A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 108 - 99: The Great Demon Emerges, Instructor Enters the City

Looking at the two limp headless corpses lying on the ground, Fourth Chief Ghost Head Monk felt a chill run down his spine.

The Blood Vajra from Fulong Mountain, the top expert in hardening techniques, with innate divine power capable of battling demonic creatures like the Eight-armed Ape!

Just like that, their heads were crushed? Dead and gone?!

The Big Brother acted with such ruthlessness, yet he had a kind face like a Living Bodhisattva!

Ghost Head Monk's throat tightened and his heart pounded like a drum, instantly giving rise to a strong urge to turn and flee.

But he didn't dare take a step forward; as the fourth chief of the Red Eyebrow Sect, he knew a fair amount about the capabilities of the other bosses.

The Second Brother excelled in hardening techniques, his "Mystic Yang Dragon and Tiger Body" was honed to perfection, even his vulnerable parts like the groin, throat, and nose were tempered to nothingness.

The Third Brother expertly wielded a great spear with godlike skill, and when he had a weapon in hand, he could charge on horseback, rendering martial artists of the same level as helpless as chickens and dogs, utterly defenseless.

The Fifth Brother, like the Big Brother, had a stroke of fortune, his body particularly strong, with endless stamina. Once in a duel, he ran two galloping horses to death with his bare feet.

Not to mention the Sixth and Seventh Brothers, who each mastered peerless skills, each with their strengths.

Even within Yihai Prefecture, they could be considered notable figures!

Yet these Third-Practice Experts willingly submitted to a mere mining laborer in Daye Town, recognizing him as their leader.

Naturally, there were ample reasons.

First and foremost, his innate talent and bone structure were exceptionally outstanding!

The Big Brother had exceptional martial arts aptitude, mastering a variety of skills, and could learn any technique in detail within ten days or half a month.

Secondly, his prestige was such that young men from all around regarded him with respect and admiration, following him willingly and eagerly.

The kind of foundation that would take a prestigious family three generations to build, the Big Brother established in just a few years with his generosity and magnanimous spirit.

Such capability!

"Big Brother's 'Great Buddha's Nine Heavens' skill, combining lightweight skill, body technique, fist and palm techniques, and inner cultivation and Qi nourishment! Absolutely cannot run!"

Ghost Head Monk was terrified, fearing that if he turned, his head might be taken.

"Fourth Brother, you've come."

Lao Dao's hand was smeared with thick, turbid red-and-white fluid, and underfoot lay shattered skulls with Heavenly Spirit Covers cracked open, emitting a strong stench.

"Big Brother... I truly realize I was wrong! I shouldn't have colluded with Second Brother and the Fifth Brother with demonic creatures! I was bewitched by the two of them!"

Looking as if Hell's Blood Sea was rising with the ferocious and menacing Heaven-defying Saber, Ghost Head Monk's legs went weak, and he knelt down directly:

"Second Brother told me that Demon King has extraordinary origins, mastering the Skin Training Secret Technique and alchemical recipes. Just by joining his ranks and currying favor, the benefits would be endless!

I was momentarily clouded... Big Brother, you know I've always obeyed you, adhered to virtue, and never killed recklessly!"

Lao Dao slowly approached, his smile kind and serene, as though he could embrace everything, his tone calm, like the gurgling stream in a mountain ravine:

"Fourth Brother, you are not greedy, nor diligent in practicing, yet now have managed to cultivate the Water and Fire Immortal Robe, that Demon King's elixir pills are indeed potent."

Ghost Head Monk quickly pulled out a few dragon-eye-sized, glistening items that looked like iron beads, holding them up with both hands as he presented them:

"Big Brother! These were given by that Demon King, Second Brother distributed them to me, and I didn't even dare to consume a single one!"

Lao Dao spread his five fingers, catching the elixir pills rolling into his palm, feeling their weight. The outer layer of the elixir robe was made from lead and mercury; if an ordinary person swallowed it, they couldn't digest it, often ending up with a tragic fate of intestine perforation.

