Chapter 204: Masters gather to change the situation (ask for monthly ticket)

Chapter 204: Experts Gather, Situation Changes (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

An Jing stood up, stretching his limbs.

Breaking through a Realm and improving one's bone structure are different; a Realm's improvement can make one feel refreshed, but improving one's bone structure often brings a strange sense of fatigue.

An Jing looked at his hands and said, “If this True Dragon Precious Blood is already so formidable, how incredibly potent must the true dragon essence blood be?”

True Dragon Precious Blood is formed by a True Dragon’s blood absorbing Spiritual Qi, while true dragon essence blood is the most vital blood from a True Dragon’s body.

After the Great Qin Dynasty imperial family obtained the true dragon essence blood, they sealed it using a special method, and subsequently, all imperial descendants became Prodigies in martial arts, and upon reaching the Grandmaster Realm, the True Qi within their bodies was even imbued with a domineering Dragon’s might.

Every Great Qin Emperor was a Martial Dao Emperor, a being whose might shook the world.

Luo Chongyang said faintly, “true dragon essence blood is enough to turn an ordinary person into a Prodigy. The Great Qin Dynasty relied on this true dragon essence blood to extend its national fortune for nearly a thousand years.”

An Jing asked curiously, “If true dragon essence blood were placed before you, would you be tempted?”

He wasn't tempted by True Dragon Precious Blood, but what about the even more precious true dragon essence blood?

“Gain and loss are meaningless; stay or leave as one pleases.”

Luo Chongyang's figure was ethereal, standing between heaven and earth, his expression as calm as water.

An Jing didn't speak, his eyes looking into the distance.

Luo Chongyang asked, “Is anyone else coming?”

An Jing nodded, looking at the distant Black Flood Dragon.

“Roar!”

The Black Flood Dragon gave An Jing a resentful look, then let out a low roar at the sky.

The Dragon’s roar shook the sky, echoing throughout the entire forest, and its Aura was released without restraint.

“Hmm!?”

After about the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, An Jing suddenly noticed dozens of figures appearing around them, two of whom had First Rank Auras. He couldn't help but ask, “How can there be so many experts?”

His original intention was to attract Vajra Puwen, and Su Lian and Su Yue.

Luo Chongyang chuckled from the side, “During the days you were absorbing the True Dragon Precious Blood, Feng Lingyue spread the news of your hunt at Dongluo Pass throughout the entire Great Yan Jianghu, and personally built momentum for you. Now, countless experts are lying in wait around Yunlin City, many of whom have grievances with the Demonic Cult and are waiting to kick them while they're down when you flatten the Demonic Cult. The rest are just here to watch the excitement.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing's face remained expressionless, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

A tall tree catches the wind; this saying applies not only to the Zhenyi Sect but even more so to the Demonic Cult.

Countless people in the world held grudges against the Demonic Cult, but because of the Demonic Cult's power, they could only swallow their anger. Now that someone had raised a banner to flatten the Demonic Cult, these people emerged.

If he won a great victory, they would be ready to kick the Demonic Cult while it was down, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back. If he lost, then he himself would naturally scatter like sand, like birds and beasts.

As An Jing was deep in thought, two graceful figures floated from afar.

The two women, one in black and one in white, were captivating. The woman in black had an alluring figure, her curves enthralling. Her face was covered by a veil, and even though her features couldn't be seen clearly, she still sparked endless imagination.

The woman in white, on the other hand, had exquisite features, her every glance graceful, pure as jade. Her white robes fluttered like a Fairy descended to the mortal world, making one feel a sense of reluctance to defile her.

The arrivals were precisely Su Lian and Su Yue.

“Friend, we have arrived.”

Su Lian landed and spoke to An Jing politely.

Su Yue winked at An Jing, then looked at Luo Chongyang, “Oh! There's a Daoist here too. It seems you've found quite a few helpers.”

The two women exchanged a glance and knew that this Daoist must be Luo Chongyang.

It was already widely known in the Great Yan Jianghu that the Ghost Swordsman and Luo Chongyang were ‘colluding’.

Luo Chongyang glanced at the two and said faintly, “Heavenly Heart Tribulation? I didn't expect this martial art to still exist.”

Heavenly Heart Tribulation!?

An Jing had never even heard of what Luo Chongyang was talking about.

But Su Lian and Su Yue's delicate bodies trembled.

