Journey to the West Creation Technique

The story of the Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda imprisoning the Ghost-Faced Yaksha spread rapidly through the mouths of the school's apprentices.

Cultivators from all walks of life within the city and ordinary people outside the city were all filled with curiosity, all wanting to see the true face of this sinister and ferocious creature with their own eyes.

The school, taking advantage of the situation, stopped charging admission fees.

Each visit to the tower requires two Qingyun tickets, and a cultivator accompanies you to provide a detailed explanation of the Yaksha's origins and ferocity.

Anyone who entered the tower and saw the evil spirits was invariably thrilled, and they would gossip and boast about what they had seen and heard in the tower.

A popular saying has even circulated among the people: "He who has not seen the Yaksha is no true hero!"

The story spread like wildfire, becoming a popular topic of conversation among everyone in the Southern Underworld Guard.

Lu Chengjun had naturally heard about it, but he didn't want to go and was too lazy to join in the fun.

However, I had no choice but to go because my friend invited me.

Zhao Xuangang, along with Li Ang, Lin Che, Su Wan, and Lu Chengjun, traveled to the Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda to visit this "old friend."

They naturally do not need to buy tickets.

On the contrary, those monks or ordinary people who bought tickets had to wait and be shown the whole thing before they could enter.

Lu Chengjun even brought a tabby cat with him, and was still allowed to enter.

The five entered the Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. Zhao Xuangang stopped and stood there, looking at the demon-faced yaksha that was firmly bound by chains. He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Recalling the fierce battle at Ghostface Gully, he risked his life with a single sword strike, only to be slammed to the ground by the opponent's two claws, nearly losing his life...

Life and death hang in the balance, right before our eyes.

But now, the five of them are standing here unharmed, while this monster hangs in front of them, unable to control its own life or death.

The others, also moved by the scene, reminisced about the dangers of the past and savored the victory of the present.

Lu Chengjun remained calm throughout.

He cultivated the appearance of Sha Wujing, and was calm and taciturn.

Even though he felt the same sorrow in his heart, he simply stood quietly, smiled faintly, and remained silent.

Everyone was lost in reminiscing about the past, and no one noticed the tabby cat.

Amiya crouched quietly on the ground, raised her eyes and head, and found herself staring into the eyes of the demon-faced yaksha in the cage, exchanging glances.

Even Zhao Xuangang, who was right next to him, did not notice at all.

As the hunting party prepared to leave, the tabby cat remained crouched in place, silently exchanging messages.

Lu Chengjun called softly, "Amiya, it's time to go."

Upon hearing the noise, the tabby cat realized that everyone had already left, so she moved to follow them. Before leaving, she turned back and gave the demon-faced yaksha a deep look, her eyes unfathomable and full of hidden meaning.

After bidding farewell to the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the group had another meal together before dispersing.

Lu Chengjun carried the tabby cat back to his own courtyard.

The courtyard gate closed gently, and there was no one else around.

Amiya landed gracefully, her emerald cat eyes looking at Lu Chengjun. Then she spoke in human language: "Lu Chengjun, I need you to think of a way to let me be alone with the Ghost-Faced Yaksha. Hmm... it will probably take one or two hours."

Lu Chengjun remained calm, seemingly unsurprised. He had already sensed something amiss inside the Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, but had not revealed it.

He spoke calmly: "What did the Demon-Faced Yaksha say to you?"

Amiya lowered her cat head and answered truthfully, "It said that I share the same attributes and similar origins as it, and it is willing to transfer all of its Yin Sha cultivation to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile appeared on Lu Chengjun's lips.

"Meow... What are you laughing at?"

You've been fooled.

"Meow... Why did it lie to me?" Amiya asked, unconvinced.

Lu Chengjun sneered, "You might as well ask him why he gave you the power?"

"It was imprisoned; its life was worse than death!"

"No! It's trying to take this opportunity to possess another body and escape."

Amiya looked at Lu Chengjun, her cat-like face filled with resentment.

This is normal...

Opportunity knocks right in her face, but you tell her it's fake, a trap...

