Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

The dull thud of his knees hitting the blue bricks still echoed in the pavilion.

Master Yu Jin knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, his whole body as if suppressed by a mountain, and he had no strength left to even lift his head.

His mind was a complete blank, with only one thought repeatedly clashing within him.

How could this Flood Dragon Demon King be so powerful?

He cultivated diligently for hundreds of years and finally achieved the Golden Elixir. Now, after consuming dragon energy, he has grown dragon whiskers and considers himself to have undergone a complete transformation. Although he is not a true dragon, he still possesses an extraordinary aura.

Logically speaking, any aquatic creature in the world whose bloodline is mediocre and inferior to that of a true dragon should be somewhat suppressed when encountering this dragon's might and aura, and their supernatural powers should be somewhat hindered.

Even dragons, when fighting within the same territory, are still affected by the dragon's aura.

But that brief clash of energy just now... that's definitely not something a Golden Core cultivator could possess!

Could it be... a Nascent Soul cultivator!

The shock was like ice water poured over his head, but it actually brought back some of Yu Jin Zhenren's rationality.

If this Flood Dragon Demon King truly intended to take my life, he could have annihilated me in that instant.

Since they didn't act immediately, perhaps... perhaps there's still room for maneuver? Yes, such a being must have a deeper meaning behind their actions.

Although Yu Jin is a lower-level cultivator, he may still have some value that can be used.

Upon thinking of this, a faint hope ignited in Master Yujin's heart.

They could only hope that this Flood Dragon Demon King was not the kind of eccentric and cruel person who took pleasure in torture and killing. Otherwise, today would be the day that Yu Jindao perished.

Chen Jiao lowered his eyes to the kneeling Jade Brocade Immortal, but did not immediately take his life.

He lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, producing a soft, clear tapping sound that was particularly distinct in the quiet pavilion.

Aolai Kingdom is located at the gateway to the East Sea, and its Qingchi Ridge is only a thousand miles away, just like a key point on a chessboard.

If this country were brought under our control, it would be of great benefit in the future, whether for monitoring the situation in the East China Sea or for serving as a place of business and rest.

As for this white carp that stole the dragon's energy... Chen Jiao gently touched the warm cup with his fingertips.

Killing him is as easy as snapping your fingers, but it's better to intimidate him, drive him with benefits, and make him a pawn planted here.

Chen Jiao finally spoke, his voice calm:

"Bring me your petty trick of stealing dragon energy so I may have a look."

Upon hearing this, Master Yujin felt a sudden tightness in his chest, followed by a sense of relief.

The problem is that the Flood Dragon Demon King indeed coveted this technique, but the relief is that since he has something to gain, his own life is temporarily safe.

He dared not disobey, so he hunched over and spat out a shimmering white scale from his mouth.

It instantly transformed into an ancient scroll that was neither silk nor cloth, with flowing water patterns on it and a hidden dragon shape.

He raised both hands above his head and presented them to Chen Jiao.

Master Yu Jin's voice was dry as he said:

"This secret technique was obtained by chance from an ancient water mansion in my early years."

Chen Jiao did not take it, but only glanced at it.

The scrolls moved on their own without wind, slowly unfolding before him, revealing densely packed ancient demonic script and energy circulation diagrams.

From Chen Jiao's perspective, the methods used were crude, involving forceful acquisition and seizure, posing significant hidden dangers, and indeed bearing some resemblance to ancient techniques.

He knew in his heart that this carp spirit probably had only obtained a fragmented inheritance, yet it dared to recklessly affect the fate of a nation; it was truly audacious.

"Stealing the secrets of Yin and Yang and seizing the fate of the nation—such cunning tactics will bring no small amount of harm."

"The dragon's energy is complex and intertwined with the karma of all people. Every time you steal the dragon's energy of a nation, you become more entangled with the nation's destiny."

Upon hearing this, Master Yu Jin's expression changed slightly. He was not completely unaware of the situation, but he was blinded by the temptation of rapidly increasing his cultivation level.

Chen Jiao pointed to the location of Yu Jin's dantian with his finger and said:

"You, as a demon, forcefully absorb the dragon's energy. At first, you may be able to make great progress, but the dragon's nature is unruly, and it will eventually devour its master."

Do you think that growing a few dragon whiskers makes you a dragon carp and grants you the opportunity to transform into a dragon? Why not look inward at your dantian and observe the golden core? Do you see any faint red lines appearing, like spreading blood vessels?