Su Lian cupped her fists and asked, “Senior has sharp eyes.”

Luo Chongyang performed a Daoist salute, “This poor Daoist's Daoist name is Qingyang. Just call me Daoist Qingyang.”

“Greetings, Daoist Priest.”

Su Lian said courteously.

Su Yue didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on Luo Chongyang, seemingly quite wary.

An Jing, meanwhile, transmitted his voice, “Martial Uncle Luo, what is Heavenly Heart Tribulation?”

Luo Chongyang looked at An Jing strangely and said, “You don't know? Aren't they the experts you invited?”

An Jing said, “We are only acquainted; I'm not very clear about their specific background.”

Luo Chongyang chuckled, “Then go ask them yourself.”

This old Daoist Luo.

An Jing looked at Luo Chongyang's calm and unconcerned expression, just as he was about to press for more details, another Buddhist chant suddenly emerged from afar.

“amitābha.”

As the chant drew closer, an old monk in a white kasaya descended.

It was none other than the Buddhist Vajra Puwen.

Luo Chongyang's brow furrowed slightly upon seeing the arrival: “A Buddhist!?”

“Zhenyi Sect?”

Vajra Puwen saw Luo Chongyang's expression and immediately asked, “Who is this benefactor?”

Luo Chongyang's tone was cold, “I am not a benefactor of your Buddhist sect; I am a victim of your Buddhist sect.”

Saying that, Luo Chongyang took a step forward.

Boom!

Immediately, a vast Qi surged from behind him, and then ripples appeared in the air, and a profound Yin and Yang fish emerged.

“Victim?”

Vajra Puwen clasped his hands together, his eyes opening wide.

Vajra's furious gaze, subduing demons and devils.

Buddhist Vajra specializes in combat, so their temperament is naturally not as gentle as that of a Bodhisattva.

Behind him, a gigantic golden Buddha suddenly appeared. The Buddha held the Mudra of Fearlessness in one hand and the Mudra of Granting Wishes in the other, bathed in golden light, radiating a magnificent and extraordinary Aura.

The monk and the Daoist each occupied half the sky, their Auras vast and majestic. Above, the golden light and the intermingling black and white light shone brilliantly, creating a bizarre and colorful spectacle.

Many experts in the distance showed looks of horror, their hearts trembling.

“Such powerful experts.”

“Is this the existence of the Grandmaster Realm?”

“That's a Buddhist Vajra.”

“The other Daoist must also be a top expert in the Great Yan Jianghu.”

“The Ghost Swordsman has invited many experts this time. No wonder he dared to challenge the Demonic Cult.”

Looking at the two confronting each other, discussions arose one after another.

Su Lian and Su Yue exchanged glances, also realizing the terrifying power of the monk and Daoist, especially how the Daoist had merely taken one step forward, forcing the old monk to use a Buddhist secret technique.

“What are you two doing?”

An Jing couldn't help but frown when he saw this.

Luo Chongyang looked at Vajra Puwen and said, “From ancient times, Buddhism and Daoism have been at odds.”

The grievances between the Xuanmen and the Buddhist sect have a long history, but some people have never forgotten them.

When Buddhism flourishes, Xuanmen declines; when Xuanmen flourishes, Buddhism declines. This is an age-old conundrum that is difficult to solve.

Vajra Puwen glared, saying, “This poor monk does not wish to be entangled in Karma, but neither does he fear Karma.”

“Stop fighting for now.”

An Jing's brows knitted into a knot, “I asked you all to come here to deal with the Demonic Cult, not for you two to fight.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Chongyang stepped back, and the Eight Trigrams Yin and Yang fish behind him also gradually dissipated.

Vajra Puwen also withdrew his Buddhist magic, and in an instant, the world became peaceful.

“Let's leave it at that for today.”

Luo Chongyang glanced at Vajra Puwen and said, “But this poor Daoist will one day go to the Western Pure Land, and at that time, I will discuss the Dao with you all.”

Luo Chongyang had always wanted to enter the Buddhist sect and discuss the Dao with Buddhist experts, but he never had much of an opportunity.

Vajra Puwen also showed no weakness, “The Pure Land's gate of缘 (affinity) is always open.”

Then both of them stopped speaking, and the atmosphere immediately eased.

An Jing couldn't help but sigh; this team to flatten the Demonic Cult would likely be difficult to lead.

