Daily Intelligence: From Water Snake to Jinghe Dragon King

Chapter 224 Liu Qing Severes Guanyin's Divine Thought, Golden Hoop Immortal Intercepts the Sect's Powerful Power

At this moment, the Water Bodhisattva was no longer the same as before, with his eyes closed, expression blank, and reactions mechanical.

The Water Bodhisattva flicked Liu Qing's Panlong Eight-Tone Cone with his finger. With a loud thud, the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone flew back and hit Liu Qing's chest. The huge rebound force sent Liu Qing flying hundreds of feet away.

Liu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, his divine power surging wildly within him, and he was already seriously injured. He quickly swallowed a handful of Water Essence Pills and Soul Nourishing Pills to calm his injuries.

The Great King Linggan hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed to the Water Bodhisattva: "This humble demon Linggan greets his master—"

"Useless trash! You can't even handle this small matter properly, and you let them attack your lair. If I didn't need you to save me from another hurdle, I would have killed you right now!"

The beautiful face of the Water Bodhisattva was now filled with coldness, a far cry from the compassionate and merciful appearance of legend.

King Linggan was so frightened that he trembled and transformed back into a three-inch red goldfish, swimming around and trying to please the Water Bodhisattva.

The Water Bodhisattva looked at Liu Qing.

An overwhelming pressure descended, causing Liu Qing's body, which had just stood up, to bend over again.

"The Guanyin of the South Sea is nothing special? Heh, a little snake dares to utter such boastful words?"

"If I weren't going to use you as a sacrifice later, I would have skinned you alive for offending me just now. But although I'm sparing your life for the sake of the bigger picture, you're still subject to punishment!"

The Water Bodhisattva walked barefoot on the water, and suddenly pressed down. Liu Qing felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. No matter how hard he tried, he could only watch himself being suppressed and collapsing to the ground.

The divine power within his body seemed to have solidified, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Island in the middle of the lake.

The strands of willow green hair that were wrapped around Bai She'er's fingertips suddenly burst into flames. Her expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly pulled Hong Gu, who was about to win a game of mahjong across the hall, and rushed to the bedroom.

Despite the strange talent she possessed, no matter how hard Bai She'er and Xing Gu tried, they couldn't summon Liu Qing.

"My love, sob sob."

"The Jing River Dragon King with the broken leg is still the Jing River Dragon King! —"

With a flick of his finger, the Water Bodhisattva unleashed a blade of nothingness that tore through space and reached Liu Qing's legs.

"Fuck you, Dragon King of the Jing River! I'm just Liu Qing!"

Liu Qing's pupils immediately turned bloodshot, his blood and qi reversed their flow, and his innate talent, Boiling Blood, was activated. In an instant, hot blood surged within his body, and white mist rose from his body. The divine power of authority that had been previously suppressed surged once again.

The sword intent of the Jie Sect, which had been dormant for a long time, became excited, and bursts of sword cries resounded in Liu Qing's mind.

"cut!--"

Liu Qing pointed his fingers together and slashed out. A terrifying sword light flew out from Liu Qing's two fingers, splitting the air, water mist, and space in its path in two.

The Water Bodhisattva's eyes suddenly bulged, and his head fell off his neck.

After the Intercepting Sect sword intent severed the Water Bodhisattva's head, it was still unwilling to fly back. It repeatedly tore through space, piercing countless holes in the Water Bodhisattva's two halves of his body, finally pulverizing them into powder before stopping.

I know that your Jie Sect hates this person, but what does it have to do with your mere sword intent? Why do you have to destroy the corpse to vent your hatred?

The King of Inspiration was stunned once again, his heart shattered into pieces, and he could no longer muster any courage.

This is a wisp of Guanyin's spirit descending from the South Sea. Although its revealed aura is only at the Fifth Qi Realm, its methods are enough to crush any Fifth Qi Realm demon king. Even the Three Flower Realm demon saint and the Golden Body Realm Great Saint would find it difficult to escape suppression in front of it.

Yet even such a terrifying being was slain by a mere demon at the early stage of the Dharma Realm!
The slaying of a demigod of Guanyin of the South Sea is the most earth-shattering event in the Three Realms in nearly a thousand years.

How did he do that?
How dare he do that?
The King of Inspiration huddled under a lotus flower, trembling.

"Haha, haha, the Guanyin of the South Sea is nothing special!"

Liu Qing slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the Water Bodhisattva who had been beheaded and then torn to pieces, and laughed loudly to vent his frustration.

The laughter was deafening, shaking the heavens and the earth. The cave was filled with muffled rumbling sounds, followed by a dense cracking sound of cracking.

boom--

The entire cave shattered.

The King of Inspiration spat out a mouthful of divine blood, collapsed weakly to the ground, and just as Liu Qing regained his footing, he noticed a giant hand appearing above his head.

The enormous hand, which covered the sky and the earth, tore apart the cave world of the Great King of Inspiration, and its momentum did not wane, so it struck Liu Qing again.

"You beast, how dare you distract me! You cannot be allowed to live any longer!"

