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

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a few days later.

Outside the cave, the morning light was faint, and the mountain mist had not yet dissipated.

The Demon Lord Xiaoyue had already concealed his fierce aura and stood respectfully at the foot of the stone steps.

Its massive body appeared unusually quiet and docile in the morning light, like the most loyal mountain guardian beast, awaiting the decree.

Master Tianyang, having already received his orders, left quietly with mixed feelings, heading towards Qingchi Ridge to fulfill his thousand-year-old promise to forge weapons.

Chen Jiao slowly emerged from the cave, his black robes brushing against the dew-covered moss, remaining untouched by dust.

All matters here are settled. The "Fire in the Stone" has been separated, the karmic ties of Baoguang Temple have been severed, and arrangements have been made for the two newly recruited subordinates.

The traces of the [True Fire of the Sun] still need to be sought out personally, in preparation for breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm and creating a second incarnation.

As Ruyi Zhenren escorted him to the cave entrance, he gazed at the departing figure, his heart filled with countless emotions.

If it weren't for Brother Xuanling's secluded cultivation here, his century-old foundation, and even his life, would probably be in danger.

After a moment's thought, he took out three small jade bottles from his sleeve.

The bottle has a warm, smooth surface and comes in three colors: blue, red, and white. It has a subtle, shimmering light and a rich medicinal fragrance.

Ruyi Zhenren stepped forward, presented the offering with both hands, his expression solemn yet earnest:

"Brother Xuanling, I will forever remember your kindness."

"Brother Dao is about to depart. I have nothing of value but these few bottles of elixirs, which I have painstakingly refined in recent years. I hope you will not refuse them."

He pointed to the blue jade bottle and said, "This is the [Azure Wood Rejuvenating Pill]. It is made from the essence of the Yi Wood element. When one's magical power is exhausted and one's spirit is damaged, it can be taken to strengthen the body and nourish the spirit."

It also refers to the red jade bottle, "This [Red Sun Heart-Protecting Pill] can resist the invasion of evil spirits and protect the heart meridian."

Finally, there was a white jade bottle. "This is the White Jade Vitality Pill. It has remarkable effects in healing injuries and prolonging life, though I dare not say it can bring the dead back to life and heal bones."

However, for ordinary severe injuries, taking it can keep the patient alive.

He spoke simply and did not boast about the medicine's effects.

However, Chen Jiao's divine sense swept over them and he knew that these three bottles of pills were all extraordinary, extremely difficult to refine, and contained pure and powerful spiritual energy.

It is indeed a treasured possession of Master Ruyi, and the sincerity of the gift is truly evident.

Chen Jiao did not refuse, but nodded slightly, reached out and took it. With a flick of his black sleeve, the jade bottle quietly disappeared.

"That's very thoughtful."

His voice was calm, yet gentle.

When Ruyi Zhenren saw Chen Jiao accept the gift, a relieved smile appeared on his face, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

He stepped back and bowed respectfully.

"Brother Dao, take care on your journey. If you have time, my humble abode will be ready to welcome you at any time."

Chen Jiao took his leave and did not linger.

He turned around and was about to ride the clouds.

"Your Majesty, stay!"

Upon seeing this, the Demon Lord Xiaoyue, who was standing to the side, hurriedly stepped forward and let out a low roar.

His body was surrounded by surging demonic energy, and his form rapidly expanded and changed within the light.

In the blink of an eye, the burly man was gone, replaced by an incomparably magnificent, striped tiger.

This tiger is extremely majestic, with golden fur, black stripes like flames, and a bright, shining royal marking on its forehead.

With its four claws stomping on the ground, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. Its long tail swayed slightly like a steel whip, exuding a majestic and fierce aura.

The giant tiger lowered its massive head, gently nuzzling against Chen Jiao's robe, and spoke in a deep, thunderous voice, its tone utterly respectful:

"The journey is long and arduous; how could we trouble Your Majesty to ride the clouds yourself?"

Xiaoyue's stamina is still good; he is willing to be Your Majesty's mount, serving as your means of transportation!