After pondering for a moment, An Jing asked, “Martial Uncle Luo, do you know how many experts there are in the Demonic Cult?”

Luo Chongyang slowly said, “There are many experts in the Demonic Cult, but two of them require attention. One is the Demonic Cult Leader Jiang Shang; his strength should be above mine, but I can block him. The second is the Grand Elder of the Demon Sealing Platform. If this person makes a move, I'm afraid I can only last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, but this person is in secluded cultivation and hasn't emerged for twenty years.”

“As for the other experts, I'm not very clear, but for now, it should be enough to cope.”

The Ghost Swordsman also brought many experts this time. Besides himself and the Black Flood Dragon, there were also two One Qi Grandmasters, one Two Qi Vajra, and perhaps other Jianghu experts assisting them.

With so many experts gathered, even a thousand-year-old sect like the Demonic Cult would have to think twice.

The Grand Elder of the Demon Sealing Platform was in secluded cultivation, so there was no need to worry. The only variable was Jiang Shang.

Su Lian smiled charmingly and said, “There's no need to worry about Jiang Shang. According to my information, he went to the Great Snow Mountain half a year ago and has been missing ever since.”

An Jing's heart stirred, “Oh? So, does that mean there are no top Grandmaster experts guarding the Demonic Cult?”

Su Lian nodded and said, “That should be the case.”

Vajra Puwen glanced at Su Lian. Jiang Shang not being in the cult should be a secret of the Demonic Cult, yet this woman knew it clearly. It seemed her background was also not simple.

This Ghost Swordsman was indeed extraordinary; no wonder he dared to denounce the Demonic Cult.

At this moment, Vajra Puwen also felt a slight sense of reassurance.

“This time, I need your help to go to the Demonic Cult. I won't say much more, but I will engrave this kindness in my heart.”

An Jing heard this, looked at everyone, and said, “There are two objectives for going to the Demonic Cult this time: first, to chop off the head of the Demonic Cult Leader, and second, to go to the Demon Sealing Well.”

“Demon Sealing Well?”

A glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of the few people present.

They were all very clear about the Demonic Cult's secret place, and naturally, they all yearned for it.

Su Lian chuckled, saying, “I heard that the Demonic Cult has undergone several changes. The current cult leader is very young, the son of Jiang Shang, around thirty-five years old, and his cultivation has already reached the Half-Step Grandmaster Realm, which is quite an achievement.”

A Half-Step Grandmaster at thirty-five years old—this Aptitude was not much worse than Lin Yiyang's, and he had great potential for the future.

An Jing's eyes seemed to surge with a cold tide, “I will personally kill this Demonic Cult Leader.”

For the sake of the Nine Nether Purgatory Demonic Codex, Jiang Shang and his son threatened Qing Mei and even imprisoned her under the Demon Sealing Well. He would surely personally behead Jiang Renyi first.

Last time, he believed Lin Tianhai's words and almost thought his wife was that vicious Demonic Cult Leader. Now, thinking about it, she must have been forced.

However, Qing Mei’s identity as a Young Miss of a prestigious family was fake, but her identity as a member of the Demonic Cult should be correct, and her status was not simple; otherwise, she wouldn't possess a Demonic Cult treasure.

Su Lian looked at An Jing and said, “Friend, when shall we depart?”

Everyone looked at An Jing; with just a word from him, they would all immediately head to Dongluo Pass.

“Let the arrow fly a little longer.”

An Jing took a deep breath, looking towards the distant Dongluo Pass.

Su Lian thought to herself, “Could it be that the Ghost Swordsman is still waiting to build momentum?”

Vajra Puwen’s mind also stirred, “Perhaps more experts are coming. It seems he was prepared long ago.”

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly. After all, Feng Lingyue had put so much effort into building momentum; it couldn't be wasted.

The few people looked in the direction, deep in thought.

They all believed that An Jing was still waiting for the grand trend of eliminating demons and defending the Dao, but only An Jing himself knew that he was waiting for the shackles on the earth scroll to disappear.

In these final moments, absolutely no mistakes could be made.

P.S.: One chapter of six thousand words in the morning, and this chapter of over three thousand, making it almost ten thousand words. I originally wanted to write more, but my head is really dizzy. I'll continue writing tomorrow. It's just these two days. Please continue to ask for a monthly ticket!!! Thank you!