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

The Thunder River flows through the palace.

Although Lord Zhe Lei Long was surrounded by beautiful concubines and drinking spiritual wine, he was not entirely satisfied.

That good-for-nothing Yu Ming actually fell victim to an unknown Taoist priest named Jiangxiao.

Not only did his years of hard work go to waste, but it also hindered his plan to secretly collect spiritual objects.

Mount Xuanri, after all, is a long-established vassal of the Xuanmen sect, and it is of great use for plundering spiritual objects and concealing their activities.

That Jiang Xiao truly deserves to die.

Whenever he thought of this name, Zhe Lei Longjun felt a surge of evil fire rise in his chest.

Fortunately, although Mount Xuanri was in ruins, the Azure Crab was still there to keep the human cultivators in check and forcefully suppress them from continuing their search.

The ritual preparations are now nearing completion; only the last few items need to be delivered before the ceremony can proceed.

But at this critical juncture, I feel inexplicably restless.

Zhe Leilongjun tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup to the last drop. The spicy sensation went straight to his throat, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

He applied slightly more force, and the concubine in his arms seemed to sense it, her delicate body trembling slightly, and her movements becoming even gentler.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a water patrol demon rushed into the hall, knelt on one knee, and reported:

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the Corpse Lord of Cold Crow Ridge has arrived and is already outside the manor."

Zhe Leilongjun's gaze narrowed slightly. He put down his wine cup and waved his hand.

The concubines and musicians in the hall understood and quietly withdrew, gathering their robes behind them.

"Please let him in."

Zhe Leilongjun's voice was deep and resonant, the previous restlessness completely gone, replaced by the profound composure of a river lord.

Just a moment later.

A figure, shrouded in a faint, chilling aura of death and dressed in a dark green robe embroidered with gold corpse patterns, entered the mansion amidst the rippling water.

The newcomer had a withered face, a bluish-gray complexion, and an aura of death that lingered around him; he was none other than the Corpse Lord of the Cold Crow.

"The Dragon Lord certainly has refined tastes."

The Cold Crow Corpse Lord sat down in the guest seat, and a little demon served him wine, but he didn't touch it.

"Why does the Corpse Lord have time to come to my Thunder Swallowing River today?" The Thunder Dragon Lord asked calmly, picking up the wine pot again and pouring himself a drink.

Upon hearing this, the Corpse Lord of the Cold Crow twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a stiff smile:

"I heard that things are going very smoothly on the Dragon Lord's side, so I came to take a look."

News has already reached the King that the Bull Demon King has been persuaded. At that time, the True Lord on his patrol will be too busy to attend to his own affairs, which will be the perfect opportunity for us to act.

I wonder how the ritual preparations are going on Dragon Lord's side? My furnace of [Primordial Spirit Blood Pill] is just waiting for Dragon Lord to open the floodgates and send over the main ingredients.

Zhe Lei Long Jun's gaze darkened slightly, knowing that the other party had come to urge him on and to probe the truth.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Everything is ready, we are just waiting for the right time."

Rivers change course, waterways shift; this is no child's play.

One must carefully observe the subtle workings of the earth's veins before taking any action. However, this will likely take only one or two days.

When the great flood reaches the Western Sea, all the blood and energy in its path will naturally converge.

The Corpse King will send someone to collect it then; he will certainly not shortchange you.

The crow's gaze lingered on the dragon lord's face for a moment, as if judging the truth of his words, before he said in a deep voice:

"One or two days... I hope so."

Dragon King, you should know that I have already found many ignition sources for the furnace, and am only waiting for the main ingredients.

If the main ingredient doesn't arrive, all our previous efforts will be wasted, which is a minor matter; we won't be able to explain ourselves to the King.

Although both were driven by the king to plot this matter, they each harbored their own thoughts and were wary of each other.

The Cold Crow Corpse King knew that the old dragon was cunning and not entirely trustworthy, but with the arrow already on the bowstring, he had no choice but to rely on its strength.

"If the main ingredients fail to arrive, Your Majesty, I will have my say in the matter."

