Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Could you take me to see it? It would be even better if you could conceal your identity."

"Of course you need to conceal your identity. You can disguise yourself as Horse-Face."

Ba Sheng raised his hand, preparing to use the power of the underworld to impersonate Chu Mingkong, but Chu Mingkong stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Grandma Basheng, could you disguise me as a minotaur?"

Chapter Ninety-Five: Entering the Rakshasa Society

Ba Sheng didn't quite understand why Chu Mingkong was so fixated on a minotaur, since there was no difference between the ox-headed and horse-faced demons. However, Ba Sheng let him be in such a trivial matter.

A strange, grayish-red power descended upon Chu Mingkong. His body's extreme Yin energy instinctively protected him, attempting to annihilate this power, but Chu Mingkong managed to suppress it in time, allowing the power to be successfully applied to him.

He thought to himself:

"The power of an unfamiliar system, the power left behind by the goddess who created the underworld... However, it seems to have some connection with the power of extreme yang, otherwise my power of extreme yin would not instinctively resist it. It only reacts to harmful external things, and it doesn't even care about me drinking the acacia dew."

During the conversation, Chu Mingkong had already completed his transformation.

His body grew to a size similar to his physique after his transformation into the Abyss, standing over two meters tall with a robust body, bronze skin, and a very conspicuous bull's head on his neck.

Chu Mingkong, this minotaur, was much taller than the minotaurs carrying the sedan chair.

Having experienced the Abyss Transformation before, Chu Mingkong didn't feel much unfamiliarity with this enormous body and quickly adapted to it.

"Grandma, does this power of the underworld have a name? Underworld divine power? Netherworld divine power?"

“The power of rebirth,” she replied simply, then took out a mask.

Chu Mingkong looked over and saw that the mask resembled a fierce ghost with an eerie style. He remembered seeing a similar mask before. When he first entered the White Tiger Plain to find Feng Ying, he had a conflict with a branch of the Rakshasa Society. Feng Ying's master had also infiltrated the Rakshasa Society to seek advancement.

Basheng's mask, on the other hand, has more intricate patterns and carvings, exuding a noble and dignified air amidst its eerie and bizarre appearance.

"Wearing this mask allows for remote communication, similar to those communication stones?" Chu Mingkong asked curiously.

Ba Sheng wanted to explain, but felt that no matter how much he said, it wouldn't be as good as going in and seeing for himself.

"You'll understand once you go in. Don't speak for a moment. Ox-Head and Horse-Face are just plants among plants in the underworld."

A cloak appeared on the young woman's body. She stepped onto an invisible staircase, her steps slow and deliberate, but in the blink of an eye, she was already on Chu Mingkong's shoulder.

After she put on the mask, a force enveloped her and Chu Mingkong together.

The surrounding environment of the underworld dimmed, as if the scenery changed with every step. Ba Sheng instructed Chu Mingkong to take a step. As soon as he took his first step, the surroundings transformed into a tunnel in a mountain cave, winding and deep, leading to the end of the cave.

In the distance, faint flickering lights could be seen.

Chu Mingkong walked deeper into the tunnel, and at the end of the tunnel was a huge cave hall. An ancient-looking round table was placed there, and many people were already seated.

The entire cave space resembles the inside of an egg, with countless openings in the surrounding rock walls. At each opening sits a person wearing a Rakshasa mask, their expression unreadable, yet their posture conveys the respect they hold for those qualified to sit below.

Chu Mingkong didn't dare to observe too casually, only glancing at the seated people out of the corner of his eye.

They all seemed to have entered this hall from their respective tunnels; roughly speaking, there were about a dozen people here.

Considering that some people may not have arrived yet, the total number might be even higher.

Are these the hidden powerhouses in this world? There are more than Chu Mingkong had imagined!

"To arrive in this space using only a mask as a token is impressive. I can only chat online with paper slips at most. The Buddhist sect has already created a 'metaverse'!"

Chu Ming sighed deeply, but then quickly corrected himself:

It's not a metaverse; in Buddhist terms, it's a causal universe.

Ba Sheng's appearance drew the attention of everyone present.

A flattering, effeminate female voice came through:

"It's rare to see the Yin Empress, who only appears once every few decades. But she's been appearing quite frequently in recent years."

