Chapter 627

Indiscriminate Slaughter!

He counted the quantity and, after confirming that everything was correct, began to calculate in his mind.

"Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-six innate spiritual treasure dragon spears, each can be exchanged for two hundred billion experience points? No, according to the system's exchange ratio, each innate spiritual treasure can be exchanged for twenty-five million experience points, and each top-grade innate spiritual treasure can be exchanged for five hundred million experience points."

Jiang Wang carefully calculated in his mind, "4,726 multiplied by 25 million, plus 312 multiplied by 500 million, the total is... 119.5 billion experience points!"

When he calculated the number, a look of wild joy flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

With 119.5 billion experience points, this amount is enough to support him in cultivating the eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Spirit Treasure Record! The Nine Revolutions Spirit Treasure Record is an unparalleled cultivation technique. Each stage can bring about a qualitative leap in the physical body. Once the eighth stage is completed, the physical body will be comparable to a Chaos Treasure, impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire. Even when facing attacks from Saints, one can calmly cope with them.

He suppressed his excitement and, with a thought, summoned the system panel.

[Host: Jiang Wang]

Cultivation Level: Late Stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal

[Cultivation Technique: Nine Revolutions Spiritual Treasure Record (Seventh Revolution Completed)]

[Spiritual Treasures: 4726 Innate Spiritual Treasure Dragon Spears, 312 Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Dragon Spears]

Experience points: 0

[Exchangeable: Do you want to exchange the spirit treasure for experience points?]

"exchange!"

Jiang Wang confirmed without hesitation.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long. As long as he could cultivate to the eighth level, his strength would be dramatically enhanced, and he would be able to have a place in the Three Realms.

However, just when he thought his experience points would skyrocket, the system's notification made his face darken.

[System notification: The system detected that the spiritual treasures redeemed by the host are of the same style in large quantities, belonging to mass-produced products, and their value is greatly reduced.]

After system evaluation, experience points can only be exchanged at half price.

"what?!"

Jiang Wang's pupils contracted sharply, and the smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by incredulous anger. "Half price?"
In the chaotic void, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, surrounded by faint primordial purple energy. The experience points flowing from his fingertips transformed into countless silver-white streams of light, surging into his limbs and bones like an inverted galaxy.

This was the third hour he had spent attempting to break through to the seventh level of the "Nine Revolutions Spiritual Treasure Record." Ten billion experience points surged through his meridians like a raging river, each surge bringing excruciating pain, yet after the pain subsided, new life was born.

His physical body was no longer the same as before. Beneath his skin, countless fine lines flowed like runes of the Great Dao, radiating a faint golden halo.

At this moment, these patterns are violently twisting and reorganizing under the impetus of experience points. Every inch of muscle fiber is being forcibly torn apart and then reassembled with a strength far exceeding that of the past.

Jiang Wang clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, evaporating into white mist the moment they touched the ground.

He could clearly feel his bones groaning under the strain, as if they were about to shatter at any moment, but he felt no fear. Only his unwavering will supported him through this hellish ordeal.

Before the pain of the body being torn apart had subsided, the second round of tempering had already begun.

In the void, countless obscure and difficult-to-understand Dao artifacts appeared out of thin air, surrounding Jiang Wang like a sky full of stars.

These runes are not physical objects, but they carry the ancient aura of the beginning of chaos. They rotate and condense, transforming into golden blades of light that rush towards Jiang Wang's body.

Each inscription entering his body was like an eternal mark etched on his bones, muscles, and meridians, bringing pain that was worse than being torn apart, as if his soul was being repeatedly cut apart.

Jiang Wang's consciousness was almost blurred by the excruciating pain, but he held on to his mind and allowed these Dao artifacts to take root and merge within his body, transforming his physical body to be more in line with the Dao and more resilient.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last Dao artifact script completely merged into Jiang Wang's heart, the third tempering—Extreme Cold Tempering—suddenly descended.

The previously unbearably hot void instantly became icy cold, with billions of extremely cold energies sweeping in from the depths of chaos, enveloping Jiang Wang's body like ancient ice.

His blood seemed to freeze at that moment, a thick layer of frost formed on his skin, and even his breath was filled with white mist. Each inhale felt like inhaling countless ice needles, piercing his lungs with pain.

However, this extreme cold was not purely destructive. While freezing Jiang Wang's physical body, it also continuously compressed the power within him, making every inch of his flesh and blood denser and tougher.

