Black Journey to the West: The Imposter Star Lord

Chapter 82, Part 1 (First Update)

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Before we knew it, the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed.

An hourglass with rapidly flowing sand popped up in front of everyone.

The moment the hourglass was turned over, everyone rushed out in all directions.

Wu Peng originally wanted to team up with Cao Xing, but Cao Xing had already rushed out first, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wu Peng was taken aback: "So fast?"

Cao Xing acted so quickly not because he didn't want to be with Wu Peng, but because it was more convenient for him to act alone.

Of course, there was one more thing he was embarrassed to say, after all, Wu Peng's half-baked cloud-flying skills were really hard to describe.

After leaving everyone behind, Cao Xing held nothing back and unleashed the Five Phases Dragon Transformation Technique. Instantly, the surrounding soil churned, and a dense earthy aura gathered around Cao Xing, transforming into an earth dragon.

Cao Xing shuddered and used the Earth Escape Technique, disappearing into the ground like a mudfish. His figure vanished completely in an instant, and when he poked his head out of the ground again, he was already a thousand meters away. This speed was much faster than the Cloud Soaring Talisman.

In just a few breaths, when he peeked out again, a bright golden light flashed beneath a rock not far away; it was a piece of incense stick about the length of a thumb.

The incense sticks were entirely made of gold, emitting a unique fragrance amidst the golden light.

Cao Xing rode in his dragon form, his figure flashing past swiftly. With a flick of his tail, he snatched the stub of incense into his palm.

It was quite relaxing.

After putting the golden incense into his pocket, Cao Xing's figure once again disappeared a thousand meters away, heading straight for the golden incense closest to him.

Just a few breaths after Cao Xing left, the group descended from the clouds, looked around, and their expressions turned grim.

"Strange, it was right in front of me just now, how could it suddenly disappear?"

This group of people were monks from Guangyuan Temple, all around the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and they were pursuing the same scheme as Cao Xing and his group.

"Never mind, let's hurry, let's go to the next place!"

Seeing that the incense sticks had been taken away, the leading monk no longer hesitated and immediately used a cloud-riding talisman to rise into the air and head straight for the next incense stick.

This great monk's mastery of cloud-riding techniques far surpassed Wu Peng's; his speed was extremely fast, and he arrived at Jin Xiang's location in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing the golden incense stuck in the crevice of the rock, the great monk smiled and was about to descend from the cloud when, unexpectedly, the golden incense, which was so close at hand, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"ah!!"

The monk's smile froze instantly. His eyes widened like copper bells as he looked around, but he couldn't see a single person.

"Is this some kind of ghost?!"

The senior monk gritted his teeth and immediately accelerated towards the next location.

This time he exerted his full strength, and his speed was even faster than before.

But soon, the monk suddenly stopped, and saw that the golden lights in the distance were disappearing one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This speed was so fast that it exceeded the monk's limits, sending a chill down his spine.

Such a fast escape technique, could it be that he's at the Golden Core stage?

No, if they were at the Golden Core stage, they would definitely be vying for the larger Golden Incense Sticks.

Never mind, this person's escape techniques are superb; we can't catch him with just cloud-riding skills. Let's change direction.

The senior monk sighed helplessly and immediately changed direction.

What an exquisite earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique that allows one to escape through earth) technique!

In the audience, many people noticed Cao Xing's movements. After all, this kid was too fast. In such a short time, he had already collected five or six gold incense sticks around him.

[His speed is impressive, but he also possesses earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique for concealing oneself), making him virtually undetectable if one isn't paying close attention.]

[Those cunning observers above! They deserve to die!]

Some people started spitting and cursing, wishing the people at the upper temple would die immediately.

After the elimination of three factions and the confiscation of thousands of people in the previous round, those who were originally just there for the fun and excitement are now in a complete panic.

Originally, it was just a small loss of money, but now if I lose it all, it could be fatal.

Seeing that Shangfang Temple, whose strength was not even as good as Guangyuan Temple, was repeatedly in the lead, it naturally became the target of everyone's hatred.

Especially Wu Peng in the last round, he was completely fine, isn't that just being difficult?

Inside the teahouse, many tea drinkers were indignant, spitting and cursing, and insulting the person's entire family.

Zhang Qiang walked among the tea drinkers with his head down, his previous relaxed demeanor gone. He dared not utter another word of nonsense, serving tea, wiping tables, and carrying plates, as if he were a puppet.

It wasn't until I went to the counter to get a new kettle of hot water that I looked up and saw the glaring handprint on my face.

That slap was actually mild.

Even the shopkeeper had dark circles under his eyes.

"We have to win! We absolutely have to win!!"

The shopkeeper was slumped over the table, seemingly doing accounts, but his eyes were vacant.

He was clearly watching the process of stealing the incense through the Heavenly Net, muttering to himself, gritting his teeth, and looking tense.

When they saw that the Venerable Master of the Relic Realm at Baolin Temple snatch away the largest golden incense stick in one fell swoop.

The shopkeeper's tense facial muscles immediately relaxed.