This time, it's even more unprecedented! Not only did they bring their personal mount, but they also made a rare, late arrival even after the meeting had already started. What a rare sight!

The woman who spoke had six fox tails, and her mask, with its fox-like appearance and snake-like fangs, covered her neck, but her forehead was partially exposed, and on her forehead grew a scarlet compound eye resembling a spider.

A spider-fox hybrid? Is it possible for these two species to be together? Is it the spider's promiscuity, or the fox's utter loss of morals?

Just as Chu Mingkong finished his shameless self-deprecating remark in his heart, the woman suddenly unleashed a seductive spell, aimed directly at Chu Mingkong.

He instinctively wanted to retaliate, but remembering Grandma Basheng's instructions, he could only raise his hand to defend himself expressionlessly. The seductive spell landed on his arm, leaving a wet lip print.

"presumptuous."

Ba Sheng glanced coldly at the woman, and a black hand emerged from the underworld, aiming to strike the fox-tailed woman's crown, but was interrupted by a monk in the audience.

The monk recited one of the six-syllable mantras of Buddhism, and the magic here instantly lost its power and decayed.

"Don't interrupt, and don't make a move here," said the monk with a halo behind his head, whose eyebrows were very long and the ends drooped down to his shoulders.

The fox-tailed woman chuckled:

"What a pity, it really is a mount without any intelligence. I thought the Queen of the Underworld had brought a traitor with her on her unprecedented mission~"

Chu Mingkong felt a chill run down his spine. It turned out that this was a test. The seductive spell he had fallen under must have controlled his mind.

Unfortunately, such tricks are useless against the power of extreme Yin.

Grandma Basheng was fully prepared to stop him, but she waited until Chu Mingkong was "tricked" before retaliating. This was because she knew that Chu Mingkong's extreme yin power was not afraid of seductive arts, and she deliberately let Chu Mingkong be tested to dispel the doubts of others.

As for that counterattack just now, Chu Mingkong felt that it was a slap aimed at killing, probably to show his hostile attitude.

Taking advantage of the brief chaos, Chu Mingkong observed everyone he had missed earlier and, sure enough, found the figure he was looking for—the Asura King!

All the attendees wore masks, and Ba Sheng even wore a cloak. Although they all knew each other's identities to some extent, they maintained an air of mystery through their attire.

But the Asura King had no such concerns. She leaned back in her chair, her long, powerful legs propped up on the table. The mask that should have been on her face was instead placed under her delicate bare feet.

Is this... a real-name registration system for internet access?

Among those present was a graceful and elegant woman in white, who was most likely Master's wife, Shen Xuejun.

"As expected, they've come to the Rakshasa Gathering!" Chu Ming thought to himself.

The Asura King said impatiently:

"It's boring and disappointing to not fight even when you want to. If you have something to say, just say it and stop with the nonsense."

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Chapter Ninety-Six: The Scheme of the Smiling Buddha

Chu Mingkong, being a minotaur, naturally couldn't participate in the meeting; he could only stand aside and eavesdrop as a decoration.

He silently concluded in his heart:

"At this Rakshasa Summit of Strongest Members, there were many participants and they were very enthusiastic. At the beginning of the meeting, some members even had some disagreements and frictions. The Asura King kept urging the meeting to proceed in an orderly and efficient manner."

During the meeting, the head monk with long eyebrows briefly reviewed the major events that had recently occurred, including: the Yin-Yang event between Kunlun Mountain and Empress Yueqi, the collision and explosion of the two opposing forces in the Sword Dynasty, and the unfortunate death of his former Buddhist friend, Taoist Peng Bao.

It also astutely pointed out that these major events unfolded systematically following Chu Mingkong's footsteps, detailing the situations that arose wherever he went, and delving into the extraordinary growth of Chu Mingkong's strength...

The above is roughly what the Rakshasa Society was discussing at the beginning. Chu Mingkong didn't expect that the conversation would eventually turn to him.

The fact that this organization can discuss matters at this level and pay close attention to the forces and personnel involved is enough to demonstrate its extraordinary strength and intelligence capabilities.

However, Chu Mingkong already knew all of this, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Chu Mingkong was now more interested in knowing what the key point of this meeting was, and why his master's wife and the Asura King had both come along.

