Chapter 884: – Upon Meeting, First Spit Out a Mouthful of Blood?

Since we've survived, we should think about other things.

The twenty-plus god‑demon walkers looked at the more than ten pieces of equipment scattered on the ground, their eyes shining, shouting "We've struck it rich!"

They didn't get the skills—they've vanished—but the equipment won't disappear.

See that golden AK? Even if I don't use it, I can definitely sell it, and for a good price.

It's undeniable that among the god‑demon walkers there are definitely those who love flashy gold.

Low‑key? I'll low‑key your second uncle's aunt! Part of the god‑demon walkers are heavily suppressed in the real world, but in the mission world they run wild, acting recklessly—needless to say, many of such walkers don't live long.

They also know they won't live long, so they don't bother with careful calculations.

Everything is done for their own happiness.

The twenty-plus god‑demon walkers remained silent, then, without prior agreement, walked toward the scattered equipment; after just a few steps they realized everyone shared the same intent.

They immediately rushed openly at the equipment—whoever grabbed it kept it.

Because there were many monks and little porridge, they soon started fighting.

Being on the same side doesn't mean they can't attack each other; everyone fighting each other posed no problem.

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

The equipment scattered on the ground was enough to spark conflict among this group of god‑demon walkers; fortunately, the conflict hadn't yet escalated to the point of mutual killing.

After about ten minutes, the more than ten pieces of equipment on the ground each found an owner.

These god‑demon walkers, who were originally hardly injured, are now each badly hurt; they hadn't expected that raiding the "native base" would cause little damage—instead, they were wounded by friendly fire, as if struck in the dog's head.

Still, it was worth it—recording one piece of equipment, exchanging these injuries for it, is not a loss.

Those god‑demon walkers who didn't grab equipment but were badly injured naturally suffered a big loss, yet at this point they could only seethe in silence.

What if they get finished off?

Just as a group was feeling triumphant and a few were feeling resentful and unhappy,

A figure swiftly flew through the sky; the group of god‑demon walkers immediately became alert, assuming a defensive stance—there was also no suitable place for them to hide here.

Soon the figure halted in mid‑air—no one else, it was Zhu Bajie, who had just left.

"I almost forgot—hey, you haven't left yet." Zhu Bajie landed, looked at the god‑demon walkers, and said, "Since you haven't left, that's good. Hand over all your equipment as alms."

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The pain came too suddenly; someone's wounded body couldn't take it, and they vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Master doesn't care; he's used to throwing money around.

Old Pig, as your disciple, I definitely have to watch every penny; on the journey west I was the team's steward, managing the household properly.

These pieces of equipment must not be lost.

We're opposing factions; letting you go already is very generous—asking for equipment as ransom for your lives is hardly excessive.

Each of those god‑demon walkers agreed it was not excessive and promptly handed over the ransom equipment.

Not only did they hand over the equipment they had just harvested, they also ended up losing out.

Those god‑demon walkers able to take part in this mission are not weak; even the weakest are at the second‑stage level.

Basically, each person has one piece of equipment.

Zhu Bajie collected the equipment, rolled his eyes, gave the god‑demon walkers another look, then dropped the miserly act and left.

He left a group of god‑demon walkers who nearly vomited blood to death.

Catching up to Tang Luo and the others waiting in place, Zhu Bajie said, "Master, let me modify the Profound Transformation for you—I've just had a new idea."

"Sure." Tang Luo nodded, took out the Profound Transformation and handed it to Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie simply sat down, then took out all the equipment, scattering them on the broad dragon back of Ao Yu Lie, fiddling with the Profound Transformation back and forth, wondering what he was thinking.

The Howling Celestial Dog came over, pawing at one of the pieces of equipment that resembled a disc.

A little farther ahead, Tang Luo at the dragon's head reached out and snatched the disc; he didn't even bother checking its data before tossing it forward.

The Howling Celestial Dog leapt up fiercely, chasing after the vanishing disc.

Ao Yu Lie sank a little lower, warning the Howling Celestial Dog: "Be careful!"

Then he continued humming the tune of "My Beloved Little Motorcycle," flying at a leisurely pace.

After a good while, they finally saw the impatient Ao Yu.

"You're so slow." Seeing Tang Luo and the others finally appear, Ao Yu said.

"Not bad. Comfort comes first; that's most important—speed alone is useless." Ao Yu Lie said.

Ao Yu ignored that sissy‑type fellow, looked at Tang Luo, and said, "Demon Lord, when are we going to fight those world‑destroying heavenly demons?"

He greatly missed the days of slaughtering all the way under Tang Luo's command—those were exhilarating and bloody, the true life of a dragon.

"Don't rush," Tang Luo said. "Where is your main force now? Let's go there first."

As a mighty demon‑slaying dragon, Ao Yu surely knows where the main force of the world's resisting cultivators is hiding—at least where those powerful cultivators are concealed.

"Got it, I'll lead the way."

One day later.

Tang Luo and company appeared outside a bald, rugged mountain range; Ao Yu Lie stared for a moment, then suddenly said, "This isn't my home, is it!"

He had once stayed in this world for a long time.

In a sense, they were still neighbors with the Howling Celestial Dog—too bad one was half‑crippled and the other a remnant soul; neither noticed the other.

"I know this place better than you do," Ao Yu Lie told Ao Yu.

He spent a not‑short time recuperating (or just loafing) in this world, and in the demon realm he earned the nickname "Black Mountain Old Demon."

