Journey to the West Creation Technique

The powerful demon king was like a shepherd, and the natives who devoutly worshipped the demon race were the sheep he raised himself.

The Demon King will provide shelter to the natives, just as a shepherd carefully tends to his flock.

These natives are all the private property of the Demon King, and he will not allow outsiders to covet or harm them.

If wolves prey on sheep, shepherds will surely kill the wolves; similarly, if human cultivators slaughter natives, the demon king will be furious and annihilate all the murderous cultivators.

Cai Yiheng, Qiao Zhi, Ling Cangye, and Ling Qinghan were unfortunately assigned this suicidal cannon fodder mission.

If they were to kill the natives, they would be openly provoking the Demon King's wrath, and their only fate would be to be torn apart by the Demon King.

However, if they defecated on the head of the Grand Duke Jupiter and the Demon King fails to appear, it can only mean that the Demon King is seriously injured or has already perished.

In order to obtain accurate information about the Demon King, the four Qi Refining stage cultivators were directly sacrificed as cannon fodder.

Zhao Xiong's ability to do such a thing can be said to be a reflection of his true feelings.

There's a reason he looks so fierce.

The siblings Ling Cangye and Ling Qinghan must have known something about Zhao Xiong and had always been wary of him.

Now that Zhao Xiong has turned against them, the two are not surprised, and instead obediently accept the order.

Qiao Zhi looked at Cai Yiheng with pleading eyes, hoping that this man at the ninth level of Qi Refining could argue his case.

However, Cai Yiheng did not intend to be the first to act. After a moment of silence, he said, "This junior obeys."

Even though Qiao Zhi was unwilling, she had no choice but to accept the order.

Once on the path to immortality, one is no longer in control of one's own destiny.

Although they were cultivators, their cultivation level was low, making it impossible for them to leave the garrison and cultivate on their own.

Once the military order is given, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, one has no choice but to go.

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not being as skilled as others.

Under the watchful eye of Senior Zhao Xiong, the four of them slowly made their way towards the native stronghold.

There was numbness, resentment, and unease...

An unknown nobody can only be manipulated by others.

The four men walked heavily towards the settlement of the indigenous people.

Two burly natives stood at the cave entrance, staring fiercely at the four of them.

Seeing that the four people were up to no good, it suddenly let out a sharp roar.

The two feathered dragons beneath him burst open their plumes and roared as they charged toward the intruder.

Although the natives are mortals, they possess the power bestowed upon them by the Demon King.

First, he used the aura of the Demon King to intimidate other demon beasts; second, he used the Demon King's power to control the Feathered Dragon.

Although the feathered dragon was only half a person's height, it was a true predator.

With its sharp fangs and swift movements, it could tear ordinary mortals to shreds in an instant.

But none of the four were ordinary people.

Although Qiao Zhi, Ling Cangye, and Ling Qinghan are at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, Cai Yiheng is already at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, only one step away from the Foundation Establishment Realm, making him the most powerful among the four.

"Be careful!"

Cai Yiheng let out a low shout, and with a flick of his fingertips, the flying sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath, transforming into a sharp blue light that slashed directly at the two feathered dragons that were rushing towards him.

The sword flashed, and the two ferocious feathered dragons died on the spot.

The Feathered Dragon was so easily defeated!?

The two burly natives looked terrified. Relying on the protection of the Demon King and the ferocity of the Feathered Dragon, they had always roamed the mountains and forests.

Who would have thought the newcomer was so powerful, killing Yu Long in an instant.

They were utterly powerless to resist such an enemy.

The two natives chattered incoherently for a while, then turned and fled into the cave.

Qiao Zhi drew her sword to give chase, but Cai Yiheng raised his hand to stop her.

The four of them slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave.

The entrance was like a crocodile opening its mouth to swallow, and people's hearts were heavy with unease.

"Gentlemen! We are now in a bind, and we have no choice but to gamble with our lives," Cai Yiheng said with a sigh.

"In the ways of the world, one is never in control of one's own destiny when cultivating oneself," Ling Cangye sighed.

"We had no choice at all," Ling Qinghan echoed.

