Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 720 - Master Wuchao The Hongmeng Purple Qi is not with me!

720: Chapter 720: Master Wuchao: The Hongmeng Purple Qi is not with me!

720 -720: Master Wuchao: The Hongmeng Purple Qi is not with me!

A place even deeper than the Netherworld.

The Blood Sea churned endlessly, boundless at a glance.

Within this Netherworld Blood Sea, a figure emerged directly from the sea, with the Abi and Yuan Tu swords floating by his side, exuding an aura of immense sufficiency.

Naturally, the figure that emerged was none other than Ancestor Minghe.

Following closely by Ancestor Minghe’s side was a girl who looked to have a smear of blood-red tattoo at her forehead, none other than Xueyu.

“Master, is it really not necessary for us to accompany you on this trip to the Mortal World?” Poxun and other true disciples of Ancestor Minghe curiously inquired.

“There’s no need.

Just having Xueyu accompany me to the Mortal World is sufficient…” Turning his head, Ancestor Minghe looked at the four great Demon Kings under his command and spoke in a calm tone.

After a dismissive wave of his hand, he soared into the air with Xueyu, leaving the space of the Netherworld Blood Sea and heading towards the Mortal World.

The news of the emergence of the Hongmeng Purple Qi had shaken the Three Realms and Six Paths.

This last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi, representing the last opportunity for attaining Saintliness, naturally warranted everyone vying fiercely for it.

Not a single Quasi-Saint could resist the temptation of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Moving swiftly, Ancestor Minghe sped through the air with Xueyu, quickly reaching the Mortal World, specifically the vicinity of Foutu Mountain.

What a sight to behold—Foutu Mountain had already collapsed, but around here, many Quasi-Saints had gathered, a grand assembly unlike any before.

Zen Master Wuchao, Tathagata, Randeng Buddha, Master Zhenyuan, Wutian Buddha, plus two Quasi-Saints from the Demon Realm, and the Great Jade Emperor…

“So, with my arrival, are there now nine Quasi-Saints gathered here?” Seeing the assembly, Ancestor Minghe whispered to himself.

Indeed, the struggle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi was truly fierce.

The Quasi-Saints, rarely seen, were now appearing here in droves, weren’t they?

Setting aside what Ancestor Minghe thought, his appearance drew the gaze of the various Quasi-Saints around Foutu Mountain.

Observing Ancestor Minghe’s arrival, expressions among the Quasi-Saints shifted subtly.

Ancestor Minghe was a Netherworld Sect Master and especially known among the Listeners of Zixiao Palace for his immense strength, standing within the top tier, unfathomably strong.

Indeed, the term “unfathomable” aptly described Ancestor Minghe.

For everyone knew of Ancestor Minghe’s formidable power, but the extent of his might was unknown to all.

Ancestor Minghe was famed for his 480 million incarnations as the Blood God Sons.

So long as the Blood Sea did not dry out, Minghe would not die.

More importantly, up to this point, not a single person had ever seen Ancestor Minghe’s true body, much less knew the limits of his strength.

Therefore, with Ancestor Minghe’s arrival, the heart of every Quasi-Saint present grew heavy with solemnity.

“Netherworld Sect Master?

May I ask who this young girl by your side is?” asked Wutian Buddha with some curiosity at the sight of Ancestor Minghe’s arrival with a little girl by his side.

Although Wutian Buddha displayed a fearless attitude towards those from the Buddhist Sect, in the presence of others, he seemed modest and courteous, with a charismatic charm all his own.

“This is a disciple I have recently taken in.

Should you come across her in the future, do provide her with some guidance!”

Ancestor Minghe looked at Wutian Buddha and explained, exhibiting no pretense of arrogance.

However, upon saying this, Ancestor Minghe paused briefly before his gaze settled on Tathagata and Randeng Buddha, saying, “Especially the two from the Buddhist Sect!”

With Ancestor Minghe’s words, Tathagata bowed his head in silence. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Clearly, Tathagata was aware of Xueyu’s identity.

Yet, surprise flickered across Randeng Buddha’s face as he asked in astonishment, “May I ask Master, what is the significance of your words?”

“Randeng, do you really not know?” Casting a glance at Randeng Buddha, Ancestor Minghe was familiar with him as both had been Listeners of Zixiao Palace.

His tone casual, he added, “My disciple’s father happens to be Master Xuanzang of your Buddhist Sect.

Therefore, it is only right that your people take good care of her, isn’t it?”

“Amitabha…” Hearing Ancestor Minghe’s words, Randeng Buddha peeked at Tathagata, who showed no sign of objection, and muttered a Buddhist chant with a pained expression.

It wasn’t just Randeng Buddha who reacted this way – the other Quasi-Saints also showed a wariness in their eyes after the revelation, glancing between Ancestor Minghe and the silent, unsmiling Xueyu by his side.

A single Xueyu was not an issue, nor was her status as Ancestor Minghe’s disciple significant.

