Chapter 1017

The pavilion fell silent for a moment. Minghui Jinlian Mohe no longer dared to remain seated; he stood up with a start, stood sideways to one side, and began cursing in his heart:

'What is that devil Ping Yan stirring up trouble for! Who doesn't know that this gentleman is a close friend of the White Dragon Crown Prince... There is already so much friction between the various lineages of the Dragon Clan... Does he, Ping Yan, want to die!'

Ping Yan is not a figure of any lineage in Yin Continent, but to stir up such trouble—even if he manages to win the favor of this Black Dragon Guangcan, how could Ding Jiao let him off easily? It is truly unwise!

Even though Minghui Jinlian Mohe's heart was filled with endless curses and a thousand hesitations, he did not say a word, standing there silently.

There was no other reason: although Minghui's status was high, he still dared not offend the Dragon Clan, let alone the fact that this was Yin Continent... Even if he were slapped to death by the Dragon Clan, Jin Lian would have nowhere to seek justice—would Mount Dayang stand up for him, Minghui? Impossible! It would be good enough if they didn't clap their hands and cheer, or punish Jin Lian!

This monk, having turned cowardly, only stood with his head bowed, yet his heart remained uneasy, muttering only in his mind:

'It is not that this humble monk dares not help, but that I truly do not know where I stand, and I fear ruining the Lord's great undertaking!'

As his thoughts swirled, Li Zhouwei's golden pupils had already gradually brightened. Feeling the thick killing intent emanating from that demon dragon, his gaze turned icy, and he watched quietly as the demon dragon stepped into the pavilion courtyard and stopped nearby.

This Ping Yanzi... this devil who had been in the middle stage of Zifu for many years, had his forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to lift it.

Although the demon dragon Guangcan had already taken human form, his body was still extremely massive. A huge shadow was cast down, and the entire pavilion courtyard immediately became cramped. The rolling demon Qi between his breaths condensed into shape, rushing away from both his sides like flowing water.

"Li Zhouwei..."

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness, his tone flat:

"You are the immortal cultivator who has usurped the reputation of the Bai Lin—where is the 【Qianyang Bracelet】?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Minghui's heart turned cold.

'This is... refusing to acknowledge the reality of the Bright Yang.'

This was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous signal!

Long Wang Clan had a history with the Wei Li, and their relationship was once so close that the Dragon Clan's eldest princess, Zhao, and the Dragon Maiden entered the Wei Palace to cultivate, while the Beihai Long Wang followed the Eastern 【Clan】 into the palace, calling the Wei Gongdi 'Uncle'...

Even if the Dragon Clan tried every possible way to prevent Luoxia from shaking the Bright Yang fruit position, facing such a descendant of the Bai Lin, they would not lose face unless absolutely necessary! Yet, they could not sit idly by and watch Li Zhouwei grow... The only way to ruthlessly eliminate him was crude and direct—simply refuse to acknowledge that he is a Bai Lin!

If Li Zhouwei had no relationship with Minghui, Minghui would surely be wishing for the situation to escalate, but he was already feeling guilty, merely wearing a facade of feigned calm. Now, in an instant, he made his choice:

'It is fine to take action for him, and it is fine to destroy this Dharma body... but this humble monk cannot find a stance!'

While his heart was filled with hesitation, the golden-eyed youth above raised his brows, and mysterious golden patterns emerged on his neck, saying indifferently:

"I do not know if the Long Wang hates the Wei Li Bright Yang or if you have gone blind. Fate is ordained, yet you cannot see clearly even when it is so manifest, and you wish to use such words to amuse yourself."

The youth had already stood up from his seat, meeting the gloomy gaze in Guangcan's blue-black pupils. Golden light condensed in his hands, and he forged that bright Bai Long halberd section by section, with rolling colorful light rising from behind him.

That long halberd was already braced before him, and rolling demonic Qi submerged the entire mountain range. The demon dragon's figure expanded infinitely in the black fog, and Guangcan's icy laughter spread across the entire horizon along with the darkness, leaving the mountains in pitch blackness, save for that pair of golden eyes shining in the dark and a cold sentence:

"【Qianyang Bracelet】? I shall let the Long Wang see enough of it."

