This Journey To The West Is So Terrifying Chapter 162

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The Tiger King had arrived with the Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong to deliver goods.

The moment the Butterfly Demons saw the Tiger King, they felt an overwhelming aura wash over them, shaking their spirits uncontrollably.

They had seen such a presence in others, and without a doubt, those individuals were all powerful Demon Kings.

“You’ve finally arrived!” Little Fox exclaimed joyfully, waving her arms.

“Look at who we are!” Bashan Tiger bragged, thumbing his nose nonchalantly.

Yi Hailong also posed to assert his presence.

The Tiger King, however, spoke with great composure, “The boss asked us to deliver these things to you.”

With that, he poured out a large quantity of supplies from a purple-red gourd, the containers bearing a strange pattern that resembled a dragon with bared teeth and claws.

“This symbol seems familiar,” murmured a Butterfly Demon, looking at the pattern.

“Isn’t this the emblem of the Northern Sea Dragon Palace? Their goods are always marked with this symbol,” said a Butterfly Demon who had been to the outside world, laughing.

The Northern Sea Dragon Palace, that was a true powerhouse.

All the monsters turned their gaze to the Tiger King.

But the Tiger King simply smiled and said, “Why look at me? These items were taken by the boss last time; I’m just following his orders to deliver them.”

“These are too precious; we cannot accept them,” the leading Butterfly Demon declined.

For you must know, the treasures of the Dragon Palace are many, and there is nothing they fancy that isn’t precious.

“Don’t worry, the boss said these are just ordinary supplies, ideal for recovering from your injuries,” the Tiger King assured them, patting a container.

Only then did the Butterfly Demons ease their anxious hearts. They opened the containers, and inside were healing materials, precious for their treatment. Maybe these weren’t so valuable to Lin Fang and the Dragon Palace, but they were truly treasures for the Butterfly Demons who struggled for sustenance.

“Are these really for us?” By this time, the lead Butterfly Demon still asked incredulously.

“Guaranteed genuine, as if I could deceive you,” replied the Tiger King.

Upon hearing this, the Butterfly Demons were moved to tears, firmly resolving in their hearts to loyally serve Lin Fang even unto death. Looking at their fervent expressions, the Tiger King suspected that in the future, even if Lin Fang led them to their deaths, they would not blink an eye.

Having settled the Butterfly Demons, the Tiger King left with the three Little Demons, looking back at their receding figures, the many Butterfly Demons still found it hard to believe such a fortunate life was real.

“Alright, it’s time for us to rebuild our homeland, and then find our value. How could we fail to repay the great kindness and debt we owe our lord?”

The Butterfly Demons started their new life.

Meanwhile, outside the Magical Treasure, Lin Fang also began his journey in Luzhou in the North.

In stark contrast to other continents with their eerie order, this land was in chaos, where each mountain was home to a Demon King with varying strengths and countless Little Demons at their command.

Wars between Demon Kings for territory and resources were incessant, drenching this land in blood and flames.

Lin Fang slowly made his way through the mountains and forests, and in a short period, he witnessed no less than three fierce battles. One glimpse and he could infer the whole picture—it was enough to show the frequency of struggles over this land.

He sighed softly and continued his journey deeper into the continent, where it’s a paradise for the strong but never a haven for the little demons. Those monsters who crossed the oceans dreaming of freedom would probably regret their decision once here.

As he advanced, he arrived at a tall mountain. Compared to other noisy places, this mountain forest seemed somewhat tranquil.

There was a path in the mountain, with steps paved with green stone slabs leading upward, vanishing out of sight at the end.

Quite a few stubborn blades of grass were peeking out strong through the crevices of the steps, declaring their existence to the world.

Lin Fang followed the steps upward, with an unusual silence around him; not even a little demon appeared in his sight.

This out-of-the-ordinary situation soon caught Lin Fang’s attention. After all, Luzhou in the North was known as the capital of monsters, teeming everywhere, yet here was a mountain where no monsters had been seen.

He felt the surroundings carefully, indeed sensing a faint trace of Sword Qi, and communicated with the White Ape in his heart.

It wasn’t long before a White Ape, with a treasured sword on his waist, appeared beside him out of thin air.

“It’s Sword Qi, no doubt about it,” said the White Ape with a smile, a trace of light flashing in his eyes. He sensed an extraordinary aura from the faint Sword Qi, remnants of the will of its master.

This indicated that the other’s mastery of Sword Dao was no small feat, piquing the interest of someone who was obsessed with Sword Dao, eager for a challenge.

“Looks like it could be a good opponent,” Lin Fang said, seeing through the White Ape’s mind, with a smile.

The White Ape simply nodded lightly and began walking towards the summit. But his pace was neither hurried nor slow, as if he wasn’t eager to spar with this mysterious sword daoist.

“Seeing the eagerness in your eyes, I thought you’d charge up excitedly,” Lin Fang teased.

“His Sword Qi permeates this mountain forest. Each step I take is a clash with his Sword Dao intent, a rare insight,” the White Ape said softly, obviously relishing the feel of this confrontation.

As they climbed higher, Lin Fang also acutely noticed the White Ape’s normally restrained aura sharpening, like a treasured sword long sheathed, gradually unsheathed, beginning to reveal its edge.

Seeing his demeanor, Lin Fang too calmed his heart and tried to sense the now faint Sword Qi around him, but to no avail.

Seeing this, the White Ape couldn’t help but reveal a rare smile and said, “You, a swordsmanship idiot, might as well forget it. In this entire world, you’re the only one who uses a sword like a fire poker.”

The veins on Lin Fang’s forehead bulged at these words. He couldn’t understand why, despite having a talent for cultivation, his performances in swordsmanship were so lacking. He had dreamed of riding on a Flying Sword, soaring through the skies with an air of ethereal detachment.

Now it seemed that dream was becoming more and more distant, and at some point, he had grown accustomed to the fact that his swordsmanship talent was practically worthless.

Watching the White Ape proceeding upwards, Lin Fang, unwilling to admit defeat, said, “Hmph, one day I’ll show you just how formidable my swordsmanship can be.”

“Really? I’ll be looking forward to it. Just hope you don’t disappoint me when the time comes,” came the White Ape’s obviously skeptical voice from higher up. Lin Fang looked up and realized at some point the fellow had climbed many steps ahead of him.

“Wait for me!” he hurriedly chased after him.