Overjoyed, he looked up and saw Zhang Qiang standing there, looking dazed. He lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Qiang, you should throw some more points."

"Still investing??"

Zhang Qiang looked at the shopkeeper with a surprised expression.

"Put some money in, this is for your own good. Master Fahui of Baolin Temple has already attained the golden body of a relic, he's bound to win. The more we bet now, the better the opportunity for Baolin Temple, and the greater our chances of winning. Once Baolin Temple successfully wins the incense, your bet will multiply several times over."

The shopkeeper lowered his voice, becoming increasingly cautious as he spoke, glancing around frequently, afraid of saying the wrong thing and offending some powerful figure.

"I won't vote."

Zhang Qiang shook his head: "I've seen some people say that as long as the bet amount doesn't exceed three hundred taels, and you only need one thousand taels of silver on you, you can survive even if you lose. I only have a few taels of silver in total, so I can afford to pay back whatever I win or lose. I don't want to play anymore."

"How foolish! How foolish! If you don't invest and I don't invest, when will the master ever get ahead?"

The shopkeeper stomped his foot in anger, "That snake from the Spirit Saint Mansion, just because the bet amount was high, the golden incense was smashed directly on its head. A golden incense more than a meter long, what's the difference between that and giving it away for free? We can't let the master lose at the starting line!"

Zhang Qiang shook his head again, clutching his money bag tightly: "Shopkeeper, I'm going to get some water."

Seeing that the shopkeeper was about to continue persuading him, Zhang Qiang quickly picked up the kettle and left.

"Hey, you're so short-sighted!"

The shopkeeper pointed at Zhang Qiang's back, shook his head in regret, and then anonymously sent four enhanced bullet comments in Tianluo.

[Family members, the Master's Buddhist power is boundless. He wasn't stealing our incense; he was saving our lives.]

[Buddha guides those with affinity; today is our destined day. The Master is Buddha incarnate, sent to deliver us from the sea of ​​suffering.]

Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow. Let's invest another round, family and friends, to increase the master's chances of winning.

I'm going all in, you guys do whatever you want.

The four barrages of comments immediately drew responses from many people.

[That's right, I'm going all in too! Master, help me escape this sea of ​​suffering, Namo Amitabha.]

[Keep it up, Master! You're so cool!]

With eight eminent Buddhist monks from Baolin Temple performing major rituals, the blessings of relics from past generations of high-ranking monks, and a master possessing a genuine relic, I simply cannot imagine how they could possibly lose!

[That's right, that serpent from the Spirit Saint's Mansion hasn't even taken human form yet, and the others are even less worth mentioning. With nine high monks and six relics, the advantage is on our side this time.]

The barrage of comments was deafening, but a closer look at Baolin Temple's fund pool revealed that it had only increased by double digits.

Just then, another bullet screen popped up in front of everyone's eyes.

[Hint! You can purchase a special item, the Fragrance Mirror, by spending a certain amount of money.]

Everyone was overjoyed upon seeing this.

As its name suggests, the "Fragrance Mirror" can be used to mark those who steal incense after purchase. It can not only mark the location of the other party, but also the golden incense in their hand.

[Haha, quick, quick, this is getting interesting! Let's pull that little mudskipper out quickly!]

[That's so expensive! Marking the time it takes for an incense stick to burn costs five thousand taels of silver. Who can afford that?]

[Let's all gather around and highlight that mudskipper. Did you notice? In just a short while, he already has at least ten golden incense sticks in his hand. Even that Core Formation demon might not have as many.]

[Yeah, everyone, let's all chip in and stop Shangfangguan from stealing our thunder. That trash sect should have been wiped out long ago.]

[Who can argue with that? The last round was practically cheating; otherwise, it would have been Shangfang Temple that was eliminated. Juxian Temple died unjustly.]

At that moment, a barrage of comments targeting the viewer above began to pop up simultaneously.

"Aren't we going too far?"

On the high tower, Jin Lang frowned as he looked at the pop-up comments in front of him.

Xin Tianjun didn't care about that. Instead, he stared intently at Cao Xing: "If I'm not mistaken, this person should be a descendant of the Star Lord. Such a teleportation technique doesn't seem to be a technique from the mortal realm."

"Not bad, this kid lasted just as long as that red-scaled python in the last round, but what's strange is that I can't see any demonic aura on him," Yang Wenhui said.

"Hey! Hold on, whether there's demonic energy or not is not something we should be thinking about."

Xin Tianjun immediately signaled Yang Wenhui to stop there.

After all, they are juniors, but there are some things that shouldn't be investigated too deeply.

Yang Wenhui realized he had said too much and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of this kid's escape technique, if we don't put him to the test, who knows how long he'll be able to fish in troubled waters? Hurry up, let's hang a lamp for him first, consider it a perk we're giving to these people."

Urged by Yang Wenhui, Jin Lang reached into his waist and took out the treasure mirror. He raised the mirror in mid-air, and the next moment, a golden light pierced through the net and shone directly on Cao Xing.

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