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

Master Yu Ming was oblivious to the stares around him, his heart filled only with the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity.

He knew his godfather's abilities very well!

Zhe Lei Long Jun is not only a renowned Nascent Soul demon lord with formidable supernatural powers, but also has extensive connections, interacting with many powerful figures in Xiniu Hezhou.

Some time ago, I was invited to Bibo Pool in Luanshi Mountain to attend the birthday banquet of the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints.

During the banquet, he drank wine with the Mighty Bull Demon King, who was famous throughout the Western Continent, and Xuan Ling, the newly risen East Sea Flood Dragon Demon King!

Back when Yu Ming was still a Golden Core cultivator, he went to great lengths and flattered this Dragon Lord to become his adopted father.

After that, with the resources that flowed from between the fingers of the Dragon Lord, he was able to successfully condense his Nascent Soul and make Xuanri Mountain a thriving place, dominating the region.

At this critical moment, his life was at stake, and his adoptive father was his only lifeline. He didn't care about the dignity of a cultivator or the difference between a Xuan and a demon.

Upon hearing Master Yu Ming's undisguised address of her as his godfather, Yu Zhi's delicate body, which was leaning against the Thunder Dragon Lord, stiffened slightly, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.

She instinctively tried to move a little distance away from the old man's arms.

Unexpectedly, the blue dragon claws that were gripping her waist not only did not loosen, but instead tightened even more, pulling her even more forcefully towards his muscular body.

The cold touch of the scales came through the thin palace dress.

The Thunder Dragon Lord remained coldly fixed on Chen Jiao below, seemingly oblivious to the subtle struggles of the woman in his arms.

The Thunder Dragon Lord, looking down from his high position, coldly surveyed the crimson-robed Taoist on the street with his vertical pupils, and spoke again:

"Young man, I am the Thunder Dragon Lord of the Thunder Swallowing River. Have you ever heard of my name?"

"If you know my name, you should know when to advance and when to retreat."

"Retreat immediately, and I might spare your life out of consideration for your advanced cultivation. Otherwise..."

He snorted coldly, his body shimmering with faint blue-purple lightning, and held the dark steel spear horizontally in front of him. Although he did not attack immediately, his threatening intent was already clear.

Zhe Lei Long Jun was no fool. This Taoist could easily injure Yu Ming, which was far beyond what an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could achieve.

Therefore, they first intimidated the enemy with their names and tested their strengths and weaknesses.

Chen Jiao raised his head, looking at the imposing old man with the dragon head in mid-air, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze calm.

This dragon spirit looks somewhat familiar.

When Xuan Ling attended the birthday banquet at the Wansheng Dragon Palace, there were many guests, and this old dragon seemed to be among them.

At the time, Wansheng Laolong and Niu Mowang were drinking and chatting with him in turn, so he didn't pay much attention to this dragon spirit.

So... his name is Zhe Lei Long Jun.

Thoughts raced through Chen Jiao's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He met the piercing gaze of the Thunder Dragon Lord and said calmly:

"So it's Lord Zhe Lei Long. I've heard so much about you, your name is legendary, but..."

Upon hearing the first half of his sentence, Zhe Lei Long Jun nodded slightly, his expression softening, thinking that this Taoist was ultimately a pragmatic person.

He pressed further in a deep voice, "But how?"

Chen Jiao smiled and said, "But the sword in my hand has never been known by the name of the Dragon Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly turned his wrist.

A crimson sword light swept past the neck of Grandmaster Yuming, who was already in the pit.

The sword flashed, but no sound was heard.

The last trace of relief and anticipation on Master Yu Ming's face froze instantly.

A head with wide-open eyes and an expression of disbelief quietly separated from the mangled body.

Blood gushed out, staining the scorched earth in the pit red.

