Chapter 24: The Evil Monk and the Sorcerer's Plot for Wealth

  After transporting the law for a week, Wang Guang began to continuously spray out the law after the consumption of refining was slightly recovered. The green smoke seemed to entwine on the stone pillar like a python, and as time passed, Wang Guang's face became more and more pale, until his face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly due to the massive surge of law in a short period of time.

  "Maitreya Buddha! Daoist, don't be arrogant." The big monk on the side saw Wang Guang become like this, and without caring about the materials in the bronze cauldron in front of him, he brushed aside and jumped to Wang Guang's side, raising his hand to throw out a ball of golden light.

  The golden light disc spun above the Taoist's head, and countless golden light spots fell from the golden light onto his body. At this time, Wang Guang felt that his almost depleted magical powers began to recover rapidly. "Boundless Heavenly Venerable! You've come just in time."

  He shouted a spell, and his hands quickly waved in the air, threads of condensed magic power flew out from his fingertips and wrapped around the stone pillar. The stone pillar emitted a low hum after receiving these green silk-like magic powers. Upon closer inspection, it was found that the long nails on the stone pillar were all inserted into the stone pillar, making a rustling sound as they moved.

  A thousand strands of green silk transformed into a long snake, the long snake slithered back and forth tens of times. Suddenly, this stone pillar stopped its low hum, followed by a flash of green light, and in an instant all the strange phenomena disappeared.

  "It's done." Wang Guang said in a low voice, then sat cross-legged to recover from the consumption of just activating the formation.

  The great monk on the side saw this appearance and didn't dare to disturb him, so he went back to his original position to continue tempering various ores to make the necessary tools for the formation.

  A three-foot-long command flag was restored by Wang Guang and inserted into the wall, a short knife flew an axe, inlaid on the floor and walls according to specific techniques. Various strange things such as poisonous arrows, hidden thunder, fierce fire, and poisonous smoke were all placed in this square room.

  In the blink of an eye, fifty days passed. The monk and the Taoist worked day and night to build their little nest. Except for meditation and practicing internal energy, the two had not rested for a moment. Although they were extremely exhausted after completing the array of mechanisms in the seven or eight secret rooms, they felt very relieved in their hearts.

  "This humble monk originally intended to break through the three layers of the law, but seeing you working hard and not bearing to let you pay alone, that's why I lent a hand. After everything was set up, the great monk lay down on the Wan Zai Qing and said to Wang Guang with exhaustion."

  "Hmph! Monk, stop pretending in front of me. If you could break through the three layers of the Law Gate, you wouldn't have given up. It must be that after I left, your attempt to break through failed." Wang Guang didn't even bother to carefully consider whether what the other person said was true or false, and casually said this sentence.

  "You dare to slander me, a poor monk? If you continue like this, I'll fight you to the death." The big monk suddenly sprang up from the ground, his bald head gleaming with a ferocious expression as he glared at Wang Guang: "If my calculations are correct, in just a few more days it will be the day when the Wanling Fruit ripens. This time we'll make our move, not only to seize the unowned spiritual fruit but also to snatch those belonging to others."

  "A man cannot become rich without ill-gotten wealth, a horse cannot grow fat without stealing grass at night." Wang Guang took a deep breath and smiled wryly: "To kill, burn, and plunder for one's own benefit, I used to do this often when I was in the mortal world. It's just that now that I've just entered the cultivation world, my own magical powers are weak and I don't have any means of killing enemies, so I had to forcibly calm down. But you bring it up, and it has stirred up my thoughts!"

  "Haha! Fellow Taoist, people like us who have been through the bloody depths, which one of us didn't start out this way? Regardless of whether they're from a prestigious sect or an evil demonic cult, anyone who has experienced that place will find it exceptionally easy to do things like burning, killing, and looting. After three to five days of adjusting our state, we'll make our move. With this formation mechanism in place, those who can catch up will probably be unable to escape again."

  In the blink of an eye, three to five days passed, and during this time, the two relied on the Wan Zai Qing to continuously transport their magical powers, honing their killing skills. Although the improvement was not great, it was much better than before when they didn't have this treasure.

  The two of them fought in a secret room for a while, then put away their tools and left the secret room. After changing their appearance, they headed towards the place where low-ranking outer door disciples often tried to train, where the demon beasts gathered.

  The Hundred Demons Valley is the largest gathering place for demon beasts where newly-entered Qi Refining disciples of the One Qi Sect come to trial. This gathering place covers an area of seven or eight hundred miles, and inside it there are not only various demon beasts running on land, but also flying in the sky, swimming in water, and burrowing underground. A large number of outer sect disciples, and even some inner sect disciples, will come here to fight with demon beasts, on one hand to improve their own combat experience, and on the other hand to collect materials to refine magic treasures and trade crystal stones.

  "What a huge Maitreya Buddha! I feel very awkward!" On this day, two black-robed Taoist priests came to the Hundred Demons Valley. The two priests were both two meters tall and had ferocious faces. One of the priests had a face full of fleshy scars, and as he walked, his body shook up and down, making his large cheeks quiver, which, combined with some scars on his face, made him look even more ferocious.