"Even without the Jing River Dragon King, I will use the Wei River Dragon King as a sacrifice. The Three Realms will not miss another wicked creature like you!"

The sky was filled with swirling clouds and flashing lightning. Gale-force winds swept through the air, whipping up sand and stones. In the distance, volcanoes spewed lava and billowed black smoke. Nearby, rivers surged backward and torrential rain poured down. In an instant, the entire sacrificial realm resembled the end of the world.

All living beings within the sacrificial realm cried out and begged for mercy as they watched the enormous hand that threatened to destroy everything, overwhelmed with fear.

The large hand continued to slap downwards.

A terrifying power pressed down on Liu Qing.

It felt as if a mountain was pressing down on Liu Qing's back; her legs trembled, and her once straight back slowly bent down.

The Boiling Blood talent has only one breath left to last.

Liu Qing frantically activated his Boiling Blood talent, struggling to lift his head. Looking at the large hand swatting at him like a fly, his eyes were filled with defiance and ferocity.

He roared deafeningly, "I'm a beast? You're not even as good as me, you ungrateful traitor!"

boom--

The surging dark clouds, the streaking lightning, and the raging winds seemed to be paused instantly.

The beings within the Dharma Realm, who were hastily fleeing to avoid being caught in the crossfire, looked at Liu Qing with expressions of shock.

Don't hit someone in the face, don't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses. Brother, you're going to go all out right in front of my face. Are you afraid you won't be completely defeated?

It was visibly that the large hand that was slapping down seemed to tremble slightly.

Her originally smooth and flawless skin instantly turned as red as blood.

Faintly, from the extremely distant Kunlun Mountains, the cheerful sound of bells rang out. A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a Bagua immortal robe appeared, just like many years ago. It was a pity that now, in the vast Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountains, only he remained.

The middle-aged Taoist chuckled, seemingly quite pleased, and struck the mountain-suppressing bell repeatedly. The sound of the bell drifted from the Jade Void Palace, like slaps on a large hand.

The large hand seemed even more ashamed and indignant, almost dripping blood.

Enraged, the large hand suddenly increased its speed, slamming down towards Liu Qing with an aura of annihilation.

Just as Liu Qing was about to unleash the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, determined to pierce her even in his dying moments, his Blood-Draining Talent expired, and a wave of emptiness washed over him, causing Liu Qing to tremble and nearly collapse. At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Liu Qing.

The figure pressed a finger against Liu Qing's back, and instantly a powerful surge of magic power flowed into his body. The sword intent within him, which he had obtained from the token of the Jie Sect disciple, seemed to see a relative and joyfully merged with it.

The backlash from Liu Qing's original Boiling Blood talent disappeared, and his previously injured internal organs and bones were also completely healed.

Liu Qing was covered in blood.

He felt an unprecedented power, and facing the massive, overwhelming hand about to strike, he felt a surge of anger, as if his dignity had been violated, that needed to be vented.

"kill!--"

Liu Qing roared and swung the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone fiercely.

A spear beam, infused with innate killing intent and the sword intent of the Jie Sect, flew out and slashed across the large hand.

The enormous hand that had been covering the sky suddenly paused, then exploded and vanished into nothingness.

Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, Purple Bamboo Forest.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the wound on her right palm, where sword intent raged. No matter how powerful she was, she could not erase this wisp of sword intent.

Her pupils constricted, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the sword intent in her palm: "Uncle-Master, is it you who has returned?"

"After the Investiture of the Gods, wasn't you taken to Zixiao Palace for seclusion by your grandmaster?"

"If it really is you, Uncle-Master, then has my master also returned?"

Thinking of this, Guanyin Bodhisattva trembled uncontrollably. Even with her extraordinary cultivation, she could not suppress the fear in her heart.

He said he abandoned Taoism for Buddhism, but in reality, as the snake demon said, he had forgotten his ancestors. When he and his fellow disciples entered Buddhism during the Investiture of the Gods, it was the way of Heaven. But now another great calamity has arrived. What will the way of Heaven be this time?
The Journey to the West was supposed to bring Buddhism to the East and make it flourish again. The Heavenly Way was set long ago, but the sages are also part of the Heavenly Way. Now that Uncle Tongtian, who represents one of the Heavenly Ways, has returned, does that mean that the Heavenly Way has changed?

Guanyin Bodhisattva tried to calculate with her fingers, but no matter how she tried, she could not predict the future course of Heaven. Her expression was uncertain, and she immediately set off on a cloud towards the west.

The sword intent flew out, but never returned. Liu Qing thought to himself that he had lost a means of self-preservation. He should have been sad, but when he thought of the person behind him, his heart surged with emotion.

Liu Qing turned around.

Before him stood a Taoist priest, dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, with a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows, and a rusty, unsheathed sword loosely tied at his waist, who was smiling at him.

Liu Qing immediately performed a Daoist bow and respectfully said, "Disciple Liu Qing greets Master—"

The Taoist priest raised his eyelids slightly: "You snake, you really have a thick skin. When did I say I wanted to take you as my disciple?"

