Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 935 - 32: Return to Shu [2 in 1]_2

Chapter 935: Chapter 32: Return to Shu [2 in 1]_2

The Baize cub was about to come closer when Liu Xiaoyi pointed at it again, "Not even the males have it."

"Cough cough..." Chu Liang cleared his throat, "Some fish should not lead classmates astray with their personal experiences."

"All right, all right." Liu Xiaoyi pointed at Chu Liang, "He indeed is good."

"Hmm?" Chu Liang furrowed his brows, feeling that this sentence sounded somewhat off in context.

...

After busying themselves all morning, they had finally settled Tuntun in.

Who would have thought? Five hundred years ago, a Demon God was imprisoned in Shu Mountain, and five hundred years later, a Demon God was studying at Shu Mountain—essentially, there was no fundamental difference between the two.

After returning to Silver Sword Peak, Empress Feng asked in puzzlement, "What did you all go to do together?"

"Isn’t there a new school built on that mountain? We were finding a school for the Little Yi Sisters," Chu Liang replied with a smile. "If the master is not at ease, you can also go and check out the teacher’s qualifications yourself."

"I’d rather not visit a place for studying," Empress Feng turned around and lay back down on the bed, "That stuff gives me a headache."

Chu Liang had anticipated this reaction.

The master preferred books with pictures, entirely text-based ones were somewhat beyond her scope. The more you pushed her to go, the less likely she was to go.

Returning to his own cabin, Chu Liang immediately sat down cross-legged, his divine sense sinking into the White Pagoda.

Within the space inside the tower, the newly employed puppet of the Great Dao was frantically operating, a gloomy thundercloud condensing above its head, and a small golden dragon was swimming back and forth, an extremely terrifying Daoist Rite condensing.

After understanding the characteristics of the puppet, Chu Liang knew how to make it condense the Dao. It was actually simple, just infuse it with a strand of Daoist Rite, and thereafter, whenever it encountered similar rites, it would automatically absorb and condense them until it mastered the Dao.

If someone else had this puppet, they might need to search everywhere for Daoist Rites to feed it. But Chu Liang did not need to, for he could find objects that were essentially sources of the Dao.

For example, the Shu Mountain Divine Boat, it had a source of Jue Yun Dao, providing an unending supply of Jue Yun Daoist Rites. Naturally, moving this item to the White Pagoda was a bit of a struggle, because it was not originally from the White Pagoda.

Initially, items from outside of the White Pagoda could not be stored inside it, but Chu Liang later discovered that some foods he brought for Tuntun could move in and out freely.

After some research, he found that non-spiritual objects could freely enter and leave, but spiritual items required the expenditure of his own spiritual power to be brought inside.

Items like the Shu Mountain Divine Boat, which were divine artifacts, would consume a large amount of spiritual power to bring inside.

Moreover, Jue Yun Dao was quite popular, and Chu Liang could not compete with Daoist Yan for it. Even if Daoist Yan were not around one day, Jiang Yuebai would still be waiting.

So Chu Liang did not consider the Shu Mountain Divine Boat, the better option was naturally the Divine Dragon Ball, the Daoist practice of a Ninth Realm Dragon God, an item considered a source of the God Thunder Dao.

The God Thunder Dao currently lacked a master, so as long as the puppet could absorb enough Daoist Rite, it could immediately advance.

In other words, Chu Liang could use his Seventh Realm cultivation and possess the authority of Tianyuan!

Just like when he activated the Five Elements True Qi in the Fourth Realm, such advanced authority could grant him the ability to battle cultivators of the Eighth Realm.

Above the puppet’s head, the thundercloud condensed stronger, the process of mastering Tianyuan within such a small space felt like creating a divine artifact in a small workshop.

The oppressed Daoist Rite almost solidified into substance, causing Chu Liang’s heart to palpitate.

Looking at the several Big Head Babies lined up, it truly gave a satisfying feeling. Chu Liang waved his hand contentedly, "Everyone keep up the good work, I’ll be advancing soon!"

...

While the weather at Shu Mountain was clear, a solitary island in the Eastern Sea was covered with dense clouds.

About a hundred disciples in blue robes stood on the pitch-dark beach, all looking up at the summit of the cliff with solemn expressions, as if waiting for an important moment to arrive.

Atop the mountain, the stern-faced Elder Cang Qiu stood opposite the angry Daoist Cang Yun, their gazes clashing and sparking intensely.

More than ten cultivators of the Seventh Realm stood behind each of them, only Yang Shenlong stood in the middle, not siding with either, his demeanor solemn.

"The Sect Leader, before his death, gave the Eastern Sea Time Wheel to Shenlong, acknowledging him as the new leader of Penglai. Do you intend to betray the sect by snatching the Eastern Sea Time Wheel from him?" Daoist Cang Yun angrily said.

Behind him, only two cultivators of the Seventh Realm stood, considerably weaker compared to Elder Cang Qiu’s forces across.

Elder Cang Qiu snorted coldly, "Firstly, it was under the autocracy of Cang Sheng that Penglai took the path it has today, could his decisions be correct? Secondly, if Penglai has come to what it is today, it’s all due to the harm from the Shu Mountain Sect. Shu Mountain killed our fellows, colluded with demonic cultivators to destroy our Three Islands, and allied with the Demonic Clan to seize our homeland. If Yang Shenlong intends to submit Penglai to Shu Mountain, isn’t that the act of betraying the sect? Thirdly, the Eastern Sea Time Wheel is a divine artifact of our sect, how could a mere cultivator of the Seventh Realm guard it? If we allow him to take it away, it would simply be delivering it to Shu Mountain on a silver platter. We, as disciples of Penglai, absolutely cannot sit idly by and let this happen!"

"Right!" With Elder Cang Qiu’s words, responses arose from behind him.

At its peak, Penglai had a cloud of able cultivators and rain of experts, but now, after a series of self-inflicted hardships, it was no longer as before. Yet, there were still two experts of the Eighth Realm, more than ten of the Seventh Realm, and over a hundred elite disciples. More importantly, they possessed another divine artifact—The Eastern Sea Time Wheel, returned by Daoist Cang Sheng at the cost of his life.