"Now that the killing has begun, there is no turning back. I urge my fellow disciples not to be soft-hearted and not to fall into the hands of a bunch of natives." Qiao Zhi drew her long sword, a fierce look appearing on her delicate face.

Cai Yiheng took a deep breath, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Things have come to this, let's go!"

The four exchanged glances and slowly stepped into the cave.

This cave is a long, natural culvert. The damp sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blows in, clearly leading to the sea.

Emerging from the cold winter, a hidden paradise awaits.

Outside the cave lies a bustling sea cliff bay, dotted with layers of wooden stilt houses and rock cabins, with boardwalks winding around the rock walls in a crisscrossing pattern.

In the middle of the bay, there is an island with a stone crocodile statue standing on it. The island is connected to the bay by only a 100-meter-long suspension bridge.

There seemed to be no native inhabitants on the central island, but there were many native inhabitants in the bay.

"Ooh ooh ooh..."

"Ooh ooh ooh..."

With a series of strange cries like roosters crowing, feathered dragons emerged from behind the wooden houses and rocks.

These feathered dragons bristled, their cries growing sharper and fiercer with each one, as if gathering murderous intent.

After gathering enough killing intent, a swarm of feathered dragons roared and pounced on the four of them.

Facing the swarming feathered dragons, Cai Yiheng remained unfazed. The azure light in his hand moved swiftly and powerfully, and wherever the sword light reached, the feathered dragons fell in droves.

Ling Cangye and his sister joined forces to create a magical barrier to block the rain of arrows coming from all directions.

The natives not only controlled the feathered dragons to attack, but also drew their bows and nocked arrows, unleashing a hail of arrows. However, these were merely standard human bows and arrows, weak in power and of ordinary speed, and could not harm the four people at all.

Several rounds of attacks were easily neutralized, and the feathered dragons fell to the ground, causing panic among the indigenous people.

A cacophony of chattering and squawking rose and fell.

Some of the locals even bowed down in worship, babbling what sounded like begging for mercy.

Morale is completely gone, and the local people have collapsed.

Natives are, after all, just ordinary people.

Cai Yiheng looked at these mortals with faces full of fear and was immediately at a loss.

Cultivators have their own bottom line; slaughtering mortals without cultivation is a taboo in the Daoist sect.

"Senior brother! Don't be soft-hearted! Quickly kill these natives to complete the mission and leave this place!" Qiao Zhijian frowned, his long sword pointing directly at the natives kneeling and begging for mercy, about to swing it down.

The safest option for them would be to break into the native settlement, kill the demon king before he could react, and leave quickly.

"Absolutely not!" Cai Yiheng said firmly. "Slaughtering mortals violates the precepts of Taoism and damages one's own foundation. It is absolutely unacceptable."

"But if we don't kill a few natives, how can we explain this to Senior Zhao?" Qiao Zhixiu frowned.

After thinking for a moment, Cai Yiheng said, "There's no need to kill anyone. Just burn a few houses to make a scene and then report back."

"This plan is brilliant!"

"I'll go burn it!"

The Ling siblings and Qiao Zhi quickly went to a large house nearby.

Ling Qinghan activated his magic, and a ball of orange-red flame ignited in his hand. He then discovered that the house was no ordinary place; it was the granary of the natives.

The room was filled with piles of dried fruit pulp and rows of dried meat drying in the sun.

"Don't be so soft-hearted! The longer you stay, the more dangerous it will be!" Qiao Zhi coldly rebuked from the side.

Without further hesitation, the Ling siblings cast a spell together, and flames shot into the sky.

In an instant, the flames spread, and the natives' grain and fodder warehouse was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

When they saw their granary burning, the local people cried out in despair, but not a single one dared to step forward.

These outsider cultivators were not afraid of the demon king's aura and could easily kill even the feathered dragon. As mortals, they were powerless to resist.

Among the locals were many children, and some women, holding their newborn babies, stared in despair at the burning granaries, their cries filled with anguish.

Cai Yiheng sighed helplessly, "Never mind... this place is not safe to stay any longer, let's leave immediately."

The four of them didn't linger and quickly left Crocodile Dragon Bay.