His large, bell-like eyes stared intently at Chen Jiao.

Among the demon race, willingly transforming into their original form and serving as a mount is the highest form of submission.

Chen Jiao paused slightly, glancing down at the giant tiger lying at his feet.

"Can."

The words were concise yet conveyed a clear agreement.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord Xiaoyue's eyes flashed with joy. He let out a low roar, his demonic aura receded, and his demeanor became increasingly docile.

With a slight movement, Chen Jiao gracefully landed on the tiger's back. His black robes contrasted beautifully with the tiger's striped skin, giving him an air of profound and majestic grandeur.

He nodded slightly to the Ruyi Zhenren below, marking his final farewell.

Master Ruyi quickly bowed and saw him off, saying, "Respectfully seeing you off, fellow Daoist!"

The tiger raised its head and let out a roar that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, its sound shaking the surrounding wilderness.

With its four legs slightly bent, a demonic wind arose, lifting its enormous body and slowly ascending into the sky, walking on clouds.

Its posture was unusually calm, as if it were afraid of disturbing the master on its back.

It transformed into a golden and black demonic wind, instantly disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

A mountain breeze swept past the entrance to the cave.

Only Ruyi Zhenren remained, gazing at the distant clouds, his heart filled with countless emotions.

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Like a tiger treading on clouds, carried by a whirlwind, it traverses the vast sea of ​​clouds. Though its movement is swift, its back remains as steady as a mountain.

Chen Jiao's black robes draped over the tiger's back. He closed his eyes and concentrated, as if sensing the pull of the unseen energy.

Only occasionally does it flick its fingers to guide the tiger.

They traveled for a day.

The mountains below gradually become gentler, and the terrain opens up.

A mountain range appeared ahead, with jagged rocks and lush vegetation. From the depths of the mountain stream, wisps of thin white steam could be faintly seen rising, like geothermal springs.

Chen Jiao glanced at the terrain below and asked calmly:

"Where is this place?"

The tiger responded with a low growl, its voice like muffled thunder, yet it concealed its ferocity and displayed respect.

"Your Majesty, this place is called Yangquan Ridge."

Chen Jiao nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, only indicating that they should land.

Xiao Yue understood and suppressed the demonic wind, his enormous tiger body resembling a crimson cloud.

It landed silently on a relatively flat rocky platform in the middle of the ridge.

The tiger's claws touched the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.

Just as the two figures settled down, and before the clouds had completely dissipated...

Suddenly, a slightly hurried, yellowish-brown streak of light flew crookedly from the direction of the ridge pass. Its speed was not fast, indicating that the user's cultivation was shallow.

A Taoist priest appeared from within the beam of light.

The Taoist priest didn't bother to tidy his appearance. As soon as he landed, he hurriedly took out a talisman with mountain-shaped runes engraved on it from his bosom.

He cupped his hands together, facing the ground beneath his feet, and muttered incantations:

"The local deity of Yangquanling is above!"

Your disciple has come to report this on behalf of my master!

My master will soon establish the Huanghua Temple, a Buddhist temple, in the mountains.

We cordially invite fellow practitioners from all directions, as well as local deities and guardians, to attend the ceremony and witness our shared Dharma connection!

We earnestly hope that Your Excellency will be able to grace us with your presence at that time!

His voice was hurried, and after he finished speaking, he quickly bowed three times to the ground.

The talisman turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the earth, thus conveying the message to the local land deity.

After doing all this, the Taoist priest finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

This glance startled the Taoist priest, who froze on the spot, unable to move forward or backward.

In the distance, not far away...

A tiger, as large as a small mountain, with mottled fur and an aura of menace, lay quietly on the ground!

What terrified him even more was that a young man dressed in black robes and with dark hair was sitting leisurely on the broad, flat back of the tiger.

The young man had a calm expression and deep gaze, looking at him in a detached manner.

The young man did not release any spiritual pressure, yet he rode such a ferocious beast as if strolling in a garden.

As his gaze swept over him, the Taoist felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

His meager Foundation Establishment cultivation was like a firefly compared to the bright moon in the face of this silent majesty!