The headless corpse twitched twice before falling completely silent. Its Nascent Soul cultivation was utterly annihilated by the pure Yang fire and sharp sword intent contained within that sword strike. (Read the full novel for free: Chapter 283, "My Sword Knows No Dragon Lord's Name, Golden Light True Man Displays His Majesty," link: [link missing])

The streets were deathly silent.

Only the crimson ancient sword hung beside Chen Jiao, a drop of blood slowly condensing at its tip before dripping down.

A tiny plum blossom splashed across the hard, black stone ground.

The cold, vertical pupils of the Thunder Dragon Lord in mid-air suddenly contracted.

After a brief silence, the Thunder Dragon Lord roared with earth-shattering fury!

The cyan-purple lightning surrounding him instantly surged and raged wildly, transforming into twisted and violent electric snakes that illuminated half the sky in a purplish-blue hue.

The terrifying demonic energy mixed with the thunderous power, crushing downwards like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!

"You brat! How dare you! I will annihilate you, body and soul!"

In a furious roar, the dark steel spear in the hand of the Thunder Dragon Lord was completely enveloped by the raging lightning.

It then transformed into a pillar of cyan-purple lightning, accompanied by a piercing explosion and blinding flashes of electricity, crashing down on Chen Jiao, who was standing with his sword in hand!

This strike, unleashed in fury, was delivered without reservation.

He vowed to blast this audacious, crimson-robed Taoist priest, who dared to kill his adopted son right in front of him, into dust!

Chen Jiao remained expressionless, the crimson glow flowing over his Tai Chi sword as he prepared to meet the attack.

Just then, a loud laugh suddenly came from the side.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist, well done! That was a satisfying kill!"

"That old mudfish is so noisy! Just watch what I can do!"

Before the laughter subsided, thousands of golden rays, like the rays of the rising sun, suddenly burst forth from a certain point in the direction of the city lord's mansion.

It swept over in an instant, arriving before the lightning pillar could strike, completely enveloping the area within a ten-zhang radius!

It swept over in an instant, arriving before the lightning pillar could strike, completely enveloping the area within a ten-zhang radius!

The golden light was incredibly solid. The moment it touched the lightning, it was like an invisible net, or an iron fortress, closing inwards!

The violent blue-purple lightning crashed into the golden light, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, its power greatly diminished.

The lightning snake thrashed and charged wildly, but it could not break through the seemingly gentle golden barrier.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying lightning was dissipated and dissolved by the golden light, quickly dimming and dissipating.

In the end, only a few wisps of lightning flickered a few times in the golden light before vanishing completely.

A figure appeared amidst the golden light.

The visitor was a middle-aged Taoist priest.

He wore a bright red crown with gold cloud patterns, a wide, jet-black robe, a pale yellow silk sash around his waist, and shoes with azure cloud patterns on their toes.

His face was somber, his skin as dark as iron. Though he wore a smile, he exuded an air of authority and dignity.

It was none other than the Abbot of Huanghua Temple, the Golden Light Immortal.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the lightning disappeared.

This sudden turn of events caused the tense atmosphere in the room to freeze.

The Thunder Dragon Lord abruptly turned his head, his vertical pupils fixed on the slowly approaching Taoist in black robes, and a low, thunderous roar escaped his throat:

"Jin Guang! It's you! How dare you interfere in my affairs?!"

When Jin Guang Zhenren approached, he paid no attention to the angry-looking Zhe Lei Long Jun.

With a gentle flick of his whisk, the golden radiance that enveloped the heavens and earth receded like a tide, returning to his body.

He first bowed to Chen Jiao, who stood holding a sword, and said in a deep voice:

"Please, fellow Daoist."

I, a humble Taoist priest, witnessed the golden light emanating from Huanghua Temple. Just now, I saw you, fellow Taoist, swiftly and decisively slay the villains with your sword, and I am deeply impressed.

This old dragon is used to taking advantage of his age and seniority. Relying on his limited skills, he tries to intimidate others with his power, which is truly laughable.

"This humble Taoist priest, though lacking in talent, has happened to be there; how could I sit idly by?"