Chapter 882: You Still Say You're Not the Demon Lord!

I am Ao Yulie, a white dragon, handsome and suave, charming and unrestrained, the second most handsome in the Three Realms, second only to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

I love peace and dislike fighting and killing.

I have a master who is very hot-tempered, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement, and is very strong.

Every day I wake up from a bed of thirty thousand square meters, seeing my master tear apart enemies as easily as tearing beef jerky, I feel very at ease.

I never expected that my master actually has a dragon outside!

It's a female dragon! What should I do? Urgent, waiting online!

Ao Yulie was very anxious, couldn't help but revert to human form, staring at Ao Yu.

Ao Yu also looked at Ao Yulie with a puzzled face, this sissy guy, why does he look a bit like her?

"Why do you call me Demon Lord? Look, everyone else has misunderstood." Tang Luo then pointed at those five cultivators with bitter faces and said.

After great effort to reason with them, I made these people believe I am a kind-hearted savior at heart.

You suddenly ran over and said "Demon Lord", ruining all my earlier effort.

I have to reason with them again, very troublesome.

"Aren't you the Demon Lord?" Ao Yu asked with a strange expression.

"Demon Lords come in many varieties." Tang Luo explained, "Here we are just experiencing an apocalyptic heavenly calamity, and there are what they call 'Apocalypse Heavenly Demons' running rampant; you calling me Demon Lord makes it easy to misunderstand."

He certainly wouldn't think Ao Yu would be one of those world-destroying Apocalypse Knights.

It's not that I firmly believe in her character; it's that her strength is insufficient.

From that war I once witnessed, the Apocalypse Knights' strength is formidable, far surpassing Ao Yu.

Don't think that just because the war came out and Sun Wukong could kill it with a single blow— that blow was Sun Wukong's, and he had been holding it for a long time; even Tang Luo would have to treat it cautiously.

It's not that the war is weak, but that Sun Wukong is too strong.

Although the war couldn't make a move, from its aura alone its strength surpasses that of the Qi Luck Venerable, not to mention the terrifying numbers of its war legion.

"Oh." Ao Yu nodded, gazing at Ao Yulie who had been staring at her, without speaking.

Ao Yulie also stared at Ao Yu, equally silent, with Tang Luo standing between them, unmoving and as steady as Mount Tai.

The scene began to fall silent.

Obviously I was first! — Ao Yulie let out a silent accusation.

Whether following the master or becoming a mount, I was the first.

The position of the master's most beloved disciple will absolutely not shift, let alone be taken by someone else!

"Cough, Master, this is…" Zhu Bajie coughed, breaking the silence.

Master, you never said a word about having a dragon outside.

Speaking of which, this new dragon looks so much like the Little White Dragon; could it be that in your heart, Master, the Little White Dragon should actually be a little girl?

It's just that I'm dissatisfied with Ao Yulie's gender, so I went outside to find a new dragon.

Oh, that's not right. Just say it outright; the Little White Dragon isn't unfamiliar with cross-dressing.

"When I saved Sun Wukong, what exactly happened? Didn't I tell you all?" Tang Luo retorted.

Zhu Bajie thought for a moment, shook his head; Tang Luo always just briefly mentioned those things, everyone only half-listened, never taking them to heart.

"It's quite complicated to explain; let's just say it's another Little White Dragon from a parallel world." Tang Luo said, "As for why she's female, you should ask your senior brother."

Tang Luo's tone was deep.

It really has nothing to do with him; the composition of that world is largely influenced by Sun Wukong.

Why would she be female? It's understandable, because during the Journey to the West, most of the time Ao Yulie was either in horse form or dragon form; only rarely did he take human form, and the longest time was in female attire.

Zhu Bajie had brought this up many times when talking to Sun Wukong, so Sun Wukong naturally knows.

So all of this is the fault of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie.

This has nothing to do with me, Tang Luo.

"I see." Zhu Bajie put on a serious face, lowered the corner of his mouth, and went on to persuade those five cultivators that he truly isn't a bad person.

