Journey to the West Creation Technique

Although Sona cleanly and efficiently killed one person, the commotion was considerable.

The boar-men who had been chasing them ahead roared and charged back.

Sona, her face covered in snake scales, gave a cold smile. Holding a machete, she used the shadows of the trees and bushes to conceal herself as she disappeared into the dense forest once more.

With a light, serpentine step, he landed silently.

The group of boar-men consisted of about seven or eight people. They had been so eager to hunt that they had spread out. When they regrouped, there was only a headless corpse on the ground.

They surrounded their dead companion's body, chattering incoherently.

Anger, panic, disbelief...

They scanned the surrounding dense forest with fierce expressions, trying to find the hidden enemy, but they had no clue whatsoever.

The entire forest was eerily silent; not a single person could be found, as if the sharp glint of the blade just now was merely an illusion.

Of course it can't be...

The headless corpse on the ground, and the blood that had been spilled everywhere, served as a stark reminder to everyone.

How terrifying are the killers lurking in the shadows?

Just as everyone was on edge, a faint rustling sound came from the bushes on the left.

"Kill!" The boar-men instantly became excited, roaring and charging forward in a swarm.

The bushes were instantly crushed to pieces...

A black cat the size of a leopard glanced disdainfully at the boar-men.

Amiya personally intervened to create an opportunity for Sona.

Sona certainly didn't waste this opportunity; she suddenly appeared at the back of the group and slashed at the slowest hogman.

Broken skin, poisoning, stiffness...

The blade flashed again.

Heads fell to the ground.

After succeeding, Sona didn't linger for a moment. In a flash, she disappeared into the deep forest, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, two people were killed. No matter how fierce the boarman was, he was terrified.

Their shouts were more of a sound of terror than anger, as if they were trying to embolden themselves.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic, a boar-man with an exceptionally burly build strode over, wielding a heavy black hammer. He was the leader of the group.

The leader's gaze swept over the two corpses, and he said gravely, "There are powerful figures lying in ambush. We must leave!"

This time, the boar people had a leader, and they traveled in groups, at a leisurely pace, making it almost impossible for anyone to be left alone.

Sona lurked in the shadows not far away, a machete in her hand, her killing intent palpable.

Two assassination attempts in succession had worn away most of her concerns.

Follow them!

There will definitely be another chance.

She lowered her waist slightly and slipped out silently, but a figure suddenly blocked her way.

It was Lu Chengjun who said, "There's no chance anymore."

Sona's eyes were filled with resentment. She lowered her voice and said, "They're already like frightened birds. If we just create a little more noise..."

Lu Chengjun frowned slightly: "I said you have no chance."

"You'll help me!" Sona's eyes burned with determination.

"Give me the knife. If you want to die, go ahead and do it yourself," Lu Chengjun said indifferently.

Sona froze. This machete was incredibly sharp, practically a divine weapon. Without it, she would have no ability to take revenge.

It's really hard to part with them...

but……

Sona looked at Lu Chengjun, a hint of fear flashing deep in her eyes.

She simply couldn't afford to offend this man.

Sona knelt on one knee, holding the machete in both hands and raising it high above her head.

Lu Chengjun raised his hand and gestured, an invisible force swept through the air, and the long sword landed steadily in his palm.

This was nothing more than a simple manipulation technique, yet Sona was astonished by its brilliance.

Lu Chengjun held the machete in his hand, the blade still covered with a layer of emerald green snake venom.

In actual combat, this poison still has some use...

"How long will this poison last?" Lu Chengjun asked with great interest.

Sona's eyes flashed, instantly discerning his greed, and she deliberately guided him: "If this knife is blessed by the Serpent God, its deadly poison will remain forever."

Lu Chengjun sneered. How could he possibly go to see the Snake God for such a black iron cleaver?

Besides, while this poison is useful, it's not absolutely necessary.

So he smiled faintly and said, "I don't need it."

Sona felt a chill run down her spine and buried her head even deeper.

"How long can you maintain the effects of the poison at most?"

"With the blessing of my secret technique, it will take at most the time it takes to eat a meal," Sona replied, bowing her head.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Speaking of the road ahead, a deep-seated hatred suddenly surged in Sona's eyes: "Go to the White Serpent Temple, gather the remaining members of my clan, and pay for the blood debt in blood."

"I'll see you off." Lu Chengjun's eyes flashed.

"No need," Sona refused, turning and resolutely leaving.

Lu Chengjun turned his head to look at the tabby cat at his feet.

The tabby cat, already understanding his thoughts, nodded gently.

"The serpent god might be inside the temple. Follow him from a distance, but don't get too close." Lu Chengjun's words echoed in Amiya's heart.

"Meow..." The tabby cat let out a low, soft sound, echoing in its mind, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly confident at night."

Before the words were even finished, its body suddenly swelled and grew taller, instantly transforming into a black panther half the height of a person, its entire body shrouded in dark, malevolent mist—the very supernatural power of the Ghost-Faced Yaksha.

Sona and Amiya walked away one after the other, while Lu Chengjun stood still, looking at the machete in his hand.

He looked down at the machete in his palm; the emerald green snake venom that had just been on it was slowly fading away.

It is evident that to obtain a poisoned knife, one must have a warrior from the White Snake tribe with the ability to imbue it with secret techniques at any time and place.

Chicken rib...

Lu Chengjun hung the machete on his waist, stepped into the forest, and picked up two severed heads.

These are two normal human heads, just wearing wild boar masks.

When the warriors of the Black Boar tribe are blessed with divine power, they grow sharp tusks and strong fur, but their faces do not change.

Wearing this pig head mask, he almost became a humanoid pig demon.

Lu Chengjun picked up a head in each hand and strode into the woods.

The White Snake tribe's settlement still has flames that haven't been extinguished.

They threw the two heads into the fire...

That wasn't enough. Many people died on this battlefield, including many White Snake tribe warriors who perished in battle.

Don't waste...

Lu Chengjun raised his machete and chopped off their heads, throwing them all into the fire.

More than a dozen heads were charred black in the raging flames.

Lu Chengjun stood before the fire, channeling his earth-based magic into the heads.

Three heads actively absorbed the magical power infused by Lu Chengjun, spewing black smoke from the flames...

The other heads quickly turned to char and carbonize, eventually turning into ashes.

Only those three heads were different. Under the tempering of earth magic, they shed their filth, turned from black to white, and eventually gradually transformed into a warm and lustrous white jade.

Skull Rosary +3

The five skull beads were strung together with animal sinew and worn around the neck.

These illusory skeletons do not directly harm enemies, and activating them does not require much mana, but their function is currently somewhat limited.

Of course, these skeleton artifacts are only used for fighting enemies and are of no benefit to cultivation.

After all, in the story of "Journey to the West", after Sha Wujing followed Tang Sanzang on his pilgrimage, he no longer wore the skull prayer beads.

Around dawn...

A black panther shrouded in black mist appeared before Lu Chengjun.

"The army of the White Serpent tribe is here!"

Lu Chengjun nodded slightly, then turned and left.

As the black panther ran, it transformed into a tabby cat and leaped into Lu Chengjun's arms.

The man and the cat quickly disappeared into the forest.

Within the dense forest, the army of the snake people moved in an orderly fashion.

The front row holds swords, the back row holds bows.

The ranks were neat and orderly.

At the front of the formation stood a commander of the snake-people race.

He was tall and slender, his body covered in silvery-white scales, and his aura far surpassed that of others.

Sona, as a Silver Warrior, was just one of his many personal guards.