Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 681 - 335

However, she clearly underestimated Chenxiang's strength. Although her movements were exquisite, they were not enough for the now metamorphosed Chenxiang. With a light flash, he dodged Lady Hu's fatal strike and punched her in the chest. She didn't even have the chance to react before she died on the spot.

When Cui Heming arrived at the scene, he saw two corpses lying on the ground and was extremely shocked. He asked in disbelief, "You killed them?"

Chenxiang exhaled and nodded slightly, the previous battle had left him somewhat exhausted.

Cui Heming looked at the familiar corpses on the ground and, after confirming that the Taoist was not breathing, suddenly burst into loud weeping. After such a long time, he could finally escape from this nightmarish life.

After all, Cui Heming came from a prestigious family, was well-versed in literature from a young age, and deeply loved by his parents. He lived a life of luxury, fed on delicacies from land and sea. All because he believed the words of an Immortal and, on a whim, ran into the mountains seeking to cultivate and become an Immortal himself. Little did he expect to enter a Demon Cave, nearly ending up as a pig to be eaten by others.

The events of this period felt like a nightmare which he dared not recall. Fortunately, after the storm passed, the demon he feared most now lay silently at his feet, without a breath of life.

He lifted his tear-streaked face, glanced at Chenxiang who was out of breath, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed loudly, the sound echoing in the tunnel, even causing his forehead to bleed. He said with a choked voice, "Words cannot express the gratitude I owe you, Chenxiang. In the future, if ever you need me, even if it means going through blade mountain or fiery seas, I'll be there."

Chenxiang smiled and nodded, "Brother Cui, we should head up. The smell down here is too unpleasant."

Reminded by Chenxiang, Cui Heming realized that the air did indeed smell bad and hurriedly said, "You're right, let's go up."

The Taoist Temple had once again become peaceful, but those who once lived here had long vanished. Cui Heming breathed deeply the fresh air outside, stretched his arms wide as if embracing a new world. From now on, he could live the life of a normal person again.

Just then, a faint noise caught the attention of the two men. Looking closely, they saw that the Taoist's simple-minded daughter was hiding inside a large jar.

"Chenxiang, what should we do with this foolish child? She is innocent after all, and with her abilities, it will be very difficult for her to survive in this world," Cui Heming asked.

At that moment, he felt compassion, thinking if it came to it, he would just take the young girl home with him. After all, his family was wealthy and would not mind an extra mouth to feed.

But Chenxiang fixed his gaze on the young girl, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

Cui Heming, noticing his companion's unease, asked anxiously, "What's wrong, is there something amiss with this child?"

Unexpectedly, Chenxiang revealed a smile and said, "Honored Master, how does it feel to take over a little girl's body?"

At these words, Cui Heming stumbled backward several steps, looking incredulously at the girl with a simpleton's face, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Chenxiang, make sure you see clearly, this is not the demon, this is his daughter."

Chenxiang did not respond, still staring intensely at the young girl, his aura growing stronger as if he were a tiger about to pounce.

Suddenly, the young girl sighed like an old person and said, "How did you recognize me?"

The Taoist could not understand how Chenxiang had undone his perfect body possession, a technique of legend. This little girl's body was the most suitable one he had painstakingly searched for among countless people—a vessel ideal for his possession. He had refrained from a full transfer of consciousness only because it was a female's body. Then Chenxiang appeared out of nowhere, destroyed his physical form, and out of sheer desperation, he made this choice.

Originally, he had planned to use Chenxiang's compassionate hearts to successfully blend in with them; after all, at this time, he was genuinely in the body of a little girl. It was difficult to survive in this perilous world, and if he could stay close to them, he would not only be worry-free regarding food and clothing but he might also have the opportunity for revenge.

However, what he didn't expect was that even at this time, Chenxiang still recognized him, causing all of his careful planning to go to waste.

Chenxiang sneered, "I didn't recognize you, I just smelled that stench on you."

The Taoist didn't understand; he had never detected the smell that Chenxiang spoke of, so much so that he lifted his own arm to sniff and found no stench.

Little did he know, the stench Chenxiang referred to was emanating from his corrupt and sinful soul, a scent only perceptible to someone as extraordinarily gifted as Chenxiang, or to those who had developed their Divine Sense.

At this point, the Taoist knew he couldn't escape, so he decided to break the pot by falling. He stiffened his neck and said, "I have no excuses if my skills are inferior. You may kill or slash as you please."

Chenxiang, however, asked, "Have you ever heard of True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao?"

Chenxiang thought that although this Taoist was inexperienced in cultivation, his varied and numerous encounters with different schools indicated he had come into contact with the world of cultivators. Chenxiang hoped to get some information about his uncle from him, especially whether anyone in this world had ever defeated him.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist was also confused, "Who is True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao?"

Hearing this, Chenxiang knew it was pointless to ask further, so he said dejectedly, "If you don't know, then it has nothing to do with you. I might as well send you on your way then!"

"I do know of True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao you speak of," Cui Heming suddenly interjected.

Chenxiang was immediately overjoyed and asked eagerly, "You've really heard of his name?"

"If you're referring to the True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao at the mouth of the Guan River, then yes, I know him," said Cui Heming with a smile.

"All I know is that his name is True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, he has three eyes, and his power is terrifying," spoke Chenxiang truthfully.

"That's right. He is a real immortal, and a particularly remarkable one at that, endowed with the Eight-Nine Mystical Arts, wielding a Three-pointed Double-edged Sword, followed by the Six Brothers of Meishan and Eight Thousand Grass Head Gods. He is the War God among heaven and earth. My grandmother lives by the mouth of the Guan River—there, the temple of the True Monarch is bustling with incense offerings made to him. Why are you inquiring about him?" Cui Heming explained. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

No wonder Cui Heming was astonished; compared to themselves, True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao was a personage of legend, existing as far apart as heaven and earth, too vast a gap for intersection.

After a moment of silence, Chenxiang said, "I have a grudge against him, and I seek a master who can defeat him to take me as a disciple."

The words were shocking, like a thunderclap splitting the sky. Cui Heming's mouth fell open as he looked at Chenxiang, feeling that his friend had gone mad. That was the legendary True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, a renowned figure even among immortals. How could Chenxiang possibly have a grudge against him?

"Stop joking, Chenxiang. How could we be involved with such a significant figure?"