Ao Yulie continued to glare at Ao Yu.

Beside them, the Howling Celestial Dog looked on excitedly, urging a fight.

"How did you get here?" Tang Luo asked, casually raising his hand, sweeping from left to right, then finally grasping.

The darkness that had just appeared at the horizon was instantly wiped away by him.

The Apocalypse Knight Doomsday Legion that had just appeared was converted by Tang Luo, vanishing completely.

Those five cultivators were staring intently at this Demon Lord, naturally seeing Tang Luo's actions, and were instantly stunned.

What's going on? The thing that just came killing from the horizon was an Apocalypse Heavenly Demon, right? And it just died like that?

Could it be that these people are actually good?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain; if you just look around here, you'll see we're really good people." Zhu Bajie, preparing to reason with them, said.

Reasoning with people is also exhausting; since the Apocalypse Knight legion has started throwing away their lives, let's just prove everything with facts.

Over there, Ao Yu shifted her gaze from Ao Yulie and briefly recounted her own experience.

That world is based on Sun Wukong's construction, yet not entirely false. This point has allegedly been said by the mastermind behind Maitreya.

At the time just before the apocalyptic heavenly calamity descended, Ao Yu had settled down living here— even if she didn't want to, she lacked the ability to leave.

Not long after settling down, the apocalyptic heavenly calamity arrived, and Ao Yu joined the cultivators of this world in resisting the heavenly demons.

Her simple experience amounts to nothing dramatic.

"So you're quite familiar with the cultivators here who resist the apocalypse, huh?" Tang Luo asked.

"Of course." Ao Yu nodded, "I am the vanguard of the Heaven-Slaying Demon."

I, Ao Yu, fight the heavenly demons!

I, Ao Yu, strike the Heavenly Demon!

"That's good." Tang Luo nodded; through Ao Yu, he could contact this world's resistance forces to get some information, which would help with completing the mission.

"Let's go talk to other cultivators and help them fight the Heavenly Demons together."

"Sure." Ao Yu nodded and was about to transform into dragon form.

She had carried Tang Luo before, so she was quite skilled.

Ao Yu Lie took one look and inwardly cursed, "Not good! Why are you so skilled?"

"This little bitch is really trying to steal someone! I can't lose; in terms of mounts, no one can beat me!"

Without a word, Ao Yu Lie transformed into dragon form faster than Ao Yu: "Master, just like before, let me carry you!"

"Sorry, I'm more skilled than you."

Tang Luo gave Ao Yu Lie a speechless look: "What the hell are you thinking?"

Ao Yu Lie gave Ao Yu a provocative glance, wondering if she was trying to win favor?

"You're still just a little girl, but my bond with Master is as strong as steel, having endured countless trials."

"Demon Lord, this weakling—is he your new mount?" Ao Yu said, "He looks pretty weak."

"Weak? Little girl, you can eat whatever you want, but don't speak nonsense. Back when I roamed the Mountain-Sea Realm, you weren't even born!" Ao Yu Lie said proudly.

"It's mine first!"

"Not weak? How about we fight?" Ao Yu flexed her hands, wanting to beat that annoying guy.

"Hmph! Hmph!" Ao Yu Lie snorted twice on purpose.

"Indeed, still young—hasn't grasped the true essence of being a disciple or a mount; as a disciple and mount, what's the point of being able to fight?"

"Surely one should focus on speed and comfort."

"You look so hard-headed; riding you must be uncomfortable."

"Alright, stop arguing." Tang Luo sat on Ao Yu Lie's dragon head and told Ao Yu, "Lead the way."

Ao Yu nodded and also transformed into dragon form; the two dragons ran side by side.

"How to put it? Judging purely by dragon form, Ao Yu is actually more like a male dragon, after all she has a pair of sharp horns hand-polished by Tang Luo, and her dragon body bears several scars—marks left from battle."

"Moreover, her eyes are filled with killing intent, a crimson red."

