Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 680 - 334 Kill

Chenxiang pricked up his ears, constantly searching for the source of the sound; his keen hearing allowed him to clearly discern the breathing of two people hidden in the dark.

Coming to a corner of the room, Chenxiang halted his footsteps and stomped forcefully on the floor. With a thunderous crash, the green stone slab beneath his feet shattered under the immense force, and a deep hole appeared before their eyes.

"What is this?" Cui Heming couldn't believe his eyes. Such a well-hidden passage—how had Chenxiang come to know of it? At this moment, Chenxiang seemed like a divine spirit to him.

"It's nothing. It's just that my hearing is quite strong; their voices gave them away," Chenxiang said matter-of-factly.

Cui Heming glanced at the deep cavern, trying to peer inside with the help of the faint light. He saw nothing but pitch-black darkness, and echo-like sounds seemed to reverberate within the cave.

"This is having strong hearing?" Watching Chenxiang who had already taken the lead and run down into the cave, Cui Heming murmured softly to himself, feeling as if his entire worldview was being overturned.

However, he quickly realized that Chenxiang had gone ahead and he was alone in this Taoist temple where countless people had died, which made his hair stand on end. He hurriedly chased after him.

The tunnel appeared especially deep and was clearly a carefully prepared secret passage. The air was filled with the scent of medicine. Following the tunnel further in, there were ever-burning oil lamps on both sides lighting the way forward. The rustling sound at the side was unmistakable to Chenxiang, who had grown up in the mountains—it was the sound of insects crawling. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

He internally sensed trouble brewing; the demon indeed had some tricks up his sleeve. This was followed by Cui Heming's terrified cries. Chenxiang saw him pointing fearfully at the ground not far away with a face full of dread.

Looking closely, Chenxiang saw that the ground was crawling with sinister poisonous insects, all seemingly gone mad, advancing crazily in the direction of him and Cui Heming.

Having never encountered such a number of poisonous insects before, both Chenxiang and Cui Heming became somewhat panicked, unsure of what to do. Left with no choice, Chenxiang desperately circulated the nameless technique, his vital energy surging wildly, pressing down towards the endless swarm of insects.

But these poisonous insects seemed unfazed, the surging vital energy not stopping their frenzied assault. Although Chenxiang killed many insects, they still relentlessly pressed on without a hint of fear.

As time passed, the number of poisonous insects grew, and Chenxiang began to feel exhausted. The insects seemed endless, as if there would never be an end. The air was filled with their chirping and a disgusting odor—a toxic fog formed from the various poisonous gases released by the insects mixing in the air.

Just a light sniff made Chenxiang feel dizzy and weak all over; the poison was terrifying enough to affect even his body.

However, the invasion of the poison also triggered the Precious Lotus Lantern. A faint glow emerged from Chenxiang's chest. It began as a mere twinkle but soon turned into raging flames that rapidly burned through the insects.

Even the poison in the air was consumed by the flames, vanishing into nothingness. Strangely, despite the ferocity of the flames, which should be intensely hot, Chenxiang felt not a trace of heat, as if the fire was more illusion than reality.

The roaring sea of fire burned continuously in the narrow tunnel. The endless sea of insects met its nemesis, and in a brief moment, they were all burned to ashes, leaving a peculiar scent of roasted meat in the air.

The Taoist, hiding deep within the underground tunnel, smelled something that resembled barbequed meat and slightly furrowed his brows, "Does this wretched brat have more tricks up his sleeve? Why is there a peculiar scent of meat."

The two people, unable to hold back their curiosity, prepared to go out and investigate, subconsciously not believing that Chen Xiang could handle the surging tide of poisonous insects.

Carefully, the pair sprinkled the Taoist's specially formulated powder on themselves, a powder that could deceive the perception of the poisonous insects and prevent them from attacking.

Stepping out from their hiding spot, they were met with burnt corpses of poisonous insects everywhere. The Taoist exclaimed in surprise, "What a great fire, I didn't expect the kid to be so ruthless as to have set a fire."

Lady Hu, however, frowned and said, "That's not right, if he set a fire there should be billowing smoke, so why isn't there any trace of smoke damage?"

At the same time, Chen Xiang, just recovering from his shock, keenly caught the voices of the two talking. Although he did not know how he had escaped, nor where the strange and terrifying flames had come from, he knew the Taoist was now in a desperate situation.

He shouted loudly and, as fast as lightning, charged towards the direction of the two Taoists.

The Taoist, hearing Chen Xiang's voice, was scared out of his wits. As Chen Xiang had expected, he found himself out of options and began retreating, pulling Lady Hu with him.

But Chen Xiang's speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he was at the Taoist's side, and without a word, he raised his fist and struck. The Taoist had returned to his old appearance because the previous battle had greatly drained his primordial qi. Unable to fight against the tiger-like Chen Xiang, he quickly became exhausted after a few exchanges. Chen Xiang would not let such an opportunity slip by and raised his fist towards the Taoist's face. With a bang, the Taoist's head exploded, ending his sinful life.

Lady Hu, seeing this, immediately knelt down, her figure gracefully revealing a glimpse of fair skin as she cried pitifully, "Chen Xiang, I have never offended you. As a mere woman, I was coerced by that demonic Taoist into being complicit. Now that the demonic Taoist has been punished, I hope you will spare me on account of our acquaintance. I am willing to repay your great kindness and favor even if it means laboring like an ox or a horse."

In that moment, Lady Hu's face was full of bashful shyness, her eyes brimming with admiration as she looked at Chen Xiang. If a green young man had witnessed such a scene, he would likely already be moved by her plight, his passion aroused and pity evoked, letting her go.

However, Chen Xiang was unlike ordinary people. Lady Hu thought herself to be as beautiful as a flower and an expert in seduction. To her, a young lad like Chen Xiang would be unable to resist her charms. What she didn't know was that every word she exchanged with the Taoist had reached Chen Xiang's ears, and he knew exactly what kind of person she was.

A hint of a cold smile appeared on Chen Xiang's face, "You're still putting on an act, Lady Hu."

As Chen Xiang addressed her by name, the woman's face instantly changed. Her identity, hidden away as she secluded herself in the mountains with the Taoist, had gradually faded from the martial world. How could Chen Xiang, a youth barely out of adolescence, know of her identity?

However, Chen Xiang was in no mood to explain. There were no thoughts of mercy for the fairer sex in his mind; he just raised his fist and struck at Lady Hu.

"You blockhead, you really think I can be bullied so easily!" Lady Hu shouted angrily.

She produced a dagger from her sleeve, its cold light flashing in the air as she moved towards Chen Xiang with an unpredictable flight.