

"Even on the verge of death, you still dare to spread heresy and mislead the public!"

Master Tianyang forced himself to remain calm, and with a fierce but weak expression, he shouted:

"What kind of status does the Flood Dragon King Xuan Ling have? Why would he condescend to come to your remote valley for seclusion?"

He quickly racked his brains, trying to find a flaw:

"It must be a bluff!"

If the Dragon King is truly here, how could he not have noticed our fierce battle just now?

How could I allow you to be humiliated here? What a joke! What a ridiculous joke...

"Shut your mouth!"

Xiaoyue Demon Lord suddenly turned his head, his fierce eyes, like copper bells, glaring at Tianyang Zhenren, his voice like thunder.

The shock made Master Tianyang turn pale, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

His face was flushed and pale, but he dared not speak again. He just gripped the whisk tightly and looked at the dark cave entrance with a sinister gaze.

Clearly, he was furious, yet dared not truly provoke this ferocious demon.

After stopping True Person Tianyang, Demon Lord Xiaoyue urgently pressed True Person Ruyi for an answer, saying:

"Master! Tell me the truth!"

"Is the one cultivating in seclusion in the cave truly the Great Demon Lord Xuanling of Qingchi Ridge, that Flood Dragon King?"

His tiger-like eyes blazed with light.

He was filled with both ecstatic joy and deep fear of dashed hopes, and he even held his breath.

His tiger-like eyes blazed with light.

He was filled with both ecstatic joy and deep fear of dashed hopes, and he even held his breath.

However, before Ruyi Zhenren could respond.

An indescribable, vast aura surged forth from the deep cave.

As the breath passed by, the raging demonic wind in the valley suddenly subsided.

At first, it was like a gentle breeze rustling through the treetops, causing the grass and trees to bend low.

It instantly transformed into a silent tide, overflowing every inch of the valley and permeating every breath of air.

Then, the dense demonic aura and spiritual light of the Dao that filled the air all froze.

The massive body of the Demon Lord Xiaoyue suddenly stiffened.

He felt that his own powerful demonic energy, which was at the peak of his Golden Core, was as insignificant as a stream meeting the sea in the face of this silently spreading aura.

The Heavenly Yang Master standing to the side was struck dumb.

The fierce look on his face froze instantly, turning into a deathly pale ashes.

The silver whisk in his hand drooped softly, no longer able to gather any magical power.

His blood and qi surged, his soul trembled, as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing down on him, making even breathing extremely difficult!

The word "impossible" could no longer be uttered, because the aura itself had already explained everything.

This was something that Ruyi Zhenren could not fake; it was the aura possessed by a being that truly surpassed their imagination.

The valley was completely silent.

The wind stopped, the fire died down, and the sound faded away.

Only a silent aura of authority, like a surging tide, swept over everything, drowning out all the noise and murderous intent.

In their stunned gazes, the deep cave entrance rippled with light and shadow.

A figure in black robes slowly stepped out.

Chen Jiao remained calm.

His gaze swept across the valley, finally settling on the Xiaoyue Demon Lord and Tianyang Zhenren, who stood frozen like wooden puppets, showing neither joy nor sorrow.