In short, he was basically a shut‑in who sheltered gorgeous fairies— they didn't have to be only fairies, but they had to be beautiful as flowers; pure innocence like a flower definitely wouldn't do.

As the Jade Dragon Prince, he was just such a superficial dragon.

Dragon life is short, talking love is too tiring; we might as well just look at faces, everyone taking what they need.

Although part of the terrain of the Continuous Mountain Range beneath his feet had changed, the landscape was completely altered, yet Ao Yu Lie still recognized it as his hometown.

"We have found a suitable dwelling here..." Ao Yu replied, "It turns out to be the place you once lived, no wonder it's so fancy."

"What does "fancy" mean? You said it was suitable," Ao Yu Lie felt Ao Yu had a brain problem, probably all muscle inside.

"It's suitable precisely because it's fancy." Ao Yu softly hummed, "Like a maze, and very sturdy; I don't know how fearful the original owner was of death."

"This is called being careful; do you understand being careful?" Ao Yu Lie said dissatisfiedly, "Without the manor I left behind, you'd have no place to hide."

This dragon is obviously super strong but overly cautious.

Yeah, that's right; in the era Ao Yu Lie lived in, he basically had no rivals in this world.

But he very cautiously kept reinforcing the place he stayed.

Later, when he left with Tang Luo, it turned out to be a bargain for those who came after.

This female dragon actually doesn't know gratitude—how infuriating!

Ao Yu opened his mouth, said nothing; silence is the greatest show of weakness.

Rounding off equals an apology.

"Alright, alright, I'll lead the way." Ao Yu Lie waved his hand, not bothering with the brainless little girl, and proactively led Tang Luo and the others.

The manor originally set in the valley with an exceedingly elegant environment had naturally long been damaged.

It seems that after Ao Yu Lie left, battles occurred here, and subsequently the Heavenly Initiate Knights' Apocalypse Legion rampaged again, leaving only a faint trace of the past.

Ao Yu Lie's so‑called "inheritance" is, of course, gone.

After he left, the little monsters he had protected began internal strife, killing their own kind. Actually, calling it "killing their own kind" isn't quite accurate.

Because they were never the same kind to begin with, Ao Yu Lie practiced "teaching without discrimination."

During the Black Mountain Old Demon era, he had the Story of Zhen Huan playing every day around him; though this emperor was strong and stable, he also didn't need to worry about being cuckolded.

Such a hat, Ao Yu Lie only needs to wear it once in his lifetime.

And next time, anyone daring to put a hat on him is doomed—even Jesus couldn't save them, as his master Tang Luo said.

"This is one of the entrances..."

"Too conspicuous, so we tampered with it; after entering you'll only reach a dead end, and there'll be a "bong!"." Ao Yu made an exploding gesture.

Ao Yu Lie, on the other hand, didn't mutter things like "You've destroyed my home," and instead looked for another entrance.

Ao Yu widened his eyes; they hadn't discovered this entrance/exit.

You should know, discovering this place and moving in has already been almost a year.

Those cultivators all thought they had thoroughly explored inside and out, leaving nothing unexplored, never expecting there to still be hidden entrances and passages they hadn't found.

This is no longer at the level of a cunning rabbit with three burrows.

"Hey you, just how afraid of death are you?" Ao Yu couldn't help but blurt out.

"What does "afraid of death" mean? I've said it's called being careful; I can't make it clear to you, a muscle‑brain savage dragon." If it weren't for Ao Yu Lie being so careful, he might not have waited for his master to arrive.

"At least, as a dragon, I won't dig underground burrows—that's what timid mice do."

"Without my burrow, you muscle‑dragon would have died who knows how many times already."

As the two bickered, everyone went deep into the mountain together.

Not only did Ao Yu Lie dig tunnels back then, but later cultivators also made many changes.

The interior of the mountain is an extremely complex underground labyrinth, and the passages are both sturdy and fragile.

To say they're sturdy means ordinary methods can hardly damage them; at least a Golden Core cultivator must exert full force to cause a collapse or the like.

And they're fragile because many points have chain reactions; destroying one spot causes many others to collapse as well, turning the originally fully connected underground labyrinth into a sealed tomb where 99% of entrances are blocked, becoming an underground coffin.

To go out together with the enemy in mutual destruction.

This isn't Ao Yu Lie's doing; it's these cultivators' last resort.

If this place is discovered and invaded by heavenly demons, they will flee if they can; if they can't, they'll die together.

The number of cultivators currently here exceeds three thousand.

Tang Luo and company, along the way, have met many who respectfully greet Ao Yu.

This shows the prestige of this "Demon‑Slaying Dragon."

To be frank, if it weren't for Ao Yu's special identity, she could easily become the leader of the cultivator resistance.

Now, the leader is a Nascent Soul cultivator with immense strength, closest to a Void‑Refining being; the hope of achieving Void Refinement is this person.

Only regrettable, as the apocalyptic heavenly demon descends, even that hope turns into a luxury.

At the same time, this person is also a member of the long‑inherited foremost sect of the cultivation world, absolutely venerable and prestigious.

Once the Boundless Sect, later merged with the Dragon Cliff Dao Gate, the Supreme Grand Elder, Azure Glorious Immortal!

When Ao Yu uttered that name.

Ao Yu Lie immediately gave a hehehe laugh.

He clearly remembers that this person was… struck out by his master? No, not struck, but played… actually that's even more wrong.

In short, the one who caused the heart demon is the "Female Bodhisattva."

This time, will we not meet and first spit up a mouthful of blood?