The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 223 The Newly Appointed True Lord of the Western Peak
As soon as the Dragon Slayer spoke, Si Chen of the Nine Elders Cave twitched his eyebrows. The quiet room suddenly became extremely quiet. He looked at the Dragon Slayer who bowed solemnly and couldn't help but admire him.

Ok, good, good!
That's a clever move; they went all in!

It's understandable, really. The entire Western Mountain pantheon is in disarray, not only clashing with the Eastern Mountain Lord of Mount Tai, but now also having a grudge against the original Western Mountain True Lord. At this point, only by siding with the Eastern Mountain can the Western Mountain pantheon be stabilized.

However, this Dragon Slayer seems so honest, why is he such a gambler?!
Go all in!
The Earth God of Mount Hua and the general of the Soul Suppressing Camp were shocked, but the Dragon Slayer Envoy was the strongest and most prestigious figure in the Western Mountain faction, so they naturally followed his lead.

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhou Yan ran his fingers along the edge of the wooden table and said:

"What does the Dragon Slayer mean by that?"

Duanlong said, "The Western Mountain commands the weapons and sharp metals. If the Western Mountain True Lord is not present for too long, the demons in the west will surely have ulterior motives. At that time, although the Supreme Tower will be open to the Dao, the surrounding people will inevitably be disturbed."

Zhou Yan thought of the situation in Dongyue.

After the death of the Duke of Taishan, almost all of the seventy-two peaks and thirty-six caves were occupied by demons and monsters. What the Dragon Slayer said was not an exaggeration. Zhou Yan thought for a moment and politely declined, saying, "I am still made of flesh and blood and am not a mountain spirit. I cannot take on this position."

"Instead of saying that the Dragon Slayer is highly respected in the Western Mountain, why doesn't he personally assume the position of Lord of the Western Mountain?"

Duanlong said, "The Western Peak is the most formidable of the Five Peaks. Although I have some skill, I would be cut down by the spear after only a few rounds when facing the True Lord of the Western Peak. How dare I bear the name of the Western Peak with such insignificant abilities?"

When the Dragon Slayer spoke, the True Official of the Green Bag and the Director of the Nine Old Caves felt somewhat uneasy, as they still felt pain in their bodies. The seemingly real yet illusory experience in the wooden house was still lingering in their minds.

It's an illusion because they are still alive after all.

The reason I say it's true is because if a real fight were to break out, the outcome would probably be just like what I experienced.

They joined forces and fought against the Western Peak True Lord, Golden Heavenly King, with a 70/30 split.

Xi Yue could kill the three of them in seven breaths.

Once you reach a high level in cultivation, each step forward is like crossing a mountain or river. It's unclear what's wrong with this world; the path to the third rank is as difficult as ascending to heaven, and while the fourth rank seems to be the best in the world, the gap between them is truly enormous.

The Dragon Slayer is someone who cultivates relentlessly, builds a strong foundation in the dragon race, and ultimately reaches the fourth rank.

As for the Five Sacred Mountains True Lords, since the heavens and earth are locked down and they have no authority, their highest rank is only the fourth grade.

Si Chen of Jiu Lao Dong glanced at Zhou Yan and silently hid his precious gourd even better.

He also understood the meaning of the Dragon Slayer Envoy. The Golden Heavenly King was already an absolute strong fourth-rank, but Zhou Yan was able to defeat the Golden Heavenly King head-on. His strength was so great that he could definitely live up to the name of the Western Mountain.

Si Chen of Jiu Lao Cave stroked his beard and said, "Although what Duan Long said was a bit too modest, everyone has witnessed the formidable strength of True Man Zhou. No one should have any objection to him taking on the position of True Lord of the Western Peak."

Qingnang Zhenguan said, "Absolutely, absolutely."

"I think so."

Duanlong said, "We dare not force you, Master. We only ask that you consider this. If you are willing, we will follow your lead." He cupped his hands and bowed deeply. The Earth God of Mount Hua and the general of the Soul Suppressing Camp followed suit and bowed as well.

Zhou Yan raised his hand in a gesture of support and said, "There's no need to rush this matter."

Although Zhou Yan finally understood the joy of fully supporting the earth veins and fighting on his home turf thanks to the blessing of the Zhongnan Mountain earth veins, who knows if there will be any problems if he simultaneously controls the positions of multiple Five Sacred Mountains True Monarchs.

However, even if he himself is not suitable to wield the Seal of the True Lord of the Western Peak.

Zhou Yan also decided to place the seal of the True Lord of the Western Peak in the hands of his own faction.

The memory of the previous calamity and the West Mountain True Lord cutting off the earth's veins is still fresh in Zhou Yan's mind. He has already made the Zhongnan Mountain area his main activity area. With the Lishan Old Mother and the Taishang Tower Taoist Temple, this is the Lord's happy old home.

He didn't want the Western Peak True Lord, who was a neighbor of this area, to cause any more trouble. Zhou Yan's mind raced, and he asked, "But speaking of the Western Peak Seal, has it been found yet?"

