Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Chapter 145 Golden Horn and Silver Horn

The testing objective has been achieved; now it's time to get down to business.

If we really kill Bashanhu and Yihailong, things will become complicated, and it will attract endless pursuit from Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Let's give them a way out for now and go with the flow.

"What? You want to make peace just because you can't beat them?" the weasel said coldly.

Bashanhu coughed and forced an ugly smile: "Brothers, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! We were only following the King's orders to search for thieves. We only offended you because we didn't recognize you. Now it seems that you two are very capable and act with integrity. How could you be the kind of petty thieves who steal chickens and dogs?"

Yi Hailong clutched his chest and echoed, "Yes, yes, we brothers were blind and offended you both. Please forgive us."

The weasel snorted coldly and didn't reply, seemingly still angry.

The scene froze for a moment.

After a moment, the weasel slowly withdrew the black liquid around its body, its tone softening slightly: "My brother and I understand your difficulties, but the purple-gold gourd you mentioned earlier—"

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping across Bashanhu and Yihailong's faces.

Bashanhu and Yihailong tensed up and pricked up their ears.

"I have heard about the whereabouts of that purple-gold gourd," the weasel said slowly.

"Really?!" Bashanhu blurted out, his eyes gleaming with surprise.

"My brother, who narrowly escaped death, mentioned the purple-gold gourd intermittently before he died, and it seems that it was taken away by Sun Wukong," the weasel slowly recounted.

Bashanhu and Yihailong were overjoyed upon hearing this. Regardless of whether the weasel was telling the truth or not, as long as they had clues about the Purple Gold Gourd, the king would not only not blame them, but would also reward them handsomely if they brought people back.

As for whether this clue is true or false, Your Majesty naturally has the means to discern it. If it is false, Your Majesty will take action, and these two fellows will have no chance of escape.

"Excellent!" Bashanhu stepped forward, his attitude becoming extremely warm. "Since you two brothers know the whereabouts of the magic treasure, you are truly honored guests of our Lotus Cave! Would you be willing to return to Lotus Cave with us brothers to explain to our two kings in person? If the kings can retrieve the magic treasure, there will be a great reward!"

Yi Hailong also cupped his hands and said, "Yes, it's good that you two come back with us. It will be easier for us to report back. His Majesty is eager to recruit talented people. Seeing that you two are highly skilled, he might even recruit you."

The two demons spoke sweet words, but in their hearts they were filled with resentment. Once they reached the Lotus Cave and entered the Great King's territory, these two arrogant fools would be at his mercy.

The weasel and the cat demon exchanged a glance, seemingly communicating with each other using their spiritual senses.

After a moment, the weasel nodded and said, "Very well, my dead brother also entrusted me to avenge him. Since that gourd belongs to your king, we will make a trip and tell your king the clues, as a way of making a good connection."

"Please! Please, you two!" Bashanhu was overjoyed and quickly stepped aside to make way for them.

A life-or-death struggle was temporarily quelled amidst everyone's scheming and ulterior motives.

Pingdingshan, rugged mountain road.

Bashanhu and Yihailong led the search party and cleared the way.

The weasel and the cat demon, two clones, followed closely at the back of the group.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, so the cat demon clone hunched its neck, adopting a cautious demeanor, and quietly approached a small, one-horned demon carrying a flag.

"Brother," the cat demon clone lowered his voice, "may I ask how many people there are in Lotus Cave? What are the temperaments of our two kings like? Are they fierce?"

"Our Lotus Cave is teeming with countless lesser demons, covering the entire mountainside! Within this radius of eight hundred miles, who dares to provoke us? As for the two great kings—"

The little demon paused, a hint of reverence in his voice, "King Golden Horn is calm and doesn't usually get angry, Silver..."

King Jiao is a bit hot-tempered and decisive in killing, but as long as we do our job well, he is quite kind to his subordinates and is never stingy with rewards.

The cat demon clone nodded repeatedly, looking grateful and saying, "Thank you for your guidance, brother."

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, the view opened up, revealing a huge stone cave halfway up the mountain.

Above the cave entrance, three large characters are carved as if by a knife and axe: Lotus Cave.

Although the outer perimeter of the Lotus Cave was filled with demonic energy, deep within that energy, there was a faint trace of pure Taoist energy.

Fan Yuan understood perfectly.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn were originally attendants tending the furnace in the Palace of the Supreme Lord Laozi. After descending to the mortal realm as demons, they naturally carried the foundation of the Taiqing lineage, a background that ordinary grassroots demon kings could not compare to.

"Brothers, please come inside with me!"

Bashanhu glanced back at his two clones before striding into the cave.

The cave is extremely spacious, with torches stuck in the stone walls on both sides, their flames flickering.

In the center of the main hall, there are two armchairs.

King Golden Horn frowned, clutching an empty wine cup in his hand, while King Silver Horn was furious, his chest heaving violently.

"Your Majesty!"

Bashanhu and Yihailong stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "The search team is back! We caught two wandering demons in the back mountain. They claim to be from the Boyue Cave of Wanzishan Mountain and know the whereabouts of the Great King's gourd!"

Upon hearing this, both Golden Horn and Silver Horn raised their heads simultaneously.

Swish!

Two tangible gazes instantly passed over Bashan Tiger and locked onto the weasel and cat demon following behind.

Those two gazes carried a terrifying pressure.

Pfft!Pfft!

The two clones, the weasel and the cat demon, immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling violently as if being shaken.

If a lowly demon doesn't tremble when facing a powerful demon of this level, that would be its biggest weakness.

"you----"

Silver Horn King suddenly stood up, stepped down the stairs, and instantly appeared in front of his two clones.

He looked down at the two of them, his voice icy: "Do you know the whereabouts of my treasure? Raise your head and answer!"

The weasel clone trembled as it raised its head, its face filled with a mixture of fear and indignation.

"Replying to the Second King's words," the weasel's voice trembled, his eyes reddening, "we little demons were originally from the Wave Moon Cave of Bowl Mountain, under the command of the Yellow Robe King."

"Wave Moon Cave?"

Upon hearing this, the Golden Horned King's eyes flickered slightly.

"Exactly!" the weasel cried, tears streaming down its face. "A few days ago, a hairy-faced monk with a thunderous mouth, claiming to be Sun Wukong, stormed into the Wave Moon Cave. He not only destroyed our cave but also drove our king to the brink of extinction!"

He repeated the same line he had given to Bashanhu before.

"Sun Wukong!"

Silver Horn King clenched his fists, his demonic aura churning like boiling water.

"So it was him! I knew it, how could an ordinary monster possibly fool me!" King Golden Horn also stood up, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

The weasel continued, "Your Majesty, you are wise! What my brother said before he died is absolutely true; it was that monkey who stole the treasure!"

The cat demon clone, who had been trembling beside him, burst into tears at the opportune moment.

"My two kings!"

The cat demon clone cried as it pounded the ground with its claws, "That monkey is inhuman! When he was in the Wave Moon Cave, one blow from his staff and hundreds of my brothers were all smashed into mincemeat! Blood flowed like a river!"