The information was a bit too much. It hit Li Su so hard his head spun and his vision went dark.
The scripture pilgrim?
This was no secret. After Tang Monk set out on his journey, people had even specially spread the news for him. Humans and demons were not fools either. Setting aside the Curtain-Rolling General, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and Marshal Tianpeng—who among them was not a formidable existence? For the sake of an ordinary monk, who would go fight them?
But that was after the pilgrimage had begun, not before.
Right now, Tang Monk was only six years old. Why had news of the scripture pilgrim already spread?
What shocked Li Su even more was that these two people were discussing killing the scripture pilgrim?
Never mind Cheng Yaojin for the moment. The other man looked every bit a Daoist disciple. Pure qi coiled around his body, crystalline light brewed in his eyes, and his breath was long and unbroken. It was undoubtedly a proper cultivation method. He even used the Five Thunder Righteous Method, so he should belong to the Orthodox Unity lineage. During the Sui and Tang era, the Celestial Masters, Numinous Treasure, and Supreme Purity sects had all already appeared.
Although he was currently inside a mythological system, it was obvious that the mortal sects of the Mystic Gate were unquestionably connected to the Heavenly Court. They were orthodox great sects.
In Journey to the West, there had never been a case of the Daoist sect trying to stab the scripture pilgrim in the back, much less having mortals help them.
Moreover, judging by their reactions—especially those slight fluctuations in their auras—their intent to kill the scripture pilgrim ran deep. It was as though killing him would, just like eating him, grant