Jiang Wang circulated the remaining experience points in his body, actively guiding the extreme cold energy to flow within him, allowing it to temper his physical body into something as indestructible as a chaotic spiritual treasure.

As the extreme cold gradually dissipated, Jiang Wang slowly opened his eyes, a sharp golden light flashing in them, like a sword piercing through the darkness.

He slowly stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound like metal striking stone. Every movement carried a power that shook the void.

He extended his right hand and flicked his fingertips, sending a burst of terrifying energy towards a chaotic crystal not far away—a hard substance capable of withstanding attacks from ordinary chaotic spiritual treasures, but the moment the energy touched it, it turned into dust.

To verify the true power of the seventh transformation, Jiang Wang had a thought and exposed his physical body to the void. He then mobilized a wisp of chaotic power to simulate the destructive power of the Heaven-Opening Axe.

This Heaven-Opening Axe is a top-tier offensive Chaos Treasure in the Primordial Chaos Realm. It is said to possess the power to create heaven and earth, and ordinary Chaos Treasures cannot escape the fate of shattering before it.

However, when the energy emanating from the simulated Heaven-Opening Axe, carrying the destructive power of the heavens and earth, struck Jiang Wang's arm, only a "clang" was heard.

With a crisp sound, the energy dissipated instantly, and not even a trace of white mark remained on Jiang Wang's skin.

"Physical defense at the level of a Chaos Spiritual Treasure..."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, but not much elation.

He knew perfectly well that although his physical defenses were strong, they were not invincible.

Special methods such as soul attacks, law crushing, and Great Dao sealing can still pose a threat to him.

The path of cultivation is endless, and a slight misstep could lead to annihilation. He would never become arrogant because of this breakthrough, but would instead maintain his usual caution and composure.

Just as Jiang Wang was consolidating his cultivation, in the distant Xiniu Hezhou, the pilgrimage team was traveling on a rugged mountain path.

Tang Sanzang rode the white dragon horse, his face showing some fatigue, but his gaze remained firm as he headed westward.

Several days had passed since he left the Kingdom of Women, but the various entanglements in that gentle land still seemed to be right before his eyes, stirring up a complex emotion in his heart. However, he quickly composed himself, silently recited scriptures, and dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, hopped and skipped at the front of the group, occasionally turning back to tease Zhu Bajie, which made Zhu Bajie grunt and complain.

Sha Wujing remained silent, carrying the heavy luggage and steadily following behind the group, his eyes full of vigilance, constantly paying attention to the surrounding movements.

"Master, there seems to be demonic energy ahead!"

Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed slightly, and he twirled his golden cudgel in his hand, emitting a buzzing sound.

A soft chirping sound.

He opened his fiery eyes and looked towards the valley ahead. He saw black mist swirling in the valley, and the faint sound of a woman's laughter could be heard. Demonic energy soared into the sky, clearly indicating that a demon was lurking there. Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Wukong, don't be rash. If the demon has no intention of harming us, we can take a detour."

He was devoted to Buddhism, compassionate, and unwilling to easily take human lives. Even demons were given a chance to repent.

Sun Wukong, however, disagreed, saying, "Master, this demon's demonic aura is so strong, she must be a very harmful person. I, Old Sun, will go and confront her, and act on behalf of Heaven!"

Having said that, he was about to leap into the valley.

"Senior Brother, wait for me!"

Pigsy quickly followed, he had been holding back his anger for a long time and wanted to find an opportunity to show off.

With a thought, his form suddenly transformed into a magnificent, multicolored rooster, its head ablaze with a bright red comb, its tail feathers as splendid as brocade, head held high, chest puffed out, and it crowed loudly.

The cry.

This brocade rooster was transformed from Zhu Bajie's innate supernatural power, naturally restraining venomous insect demons such as scorpions and centipedes. At this moment, its crowing caused the black mist in the valley to churn, and the demonic aura noticeably weakened.

In the valley, the scorpion demon was drinking and making merry in her cave when she heard the cries outside. Her face changed drastically, and an instinctive fear welled up in her heart.

She was originally a scorpion at the foot of Mount Ling. She attained enlightenment by overhearing the Buddha preaching and developed a body full of deadly venom. Even the Buddha himself was stung by her.

Their purpose in blocking the road here is to kidnap Tang Sanzang, take his vital essence, and help themselves to reach a higher level of cultivation.

Unexpectedly, there was someone in the pilgrimage team who restrained himself.

"What kind of beast is this, daring to ruin my plans!"

