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

Luo Daoren huddled inside the Xuanlingfang gate, staring at the disheveled figure in the deep pit in the middle of the street, and felt his scalp tingle.

The dignified Lord of Xuanri Mountain, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was actually knocked down from the sky like a sandbag and smashed into the middle of the street. This is simply...

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

A figure in crimson robes gracefully descended, an ancient sword in hand pointing diagonally at the ground, its crimson blade still glowing.

Chen Jiao glanced at the Great Master Yu Ming in the pit, "A paper-mache Nascent Soul, how utterly boring."

Luo Daoren's eyelids twitched wildly as he listened.

In the deep pit in the middle of the street, Master Yu Ming lay sprawled out, his whole body wracked with pain, his bones and muscles feeling like they were about to break.

His magnificent gold-red brocade robe was torn and stained with blood, and smoke was still rising slightly from the charred fist mark on his chest.

The moment he opened his eyes, he heard the words "paper-mache nascent soul," and his blood and qi surged in reverse, his chest heaved violently, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

His mind was buzzing; he couldn't understand it, no matter what he did.

Yu Ming, since he began cultivating Taoism, has diligently practiced the Sun and Sun Orthodox Method, inherited the position of Mountain Lord, and endured hardships to shatter his elixir and become a Nascent Soul, thus being known as the Great True Man.

In Xiniu Hezhou, Xuanri Mountain stands powerfully, with many followers and numerous concubines, further suppressing the Songyue Sword Sect to the point of decline.

How majestic, how magnificent!

Unexpectedly, today, in this Netherworld City of Tongyou, under the watchful eyes of everyone...

He was utterly defeated by a low-level Golden Core cultivator with three sword strikes and a single punch, leaving him paralyzed, utterly humiliated, and with his physical body damaged.

Upon thinking of this, Master Yu Ming was overwhelmed with shame, anger, and resentment, which aggravated his injuries. He felt a sweet taste in his throat again, and fresh blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Through blurred vision, the mad Taoist in crimson robes approached with his sword drawn, his steps unhurried, his gaze fixed on him.

There was no arrogance of a victor in his gaze, nor any pity for the dying; only calmness.

"Why? I have no grudge against you..."

Master Yu Ming struggled, mustered his last breath, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Why?

Chen Jiao showed no intention of answering.

For him, this question was meaningless.

The sword's crimson blade shimmered, reflecting the sunlight of Youdu and the deathly pale face of Master Yuming at the bottom of the pit.

Chen Jiao never considered himself a good person.

Whether it's the True Lord wielding heavenly thunder, patrolling the four directions, and subduing demons, or Xuan Ling ruling the Azure Pool Demon Ridge and gradually gaining power, or the Vermilion Bird walking among mortals...

Kill those who deserve to be killed, and do what needs to be done.

Regardless of good or evil, and regardless of gratitude or resentment.

It's all for the sake of the Tao.

The sword light fell instantly, and a deep, powerful roar, like muffled thunder, boomed from not far away.

"You brat! How dare you be so insolent!"

Before the shout had even finished, a bolt of purplish-blue lightning, as thick as a water bucket, swept across and struck Chen Jiao squarely in the face!

Amidst the thunder, a dark steel spear was hidden, its tip brimming with lightning, exuding astonishing power.

Chen Jiao's eyes narrowed, and he had to change the sword strike aimed at Grandmaster Yu Ming, flipping his wrist.

The crimson light on the Tai Chi sword surged, and in the nick of time, it slashed upwards to meet the violent lightning bolt.

"boom!"

The lightning and sword light collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar. Blinding light and rampaging electric snakes scattered in all directions, plowing scorch marks into the surrounding ground.

Chen Jiao remained motionless, but the Tai Chi Sword in his hand was struck by the immense force of the thunder, causing its downward trajectory to deflect.

Amidst the thunder, a heavy steel spear, entirely black and crackling with fine electric snakes, was also sent flying diagonally.

"what!"