Guangcan's laughter rolled like thunder, carrying coldness and the demon dragon's strange hoarseness:

"How bold!"

The crescent-like long halberd was braced in the air, and the black Qi in the sky poured down like a waterfall. The bright, massive saber Qi, like a mountain, fiercely suppressed the long halberd, causing it to slam into the ground, exploding with a brilliant golden light.

This Long Wang did not follow the rules at all; the saber Qi and demonic Qi at his waist had been brewing for who knows how long!

"Boom!"

The brilliant golden light exploded instantly, like a heavy hammer with immense force, piercing through the mountain and driving into the deep underground. All the black Qi in the sky detached from the mountain and rushed into the sky, turning into a giant dragon of cloud Qi circling the horizon, emitting an earth-shattering roar as Guangcan sheathed his saber.

This rolling demonic Qi made Minghui retreat three steps, his heart turning cold:

'They really started fighting! A Long Wang with two divine abilities.'

Long Wang, Lord of the East Sea, descendant of the Dao Embryo and the Great Sage, the most noble demon creature in this world with the purest bloodline without a single speck of impurity!

Throughout history, there have been only a few Great Sages among demon creatures. The bloodline of the Goose-Crow is almost extinct, and even if a descendant like the Peacock, who is not considered orthodox, defects to the Buddhist Sect, they still have to be treated with respect by all cultivators, let alone a Dragon!

And what kind of demon creature is Guangcan? A noble dragon son of the Black Dragon lineage. Even if he only has two divine abilities, it still leaves Minghui at a loss—not to mention the other person's divine abilities... the spirit treasures on his body are enough to make him perish completely in this place!

In just this moment of contemplation, a shining golden light had already risen from the ground, turning into a golden meteor, carrying rolling air waves, flying straight toward the horizon.

"Roar!"

But the black-clad demon king in the sky only opened his mouth, and that huge mouth revealed ferocious scales and sharp long fangs, spitting out a pure black light flame as thick as a mountain peak!

"Clatter..."

That golden radiance was submerged in an instant, but the rolling colorful clouds still condensed in the sky. Guangcan's dragon eyes became even brighter, and a hint of a smile flashed across his ferocious face:

" 'Lord Daowei'..."

His hand was raised abruptly, blocking in front of him, grabbing fiercely. Only hearing the sound of thunder, he took the incoming punch with a bang.

Li Zhouwei had already escaped from the light flame, his golden eyes clear, close at hand.

The light flame of the tug-of-war between divine abilities and magic power appeared between the two palms. The light flame in Guangcan's mouth stopped instantly, his face returning to that majestic and domineering appearance, while the massive giant dragon condensed from divine ability and magic power behind him raised its head high, opening its mouth to spit fire again!

The demonic flame poured down, gathering rolling demonic Qi, but the patterns on Li Zhouwei's face became even brighter. The 'Bright Yang' magic power operated together with 【Brightly Manifesting Sun and Moon】, refining all the demonic Qi before him, but the surging divine ability and magic power still surged on his face, wanting to melt his Dharma body.

"Hate the Wei Li Bright Yang?"

Guangcan stared at him with blue-black pupils, sneering, and said hoarsely:

"When the Gongdi was alive, my grandfather entered the palace three times. Li Guangheng was my father's sworn brother, and Qianyang was retrieved by my family personally. The Wei Li rose and fell, and my father was the only one willing to stand up, eventually having his dragon tendons pulled out and perishing. The 'Trapped Dragon Ridge' in Longdi is still a blessed land of the Chen Kingdom today... You talk to me about the Wei Li?"

"Who hates the Wei Li Bright Yang? Is it Ding Jiao or me? Li Zhouwei... you had better think clearly."

This demon dragon seemed to have deep meaning. That pair of black pupils looked at him as if reminding him, and he cracked a smile, spitting demonic Qi from his nostrils:

"Are you the Wei Li Bright Yang... or is the Wei Di the Wei Li Bright Yang?"

