Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

Xu Ming watched He Yinglian, using the unique swordsmanship of the Green Lotus Sect, suppress Wuweizi of the Taibai Sword Sect, feeling extremely pleased.

The members of the Taibai Sword Sect had always been arrogant, claiming that with a sword from Taibai, they were unmatched, and they looked down upon the Green Lotus Sect, thinking they only relied on the fame of Fairy Biyou to have some prestige in the so-called Sword Dao.

Now that He Yinglian suppressed Taibai, it truly vented the bitterness in his heart, making him feel very comfortable. However, to avoid angering these sword maniacs, he still tried hard to restrain his facial expressions to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.

Just then, a faint, unknown fragrance drifted over, smelling slightly of chrysanthemum, filling him with curiosity about its origin.

However, before he could ponder it for long, he found himself unable to move, and knowing the strange fragrance was poisonous, he hurriedly tried to summon his mana, but found that the normally docile mana now felt like a huge mountain, unmovable no matter how his soul struggled, he couldn't help but think: What a potent poison.

The several elders nearby also noticed something was wrong, but by then it was too late and they too couldn't move.

"It would be better for all of you not to waste your strength. This poison is my meticulous creation, crafted from one hundred and eight precious materials in a medicine furnace over eighty-one days, ensuring that even if a Great Luo Immortal came today, he wouldn't be able to move a bit," a voice declared.

As the voice fell, a Taoist slowly stepped forward, wearing a striking red Qiangjin crown, dressed in a deep black silk robe, stepping in green, billowing cloud-stepping boots, and wearing a yellow, flowing official's tassel.

He was tall yet very gaunt, with prominent cheekbones and a thin strand of goatee, he was none other than the current State Preceptor of the Great Chen Dynasty, Jinguang Taoist.

"Jinguang Taoist, what is your purpose in poisoning us?" someone fiercely questioned.

"Nothing much, merely that I need to refine something and am missing one ingredient. I hope you all can assist," Jinguang Taoist replied leisurely, fingers twirling his goatee.

"What are you missing?" Hope ignited in them, as where there's a need, there's room for negotiation.

"What's missing is the flesh of cultivators on Earth. Since all of you cultivate the Primordial Spirit and the Great Dao, these bodies are just useless carcasses that you will eventually discard. Wouldn't it be perfect to give them to me?"

Upon hearing this, they knew Jinguang Taoist clearly wasn't giving them a way out. Though their cultivation of the Primordial Spirit and the Great Dao meant using their bodies merely as transitional vessels, they regarded them as rafts to cross the bitter sea of life, which without, they couldn't survive.

They were about to protest, but Jinguang Taoist was not in the mood for further talk. Having managed with difficulty to assemble all the major figures of the Great Chen cultivation realm, he naturally wanted to hasten things.

At his command, a large force of armored soldiers suddenly appeared around the venue, armed and even pushing catapults.

The once revered immortals now looked like lambs ready for slaughter. Unable to use their mana, how could they resist the arrows launched from the catapults? Instantly, wails filled the air, and some, unwilling to die this way, desperately tried to flee, only to find a massive formation had risen around the venue at some unknown time, trapping them inside.

Members from various sects huddled together trying to withstand the rain of arrows, but without their mana, they couldn't resist, and soon casualties occurred.

Several elders watched as their cherished disciples died tragically before their eyes, feeling utterly desolate.

To their further despair, the bodies of the deceased were transforming into red ash, swirling around the venue.

Jinguang Taoist walked with firm steps, chanting spells, his body surging with mana. Under the effect of the spell, the red ash transformed into numerous crimson eyes floating around the venue.

Strange eyes blinked in the air, adding an even more eerie feel to the atmosphere.

Jinguang Taoist let out a piercing laugh, "Don't rush, take your time. Soon, you will all transform into my eyes, and together we shall enjoy eternal life. How wonderful will that be!"

"Bah! Demon Lord!" the crowd spat in disgust.

"Demon Lord, what a fine title. Perhaps I should call myself the Demon Monarch from now on!" Jinguang Taoist was in exceptionally high spirits, even finding the time to mock the remaining onlookers.

Just then, the weather changed dramatically. The previously clear sky suddenly became overcast with dense clouds, and a fierce wind swept up dust across the land, signaling that a storm was on its way.

"Where did this rain come from?" Jinguang Taoist frowned, having not sensed any signs of impending rain.

The wind howled and the rain poured, making it impossible for the soldiers to fight in such conditions, forcing them to retreat.

The rain grew heavier, seeming to turn the entire world into a water world. In this torrential downpour, a Scholar slowly walked out from the curtain of rain. Dressed in ordinary scholarly attire with a treasured sword at his waist and holding a list of unknown material in his hand, he walked leisurely through the heavy rain, yet his clothes remained completely dry.

"Where did this Scholar come from, daring to meddle in my affairs?" Jinguang Taoist glared furiously.

The answer was a fierce wind borne with heavy rain transforming into a massive wave that crashed down directly at him. Jinguang Taoist hastily tried to resist the wave with his mana, but he was swept away like a solitary boat in the storm.

"Big Brother Lu!" He Yinglian exclaimed with joy, she had not expected Lu Yu to appear by her side in her moment of despair, just as he had years ago.

"Summoning wind and rain?" Several elders recognized the Divine Skill Lu Yu was using; it was clearly the technique of summoning wind and rain recorded in the Heavenly Book.

Jinguang Taoist was blown away by the giant wave and skidded across the ground for dozens of meters before he could stop. He stood up and glared fiercely at Lu Yu, "Seeking death!"

Pulling out a small furnace, he blew gently and a faint yellow smoke flew towards Lu Yu, obviously the same poison that had afflicted the crowd earlier, only now it seemed much more potent.

The smoke struggled to advance in the rain and barely reached near Lu Yu. Lu Yu then summoned the Treasure Vase and the virulent poison that Jinguang Taoist took pride in was all sucked into the vase.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Thanks for the State Preceptor's poison!" came Lu Yu's calm voice, which infuriated Jinguang Taoist to the point of steaming with rage.

He then took out his own treasured sword and charged at Lu Yu. At this moment, the world was already surrounded by water and since Lu Yu was primarily trained in Water Arts, he naturally maneuvered the water waves with ease and blocked all of Jinguang Taoist's attacks.

Seeing his prolonged attacks were in vain, Jinguang Taoist grew increasingly anxious and yelled, "Are you not going to take action? Don't you want your treasured medicine?"

As soon as these words fell, the Lord of the Great Chen appeared holding the Jade Seal, "State Preceptor, don't deceive me. I have yet to see the treasured medicine you promised me!"

Though he spoke these words, the Lord of the Great Chen knew that he and Jinguang Taoist were bound together for better or for worse and must support each other fully.