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Immediately, Master Yu Ming's heart-wrenching screams echoed from the pit.

The slanted sword light failed to completely block the remaining power of the thunder, and the dark steel spear contained within the thunder was deflected by the Tai Chi sword, spinning backwards.

As luck would have it, the edge of the gun blade, carrying the lingering aura of lightning, grazed Yu Ming's left shoulder!

Blood splattered!

A left arm was severed at the shoulder, thrown into the air, and instantly charred into a crisp by the stray lightning.

Master Yu Ming let out a miserable howl, his heart aching terribly, and he almost fainted. He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

His vision blurred, and he cursed the person who attacked indiscriminately without distinguishing friend from foe a thousand times over in his mind.

Chen Jiao stood with his sword in hand, slowly raising his eyes to look in the direction from which the thunder had come.

Not far away in the sky, the lightning gradually subsided, revealing an extremely robust old man.

The old man was born with a ferocious dragon head, covered with dark blue scales, and his vertical pupils were cold and majestic, gleaming with a blue light, staring menacingly at Chen Jiao.

He was dressed in a dark blue scale armor robe, covered by a cloak of dragons and snakes, with tiny electric snakes crawling all over his body.

At that moment, he made a grasping motion with his large hand, and the dark steel spear that had been thrown away flew back as if it had a mind of its own, and he held it firmly in his palm.

The gun gleamed with an eerie light, and a faint rumble of thunder could be heard.

The old man with the dragon head stood in mid-air, holding a thunder spear, his vertical pupils locked onto Chen Jiao, and a majestic pressure as vast as mountains and as deep as the sea mixed with boundless demonic energy spread out.

Far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, he was clearly an ancient demon with unfathomable cultivation, who had already successfully transformed into a dragon.

His voice boomed like thunder, carrying an undeniable authority and fury:

"Who is this young upstart, so ruthless! Does he intend to commit such an act of annihilation in front of everyone in Tongyou City?"

Yu Zhi, riding on a beam of light, landed nervously beside the old man with the dragon head.

Her gaze instinctively fell into the deep pit, and when she saw the miserable state of Master Yu Ming, her face paled instantly, and a chill ran down her spine.

She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at Master Yu Ming, whom she had once relied on, again. She took a deep breath and suppressed the fear churning in her heart.

Yu Zhi's face had changed to a tearful, pitiful expression, and she gently tugged at the sleeve of the old man with the dragon head.

"Dragon Lord...you must stand up for our Mount Xuanri!"

This mad Taoist priest, who appeared out of nowhere, was fierce and vicious.

The mountain lord had only exchanged a few words with him when this man suddenly attacked, each move aimed to kill him! Look at the state of the mountain lord's injuries!

Inside Xuanlingfang, Luo Daoren caught a glimpse of the old man with the dragon head, and his heart skipped a beat.

"The Thunder Dragon Lord of the Thunder-Swallowing River?"

Why would he make a move? That explains why there were rumors that Xuanri Mountain and Tunlei River had close ties and were exchanging glances.

No wonder Grandmaster Yu Ming dared to expand so aggressively and suppress the Songyue Sword Sect so soon after becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator; it turns out this person was backing him up!

Despite the excruciating pain of his severed arm and the shock to his soul, Master Yu Ming finally saw the person approaching from the sky.

His eyes suddenly blazed with wild joy. All notions of Nascent Soul dignity and Mountain Lord tradition were cast aside. He strained his voice to desperately plead:

"Godfather! Godfather, save me! Save your child!"

The heartfelt, tearful voice of the adoptive father was like a thunderclap.

The numerous cultivators, ghost soldiers, and even some officials from the city lord's mansion who had rushed over upon hearing the news were all dumbfounded, and then their faces showed disdain.

Yu Ming, the Great Master of Xuan Ri Mountain and a Nascent Soul True Person of the Sun Dao lineage, actually addressed a demon lord as his godfather in broad daylight and in full view of everyone.

This... this is simply...