Zhe Lei Longjun interrupted him, his tone turning cold, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.

"But Corpse Lord, don't keep urging me on."

Has the alchemist finished? It would be a real joke if the time came for the blood and energy to gather, but no one opened the furnace to refine the pills.

Upon hearing this, the Crow Corpse Lord's eyes blazed with ghostly fire, and he coldly snorted:

"This matter need not trouble you, Dragon Lord. I have already sent someone to invite Daoist Nara again."

How could a mere Golden Core alchemist be allowed to make excuses again and again? If he's sensible enough, then so be it; but if he still doesn't comply…”

He gave a cold laugh, his unfinished meaning carrying a chilling undertone.

As they were talking, the Cold Crow Corpse King suddenly had a thought, and then a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Those two fools are using the token now, it must be that Daoist Luo is once again making excuses and refusing to comply.

It seems he has no choice but to make the trip to Jieyang Mountain himself.

"What?" Zhe Lei Longjun keenly sensed the subtle change in his aura.

"It's nothing."

The Corpse King suppressed his displeasure and stood up, saying:

"Since the Dragon Lord has made all the preparations, I will not trouble you any further. When the time comes, I will join you in this grand event. Farewell."

Having said that, without waiting for the Thunder Dragon Lord's response, he rolled up his black robe, and his figure transformed into a gust of yin wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Inside the water palace, only the increasingly gloomy expression on the face of the Thunder Dragon Lord remained.

He didn't care who the Cold Crow Corpse Lord threatened; he only hoped that the old zombie wouldn't cause any trouble and ruin his grand plan.

"Hmph, relying on the King's power, you dare to point fingers and criticize me..." Zhe Lei Long Jun snorted coldly, a glint of blue light flashing in his eyes.

"Once I achieve dragon form, we'll see who's begging whom!"

Zhe Lei Longjun sat alone on the throne, gently tapping the armrest.

He trusted the king's methods. That True Lord should already be stopped by the Bull Demon King, right?

"The time is almost up..."

He muttered to himself, the gloom in his eyes finally replaced by a burning anticipation.

A century-long plan is about to be realized.

Zhe Leilongjun picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp. The wine was icy cold, but as it went down his throat, it felt like a wildfire was igniting.

Outside the Water Palace, on the great river, dark clouds gathered, wind and waves rose, and thunder rumbled faintly.

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Jieyang Mountain, Zhenyun Temple.

This temple is situated on a gentle slope on the sunny side of the mountain, backed by green mountains and facing a sea of ​​clouds. Nearby, a babbling brook flows down from the mountain stream, its clear sound melodious.

The location was indeed carefully chosen, avoiding both the most dangerous spots to avoid wind and thunder, and low-lying areas to avoid dampness.

It is blessed with a gentle yang energy and abundant water from the mountains, making it an excellent place for cultivation, especially for alchemy.

The Zimu River, winding its way through the foot of the mountain, has a rather mystical water.

For those who practice alchemy, this mysterious water, which embodies the power of creation and subtly aligns with the virtues of Kan water, is truly an excellent external aid for harmonizing the medicinal properties and nourishing the furnace fire.

Deeper into the mountains, there lies a spring called the Abortion Spring, which is clear, sweet, and carries a warm, yang energy that can dispel the pregnancy caused by accidentally drinking the water of the Zimu River.

When Luo Daoren traveled here, he immediately took a liking to the feng shui of this place.

Having practiced alchemy for many years, he possessed keen insight and knew that the layout of "water encircling the mountain and spiritual spring suppressing the yang" was highly beneficial for alchemy and furnace nurturing.

However, Master Luo was well-versed in the art of self-preservation and never publicized the wonders of the Abortion Spring in the mountains, much less dared to monopolize it.

He pretended not to know and allowed the people of the Women's Kingdom to use it freely. He only set up a formation in the temple to gather spiritual energy and quietly drew a trace of the spiritual essence of the mountains and rivers into the alchemy room.

At this moment, in the afternoon, the autumn sun shines through the pine branches, casting dappled light and shadow on the bluestone floor of the quiet room.