"Such fierce ingredients, medicine akin to tigers and wolves specifically to hasten vitality, forcibly enhance Qi and blood, break through levels. This kind of inferior product, can make you abandon your humanity, and be mere lackeys to demonic creatures, it's not worth it."

Ghost Head Monk's face was bewildered; he only knew that every time his training made no progress, taking one would feel exceptionally vigorous.

Every muscle and bone immediately filled with strength, the dull practice became exhilarating, more enjoyable than lying with a woman!

"Fourth Brother, of all our brothers, before the siege at the Chaotian Sect, you are the only one I ever wished to kill. Do you know why?"

Lao Dao's eyes were calm, his words devoid of the slightest emotion, and Ghost Head Monk, terrified to his core, yet with the sharp senses of a Third-Training Martial Artist, could detect not a hint of malice.

"Your eyes are improper, always liking to stare at Xiao Qi."

Crack!

Before Ghost Head Monk could react, his eyes went dark, and in a flash, his eyeballs, like water-filled bags, were punctured, turning into two horrifying bloody holes.

"Big Brother… you old thing! No matter how you pretend to be a good person, aren't you also a thief and a bandit!"

Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Ghost Head Monk knew he wouldn't survive, covering his face while cursing:

"Pretentious! Always talking nonsense about upholding justice! Is the way of heaven righteous? Where is the way? After three thousand years of chaos, even the Daoists pursuing immortality are struggling in the mire!"

Lao Dao calmly responded in a soft voice:

"Fourth Brother, rest assured, your sins, I will bear them!"

He raised his hand, ready to crush Ghost Head Monk's skull, sending him to meet King Yama.

Roar!

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly erupted, sweeping across the vast sky tinged with a hint of white!

Lao Dao's body stiffened slightly, and his serene, aged face displayed ripples like a stone tossed into a lake.

Having his eyes gouged, Ghost Head Monk felt the terrifying aura rising, and he couldn't help but feel joy—the Demon King had arrived!

That Demon King with a body transformed seven times, with a great chance of heading along the Black Water River to the Nu Yun River to ascend as a dragon, had finally come!

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Outside Black River County, a colossal twenty-zhang long creature moved along the ground, its triangular head with a protrusion of something unusual, appearing rather impressive, its red-brown skin covered densely with tiny scales.

Wherever it passed, plants snapped, soil and rocks crumbled, and the narrow rural road was forcibly widened into a broad path on which two carriages could drive side by side.

Strange currents of demonic air, like the thick miasma of a deep forest, surrounded the giant serpent. Some exiled laborers recently escaped from the outer city were all felled, turning into pools of foul-smelling sludge.

The demon's massive body coiled through the forest, then straightened, overlooking Black River County, its cold vertical pupils scanning over the collapsed houses and blazing chaos, a thought of displeasure emerging in its mind:

"Where is this king's blood feast? Why isn't it ready yet?"

It was about to howl to the sky, sending a tremor-inducing sonic wave to summon those inept minions, when it suddenly caught a peculiar noise.

"Finally, headed in the right direction, thanks for giving me a ride, else I'd have been wandering in the mountains for days."

A clear, gentle voice resounded from above, more precisely, from the top of its head.

The giant serpent, having come from afar from Fulong Mountain solely to successfully transcend, walking the water to transform into a dragon, was furious.

How dare a mere human ride on this king's head without fear of death!

"Hmm, you seem to be in a bad mood, I was thinking of sparing you for providing directions."

A figure in green floated down, surrounded within three feet by a tangible barrier, forming a "wall" of gang qi.

Ninghai Zen, with his hands behind his back, stood on the small path leading into the city, gazing at the whitening sky. He opened his mouth to say something, but after several breaths, couldn't find the right words.

Sighing helplessly, he pulled out a small notebook from his chest, flipped through it a few times, and still found no fitting phrase.

"If only Ah Qi were here."

The instructor whose reputation echoed throughout Black River County gave up the leisurely idea of composing a poem, turning to face the serpent coiled like a mountain range:

"So, steamed, braised, stir-fried... which way do you choose to die?"