Li Zhouwei narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile also appeared on his face. The center of his brows brightened rapidly, and 【Supreme Brightness Subduing Light】 poured out, dissolving all the rolling demonic flames. The youth emitted a low, roar-like laugh:

"You talk about the Wei Li? Now the Xiaguang shepherds the Wei Di, and the Xisuo binds the Qilin. What is there to talk about! If you really had a way to save the Wei Di, why would I be here today!"

The light at the center of his brows rapidly transformed into bottomless darkness, and rolling 【Emperor Qi Light】 rushed out. Countless golden and black streams of light covered the entire horizon, covering all the demonic Qi, while this cold voice of the Bai Lin came:

"Who is the Wei Li Bright Yang? The superior is Bright Yang, and killing one's father is also Bright Yang. The Wei Di is the supreme position. Is there any nobility today? And the fate of Bright Yang has descended upon me, to hate the rebellious position, to kill the monarch and father, to seize power. I am in the position of the Yang Extreme. If I am cherished by the Bright Yang fruit position, rebelling against the Emperor, since I have ascended to the position, I..."

"Am Bright Yang!"

He laughed loudly, mocking:

"If I really became this Wei Li Bright Yang, are you going to eliminate me, or help me?!"

The demonic Qi in Guangcan's eyes surged even more, and he was unable to speak for a moment. The flesh on his face twitched, breaking open, and pitch-black ridges grew out inch by inch. Two long, ridge-like whiskers were pulled out from his lips, stretching their posture in the demonic flame.

Li Zhouwei's words were not unreasonable. The son honoring the father is Bright Yang, and the son killing the father is also Bright Yang. Guangcan claimed to maintain the Wei Li Bright Yang and wanted to kill him to help Li Qianyuan, but Li Qianyuan sat on the fruit position, yet had no country and no emperor, and could no longer be the Bright Yang monarch and father!

And although Li Zhouwei was under the fruit position, for Bright Yang, this unique supreme fruit position, to cherish someone outside the fruit position, there was only one possibility—letting him kill his father.

If Li Zhouwei was ordered by the supreme fruit position, he would perfectly fit the rebellious position of Bright Yang's inversion, 【Yang Extreme】. He was the one who represented Bright Yang!

Blackness like mist surged in Guangcan's pupils. His posture, which had been stretching during his words, had already turned those large hands into massive, ferocious demon claws, sprinkling demonic flames.

Clouds and mist filled the sky, revealing a glimpse of scales and claws. Long horns, bright white sharp teeth, and deep black dragon eyes like ponds in the black fog covered the entire sky.

Pitch-black mist shrouded the four directions. Guangcan's dragon head was ferocious and massive, slowly lowering toward that tiny golden light. The Long Wang's tone carried laughter and madness:

"Do you dare to ascend to the position!"

Li Zhouwei was in infinite darkness, his long halberd raised, facing Guangcan's true body. Black flames surged from his body, the long blade flashing, the cold light dazzling. He smiled quietly:

"I can kill the monarch."

The black clouds in the sky dispersed like mist, and Guangcan was nowhere to be seen. A sturdy gray-haired man was standing in the air, deep red light shining in his eyes, his armor seams full of gray-white hair, standing with his hands behind his back, like a mountain.

And behind this man followed another person, covered in armor, emitting a faint blue radiance, his face shrouded under a helmet, unable to see his form.

Li Zhouwei let go, the long halberd in his palm disappeared, and he bowed:

"Greetings, Beihai Long Wang."

Dongfang Lieyun's gaze was gloomy, staring into the distance, and he replied:

"Bai Lin, you are too polite."

He stared straight at Li Zhouwei's pupils and said:

"I did not arrange Yin Continent well, making the Bai Lin see a joke. Fortunately, I was in the sea, and seeing the Qilin chant and the Dragon roar in Yin Continent, I rushed over from Beihai. It is not too late."

"Now that there are more eyes, let us enter the mountain first."

Dongfang Lieyun's expression was truly not good, even looking a bit ashamed, only leading him into the continent. Li Zhouwei was noncommittal, driving his light downward, sneering in his heart:

'Quite timely.'