Ao Yu glanced at the weak-looking Ao Yu Lie beside her, using her eyes to hint: "See? This is the dignity a true dragon should have."

Ao Yu Lie laughed inwardly: "See? This is the comfort a qualified mount should have. Moreover, you're full of killing intent, so intimidating—Master riding you would make fishing inconvenient."

"Indeed, I am still Master's most beloved disciple."

Ao Yu didn't understand why Ao Yu Lie suddenly started trembling.

"What are you actually happy about?"

"Their thoughts are completely on different wavelengths."

"Hehehe..." Behind them, Zhu Bajie led five cultivators, watching the dragons' open and covert struggle, laughing uncontrollably.

"He almost wanted to rush straight into the Eight Trigrams Furnace to discuss things properly with Sun Wukong—'Senior Brother, you're truly a genius!'"

"However, considering there's a high chance the Eight Trigrams Furnace contains shallow water but intense fire, Zhu Bajie sensibly gave up that idea—he didn't want to end up as roasted pig."

"On the other side of the sky, a strand of murky green mist began to drift over, seeming to float but actually moving quickly."

"Here they come!"

Ao Yu said, "That's the Plague Heavenly Demon legion—very troublesome. Battling them can't take long; we must resolve it as fast as possible, better not to get close at all, because once infected, the consequences are severe."

However, for Ao Yu, the Plague Heavenly Demon legion isn't a particularly difficult opponent.

As she spoke, she opened her mouth and unleashed a bolt of thunder, shattering part of that murky green cloud.

One can see that this clump, which looks like mist, is actually composed of a large group of semi-transparent beings somewhat like jellyfish; each individual is not large, about the size of a normal person.

Ao Yu Lie, not to be outdone, spewed a bolt of thunder, also shattering part of the "Plague Heavenly Demons."

These little things are naturally cleaned up by his disciple.

No need for the Master to lift a finger.

The two dragons took turns exhaling, bolts of thunder tearing across the sky and completely wiping out the Plague Heavenly Demons.

With competition comes pressure and motivation; it's rare to see Ao Yu Lie so eager to take the initiative.

After dealing with those Plague Heavenly Demons, Tang Luo and company didn't encounter any more Heavenly Demons.

Or rather, the army of Heavenly Knights.

Here, the term "Heavenly Demon" is just a name used in this world for convenience.

In fact, the Heavenly Knights are merely Zhu Bajie's speculation, unconfirmed; anyway, it's just a label—you can call it whatever you like.

Ao Yu brought Tang Luo and the others down into a narrow valley, assuming human form: "This is one of our bases for the time being; there are roughly over a hundred cultivators here."

"This period, meaning we'll still change locations?" Zhu Bajie asked.

Incidentally, he set down those five cultivators.

They have once again come to believe that Tang Luo and company are truly the saviors.

Moreover, they finally realized that this handsome, heroic white dragon is none other than the legendary "Demon-Slaying Dragon."

Since she trusts these people, what reason do they have to doubt?

Demon-Slaying Dragon Ao Yu nodded: "Of course, we need to change locations every so often; otherwise the World-Destroying Heavenly Demons' encirclement would form, and even if we could escape, the losses would be enormous. We've always operated in dispersion, never gathering for long."

The cultivators operate in a dispersed guerrilla warfare pattern.

Now we cannot, nor dare we, truly concentrate our strength to resist the Heavenly Demons.

Because this strength is still far from being a match for the Heavenly Demons.

Gathering only leads to annihilation, delivering ourselves as fodder to the Heavenly Demons.

"I sense traces of a hidden formation," Zhu Bajie said. "If the Heavenly Demons aren't versed in formations, it's indeed hard for them to detect your movements."

"When not fighting, security measures must still be thorough," Ao Yu waved her hand.

This is merely one of the entrances to their temporary base of over a hundred cultivators.

The actual location is inside the mountain beside it.

Furthermore...

"The projection formation is not bad either," Zhu Bajie continued.

"You can even 'see' that?" Ao Yu exclaimed in surprise.

