The Jade-Cutting Hook was a divine weapon from ancient times, not something one could use simply by obtaining it. Jiang Shu spent an entire month refining it with the Green City Sect's immortal arts before he could wield it at will.
The hook's power was truly formidable. Once released, its radiance wheeled like lightning, casting icy gleams in every direction and lighting the valley with what seemed like unceasing flashes. Jiang Shu was delighted beyond measure.
Once he had finished refining the hook, Shi Feiyang took him west to make trouble for Monk Chuan Deng.
The Western Demon Cult's headquarters lay in the Himalayas. In terms of length, the Himalayas were longer and larger than Kunlun Mountain, Huaxia's ancestral dragon. Towering peaks crowded its heights, giving it an even mightier accumulated momentum. Yet the Yarlung Tsangpo River severed this dragon vein through the middle, breaking its spine. Together with certain other factors, this brought about a state in which one dragon fell and myriad things arose. The grand configuration was lost, but countless smaller configurations with strange auras sprang up in its place.
Some of these configurations were ominous, others auspicious, nesting within and influencing one another. Upright practitioners of the immortal path disliked the place, but members of the Demon Cult loved to congregate there.
The Western Demon Cult had numerous branches and experts as plentiful as clouds. Its current nominal leader, Venerable Poison Dragon, represented only one branch. His master, Old Buddha Chili, had possessed such profound magical power that the various branches had submitted to him and honored him as their leader. After the old Buddha passed away and was cremated, his mantle fell to Venerable Poison Dragon, but the other branches refused to accept his authority.
Revered One Yideng was an expert from another faction, separate