Ping Yanzi's spirit mountain had already been collapsed, earth and stone crumbled, pavilions collapsed, revealing the gloomy white bones within the mountain. A red sea of blood surged out from the mountain, spilling all over the ground. There was still a group of demon creatures gathered around the mountain like flies, drinking blood in large gulps, letting Ping Yan's disciples drive them away without retreating.

Ping Yanzi knelt firmly on the ruins. Minghui stood to one side, bowing his head and looking submissive, only shrinking into a corner, hoping that this Long Wang would not see him. Dongfang Lieyun really didn't give him a single glance, but stared coldly at Ping Yanzi:

"Trash."

This devil did not dare to breathe loudly, kneeling on the ground, respectfully saying:

"Greetings, Beihai Long Wang, greetings, Xushui Demon King!"

Dongfang Lieyun did not reply a single word to him, only stepping over. The Xushui Demon King following behind also did not say a word, taking Li Zhouwei all the way to the Golden Palace and Golden Hall, deep into the continent, only then seeing a palace as large as a mountain.

Long Wang Clan still had that temperament. The main seat in the hall was as big as a house. Dongfang Lieyun sat on the seat, his expression icy, saying in a deep voice:

"I have made you laugh."

Li Zhouwei shook his head, saying indifferently:

"I have gained much from exchanging blows with the Dragon Son."

His golden eyes were very calm, without annoyance or the anger of being offended, but rather appearing somewhat gloomy. Even in front of this Long Wang, he did not have the slightest timidity, but asked:

"【Qianyang Bracelet】, I do not know its origin, to have implicated the Crown Prince!"

Dongfang Lieyun's pair of strange eyes flashing with red light stared at him, saying faintly:

"The Wei Di once bestowed bracelets. One was called 【Qianyang】, which is the one on your hand, bestowed upon the Wei Di's younger brother, Li Guangheng. The second was called 【Changning】, given to Tuoba Changming. The third was called 【Chongtai】, given to the Gao family's Lou Chongyang."

"The bracelet, as an object, originated from the slavery of the Zhou Dynasty, locked between the wrists. It is not a good omen. Bestowed upon subordinates, it signifies stabilizing a region, not fleeing and not rebelling..."

"The Tuoba family and the Lou family were both large tribes on the border, leaders of the sixteen tribes of the Eastern Hu. Bestowing this bracelet naturally required them to guard the border for the Wei Kingdom honestly, not to have other thoughts, and they would be used heavily."

Dongfang Lieyun smiled and said:

"Bestowed upon Li Guangheng... the meaning is similar."

Li Zhouwei narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent and not answering:

'So it was a warning to me...'

Since the Wei Di used this to warn his subordinates and relatives, then you Dragon Clan giving this object to me again, how similar is the meaning!

Dongfang Lieyun's expression was natural, watching him quietly:

"Ding Jiao has also achieved divine abilities now, but the old ancestor in the sea is having a birthday and cannot come to see you. It is a pity. He told me personally at the time that your affairs should be left to him to arrange."

"It can be considered a bit of compassion."

Dongfang Lieyun's expression was calm. Li Zhouwei bowed to thank him, smiling casually:

"That is true. After all, the Crown Prince's subordinates are all in Zhu Lu. If I were to prepare for my funeral affairs, I would definitely need their help. It is just that the great chaos has just begun, and my family cannot spare the hands, so it has been delayed and not put on the agenda."

This Long Wang's expression was strange, leaning on the main seat, saying faintly:

"That is fine. You do not need to consider Guangcan's side. They cannot change anything. They can only cause you some trouble here legitimately. This matter does not need to be rushed, at least wait until you have three divine abilities before doing this..."

He shook his head:

"Ding Jiao's life divine ability has not been completed, so it is really inconvenient to do this, but he wants to do it personally, so wait for him for some years, and also let you free up your hands first!"

Li Zhouwei nodded, taking out a box from his sleeve, in which colors were dazzling and confusing, with a water gold placed upright:

"This is 【Deep Savage Age Gold】, which is a Zifu spirit object of the Water-Gold 【lineage】, coming from the Cave Heaven. It is rare to have some curiosity. Since the Crown Prince has achieved divine abilities, a mere thin gift, the object is thin but the sentiment is thick, please accept it, Long Wang."

