West Phoenix Three Yaoguai

"Hmm... Yellow-browed Rat Wolf?" Chen Tong pondered for a moment. He knew of a Yellow-browed Monster, but he wasn't sure if it was the same one. As for what a Rat Wolf was, he had no idea.

Chen Tong searched his mind for information but found no clues about a Rat Wolf.

As he was thinking, West Phoenix Mountain was already close at hand. A golden light, emanating divine might, blocked the colorful clouds they were riding. It seemed like all passing gods and buddhas were being stopped.

"Hmph, West Phoenix Mountain, of all places, sure puts on a show," Chen Tong scoffed. Just as he was about to unleash his Divine Power to break through the Buddhist light barrier, a cold voice echoed in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Kid, if you don't want to alert the others, I advise you not to be so high-profile."

Chen Tong: "..."

He naturally knew who the Death Underworld Dragon was referring to. His charged hand stopped mid-air, unable to move forward or back.

"What's wrong?" Bing Lin asked, seeing him like that.

"N-nothing!" Chen Tong gave an awkward laugh and lowered his hand. "This must be West Phoenix Mountain below! Um... for safety's sake, let's go down and assess the situation first before rescuing your sister."

Bing Lin nodded, and then the two of them landed steadily on the ground. They looked around at the trees, the sky-piercing greenery, and the soft, sponge-like grass.

"Quick! Quick! Don't let him get away!" At that moment, an anxious shout and the sound of footsteps came from the forest ahead.

"Hmm...?" Chen Tong raised an eyebrow. So, they were going to have some action so soon.

With a thought, Chen Tong's Grand Unity Golden Immortal's stealth aura enveloped Bing Lin! The two of them then hid in a Scholar Tree.

They watched the dense woods not far ahead, where a disheveled man wearing a Tiger Skin Beast Robe and holding a bow and arrows was moving. He shot arrows while looking back every six steps, his agile leaps like a roe deer in the grass, moving freely.

Behind him, three Yaoguai with leopard faces and wolf bodies, bizarre in appearance, were in hot pursuit. Even further behind them followed a group of lesser demons, their cheers like the calls of lecherous wolves, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Isn't West Phoenix Mountain the territory of that Old Thief Tathagata! How can there be Yaoguai here?" Chen Tong muttered, puzzled.

"Spiritual Mountain has always advocated for the salvation of all beings! They accept anyone who wishes to convert to Buddhism."

Bing Lin's words made Chen Tong nod, but he quickly sneered, "That Old Thief Tathagata's ambition is no small matter. He claims to save all beings, but in reality, it's just a twisted way to strengthen his own power! Hmph, he truly is someone who swallows everything without spitting out the bones."

Bing Lin glanced at Chen Tong suspiciously. Why did he have such deep hatred whenever he spoke of the Western Buddha Ancestor?

While Bing Lin was wondering, a "boom" sounded from below! The shockwave from the magical attack swept wildly around. Soon, a figure was sent flying out of the dense forest and crashed heavily onto the soft grass.

"Aren't you going to save him?" Bing Lin's jade-like face glanced at the heavily injured figure below and asked calmly.

"I'm too lazy to deal with this kind of minor character!" Chen Tong crossed his arms and turned his face away. "Besides, our objective is to save your sister. I don't want any detours before then."

Although Chen Tong's words were a refusal, his eyes revealed that he hoped Bing Lin would act herself. After all, those three ugly freaks were only at the True Demon level, and their aura was far from Bing Lin's strength.

"Hahaha!"

On the soft grass, the man in the beast robe lay flat. His chest was blown open, revealing bloody bones, his face pale as paper. He glared fiercely at the three True Demons in front of him. If nothing unexpected happened, he might die in their bellies today.

At this moment, the three True Demons held their small bellies and threw their heads back in laughter, looking at the man in the beast robe with mockery and playfulness. "You wild villager, you're pretty good at running! Try running again! Ah ha ha ha!"

"You... you evil Yaoguai, the Buddha Ancestor will capture you all one day." The man's mouth was full of blood, revealing his last bit of anger and unwillingness. Deep within his eyes, a wisp of tenderness was buried. "Mother, your son is unfilial. I can't be there to care for you in your old age."

A burst of painful grief in his heart made him gradually close his eyes, as if he had already given up struggling.

"Brothers! Let's stop wasting time with him. Let me send him down to see King Yama quickly!"

The thinnest True Demon among them, holding a chilling knife, slowly walked towards the man in the beast robe!

"Villager, don't worry, I'll savor your flesh slowly. Rest in peace!"

"Alas, I haven't even married yet, nor have I been able to let my mother hold her grandson. My life has been too much of a failure." Feeling the coldness of the blade, he let out a final groan in his heart.

"Yaaa...!" The True Demon raised his knife and, with a surge of power, swung it directly at the man's neck! Bing Lin's jade hand on the tree moved, and a flash of icy sword light shot out, directly repelling the thin True Demon.

"Third Brother!" The other two True Demons exclaimed in shock. Then, they looked around vigilantly. "Who! Show yourself!"

Chen Tong glanced at her indifferently. His hand, which had been secretly gathering power, slowly relaxed! "I thought you wouldn't make a move."

"Everyone in this world deserves to be treated kindly. Since we encountered this, we should save them if we can!"

"It seems your heart isn't as cold as your appearance."

"It has nothing to do with my heart," Bing Lin replied. Then, she appeared before the man in the beast robe with a mist of ice, directly facing the three True Demons.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At this moment, the lesser demons also emerged from the forest, their expressions varied and chaotic.

"Big Brother, she seems to be a True Immortal!" the stout True Demon whispered to the muscular True Demon beside him.

"Hmph! What's there to fear from a True Immortal! We are also True Immortals!" The muscular True Demon said disdainfully. "Hey, little girl over there, which mountain do you hail from? State your name."

The ice mist dissipated, revealing her incredibly beautiful icy face. Her ice-blue hair seemed to cascade down from the Nine Rivers like heavenly water, a beauty not meant for this mortal realm.

"B-b-big Brother, she's so beautiful!" the thin True Demon stammered, saliva dripping from his mouth, uttering the most trembling words of his life.

"Slap!!"

The muscular True Demon slapped him on the head. "Look at you, you pathetic wretch."

"Her icy aura is peerlessly elegant. Such a delicate appearance, how could she be here?" Although the muscular True Demon was also stunned by her beauty, a familiar scent made him maintain his composure.

"Esteemed Immortal, please state your mountain sect," the muscular True Demon continued, his tone now somewhat gentler.

Bing Lin stood indifferently, without any expression from beginning to end, not even a glance.

"Listen, if you don't want to die, get lost."

A cold, clear immortal voice came, but it was an unexpected threat.