This one doesn't exist; everything else is just fluff.

A hint of guilt appeared on the face of the Dragon Slayer, and he said, "This is also one of the reasons why I came here. The Western Mountain guards the west, and the Geng metal is sharp. The white tiger transformed from the seal has the innate Geng metal energy. Not only is it fast, but its sharpness is also unmatched."

"Many of our colleagues have been harmed by this Geng metal energy."

"Although I took action and trapped it in a mountain, setting up a four-way inverted array to prevent this sharp Geng metal energy from escaping, I do not want to harm it. Ideally, I would capture the spirit alive, so I came here to seek help from Master Xiweizi."

The Dragon Slayer tapped his waist, and a stream of light carrying a scroll flew out.

He cupped his hands and said, "This is the visiting card I prepared beforehand."

"Please have the real person take a look."

Zhou Yan opened the scroll and saw that what was written on it was indeed a request for favors and a formal letter of introduction. Moreover, the language was very refined and polite, without the arrogant and domineering air that the True Lord of the Western Peak had shown before.

This Dragon Slayer is a rule-abiding citizen.

Zhou Yan recalled how his avatar had found the seal, only to be betrayed. He seemed lost in thought—

Is it the innate metal element (庚金)?
Currently, among the five elements of innate energy, he possesses water, fire, and earth. In terms of the five elements, he lacks metal and wood. Zhou Yan pondered this, and even if he were not to assume the role of the True Lord of the Western Peak, he still intended to obtain this seal and take a look.

So he said, "I wonder where you're trapped? Take me to see."

The Dragon Slayer was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed: "Is the True Immortal willing to take action?"

Zhou Yan said, "It's just a trial."

"The innate Geng metal energy is good at running, so I may not be able to find it."

The group went to the Huashan area. Zhou Yan's escape technique was a bit too crude, so they found Ao Xuantao instead. The old dragon rode the water vapor to turn into clouds and carried Zhou Yan and the others there. Logically speaking, this speed was not slow, but Zhou Yan found it somewhat boring.

Ao Xuantao drove everyone across steadily, like driving an old dragon car.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing at the swirling clouds and mist surrounding it, the West Mountain is extremely steep, with its peaks seemingly carved out by nature. Lotus Peak has distinct petals, while the summit of Wild Goose Peak is hidden in thin clouds. The plank road of Hundred-Foot Gorge resembles silver threads lightly wrapped around the cliff face. Occasionally, the figure of a woodcutter flashes through the gaps in the clouds before being swallowed by the mist.

The Dragon Slayer bowed respectfully from the clouds and said, "True Master, this is the place."

"Although we found a trace, the spirit of the artifact was so skilled at hiding that we had no choice but to seal off the trail little by little."

The Dragon Slayer was solemn and, being a member of the Dragon Clan, possessed immense patience due to his long lifespan. Undoubtedly, this Dragon Slayer intended to gradually tighten the encirclement, and after a year or two, he would eventually be able to find the Western Mountain Seal.

In that case, he came to seek assistance from the Taishanglou Temple.

Is this actually a concession, the intention of the alliance?
Zhou Yan tasted something and looked at the solemn and tall man.

Using the guise of seeking the imperial seal to actually form an alliance is indeed bold and meticulous.

No wonder he's Xiyue's right-hand man; he's incredibly shrewd and efficient at handling matters, though he tends to overthink things...

wrong.

Zhou Yan suddenly realized that, given Xi Yue's extremely arrogant and self-centered nature, coupled with that peacock, could it be that among the original Xi Yue faction's high-ranking members, only the Dragon Slayer Envoy was reliable, and that all along, it was actually the Dragon Slayer Envoy who carried out Xi Yue's official duties?

That must have been really tough.

Zhou Yan sighed, nodded, and his eyes widened slightly, rippling with emotion. In an instant, the clouds and mist surrounding the mountains before him vanished from his sight.

Golden ripples flowed, and in just a moment, the location of the seal was found.

The seal was a celestial artifact, now transformed into a small white tiger, lazily lying on a rock yawning. Seemingly sensing something, its ears perked up alertly as it looked around.

"The essence of Western Geng metal, combined with the earth's veins and mountain spirits, transforms into the White Tiger." "That's to be expected."

Zhou Yan's divine eye swept across the area and saw invisible spiritual light rising around the mountain, transforming into crimson streaks that sealed off the location to prevent the seal spirit from escaping.

Zhou Yan pointed out the location of the seal's spirit.

“Dragon Slayer, look, the spirit of the artifact is right there.”

Duanlong Shi admired him and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Your skill is truly remarkable. Since you have pointed out the location, we shall give it a try." He then selected several mountain gods from the Western Mountain lineage, each displaying their abilities as they vanished into the earth, attempting to capture the artifact spirit.

