ragginovel Chapter 118 Baoxiang Kingdom
Chapter 118 Baoxiang Kingdom
Chapter 119 Baoxiang Kingdom (Bonus Chapter, Please Read On!)
The sharp glint in Fan Yuan's eyes gradually faded.
Wave Moon Cave is another troublesome place after the Yellow Wind Monster.
As the leader of the Western White Tiger constellation among the Twenty-Eight Constellations of Heaven, Kui Mulang's combat power, even if he were to descend to the mortal realm without permission, would still be above that of a Celestial Immortal.
In the original story, Pigsy and Sandy joined forces but were utterly defeated by Kui Mulang. Even after Sun Wukong was brought back, the two sides fought for fifty or sixty rounds before a victor emerged.
"The demon cave is a dead end, but this ordeal isn't confined to a single stage."
The outline of the original Journey to the West came to Fan Yuan's mind.
Tang Sanzang was transformed into a magnificent tiger, the White Dragon Horse disguised as a palace maid to assassinate the Yellow Robe Monster, and Pigsy was provoked into going to Flower Fruit Mountain to ask the Monkey King for help.
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This series of dramatic changes, which were enough to influence the course of the Journey to the West catastrophe, did not occur in the Wave Moon Cave.
It happened in the human world, in the imperial court of Baoxiang Kingdom!
"The Kingdom of Baoxiang"
Fan Yuan muttered these three words in a low voice.
Before this, in order to avoid possible investigation, he had been hiding in the wilderness or in the chaotic world of cultivation markets.
Even so, he was repeatedly disturbed by troublemakers or attracted the attention of powerful demons by accident, and he could never find peace.
But the jade slip containing the "Records of Heaven and Earth Gods" in the library outside the Wuzhuang Temple completely awakened him.
Hidden away in the city.
In the world of Journey to the West, the strong prey on the weak, and powerful beings can easily cover tens of thousands of miles with their divine sense. However, in cities where mortals live, especially in the capitals of dynasties, the situation is quite different.
Mortal dynasties are naturally governed by their own destiny.
The turbid atmosphere of the mortal world, where millions gather, intertwines with the dynasty's fortune, forming a natural barrier.
Even ordinary powerful beings would have their divine senses suppressed to some extent in the capital. Meanwhile, lower-level gods like the Earth God and the City God were responsible for maintaining order in the mortal realm. As long as they didn't massacre cities or sever the earth's veins, they would completely ignore low-level cultivators who mingled among mortals.
This also relieved Fan Yuan of any worries about the upcoming plans.
Once they made up their minds, they set off immediately.
Half a month later.
Border of Baoxiang Kingdom.
A caravan heading west was slowly making its way along the official road.
Night falls.
The caravan camped near a dense forest less than a hundred miles from the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom. A campfire was lit, and the guards took turns keeping watch at night.
Using the excuse of relieving himself, Fan Yuan quietly slipped into the depths of the dense forest.
He stopped behind a sheltered mound and quickly formed hand seals.
"The scheme in the Wave Moon Cave is too deep. If you want to plot against that relic, you have to start from the mortal court."
Fan Yuan patted his storage bag, and a magical artifact appeared in his palm. This was the last complete mid-grade magical artifact he had captured.
He then forced out a drop of his life essence blood, which fell into the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror].
hum!
The mirror trembled slightly, swallowing up the essence and the magical artifact.
Fan Yuan closed his eyes and began to sketch the appearance and design of his clone in the mirror.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The Radiant Light of the Primordial Mirror then quickly subsided.
[Advanced clone successfully formed!]
Current number of clones: three
[Account feedback rate: 20%]
Race: Human
[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of Spirit Refinement]
Delivery area: within a radius of twenty li (approximately 10 kilometers).
This clone was dressed in a faded blue Taoist robe, with his hair tied in a Taoist bun and a wooden hairpin inserted diagonally.
He had a lean face, with a long beard of three strands under his chin. He held a slightly worn whisk in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a subtle glint of light as they opened and closed. He had the air of a celestial being and an otherworldly demeanor.
