Chapter 227: The Mixed Sword Immortal

"Eh! Understood, Master, this old Zhu is going right now."

Zhu Bajie carried the Jiu Chi Ding Pa on his shoulder and grinned, saying that this time, following on the journey east was something his master had personally begged the Imperial Sovereign for.

Otherwise, it really might not have been his turn.

Hearing from his master, this monk's background was not simple; he was very likely a reincarnated person, and in his previous life, he was an existence of great weight even in ancient history.

Therefore, he could become the so-called Destined One.

This opportunity was hard-won, and he positioned himself to serve this person as well as possible, so that when the day of success came, there would naturally be benefits for him.

Becoming a Saint Lord level directly was impossible, but it should be enough for him to take that half-step and become a Half-step Saint Lord level.

He did not know how many Middle Realm Peak experts had been trapped by this step; even he had stayed here for over ten thousand years without making any progress, so he must seize this opportunity well.

Not long after Zhu Bajie left, he returned, carrying a True God level tiger Demon in his hand; even as a corpse, it radiated a wild aura.

"Master, do not blame me. The Demons in this territory are all of the rough-and-tumble sort, inevitably carrying some uncouth air; they cannot compare to what we ate when passing through those Immortal Kingdoms before."

Zhu Bajie spoke, skillfully skinning and cleaning it, then skewering it for roasting, and even used a large pot to boil some soup.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there would actually be a Demon God entrenched in this tiny Heifeng Ling; you can be considered to have removed a pest, Bajie."

Tang Sanzang laughed loudly, sat directly on a large rock, and lay half-reclined on the ground, casually supporting his head.

"Hehe, Master, the origin of this tiger Demon is likely planted by the Immortal Sects nearby.

I know the faces of these Immortal Sects best; how does that saying go? Raising bandits to ensure one's own importance! Right, raising bandits to ensure one's own importance!"

Sun Xingzhe, holding the Immortal Stick in his hand, swung the staff casually and said indifferently.

"Oh? Is that so? It can be like this?"

Tang Sanzang was somewhat surprised, then continued to laugh loudly, "That's good! Eat quickly! After eating, none of you are to make a move; I want to personally level this Heifeng Ling!"

"Master, don't listen to the Eldest Senior Brother's nonsense; this is called strategy. On the entire continent, there isn't a single one that doesn't do it this way; we can't manage that."

Zhu Bajie flipped the skewers with one hand and stirred the soup pot with a spoon in the other as he spoke.

These places were all private territories of the various Immortal Sects; killing a True God Demon didn't count for much.

But if anyone really dared to level it, that would be declaring war.

"Hehe, you're right, this is called strategy." Sun Xingzhe said with a smile, walking to the soup pot to ladle out a bowl of meat soup.

"Too bland, too bland, add some more salt. When we passed through Zishaguo before, didn't we get some Snowflake Salt? Hurry up and add some."

"Got it, got it, it's not even cooked yet, you really are as impatient as a monkey."

A moment later, the aroma of meat drifted, the four disciples sat around together, and Zhu Bajie picked up an extra-large skewer and handed it to Sha Wujing.

"Junior Brother Sha, here! This one is big enough!"

Sha Wujing took the skewer, "Many thanks, Second Senior Brother."

"Why be so polite? We are all one family!" Zhu Bajie laughed heartily.

When he used to be in charge of the imperial intelligence department, he had once seen a secret file.

This Junior Brother Sha of his had once lived in Linglong Xianjun's Flat Peach Garden for a very long time.

What kind of place was the Flat Peach Garden? That was Linglong Xianjun's private sanctuary. Usually, apart from the Flat Peach Immortal Official being able to enter for one day every hundred years when the flat peaches ripened, when had anyone ever been able to live inside? Moreover, in the years Junior Brother Sha lived in the Flat Peach Garden, the yield of flat peaches had decreased quite a bit.

Where the missing ones went, it was naturally self-evident.

With such a relationship, to say there wasn't some... Hiss—slap! Suddenly, Zhu Bajie gasped and slapped himself in the face, and the other three were all stunned. "Ah, haha! A mosquito! It's a mosquito! This damn mosquito bites me six or seven thousand times every day; it's truly hateful! Can't it just make it a round ten thousand? It really makes me angry; it should be slapped to death!"

"Hahahaha! Such fragrant meat! Such fragrant soup!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out from deep within the mountain range, and a sword light arrived abruptly.

The sword light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in the attire of the Changsheng Sword Sect; his face was like jade, his beautiful beard like a god's, and he was extremely handsome.

He had an Immortal Sword tucked at his waist and held a wine gourd in his hand, gulping down fine wine.

"Hun Jianxian? Why are you here? Could it be that this trial is also yours? Do you want to fight me, Old Sun, for another three hundred rounds?"

Sun Xingzhe stood up, gently swinging the Immortal Stick in his hand.

The previous trial had been very satisfying to fight, and he actually quite wanted to do it again.

"No, no, my trial has already passed; who would still want to fight you? You only know how to fight and kill all day long; have you forgotten the time you were hung up and whipped by Dizu Huangzun back then?"

Hun Jianxian walked toward the campfire while speaking, picked up a skewer of roasted meat, and ate it in large mouthfuls; one bite of meat, one gulp of wine, eating with great delight.

"Donor Hun, pour some of that wine for the monk; it smells like good wine!"

Tang Sanzang picked up the alms bowl bestowed by Dizu Huangzun and extended it toward Hun Jianxian.

"I don't have much of this wine! I stole it from my dad."

Hun Jianxian held the wine gourd, measuring as he poured wine into the alms bowl.

Tang Sanzang's eyes lit up upon hearing this; who was Hun Jianxian's father? That was Heibai Jianzu!

An existence in the first tier below the Saint Lord! Even if Zhu Bajie became a Half-step Saint Lord in the future, he would still be half a head shorter than Heibai Jianzu.

The five of them ate and drank, and time quickly reached noon.

Zhu Bajie patted his belly and looked at Hun Jianxian, "Hun Jianxian, you didn't just come here to eat meat, did you?"

In this wilderness, he didn't believe Hun Jianxian was just passing by, and he believed even less that Hun Jianxian could smell the aroma of meat from so far away in Changsheng Gu.

There must be something for him to come! Hun Jianxian smacked his lips, still savoring the taste of the fine wine; his dad's wine was truly potent! He propped up his somewhat soft body and looked at Zhu Bajie with his chin in his hand.

"Old Zhu, this time, I actually came specifically—hic—to warn you all."

As soon as these words were spoken, the master and his three disciples all looked over.

Hun Jianxian smiled, "You should also know that this Heifeng Ling is the third trial set up by our Sword Sect and the Star Fall Immortal Sect."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the sky, "Recording Immortal Official! I said this, is there any problem?"

Several Immortal shadows appeared, and the person in the lead did not speak.

If it were ordinary times, it would naturally not be allowed, but this time was different; the higher-ups had personally issued an order to stand by and watch this Heifeng Ling trial.

"It is allowed. The higher-ups have given instructions; do not summon us Recording Immortal Officials again until the Heifeng Ling trial is over."

Having said that, the figures of these Immortal Officials vanished.

"No, Hun Jianxian, what exactly is going on? Why make it so solemn?" Sun Xingzhe asked.

Hun Jianxian let out a hiccup from the wine, "I am here out of kindness to warn you, just don't say it was me who told you!"

"Rest assured, we will naturally keep our lips sealed!" Sun Xingzhe said.

Hun Jianxian looked around, leaning his head in slightly, "Let me tell you, the gatekeeper of Heifeng Ling this time is Elder Qin of my Sword Sect!"

(End of chapter)