However, the spirit of the artifact, the White Tiger, was so agile that several mountain gods tried various methods but could not find or catch it. Zhou Yan could see clearly that the spirit was pure Geng metal energy, while these mountain gods were all earth vein power, earth produces metal, so how could they catch it?

Duanlong remained calm, intending to slowly search the mountain to capture him.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and said, "I do have a method." Duanlong Envoy said, "Please speak, Master."

Zhou Yan lifted the yawning white jade lion cat off his shoulder and said:
"Do you want to try catching it?"

This white jade lion cat is the Lion King, the mount of the monk Kongkong. It is skilled in the Azure Lion Glazed Fire. It fought with the Weaver Girl in the ley lines before, burning the Weaver Girl's cave to the color of glazed glass.

Although this incident severely damaged his vitality, and his current strength is not as good as before, leaving him with only a mysterious Mahayana Buddhist supernatural power, he still has some chance of winning by using fire to overcome metal.

The white jade lion cat raised its head and yawned.

"Do not."

The cat, with its paws tucked in, said, "I'm a cat."

"What happened to the cat?"

"Cats don't need to work to get food and shelter!"

"You still need to take good care of me."

"No, you are to support me!"

The white jade lion cat is lazy and very proud.

I wonder how Manjushri used to raise cats.

Zhou Yan smiled slightly, reached out, and tapped the cat's head with his fair and slender hand, turning the cat's head towards the Gengjin Seal. He said in a seductive tone, "Take a close look, what is the true form of that seal?"

"What is it?"

"It can't be..."

The white jade lion cat's eyes widened as it saw a small white tiger lazily yawning on the seal. From a feline aesthetic perspective, the seal's spirit possessed a wisp of innate Geng metal energy, and it was truly extremely handsome and beautiful.

Bang bang bang!
The white jade lion cat's heart was pounding, and its eyes were wide open.

Zhou Yan said, "Once you find it, you can become friends with it, and then..."

boom! ! !
The blue glass fire exploded, shaking Zhou Yan's palm away.

The white jade lion cat was breathing heavily.

Before Zhou Yan could finish explaining his plan to have the white jade lion cat force the white tiger artifact spirit to appear with fire, it had already flown out uncontrollably.

"Good heavens!!!"

"Little White Tiger, I'm here!!!"

Zhou Yan's lips twitched.

No, you perverted cat!
I haven't finished speaking yet!
No wonder your little ball got enlightened; it's no wonder.

A ball of azure-blue flame emanated from the lion cat, which leaped down the mountain with incredible speed, heading towards the white tiger artifact spirit. The Dragon Slayer paused for a moment, then said, "Is this cat the Eight-Leaf Immaculate Lion King?"

"He wouldn't do anything to our White Tiger artifact spirit, would he?!"

The Dragon Slayer was somewhat worried.

Lord Zhou, his hands hidden inside his dark blue Taoist robe, smiled gently: "It's alright. Manjushri was worried about this kind of thing and took some precautions beforehand. At most, he'll lick the seal clean, or maybe he won't even be able to do that."

The Dragon Slayer was stunned.

The True Official of the Green Bag, the Director of the Nine Old Caves, seemed to be deep in thought.

Zhenyin Zhenwang said, "So that's how it is."

"He was castrated."

"Cough cough cough-"

The Earth God of Mount Hua burst out laughing.

Zhou Yan said, "No, it's just, um..."

Lord Zhou felt that although the lecherous cat flew away before he could finish speaking, he still had to give some face to the cat he was currently raising, so he said, "It was just that the Eight-Leaf Immaculate Lion King had transformed himself and gone to pursue the edge of Buddhism and the world."

Zhenyin Zhenwang nodded: "I see."

After a moment of silence, Zhenyin Zhenwang, seemingly wanting to ease the tension, said:
"The Dharma is truly incredible."

Zhou Yan couldn't help but turn his head, his shoulders trembling violently.

The lion cat transformed into a ball of crystal fire, chasing after the white tiger spirit. The white tiger transformed into a golden light, and fire countered golden light. The two became entangled, and finally the white tiger was forced to retreat to an open space with nowhere to escape.

The white tiger transformed, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, its fur bristling.

The lion cat said, "Little kitty, little kitty, come here."

"Hehehe, don't run away!"

"You can't escape my grasp."

"A kitten like you is born to be kissed by me. Come here, let me kiss you."

The White Tiger spirit lay prostrate on the ground, opening its mouth to let out a low roar. It caught sight of the enormous blue lion fire that blotted out the sky, and saw the somewhat familiar faces of the Dragon Slayer and others. After a few roars, it resolutely turned its head.

The two guys were fighting, which caused the surrounding clouds and mist to turn into water vapor and fall.

A place that no one noticed.

There was a little guy squatting there, doing something I don't know.

As the Geng Metal White Tiger turned its head and charged forward, it crashed directly into the little one's body. She subconsciously raised her head, revealing a blank little face, dark eyes, and a state that seemed neither alive nor dead.

It's Xiao Hui's mother.

(End of this chapter)