Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 320 - 96 Aftermath

"Indeed, a cunning plan," Ksitigarbha praised the Patriarch of the Nether River sincerely. To think that despite always presiding over the Underworld, Ksitigarbha had not noticed such grand scheming happening right under his nose, it was clear that those who have lived through endless eons were indeed old foxes.

"Then do you know where he has gathered these Rules of Water?"

Upon hearing this, Di Ting let out a scoff and said, "What are you thinking, monk? He has been entangled with you for many years. How could he not know my methods? He has never shared such news, so how would I know?"

"However, back then he schemed against others in the Three Realms, and now someone has learned of his schemes. This time, the old fellow might end up losing more than he bargained for," said Di Ting, almost squinting his eyes, his gaze filled with schadenfreude.

"In truth, I have always been unable to comprehend who exactly severed the inherent Water Law that accompanied his birth," Ksitigarbha said with quite a bit of doubt.

This matter could be considered an unsolved mystery of the Three Realms, unknown to all. Any attempts to divine the truth would end in Chaos as if such a person did not exist in the world. One must know that when the Nether River was first born, many great powers were also paying attention to the war between the Divine Spirits and the Dragon Clan; none had the motive to scheme against him. Yet, someone did, and like the antelope’s horn, left no trace. The Nether River had searched painstakingly for many years but couldn’t figure out who this mysterious figure was, and in the end, could only find another way.

"Don’t look at me, I was born later; I did not witness it either. I only know that this person is extremely mysterious. Back then, many great powers tried to divine the truth but came up empty, and the Eastern Emperor also seemed inclined to favor him. If anyone in this world might possibly know the identity of the mysterious figure, I guess it could only be the Eastern Emperor and the Ancestral Master," said the one beside.

Upon hearing this, Ksitigarbha let out a slight sigh, still very curious about the identity of this mysterious person.

Meanwhile, not far from Flame Mountain, within the Moyun Cave of Thunder Mountain, the Bull Demon King awoke from his sleep, staring around in terror as he gasped for air.

By his side, a beautiful woman opened her eyes, looking confusedly at the Bull Demon King sitting on the bed. Her figure was graceful, and her snowy white skin exposed to the air was like carved jade. With a captivating charm in her voice, she asked, "Great King, what’s the matter?"

The Bull Demon King, still unsettled, glanced at the woman beside him and said slowly, "Nothing, just a nightmare."

The woman looked puzzled at the Bull Demon King, such a powerful being having a dream.

But the Bull Demon King inexplicably felt a surge of irritation within him and said to the woman beside him, "Wife, do not overthink it."

However, he couldn’t help but recall the previous dream where he seemed to be immersed in a Sea of Blood, struggling in vain to free himself. All the spells and Divine Skills he had cultivated appeared to vanish, as if he had returned to the days when he first began his cultivation. This sense of powerlessness made him feel a wave of fear.

He shook his head, attempting to dispel the memory, and got up to leave. The woman quickly asked, "Great King, where are you headed?"

"My mind is restless. I intend to visit Green Screen Mountain," said the Bull Demon King as he dressed, not looking back as he replied.

The woman immediately pursed her lips and said, "What is there to like about that sallow-faced wife of his? All she does is cry all day long. For a former Rakshasa Princess to be so, it’s simply disgraceful."

Regarding Princess Iron Fan, the legitimate wife, the woman had not a shred of respect in her mouth and even some mockery in her words.

"What do you know? My Red Child is extraordinarily gifted and was meant to become a Great Saint. Yet, that detestable Guanyin took my child to serve as Sudhana. Now, unable to leave and see us, the Rakshasa is filled with longing for her child; that’s why she washes her face with tears all day," Bull Demon King said, his voice laden with regret. Explore stories at novelbuddy

However, the woman responded, "If we were to have a child, it would surely have even greater talents than his."

Bull Demon King turned his head, a hint of contempt in his gaze, and said, "Dream on." After speaking, he left the Moyun Cave.

How could Princess Jade-Faced know that her child was the reincarnation of a Fire Spirit, born with Divine Skills related to fire without any formal teaching, adept in wielding the Samadhi True Fire? Even as his father, he had to be wary. Had it not been for his young age, the child would have already made a name across the Three Realms. A mere Fox Spirit actually dared to dream of bearing a child with greater talent than his own; such ignorance.

Watching Bull Demon King’s retreating figure, a maid from the Fox Clan appeared next to Princess Jade-Faced. While helping the Princess dress, she complained, "That Bull Demon King, nothing but a brute. What right does he have to mock the Princess? In the past, those who pursued the Princess were numerous. Why would she choose such a man, already with a family, only to suffer needlessly?"

Princess Jade-Faced carefully examined her reflection in the mirror, indeed captivatingly beautiful. Yet there was not a trace of joy on her face, only a sigh as she said, "Do you think I wish to lower myself to him? The Demon Race is a place where the strong prey upon the weak. Without the protection of great strength, we are but lambs to the slaughter. Although Bull Demon King’s appearance is rough, he is a Great Saint of the Demon Race, famed and well-connected with great strength. Only such a person can protect us in this survival of the fittest world."

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"I heard that the Dragon Princess from Green Wave Pool has taken a husband by the name of Hydra. Who knows what she was thinking, leaving a fine Dragon Palace to marry such a man," the maid suddenly recalled the gossip among the demons, laughing as she shared this amusing tale with Princess Jade-Faced.

Princess Jade-Faced let out a light chuckle. She was quite familiar with the Dragon Princess, who was not far from her own status, as both were often compared for their beauty. Although they had never met face to face, a competitive spirit existed between them.

"You don’t know, but a few years ago our beauty here was kidnapped by some Divine Spirit. It was quite some time before she returned, her chastity compromised. The Dragon Palace is a place of strict standards; they wouldn’t want someone so fallen. The Old Dragon King reluctantly considered taking a son-in-law, and surprisingly, someone truly accepted her like a worn-out shoe," Princess Jade-Faced said with a note of ridicule.

As the maid brushed Princess Jade-Faced’s black hair, she too laughed and remarked, "I suppose he must be a man of ugly appearance, otherwise why would he make such a choice?"

Strong individuals often have a substantial sense of self-respect, and for them, being taken as a son-in-law is a great insult. Because of this, almost no one chooses this path.

Princess Jade-Faced burst into a fit of coquettish laughter, finding solace in her troubled mood at the sight of her old rival’s plight.

In the Kingdom of Tarrycat, the harvested crops had been stored in the warehouses, and the fear and unease the people once had vanished. They gathered together, tools in hand, ready to dig a well, as if the words of the Immortal had given them a direction to strive towards.