But her father was Xuanzang!

The grand tribulation of the Westward Journey was ongoing, and amidst this catastrophe, Xuanzang, the epicenter of the tribulation, was unfathomably terrifying.

If anything were to befall his daughter, in a fit of fury, who knew what Xuanzang might do?

In the era of the Immeasurable Kalpa, nothing could be assumed using ordinary reasoning.

It wouldn’t be impossible for a Quasi-Saint to fall during the Immeasurable Kalpa, would it?

Therefore, facing the identity of Xueyu as Master Xuanzang’s daughter, the various Quasi-Saints felt a hint of trepidation in their hearts.

Observing the expressions of the few Quasi-Saints present, Ancestor Minghe remained outwardly calm, but inwardly, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Indeed, it seems that taking on this disciple has its uses at critical moments.

“Golden Crow…”

While laughing inwardly, Ancestor Minghe’s gaze fell upon Master Wuchao and called out his true identity directly, “So, all these years, the Hongmeng Purple Qi has always been in your hands!

Your Demon Clan has kept it quite secret indeed!”

The so-called secrecy of the Demon Clan naturally referred to the event during Ancient Times, when Ancestor Hongyun was killed by the Demon Clan, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi was taken from him.

“Alas…”

Master Wuchao looked around at the other Quasi-Saints, and upon hearing Ancestor Minghe’s words, let out a long sigh.

“I know, the purpose of your visit here is for the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

However, it is not with me now…” Master Wuchao replied.

Confident in his own strength, if it were just one Quasi-Saint giving him trouble, similar to the Ancient Dragon Clan member earlier, Master Wuchao believed he could cope.

Even against an existence like Ancestor Minghe, he still had the ability to protect himself.

But with so many Quasi-Saints gathered here, all believing the Hongmeng Purple Qi to be with him and coming for it, he alone could not handle so many.

“Not with you?

Then where have you placed it!?” Ancestor Minghe’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing Master Wuchao’s words.

“Amitabha, Old Zen Master, no one will believe what you say.

The treasure such as the Hongmeng Purple Qi, how could you place it elsewhere?

Surely you have already integrated it into yourself, right?” Tathagata Buddha also stepped forward and said confidently.

“Indeed, indeed, the Hongmeng Purple Qi, how can we simply take your word for it?” said another Quasi-Saint from the Demon Realm, who had a pair of horns on his head, and his body exuded an immensely heavy aura.

Master Wuchao claimed the Hongmeng Purple Qi was not with him, and regardless of whether the surrounding Quasi-Saints believed him or not, they naturally had to verify carefully.

So, a clash over the Hongmeng Purple Qi was inevitable.

Knowing that these people would not take his word for it, Master Wuchao gripped the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his hand, his eyes serious, prepared for a fight.

Boom Boom Boom!

As if everyone was already prepared, they took action almost simultaneously in the blink of an eye, and the chaos among the nine Quasi-Saints shook the world.

However, these Quasi-Saints were also aware of the impact their full force could have on the Three Realms and the Six Paths.

Therefore, when they took action, they were quite restrained.

At the same time, the battlefield kept shifting, quickly moving outside the thirty-three heavens…

Jiang Liu, of course, was unaware of the chaos among the Quasi-Saints, and naturally, he could speculate a thing or two about what Master Wuchao would encounter.

Once news of the Hongmeng Purple Qi leaked, Master Wuchao wouldn’t have any peaceful days left.

However, although Jiang Liu himself coveted the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he knew his own circumstances well.

With his current strength, to vie for the Hongmeng Purple Qi from Master Wuchao?

He simply didn’t qualify.

Hence, Jiang Liu merely kept an eye on the relevant news.

The Scripture Seeking team continued their journey to the Western Heaven.

It wasn’t that Jiang Liu didn’t want to get involved in the Hongmeng Purple Qi affair or compete for it.

However, with his current level of cultivation not even reaching that of a Taiyi True Immortal, competing for the Hongmeng Purple Qi would be a suicide mission, wouldn’t it?

“Alas, without any surprises, the Hongmeng Purple Qi should still be with Master Wuchao, but now, with this news exposed, it’s hard to say whose hands it will fall into next!”

On the Journey to the West, Jiang Liu, sitting atop the White Dragon Horse, could guess the situation Master Wuchao would face and let out a helpless sigh in his heart.

After all, he and Master Wuchao were quite familiar with each other, weren’t they?

Thinking that he might perish due to the Hongmeng Purple Qi affair, like the Ancient Great God Ancestor Hongyun, Jiang Liu felt genuine regret.

Drip Drip Drip!

However, just as Jiang Liu’s thoughts were preoccupied with the Hongmeng Purple Qi issue, suddenly, a familiar sound rang out.

It was the notification sound for a message from a good friend.

Hearing this, Jiang Liu’s mind shifted slightly, and he immediately opened his friend list.

Indeed, a familiar icon was bouncing.