Chapter 299: Poor Daoist Happy Venerable

Damn it, that lunatic has been chasing me for so long, and yet he hasn't given up!

In the Underworld, a blood light swiftly streaked across.

And behind it was Hou Tu Niangniang's Hell Dharma Appearance.

The Hell Dharma Appearance didn't employ any escape technique; it merely stepped forward, yet each step steadily narrowed the gap with the blood light.

Such a return-to-basics approach also made the blood light ahead feel a sinking heart.

She knew very well that the other side only wanted to capture her alive; otherwise, she would have already been taken down.

"Hmph, you filthy woman, who do you think I am? I am Wen Dao Ren—how could I suffer such utter humiliation?"

With a snort, the blood light retracted, revealing a perfect figure.

Speaking of physique alone, perhaps only a Rakshasa woman could barely match Wen Dao Ren.

Add that bewitching visage, and even Ao Yifan would have to exclaim, "What an unparalleled beauty!"

After dispelling the Blood Escape Technique, Wen Dao Ren was surrounded by flickering blood light; then countless blood-wing black mosquitoes burst forth from the light like a black cloud, sweeping toward Hou Tu Niangniang's Hell Dharma Appearance.

Watching this, the Hell Dharma Appearance felt neither joy nor sorrow, merely flicking a finger.

Immediately, Wen Dao Ren felt an endless dreadful pressure weighing down from all around.

"Damn it, the Underworld's fortune suppresses you, you filthy woman—if you have the ability, compete with me in divine powers; relying on sheer force to oppress others is no skill at all."

The growing mighty pressure made Wen Dao Ren tremble uncontrollably.

There was nothing she could do; she had never encountered such a formidable opponent, and facing Hou Tu Niangniang's Hell Dharma Appearance made her feel as if she were confronting the entire Underworld.

She intended to use the Provocation Tactic to make the opponent abandon its greatest advantage.

However, Wen Dao Ren was destined to fail.

Simply because Hou Tu Niangniang seemed to lack any common sense innately—she didn't even understand what the Provocation Tactic was.

Thus, all of Wen Dao Ren's schemes came to nothing.

"This woman's ferocity is too fierce; I fear she won't be easily subdued."

Hou Tu Niangniang looked at Wen Dao Ren and shook her head.

Her only worry was that Wen Dao Ren might incur Ao Yifan's displeasure, causing him to refuse to help her perfect the Hungry Ghost Dao rules within the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

After all, finding someone capable of bearing the Hungry Ghost Dao's fortune is extremely difficult.

If Wen Dao Ren isn't suitable, Hou Tu Niangniang truly doesn't know who else would be more fitting.

It's quite obvious that Hou Tu Niangniang doesn't understand Ao Yifan at all.

After seeing Wen Dao Ren's blood-red lips, Ao Yifan already knew he had to win her over.

"Her ferocity is too strong; then I'll temper her disposition—this is something we Western Teaching cultivators excel at!"

Ao Yifan gave a slight smile, then flickered his form to stand between Wen Dao Ren and the Hell Dharma Appearance.

"Both fellow Daoists, out of respect for me, shall we call a truce?"

Ao Yifan smiled and looked at Wen Dao Ren, saying:

"Where did this fierce person come from?"

In the shadows, Dizang widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the sudden apparition.

In fact, Dizang had already marked them after Wen Dao Ren and the Hell Dharma Appearance caused such a commotion in the Underworld.

Unfortunately, after recognizing Hou Tu Niangniang's Hell Dharma Appearance, this newly appointed King Dizang of the Underworld chose to follow his heart.

After all, he came to the Underworld to siphon its fortune, not to seek death.

Battling Hou Tu Niangniang in the Underworld is a sage's deed; his puny arms and legs simply aren't up to it.

What Dizang never expected was that, in such a situation, there would still be someone daring enough to get involved without fear of death.

More importantly, the opponent's attire appears to be that of a Western Teaching follower.

"Just when did our Western Teaching produce such a fierce person? Why do I have no recollection of them?"

Dizang furrowed his brows in thought.

"Who are you?"

Wen Dao Ren said coldly:

Even though she had been chased by the Hell Dharma Appearance with no way out, her aura remained unmatched by anyone.

"Me?"

Ao Yifan clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "I am the senior disciple of Puti Laozi from the Xieyue Sansheng Cave on Fangcun Mountain, the Happy Venerable!"

"Puti Laozi? The third sage of the Western Teaching?"

Wen Dao Ren frowned.

She hadn't expected this person to have such a formidable background.

And Dizang in the shadows was left gaping.

Puti Laozi attained sagehood, sent a sound through the Three Realms, wishing to open his mountain and accept disciples.

However, no concrete news of Fangcun Mountain's whereabouts has ever been circulated.

Now, suddenly a Happy Venerable has appeared, claiming to be Puti Laozi's chief disciple—could this be true?

Thinking this, Dizang turned his head to look at Diteng crouching nearby.

"Diteng, what do you think of this Happy Venerable?"

Dizang asked.

"How should I see? I'm just lying here watching!"

Diteng muttered inwardly, but in fact, as one capable of monitoring the Three Realms, he had just tried to eavesdrop on the other's origin.

However, in merely a fleeting instant, Diteng saw a pair of terrifying eyes gazing down from an exalted height.

Such a feeling, Diteng had only faintly sensed on a few sages before.

Although Diteng was not sure either, whether the master of those eyes was a Saint.

But the only thing Diteng could be certain of was that the other party was absolutely someone even his own master could not afford to provoke.

Diteng could indeed monitor the three realms, but it was also very clever, knowing what should be said and what should not be said.

And as for the information of this Venerable Joy right now, even if it had ten guts, it would not dare to speak recklessly.

And the best way to handle it is simply to go along with whatever the other party says.

"This beast saw the shadow of Puti Laozi on that person; I reckon they must be Puti Laozi's chief disciple!"

Diteng spoke from the heart.

"Really, they are actually a disciple of Puti Laozi!"

Upon hearing that, Dizang's eyes flickered slightly.

He was sent by the Guide Saint to steal the Underworld's fortune.

Now that Puti Laozi has sent his chief disciple, what is he after?

"Could it be that Puti Laozi is also eyeing the Underworld's fortune?"

It was quite obvious that Dizang was overthinking.

"Forget it; let's see what this Venerable Joy actually wants to do—that Lady Peaceful Heart is not someone to be provoked lightly."

Dizang thought to himself.

On the other side, upon hearing that Ao Yifan was a practitioner of the Western Teaching, Wen Dao Ren said with a look of disgust: "People of the Western Teaching, you lot—do you still want to convert me?"

In an instant, Wen Dao Ren's face turned grim beyond compare.

After all, her close friend the Six-Winged Golden Cicada had been taken away and converted by the Western Teaching.

It is said that it has now become completely a longevity spiritual food for the Western Teaching's practitioners, and its fate is truly miserable.

Therefore, Wen Dao Ren would rather die than be converted by the Western Teaching's practitioners.