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

Welcome to the fantastical world of Xianxia novels! The entrance is here:

With black jade as its base, glazed tiles as its roof, and gold paint adorning its beams, it shone brightly under the dark and gloomy sky.

Looking up from below, one can see layers of palaces and flying eaves, with a cloud-like aura swirling around them.

In contrast to the bustling and magnificent city below, it possesses a commanding presence that overlooks all living beings.

At this moment, there were already quite a few figures on the wide platform in front of the mansion gate.

They all carried invitations, which were then inspected by the ghostly soldiers standing solemnly at the entrance before they were allowed to enter.

The number of people was not large, only a few at a time, but all of them possessed extraordinary auras, none of them were weak, and several of their auras were obscure and difficult to understand, which made people feel awe.

Master Shouyue observed silently, secretly amazed, and his opinion of this treasure exchange event was even higher.

Instead of seeing the opportunity to attain the Nascent Soul stage, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

The treasure exchange event that could attract so many experts might actually be true.

Song Yan and Song An held their breath and dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

They felt that the aura unintentionally revealed by any of the cultivators before them was more unfathomable than that of their own sect leader, who had reached the Golden Core stage.

Chen Jiao was about to take out the invitation and lead Shouyue and the other two inside.

Just then.

A soft, charming female voice came from behind.

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this Junior Sister Shouyue? She actually has the qualifications to set foot in this Netherworld and come to Tongyou City?"

Upon hearing this, Master Shouyue's brows furrowed suddenly, and her eyes turned cold.

Not far away, a woman dressed in a pale yellow palace gown, with her hair piled high in a bun, was gracefully walking towards them.

She had a graceful figure and a beautiful face, especially her pair of peach blossom eyes, which exuded charm with every glance. At this moment, she was smilingly looking at Master Shouyue.

The man beside her had a solemn face and sharp eyes. His aura was hidden but not revealed, yet it carried a blazing heat that made people dare not look directly at him.

Master Shouyue's gaze swept across the face of the woman in the pale yellow palace dress, then fixed on the man in the golden-red brocade robe, his eyes flashing with anger.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and said coldly:

"Yuzhi, you have long since betrayed your sect and been expelled by your master. Who is your junior sister now?"

Upon hearing this, the palace-dressed woman, known as Yuzhi, was not angered at all. Instead, she covered her lips with her sleeve and giggled:

"What you said, junior sister, is truly heartbreaking."

Back in the sect, my junior sister always called me "Senior Sister Shouyu" with great affection.

Why, now that you've descended the mountain and entered this dazzling world, do you suddenly become so distant, even using your full name?

Master Shouyue looked at her coldly and said, "From the day you betrayed your sect and joined the Xuanri Mountain sect, there has been no longer any fellow disciple relationship between us."

"Yu Zhi, you have already condensed your Golden Core and are considered a figure of some importance. Why bother with this pretentious act that only annoys people?"

After saying this, Master Shouyue simply turned his head away, no longer looking at her, adopting an attitude of "out of sight, out of mind".

The charming smile on Yu Zhi's face gradually faded.

Just as she was about to retort, the man in the gold and red brocade robe beside her raised his hand and gently stopped her.

The man's face was cold and hard, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Master Shouyue, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Songyue Sword Sect's fate has long been sealed; it is nothing but withered bones in a tomb, destined to vanish into nothingness sooner or later."

Yuzhi, why waste your breath arguing with a dying woman?

His words not only insulted Master Shouyue, but also denounced the entire Songyue Sword Sect as nothing more than withered bones in a tomb.

His arrogance and harsh words caused Song An and Song Yan, who were standing nearby, to feel their blood boil and their faces turn red.

Song An's eyes widened, and he took a step forward, about to retort. Song Yan's face was also ashen, and his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"Step back."

Shouyue Zhenren's voice was faster than their movements.

With a flick of her sleeve, a gentle yet powerful aura subtly enveloped her two junior disciples, curbing their impulsive actions.

Song Yan and Song An were abruptly awakened by her sudden outburst of anger.

Knowing that this was not the time to engage in verbal sparring, he could only grit his teeth and suppress his anger, glaring at the other party.

Master Shouyue slowly raised his eyes to meet the man's majestic gaze, which seemed to contain the grandeur of a setting sun.

Her anger burned fiercely. Although she knew that the other party was a Nascent Soul cultivator whose realm far surpassed her own, she could not swallow her anger no matter what.

Master Shouyue showed no fear whatsoever, his back ramrod straight, and he said in a cold voice:

"The teacher who seduces others has corrupted the disciples and ruined the foundation of our sect's heritage."

You, Xuanri Mountain, claim to be the orthodox sect of Xuanmen and the lineage of the Sun and Sun, constantly proclaiming that you are acting on behalf of Heaven and bringing blessings to all living beings.

Yet all his actions, every single one of them, were utterly despicable.

Heaven's justice is clear, and retribution is swift; your actions will surely bring you punishment sooner or later!

Master Shouyue's words were like swords.

Some cultivators who had not yet entered the manor noticed this and their expressions shifted slightly. Their gazes darted between the two, revealing thoughtful expressions.

"Riyao Taoism?"

Chen Jiao, who had been observing quietly from the side, raised his eyebrows slightly, almost imperceptibly, upon hearing this.

His gaze fell on Grand Master Yu Ming, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, he felt that the other party's aura was blazing and dazzling, indeed resembling the shape of the sun.

What a coincidence!

The calm and indifferent demeanor on the face of Master Yu Ming, the Lord of Xuanri Mountain, was finally broken.

His gaze lowered slightly, and a golden light seemed to flash deep within his pupils, like the sun appearing and disappearing.

He was not angry, but looked down at Master Shouyue with an indifferent attitude, as if looking down on ants.

"You, a mere Golden Core cultivator, dare to speak to a Nascent Soul cultivator like this?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A powerful aura erupted from him, not a deliberate killing intent, but merely the spiritual pressure brought about by the difference in their cultivation levels.

This intense and heavy aura instantly enveloped the small area where Master Shouyue was located.

Master Shouyue felt his aura suddenly freeze, and an unimaginable force pressed down from all directions, especially from above his head!

Her golden core spun rapidly, and her cold sword intent instinctively surged forth, spreading a hazy moonlight around her.

However, this moonlight was as fragile as glass in the face of the Nascent Soul's spiritual pressure.

Master Shouyue's knees sank suddenly, and a sweet, metallic taste rushed to his throat.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she managed to stay upright only because of her indomitable will.

His face was completely bloodless, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

His body swayed precariously, and it looked as if he was about to be forced to kneel down in front of everyone!

A glint of pleasure flashed in Yu Zhi's eyes, and a mocking smile involuntarily curved her lips as she chuckled softly:

"Junior sister, what are you doing? When you see a senior immortal, it is only proper etiquette to perform a full bow and pay homage."

Why be so stubborn and force yourself to keep going? It's not worth injuring yourself for nothing."

"Uncle-Master!"

Song Yan and Song An, who were beside Chen Jiao, did not experience the pressure.

Seeing that Shouyue Zhenren's body was trembling slightly and her face was pale, the two knew that she was being humiliated and oppressed. They cried out in alarm and rushed forward.