Fan Yuan looked at the reflection in the mirror, secretly named it Yun Zhongzi, and nodded in satisfaction.
In the eyes of mortals, a cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit Refining realm is already a living deity capable of summoning wind and rain and drawing talismans to exorcise evil spirits, enough to attract attention. However, in the eyes of true immortals and Buddhas, they are nothing more than ants who have just entered the path, not even qualified to be schemed against.
"Go," Fan Yuan ordered.
Yun Zhongzi bowed slightly, performed a Taoist kowtow, flicked his whisk, and appeared deep in the dense forest in another desolate direction.
Having done all this, Fan Yuan erased the lingering scent of the place and quietly returned to the caravan camp.
The caravan will break camp early tomorrow morning.
His true form will remain a guard, staying peacefully in an inn in the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom, observing the upcoming grand drama from the sidelines under the cover of seclusion in the city.
at the same time.
It is a thousand miles away from Baoxiang Kingdom.
Wanzishan Mountain, Boyue Cave.
This place lacks the auspicious aura of a blessed land; instead, it is filled with a dense, demonic aura rising into the sky. Dark clouds loom overhead, and a howling wind rages, shrouding the entire mountain in a fierce and malevolent atmosphere.
The two large doors of the Wave Moon Cave were tightly closed, and dozens of small demons wielding knives and spears were patrolling the mountain outside, each with a ferocious expression.
Deep within the cave, Baihuaxiu rested on a couch. Not far away, Kui Mulang sat upright on a tiger-skin chair, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing. Within his body, a hidden yet powerful stellar primordial energy flowed slowly.
Sudden.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
In that instant, a thin crack silently appeared deep within the dark clouds above Wanzishan Mountain.
A thin, almost imperceptible silver light descended silently from the heavens, piercing through layers of demonic energy and landing directly inside the Wave Moon Cave.
Inside the cave, the silver light faded, transforming into a human figure.
Baihua Xiu was startled and looked up. She saw that the newcomer was thin, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. He was wearing a plain white kasaya and stood in the dim light, bowing respectfully: "Yinfeng, the Wind Patrol Envoy under the Bodhisattva Lingji, greets Your Excellency."
Baihua Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and she was about to speak when she saw Kui Mulang get up and walk to her bedside. His expression was gentle: "An old friend of mine has come to visit. Madam, please rest in the room. I'll be right back."
Although Baihua Xiu sensed something was amiss, she simply nodded gently and watched him stride away.
The western gate of the capital city of Baoxiang Kingdom.
The caravan manager tossed a few pieces of silver into Fan Yuan's hand and waved for him to leave.
Fan Yuan tossed the loose silver in his hand, put it into his pocket, and turned to walk into the crowd.
As soon as Fan Yuan stepped into the city gate, he felt a slight weight on his shoulders. This was not physical weight, but rather a suppression of his soul.
The mortal dust and turbidity of the city, formed by hundreds of thousands of ordinary people, mixed with the fate of the Baoxiang Kingdom, created an invisible net.
Fan Yuan tried to project his divine sense outwards and found that his divine sense, which could originally extend hundreds of feet away from his body, was now suppressed to less than a hundred feet and its operation was extremely sluggish.
"Just as I thought."
Fan Yuan nodded to himself.
This suppression of human destiny is a quagmire that high-level cultivators must avoid at all costs; if they stay there for a long time, it will defile their primordial spirit.
But for lower-level cultivators, it was the perfect hiding place.
Even if Kui Mulang himself were to appear, he might not be able to detect him.
He wandered around the city for half an hour, familiarizing himself with the main roads and the distribution of the city gates.
The spiritual energy within the city was extremely thin, but Fan Yuan didn't care at all. His current cultivation did not rely entirely on his physical body sitting and breathing exercises; he only needed to ensure the absolute safety of his physical body.
Fan Yuan found an inconspicuous inn in a secluded alley in the east of the city.
After paying for half a month's room, he entered the guest room, locked the door, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
With hands forming a mudra, the 【Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror】 lit up in the sea of consciousness.
Fan Yuan's divine sense instantly descended upon his clone, Yun Zhongzi.