Upon hearing this, Master Yujin looked inward and examined himself.

Within his dantian, the dragon energy swirled around the golden core as usual, and he quickly activated his demonic energy to draw the dragon energy away.

Sure enough, the surface of the golden core was now covered with fine red lines, which were pulsating slightly and resonating faintly with the dragon energy stolen from the body.

Master Yujin turned pale instantly.

"This is a sign of the dragon's energy backfiring."

Chen Jiao's voice was indifferent, yet every word struck Yu Jin's heart:

"When the dragon's energy backfires, at best the foundation of one's cultivation will be damaged, the golden core will be obscured, and one's future will be ruined. At worst..."

Chen Jiao paused slightly, looked at Yu Jin, and continued:

"In severe cases, the demonic body will mutate, the mind will become chaotic, and the creature will be transformed into something that is neither dragon nor carp, only knowing how to kill, and will be forever trapped outside the cycle of reincarnation."

Master Yu Jin felt as if struck by lightning; his kneeling body swayed, almost... .

His prized opportunity to transform into a dragon turned out to be his own grave?!

Panic overwhelmed my mind like a tidal wave, just in this moment of despair.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Master Yujin.

And there's the precious pill!

He was so intimidated by the Flood Dragon Demon King that he almost forgot about the precious pill he was about to refine.

In the secret arts tradition, besides this method of stealing qi, the elixir formula [Mysterious Female Treasure Elixir] is also included.

It requires the gathering of eight young girls whose primordial yin energy has not been lost and who are just beginning their cultivation journey, as the medicinal guide, along with several kinds of spiritual materials, to refine a precious elixir, which can then harmonize the dragon energy.

Although the specific effects are not stated, since it was left by our predecessors, it must be a method to resolve potential problems!

Thinking of this, Master Yujin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that things had taken a turn for the better and that there was always a way out.

His tense mind eased slightly, and he thought to himself that although the Flood Dragon Demon King was incredibly powerful, he might not know all the secrets of this matter...

However, he had not yet fully exhaled.

"Such tricks must have a backup plan."

"As I suspected, it should be a prescription for an elixir. Why didn't you bring it along?"

Yu Jin suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

How could he know about the elixir formula?!

Master Yu Jin opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

In front of this person, I felt as if I had been completely seen through, making me seem ridiculous and transparent.

After a while.

Chen Jiao finished reading the formula for the "Mysterious Female Elixir".

"The person who wrote this prescription has absolutely no understanding of the Dao of alchemy and is completely ignorant of the essence of the relationship between ruler and minister, assistant and envoy, and the harmony of yin and yang."

Master Yu Jin's heart sank to the bottom, and he dared not question Chen Jiao's words in the slightest.

Chen Jiao slowly poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, took a small sip, pointed to several seemingly ingenious combinations in the middle of the ancient scroll, and said again:

"Using the name of the mysterious female, but acting like tigers and wolves."

"When this elixir is taken, it may initially suppress the dragon's energy, seemingly having a harmonizing effect, but in reality, it's like adding fuel to the fire."

"Once the medicinal effects dissipate, the backlash from the dragon's energy will be even more intense; there is no better way to quench thirst than by drinking poison."

Chen Jiao raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the pale-faced Master Yu Jin, and said calmly:

"What you cherish as a lifeline is actually a death warrant. Using this method to refine elixirs is tantamount to digging your own grave."

Upon hearing this, Master Yu Jin felt a chill run straight to the top of his head.

The elixir formula is a death warrant; the road ahead is an abyss.

It turns out that his meticulous planning, stealing dragon energy, and seeking elixirs had been a reckless run down a dead end without his knowledge!

These few words, spoken so casually, filled Yu Jin with an even deeper sense of despair than the earlier violent suppression.

After Chen Jiao finished speaking, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip.

The tea soup had cooled slightly, and it tasted bitter upon first sip, with a slightly astringent aftertaste.

The room was deathly silent, except for the sound of Yu Jin's heavy, disordered breathing.

A moment later, there was a rustling sound of clothes.

Master Yujin struggled to sit up and forced himself to kneel upright.

He did not look up again, his hands clasped on the ground, his forehead touching the cold bricks.

His voice was hoarse and broken, completely devoid of its former warmth.

"Yu Jin is willing to serve the Demon Lord as his master, and do his utmost, but only asks for... a sliver of hope for survival."

After speaking, he remained in the position of bowing, motionless, frozen like a stone sculpture.

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