Anyone would be unwilling to accept this.

That's called greed!

"No! The primordial demonic power of the Demon King, the Sea-Overturning Crocodile, is sealed within me. The barrier is extremely strong; a mere Oni-Faced Yaksha could never forcibly seize my body!"

"That's not your power either! From beginning to end, you haven't possessed a single power that truly belonged to you. Think about why you turned from a human into a cat?"

At this point, Lu Chengjun said no more. He had already said enough, having cultivated the appearance of Sha Wujing.

……

into the night.

The moonlight was hazy, and a gentle evening breeze was blowing.

Amiya curled up by the window, Lu Chengjun's words echoing in her mind.

She was the priestess of the Demon King, and all her power came from him, which was only natural. She never believed that mortals could possess extraordinary power.

However, when she arrived at Nanmingwei, she witnessed firsthand how humans could possess magical power through cultivation, which greatly shocked her.

Even the demon-faced yaksha was imprisoned by human cultivators using their own power...

The Demon-Faced Yaksha's strength is already comparable to that of a divine messenger.

Although she carried the Demon King's original power, she could only use this power to frighten the lesser demons.

To truly harness the Demon King's power for one's own use, one must rely on oneself, just like human cultivators...

But how can I cultivate if I'm a cat?

Amiya turned to look at Lu Chengjun in the room...

……

Nanming Guardian.

A small market selling talismans.

The courtyard was small, with only a few vendors, all selling talismans.

Lu Chengjun learned the "Quicksand Technique" here, and now he has become a regular here.

In a corner of the courtyard, a young girl in a blue dress was tidying up her belongings.

Lu Chengjun stepped forward and called out, "Miss Li..."

"Young Master Lu, you're here again." Li Mengshu's eyes lit up. After all, Lu Chengjun was a big customer who was always generous and especially liked to exchange spirit stones for Qingyun tickets.

Lu Chengjun cut to the chase: "You said there's a kind of talisman that can induce dreams?"

"Yes, talismans made from koalas are especially suitable for inscribing spells in the dream realm of the soul," Li Mengshu quickly replied.

As she spoke, she quickly took out a talisman from the wooden box. The talisman was soft and had a gentle, warm aura.

"Bear skin?" Lu Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No!" Li Mengshu quickly explained, "The Dream Talisman is not made from the hide of a koala, but by collecting its shed soft down and mixing it with spiritual herbs to make pulp."

Lu Chengjun took the talisman and examined it carefully: "What's it for?"

"Sleep Technique"

"Can it be used in combat?"

Although Lu Chengjun didn't talk much, he always hit the nail on the head. Li Mengshu looked troubled upon hearing this, and a little sweat appeared on her forehead.

"My sect is trying to develop and improve the method in the direction of controlling the mind and suppressing sleep. But you should know how difficult it is to perfect and evolve a new method out of thin air. It is by no means something that can be accomplished overnight."

"What's the point if you can't fight with magic?"

"This talisman can stabilize the mind and induce lucid dreams, allowing consciousness to persist in the dream and the mind to remain clear."

Lu Chengjun returned the talisman to Li Mengshu and asked directly, "Who is your master?"

Li Mengshu frowned: "I...I learned at the academy, I didn't have a teacher."

"You just mentioned your sect?"

"Ah!" Li Mengshu suddenly realized that she had let something slip. Her cheeks flushed. "I am dull-witted and my magic is rudimentary. I have only learned the basics. If I were to reveal my sect, I would be afraid it would tarnish my master's reputation."

Lu Chengjun's expression remained unchanged: "Yan Cizhou?"

Li Mengshu shook her head.

"That's Liu Yunsheng."

Li Mengshu looked shocked, as if she couldn't believe it.

"How...how did you know?"

Lu Chengjun rolled his eyes: Among the eight Foundation Establishment masters of the Southern Ming Dynasty, only two are proficient in magic: Yan Cizhou and Liu Yunsheng.

Is that so hard to guess?

I never expected that the little girl who was setting up the stall was actually Liu Yunsheng's disciple.