  "What's the big deal? Nothing is a big deal for crystal stones. Once we've accumulated enough crystal stones, I'll go to the inner temple to buy a spiritual vein, and when the time comes, we can put this spiritual vein in our secret room, which will make our cultivation speed better." The fat Taoist priest next to him shook his dustpan with a nonchalant expression: "Last time I went to listen to the lecture, that old Taoist said that we can crush the crystal stones and then absorb the spiritual energy inside. Although this way will waste a lot of spiritual energy, it won't have the aftereffect of making our body and meridians weak due to absorbing the whole crystal stone."

  "Maitreya Buddha! Fellow Daoists, your sect is really generous, actually selling spiritual veins? How many crystal stones per vein? In my day, the sect I was in only had a few stray cats, let alone spiritual vein materials. Even the free ordinary pellets were scarce." The fat Daoist's face trembled involuntarily.

  "It's said that the smallest one requires tens of millions of crystal stones, eh, about the same price as that Golden Elixir." Wang Guang lowered his voice and began to explain quietly to the monk-like person beside him. Just then, two Qi Practitioners descended from the sky with a flash of sword light, and soon after, Wang Guang and the great monk heard a series of wails and howls coming from where the two Qi Practitioners had landed.

  "Hurry up and follow, what a great opportunity." Wang Guang stuck out his tongue to lick his lips and said in a low voice. "After wandering around here for three to five days, I finally got the chance."

  "You're being overly cautious, in the past when I was a lone monk, I would attack and kill anyone I met without fear. But now that I'm with you, every day is spent in timid hesitation, not daring to do this or that, it's utterly boring."

  "Hmph! Monk, you don't have my experience, so your thoughts are different." Wang Guang snorted coldly and didn't use the Hundred Mile Flash to hurry along. Instead, he mobilized his magical powers and ran swiftly on the ground. "In the past, when I had just learned martial arts, I was as arrogant as you. Later, I was almost killed by someone. After being a slave for three to five years, I finally understood that when one's own strength is not outstanding among the crowd, it's best not to be arrogant. Arrogance leads to getting beaten up."

  As they spoke, the two of them drew closer to the place where the fight was taking place. Hiding under a large tree, they saw that two young Qi practitioners were directing flying swords to go up and down and flip over as they fought with a four-armed ape.

  Only a few feet tall, its entire body was covered in black fur, with a large head and a distinctive golden lock of hair on top. The golden hair was neatly combed, but it quivered with each of the ape's shrill cries. Moreover, its four long arms grasped flying swords, shields, spears, and double-edged axes - all manner of weapons. From this, it could be seen that this four-armed ape had lived in Hundred Spirits Valley for a very long time; otherwise, it would not have learned to wield these weapons like the cultivators who danced with knives and swords.

  And look at the apes wielding these weapons, there is a certain routine to it. The long spear emerges from the water, and the gun flowers fly down; the shield swings, as if it were a thick boulder; and the giant axe of the wheel swings, rolling up the wind. A flying sword grasps the middle, either stabbing or lifting, with a different kind of joy.

  Those two Qi practitioners seemed to come here often and were very familiar with the four-armed ape's moves. The two of them manipulated their flying swords, which flew up and down, sometimes turning into a rain of points that fell on the ape's head, and sometimes turning into a mountain of knives that rolled past its lower body. For a time, the sound of clashing filled the air as they killed with great fanfare.

  "Boundless Buddha, these two Qi practitioners are just honing their sword skills, but I don't know if they've cultivated any divine abilities." The big monk on the side pulled out two demon-subduing mallets and spun them around in his hands. "You go lure away the apes, then toss a few thunderfire bombs to blast these two Qi practitioners, and I'll take care of them personally."

  "The poor Taoist will deal with these two Qi practitioners, you go and lure the ape away." Wang Guang refused the monk's suggestion without hesitation. "Your cauldron can not only attack but also tame demons, this four-armed ape is rare, taking it in would also increase your own strength."

  "This humble monk's spiritual power is too weak and cannot accept such a powerful demon beast. You are teasing this humble monk." The monk shook his head in disapproval.

  "Don't waste ink." Wang Guang snorted, flipped his hand and pulled out the gourd from his waist, pouring out dozens of dark thunderbolts to the monk, while he himself pulled out a chain and jumped out fiercely towards the two Qi-practicing warriors.

  "Halt! You wicked Dao, how dare you harm my family's pet? Are you trying to challenge our Hurricane Gang?" Wang Guang shouted while slapping the gourd bottom, and three to five thumb-sized dark thunders emerged from the gourd. These dark thunders were actually One-Breath Dark Thunders, which grew longer when met with wind, instantly transforming into three to five fist-sized cyan light spheres.

  Several dark thunders collided with each other in mid-air, transforming into a ball of cyan flames that rolled towards the two Qi practitioners.

  "Be careful, young brother." A slightly older cultivator reacted quickly, seeing a figure suddenly jumping out from behind a large tree to throw a thunder fire bomb at them. With a change in his spell, the flying sword that was entangled with the four-armed ape let out a sharp cry in mid-air, turned around and flew towards the thunder fire.