Dongfang Lieyun stretched out his hand, clamped the jade box between his fingernails, and put it into his bosom, saying casually:

"I will thank the Bai Lin on his behalf."

Long Wang Clan must look down on this little thing. To put it bluntly, it is not enough to fill the gaps between their teeth. Li Zhouwei can only be considered to have reached the sentiment, looking at the general on the side:

"Is this the Xushui Demon King?"

The general was slightly stunned, bowed respectfully, and replied:

"Reporting to the Great King, I am Lu Xu, humbly serving as King in Xushui."

This general, a demon creature in the middle stage of Zifu, could walk sideways in more than ninety percent of places, being a hegemon of a region. Following behind Dongfang Lieyun, he was respectful, and facing him, his attitude was even more respectful, like a small demon... making Li Zhouwei's heart move:

'Although demon creatures are sometimes not as good as human cultivators in fighting, and sometimes even a head shorter than Buddhist cultivators, they have always had long lifespans, and those with good bloodlines break through even more easily. Generation accumulates generation, under the East Sea... the strength of the Dragon Clan is truly unfathomable...'

His expression was calm, and he smiled, saying:

"There was a White Jin River King back then who saved a capable subordinate of mine. These years he has always been thinking of repaying the favor, but there has been no news of the White Jin River King for a long time.

I heard a few days ago that he was under the Demon King's command. If there is an opportunity, I can let the two have a talk."

This Xushui Demon King bowed slightly and replied:

"The small demon understands."

Seeing that he understood at a hint, Li Zhouwei stood up and bowed, replying:

"Since we have already fought in Yin Continent, I fear being discovered by others, taking advantage of the emptiness of my lake to invade, so I will not disturb you much!"

Dongfang Lieyun nodded, sitting on the main seat, watching him go away faintly. Those dragon eyes were full of coldness, seemingly thinking about something:

'Li Zhouwei... with divine abilities on his body, his bearing is also different. I fear he has ambition... I hope he doesn't cause any trouble for me when the time comes!'

His gaze became even gloomier, making the atmosphere in the entire hall stagnate. I don't know how long it took before he said coldly:

"Xushui!"

The general on the side bowed his head:

"The subject is here."

"Go to Liehai."

Li Zhouwei left the palace and returned to Ping Yanzi's mountain gate, finding that the originally collapsed mountain had already been piled up, but the pavilions and towers were still under construction. The devil greeted him all the way to the mountain, smiling with his face:

"I have offended you much, please do not blame me..."

Li Zhouwei was full of thoughts and was really too lazy to pay attention to him, flicked his sleeves, and asked:

"Where is Minghui?"

Ping Yanzi hurriedly said:

"Just now the two Great Kings fought, scaring him out of his wits. Seeing the Great King being taken away by the Long Wang, he hid outside in one breath, saying he was waiting for the Lord outside the continent."

Seeing him point out the direction, Li Zhouwei nodded slightly, flew up from this demon cave, and finally left this overseas immortal continent full of gloomy clouds and blood everywhere.

Flying outward all the way, he really saw the monk driving auspicious clouds waiting in the sky, having already revealed his original form, with a dozen golden artifacts piled up beside him, looking forward to it.

As soon as Li Zhouwei appeared, he eagerly drove the clouds to gather around, bowed softly, and smiled busily:

"Great King... Great King is so divine! That is a dignified Dragon Son, yet he fought the Great King to a draw..."

This shock to him was truly too great. Even if he could speak lotus flowers, he couldn't say anything for a while. Li Zhouwei, however, knew in his heart:

'Neither side used spirit artifacts or spirit treasures, and didn't even use divine abilities, just exchanging a few moves. If they really fought, with the opponent's massive dragon body and profound magic power, taking out three or five spirit treasures at once, what would be the point of fighting...'

This could be considered flattery hitting the horse's leg, but Li Zhouwei's cultivation was similar to his, feeling that he was just flattering, and was too lazy to listen to his flattery, saying:

"How many percent of the things promised to my uncle back then have been retrieved today?"

This made Minghui laugh eagerly, replying:

"I have prepared... prepared!"