Liu Qing's expression froze. "Damn it, what kind of logic is this? Didn't you receive my offerings for many years before?"
Why has the situation changed now? Liu Qing felt uneasy.

The Taoist priest suddenly chuckled: "You really can't stand being teased. I was just kidding. Since I've accepted your incense offerings, it means I've accepted you as my disciple."

This old man is truly terrifying. He even treats such an important matter as becoming a disciple as a joke. He truly lives up to his reputation as the unconventional and unrestrained Tongtian Sect Leader.

At this moment, another figure flew in from within the sacrificial realm. After landing, Liu Qing recognized the person as the mountain god of Beizhong Mountain, whom he had met once before.

"Teacher, is this your newly accepted junior disciple?"

The Taoist priest nodded, and Liu Qing's heart stirred. He quickly performed a Taoist bow: "Liu Qing greets Senior Brother—"

Those who can address me as 'teacher' like I do must also be disciples of the Jie Sect. However, after the Great Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, very few disciples of the Jie Sect remain.

The mountain god of Beizhong Mountain before us is a powerful figure who has attained the Dao and whose physical body is still intact. He is not a powerful figure from the Jie Sect who was enshrined as a god but whose soul was left behind during the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods. So who is he?

Seemingly anticipating Liu Qing's doubts, the mountain god of Beizhong Mountain laughed and said, "Senior brother, I am called Golden Hoop Immortal. Greetings, junior brother."

Liu Qing suddenly realized.

After the Investiture of the Gods, among the powerful figures of the Jie Sect, apart from Wuyun Xian, one of the four disciples, only Jin Gu Xian, one of the Seven Immortals, survived.

As for the other nameless and surnameless disciples of the Jie Sect, most of them either went to the Western Paradise or the Heavenly Court, or died of old age when their lifespan was exhausted.

"Teacher, junior brother, this is not the place to talk. Please come to my gambling den and find some shelter for the time being."

The Taoist nodded, tapped his feet, and vanished instantly.

Liu Qing looked at the Inspiration King and thought for a moment, "Now that I have a powerful backer, I'll see if I have the qualifications to overturn the game."

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in Liu Qing's eyes, and the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone suddenly pierced through the main body of the Inspiration King, then lifted it up and looked at the sky.

The Golden Hoop Immortal smiled, made no comment, and glanced sideways at the sky.

With a tremor of the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, Liu Qing shattered the heart of the Great King Linggan, severing his physical body. Then, he tore out his soul and had the Yin Jade Spirit Banner erase his consciousness.

In an instant, the sky darkened, and thunder rumbled, as if an indescribable terror was about to descend upon Liu Qing.

"roll--"

"How dare you interfere in the actions of my junior brother from the Jie Sect?"

Suddenly, a tremendous aura rose from the Golden Hoop Immortal's body. With a flick of his sleeve, the churning dark clouds and violent lightning vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother!"

Liu Qing spoke from the heart. For the first time, he felt the benefits of having a powerful backer. In the past, he would not have dared to do such a thing, killing a named monster who carried the fortune of the Journey to the West. Even if he had the courage to kill him, he would have faced countless difficulties afterward, as he would have been secretly hunted down by enemies from heaven and earth.

Now that they have a powerful backer, even though that backer has weakened, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and the Heavenly Court and Buddhism cannot underestimate them.

After the death of the Great King of Inspiration, the Dharma Realm of Authority that it evolved was torn apart by Guanyin's great hand. Now, the shattered Dharma Realm has reappeared. Liu Qing opened his mouth and sucked in all the treasures within the shattered Dharma Realm into his mouth pouch cave.

The poor turtle spirit Yuan Haowen, now dead in body, only had a wisp of soul left. Liu Qing found it in the Dharma Realm of the Great King Linggan, comforted it, and then placed it inside the Yin Jade Spirit Banner to nurture it.

They will later deify him.

However, before inserting the Yin Jade Spirit Banner, Liu Qing instructed Yuan Haowen's demon soul to gather its own bad luck so as not to affect him.

Seeing that Liu Qing had temporarily finished his miscellaneous tasks, the mountain god of Beizhong Mountain, Jin Gu Xian, led Liu Qing to the gambling den.

On the way, Liu Qing was puzzled and asked, "Senior Brother, you are also a dignified ancient immortal, so why are you willing to condescend to a mere seventh-rank mountain god?"

"Firstly, to cover our tracks, after our teacher was trapped in Zixiao Palace, our Jie Sect fell apart and became coveted by various forces. Some of our fellow disciples were captured and killed. As their senior brother, I was powerless to help them, so I had no choice but to go into seclusion in the Beizhong Mountains."

"Secondly, this Beizhong Mountain is the ancient battlefield of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation during the Investiture of the Gods, and it is the burial place of the souls of my fellow disciples in the Jie Sect."

"Senior brother, I am willing to take on the role of the mountain god of Beizhong Mountain. In fact, I am doing this to guard the tombs of my fellow disciples in the Jie Sect, so that their remains will not be used by others to refine magical artifacts and pills."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing blushed.

(End of this chapter)