Moreover, Chu Mingkong had previously heard that Rakshasa possessed a method to travel to the Heavenly Realm, which was something he was curious about.

Of course, he was also wary of the Buddhist forces behind this organization.

During the conversation, the long-browed monk who was acting as the host spent a long time laying the groundwork before finally steering the conversation toward the woman in white:

"Lord Xuezhong, your disciple and Chu Mingkong are both outstanding figures in this world. Why have you been so slow to introduce them to us? Even just letting them listen in on the disciples' caves on the wall would be beneficial and an honor, and would greatly help their growth."

"Your levels of attainment are already high; you have no desire to pursue greater challenges. Why not let your disciples hone their skills further? What kind of behavior is it to constantly suppress others without recommending them?"

The woman with the fox-face mask seized the opportunity to chime in:

"Hehe~ Yes, I was originally planning to get to know him, but Xuezhongjun stopped me and said I should take charge of this kid. As a result, his cultivation level and combat power have been growing like wildfire. He's been nowhere to be seen in the Rakshasa Society for half a day. It's been so long since we've seen any talented newcomers arrive?"

The woman in white asked indifferently:

"Are you putting pressure on me? It's not your place to tell me what to do. Do I need you to tell my disciples when to join the association or whether they should join?"

Upon hearing the tone of her voice, Chu Mingkong immediately recognized her as his master's wife. However, only Yun Han could possess such a cold demeanor. Chu Mingkong had never heard of any other female cultivator with icy spiritual energy who was powerful enough to join the Rakshasa Society.

The woman in the fox mask, taking advantage of the fact that the other party was unlikely to actually make a move in this space, calmly chuckled:

"You're getting in my way of getting close to him, don't you have to take some responsibility? If I had gone to cultivate with Chu Mingkong back then, I don't know how strong I would have made him~"

I heard he suppressed his injuries through dual cultivation, and I wonder what kind of dual cultivation technique he used. It's even more powerful than the ones from my Hehuan Sect. I should have gone to fight and exchange techniques with him!

So she's a woman from the Hehuan Sect. No wonder she exudes such "righteousness," yet her every move is greasy and provocative.

As Chu Mingkong muttered to himself, he secretly sensed the aura that was "leaking" from her own body; it was too mixed!

Even the "lip print" she just left on his arm had a very chaotic force, suggesting she was probably a sorceress who practiced sexual enhancement techniques.

The difference between dual cultivation and sexual intercourse lies in the fact that the former involves mutual progress, mutual benefit, and exchange of resources, while the latter is simply one party forcibly absorbing the other's power and cultivation. Not only does one party use the act of union to cultivate, but one party also absorbs the other's power and cultivation.

It seems this demoness from the Hehuan Sect is quite capable; to have reached this level through the art of sexual cultivation, top-notch performance is inevitable.

Unfortunately, it is difficult to perceive the strength of one's cultivation level in this space.

Chu Mingkong had just been hit by a seductive spell, and could only judge that the fox-woman's cultivation level was around the seventh level of the Divine Soul realm. As for the physical strength tempered by the Five Elements cultivation...

Considering her physique is that of a seasoned fighter, she might have fought more than a dozen men in one night, so her physical strength must be very high.

"Woman with body odor, your flattery is getting a little too obvious. Are you planning to sign up with White-Browed Buddha to go to the Heavenly Realm?" the Asura King suddenly asked.

"What do you think? There's no benefit to staying in this world any longer. None of the Rakshasa here are willing to favor me, and other men aren't worth it. Even Chu Mingkong, who's so rare, is guarded and not allowed to be touched." The woman in the fox mask glanced at Xue Zhongjun with a sinister look, showing some apprehension.

Returning to the brief exchange just now, the White-Browed Buddha was completely helpless in the face of Xue Zhongjun's attitude. As for the others present, they indeed had no interest in this dispute and did not want to get involved. They remained silent, only concerned with their own interests.

They only showed curiosity and covetousness when discussing Chu Mingkong's cultivation secrets; otherwise, their reaction was minimal.

Clearly, these people are only interested in the opportunities and information given by the abbot; they won't do anything without payment.

The Snow Lord and the Asura King are difficult to command, and the monk's pressure is merely pressure.