He flipped his sleeve, took out a crystal-clear crystal glaze bead, put it in his palm, and smiled:

"Great King, look!"

Li Zhouwei frowned and looked for a while, only feeling golden light piercing his eyes, all turning into glaze light color, confusing his mind, so he asked:

"This is?"

Minghui smiled:

"Having heard the Daoist friend's request, I looked for many people. One is to exchange for spirit fire, the second is to exchange for some spirit artifacts... but I couldn't make it public, only asking secretly and knocking here and there, but I also got good things."

"This one is 'Lamp Fire'. I heard people say... this thing can stop cold, can extract evil... sealed in this glaze bead, tempered through various changes, it is considered a Buddhist artifact. As for the name... I am not very clear."

Li Zhouwei saw something wrong at just this glance, frowning.

What did he give Minghui? Some golden artifacts suppressed from the hands of Lianmin, at most the golden ring snatched from the hands of Tuo Xi Jinlian Mohe, and the cassock obtained earlier had some weight... but what is in Minghui's hands?

There were not many good things in the hands of Buddhist cultivators, let alone Buddhist artifacts tempered by Zifu spirit fire? This Buddhist artifact must be very valuable in the north. If it is said to have the status of a spirit treasure, the few things in his hands are at most spirit embryos and spirit artifacts...

'Who trades like this! It is almost like my family taking out the 【Heavy Fire Two Brightness Instrument】 and exchanging it for things like 【Shi Chuan】, 【Driving Mountain to Sea Tiger】, 【Supervising Mountain Pointing Spirit Talisman】... isn't that a sucker!'

Although the two sides could not be completely equated, this bead was far worse than the 【Heavy Fire Two Brightness Instrument】, but the analogy was extremely similar, making Li Zhouwei frown, immediately becoming vigilant, saying coldly:

"Jinlian Mohe is really good at doing business!"

This sentence choked Minghui, who looked at him with embarrassment, saying in a low voice:

"Please let this humble monk explain..."

He smiled awkwardly and continued:

"I got news from Mount Dayang that I will be sent south in a few days to guard Jiangbei..."

He only said this much, and Li Zhouwei had a look of realization. Minghui flattered:

"Daoist friend also knows that my Lotus Temple has always been close to immortal cultivators and has never had any thoughts of going south. My family has also become increasingly tense with other lineages in recent years. This time Mount Dayang wants my senior and junior brothers to go south, it must be to take the lead... who knows if we will go to the lake!"

This monk touched his bald head and smiled:

"Please show mercy, Great King..."

Li Zhouwei was in a dilemma, shaking his head and saying:

"In the fight, divine abilities have no eyes, where is there any mercy to show? Either you kill me, or I kill you. If I show mercy to you, who will show mercy to my family! Moreover..."

His golden eyes narrowed, staring at him closely:

"If you dare to come to my lake to be rampant, you must leave something behind. Either leave your Dharma body and golden artifacts, or leave your life."

Minghui was really drumming in his heart. These words were originally his own nonsense, but thinking about it carefully, could those fellow disciples not do such things as sending him to the lake? Embarrassed:

"I understand! I understand!"

His eyes rolled around, and he smiled:

"Since the Lord has sold the golden artifacts to me, I will melt and sell them when I go back and then forge another one. I will never let the Lord break the rules. When the time comes, the Lord can take it! Bundled together with the golden artifacts of those fellow disciples and fellow Daoists, and then sell them to me... isn't that the best of both worlds!"

Li Zhouwei looked strange, looked at the monk carefully twice, and smiled:

"What if I want your life?"

"Eh!"

Minghui chuckled and replied:

"What is difficult about this? There will definitely be more than one person coming! Daoist friend can just catch those... those Great Desire Dao, Compassion Dao, and that what what Great Earth... Great Mu Dharma Realm! Just catch them and fight, you can take their lives however you want!"

"As for me... hehe, just let your elders fight with me, I guarantee I won't hurt him!"

Li Zhouwei's mouth twitched. While looking at him, he thought about it, his expression a bit strange, only then saying:

"Hard to say, I see you still can't beat him."