Besides the concealment formation covering them, there is another formation that projects their position to the "opposite side," providing double protection.

"In the way of formations, I'm somewhat of an expert; how about it, the other Zhu Bajie doesn't know?" Zhu Bajie laughed.

"He only knows how to show off his love." Ao Yu waved a hand, indicating that the other Zhu Bajie is no good.

Unexpectedly, the Zhu Bajie who had been full of vigor just now had his smile instantly retract, and he looked up at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky.

Even the air echoed with sad BGM, a sense of sorrow.

Ao Yu was about to say something when suddenly, an aura emanated from the fissure in the mountain beside them.

The concealment formation quickly lost effect.

"Someone intruding?!" Ao Yu's expression changed, he pinched a hand seal and directly opened the "gate" to the base, turning into a stream of light that shot in.

This situation most likely means that the fifth column of this world has discovered this base.

To be honest, since splitting up, what truly harms the cultivators is not the heavenly demons, but those who have defected to the heavenly demons—the fifth column.

They are the ones who understand cultivators best.

Ao Yu took the lead, and the five cultivators followed closely, keeping up with her wish to lend them a hand.

Tang Luo and the others, however, stayed where they were, unmoving.

Ao Yu Lie looked at Ao Yu's position, a faint smile appearing on his face, reassured.

Indeed, a little girl, not understanding her master well enough to threaten his status.

The only advantage is gender. If that's the case, Ao Yu Lie fell into thought—cross‑dressing… I've done it before, but the master seems not to have that peculiar hobby.

"Where?" Tang Luo looked at Zhu Bajie and said, "If you're sure, just lift it."

"Yes, Master." Zhu Bajie nodded, pretended to spit twice on his hand, rubbed it a few times, and took out the nine‑tooth rake.

He rose into the air; below was a strike of the rake.

The nine‑tooth rake condensed a huge phantom, smashing heavily into the ground, the rake head sinking deep.

"Rise!" Zhu Bajie shouted, raising both hands; as he moved, a huge chunk of earth was lifted entirely and flew up into the sky.

Revealing the hidden base within.

It is actually a place similar to an underground cavern; now Zhu Bajie has lifted the entire roof.

It is completely exposed.

Moreover, the complex passageways leading to the cavern are also revealed; in the passage, the five cultivators almost got buried by falling rocks and soil.

Inside the cavern, the battle halted on its own, and everyone looked up at the sky.

What's going on? How was the thick earth just lifted open?

"Huh?"

Zhu Bajie in the sky looked down at the crowd below, stunned for a moment.

All of the over a hundred cultivators Ao Yu mentioned were present.

Among those fighting them, some had a rather unusual appearance; someone even held a gun—not a cold weapon but a hot‑weapon rifle, indeed a golden AK‑47.

The gunfire's flames had ceased, and the hand on the trigger was frozen.

"What's going on?" Tang Luo stepped forward to Zhu Bajie's side, and upon seeing a procession of gods and demons walking, he remarked, "They're actually walking."

Over fifty gods and demons walkers were underfoot, and judging by their appearance, they were all Western gods and demons walkers.

"Surrender!"

With a "swish," about half of them—over twenty gods and demons walkers—knelt down on the spot, prostrating themselves.

They were no newcomers; naturally they knew exactly who the white‑haired figure floating in the sky was.

Immediately they understood why so many gods and demons walkers had entered this mission world together, joining the same side to complete the task.

Or fuck!

Gods and Demons Game, are you trying to get us killed?! Are you trying to get us killed?!

"Monk Xuanzang, we meant no offense! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"Yes! Yes! We're not doing it—(the mission) we're not doing it, leave it to fate!"

"I was forced!" "Me too!"

Seeing Tang Luo appear with demonic flames blazing, frightening the enemies into kneeling and begging for mercy on the spot, the five cultivators stared wide‑eyed, "You still say you're not a demon lord!"

Even if not the demon lord of the world‑ending heavenly demon, he is still another demon lord!

Old demon lord!