The scorpion demon roared, grabbed an embroidery needle, and transformed into a black shadow as she rushed out of the cave, aiming to stab at the brocade rooster that Pigsy had transformed into.

This embroidery needle was her most treasured magical artifact, containing a deadly poison; even ordinary immortals would die upon touching it.

But Pigsy was prepared. When he saw the Scorpion Demon charging at him, the Brocade Rooster flapped its wings violently, creating a gust of wind. At the same time, it raised its head and crowed, its sharp and piercing voice making the Scorpion Demon dizzy.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He seized the opportunity to leap up, and his golden cudgel transformed into a golden light, smashing down on the scorpion demon with the force of thunder.

The scorpion was greatly alarmed and tried to dodge, but was stunned by Pigsy's cries and slowed its movements by a fraction.

All I heard was a "plop".

With a loud thud, the golden cudgel struck her solidly, scattering her soul and leaving her no chance of reincarnation.

"Wukong, how could you... how could you kill her without even knowing the facts?"

Upon seeing this, Tang Sanzang's face immediately darkened, and his tone was filled with dissatisfaction.

Although he knew the Scorpion Demon was a demon, he still couldn't bear to do it, feeling that Sun Wukong had been too ruthless.

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel and said nonchalantly, "Master, this demon is extremely poisonous. Even the Buddha Tathagata was injured by her. If we don't get rid of her, she will surely become a great threat in the future."

"I, Old Sun, am only following the instructions of Guanyin Bodhisattva to prevent future troubles and ensure my master's safe journey to the West!"

Tang Sanzang frowned, still displeased, but upon hearing that it was Guanyin Bodhisattva's instruction, he didn't say anything more. He simply sighed softly and said, "Never mind, let's continue on our way."

He secretly remembered this incident, feeling that Sun Wukong was becoming increasingly unruly and committing murders, drifting further and further away from the path of compassion that he upheld.

The group continued on their journey, and after several more days, they arrived at a desolate mountain wilderness.

Just as everyone was exhausted and wanted to find a place to rest, a dozen or so bandits wielding knives and axes suddenly rushed out of the woods. They all had ferocious faces and looked menacing.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!"

The bandit leader, holding a ghost-head knife, pointed at Tang Sanzang and his disciples and shouted sternly, his eyes filled with greed.

Upon seeing this, Pigsy was immediately enraged and was about to rush forward to teach these bandits a lesson, but was stopped by Monkey King.

"Fool, don't be reckless. Let me, Old Sun, deal with them."

Sun Wukong's lips curled into a cold smile. With a flick of his wrist, the golden cudgel in his hand transformed into a thin needle, which he then concealed in his sleeve.

"You wicked monkeys, don't you know who we are? How dare you block our way and rob us!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward and said in an icy tone.

Upon seeing this, the bandit leader laughed loudly and said, "Where did this little monkey come from, daring to spout such nonsense? Today I'll show you what grandpa is all about!"

Having said that, he swung his sword at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong dodged the attack with a flash, and at the same time, the golden cudgel in his sleeve instantly grew longer and smashed down towards the heads of the two bandits.

All I heard was a series of "bangs".

With two muffled thuds, the two robbers didn't even have time to scream before their brains splattered out, and they died on the spot.

The other bandits, seeing this, were terrified and turned to flee.

Tang Sanzang quickly shouted, "Wukong, stop! Don't kill anyone else!"

But Sun Wukong wouldn't listen. He hated evil as much as he wanted, and in his eyes, these bandits who robbed and harmed passersby deserved to die.

He brandished his golden cudgel like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, instantly killing several more bandits. The remaining bandits, seeing this, were so frightened that they ran away in a sorry state.

"Wukong! You've gone too far!"

Tang Sanzang trembled with rage, pointing at Sun Wukong and angrily rebuking him, "Monks are supposed to be compassionate. These bandits may have committed evil deeds, but their crimes do not warrant death. How can you kill innocent people like this!"

Sun Wukong curled his lip and said, "Master, these bandits are all fierce and vicious. If we don't get rid of them today, they will surely harm people again in the future. I, Old Sun, am acting on behalf of Heaven. What's wrong with that?"

"You...you're utterly hopeless!"

Tang Sanzang was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his dissatisfaction with Sun Wukong reached its peak.

He never expected that despite his years of patient and earnest teaching, Sun Wukong would remain so bloodthirsty and utterly devoid of compassion.

As night fell, the four travelers arrived at a village and asked to stay the night.

An elderly man surnamed Yang in the village kindly took them in and prepared a meal for them. (End of Chapter)