Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 689 - 340 Rakshasa Princess

The old man glanced at the little monkey next to Chenxiang and said with a smile, "It seems you too have heard of Mr. Lu's fame, but that's to be expected. Mr. Lu is renowned throughout the world, and the key is his non-discriminatory teaching approach. As long as one harbors benevolent thoughts, he treats them all equally. No wonder people flock to him."

This was the second time Chenxiang had heard the name Mr. Lu, and his curiosity about this mysterious gentleman only grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that this man might be the one he was searching for.

The old man invited them in with a smile, saying as they walked, "Speaking of Huaguo Mountain, it actually has a kinship with our Rakshasa Island!"

"Kinship? I didn't know that." The little monkey immediately jumped out.

"It's normal for you not to know, given your young age. Before the Great Saint attained his true enlightenment, he had sworn brotherhood with seven Demon Kings who were all known as Great Saints. Among them, the Bull Demon King was considered the leader, known as the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven. The Princess Iron Fan of our Rakshasa Clan married him, so if you think about it, Great Sage Sun would have to call our Princess his sister-in-law," the old man eloquently explained.

Despite feeling indignant, the little monkey was also aware of the Bull Demon King's reputation and wisely chose to keep silent.

The group continued towards the island, and upon arrival, they saw shops lining the streets, with a variety of races loudly hawking their wares, trading goods—humans and demons alike, and even some races they had never seen before, creating a bustling scene.

The Captain was stunned by the scene before him. Such a bustling street and dazzling array of goods made him, who came from a family with a business background, instantly recognize the business opportunities.

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"Oh! Young man, what goods do you have?" Grandma Su was also interested, as most on the island were ancient races or Cultivators. The young man in question obviously appeared to be an ordinary person, and she was curious about what he might have to sell.

"We have tea and porcelain. Does anyone here take them?"

"Tea," the old man muttered to himself.

"Ever since Mr. Lu's Tea Sutra spread across the three realms, tea has become as indispensable as wine. However, the races and demons here are rather crude and incapable of the delicate work required for tea making, so tea is quite popular. Since that's the case, I'll take it upon myself to let you set up a stall. As for how much you can earn, that's entirely up to you," the old man pronounced.

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than the Captain's face lit up with joy. He quickly thanked the old man and sent people to fetch the tea.

"Little guy, is there anything you want to buy? There are many rare treasures here. If you miss this village, you won't find this shop again," the old man asked Chenxiang with a smile.

Chenxiang touched his pocket and revealed a wry smile, "It's not that Chenxiang is unwilling; I really am just too embarrassed to make a purchase."

"You're an honest child. Come, let me take you to the Royal City's palace to meet the Rakshasa Princess of Rakshasa Kingdom. She is a beauty seldom seen," Grandma Su said with a hint of playful mischief in her eyes.

Past the marketplace, the road became much wider, and soon the imposing palace walls came into view. Mysterious runic inscriptions were painted on the red walls, emanating a magical power that drew Chenxiang's attention.

"That's a magic array specially arranged by someone. If anyone with ill intentions tries to break into the Royal City, they will naturally face retaliation," Grandma Su explained to Chenxiang.

Upon entering the Imperial Palace, they saw a woman with a graceful figure, fair skin, and wearing a resplendent ceremonial robe sitting upright in the great hall, with the scholars and warriors of Rakshasa Kingdom kneeling on both sides.

This sight broadened Chenxiang's horizons; he had thought that Cultivators lived freely between heaven and earth, uninvolved with the mortal world, and was surprised to see such regulations and institutions here.

Quietly, Grandma Su led Chenxiang to the rear hall and instructed, "You wait here for a moment. Once the assembly in the front has concluded its discussions, our Princess will summon you for an audience. Remember to mind your manners."

Chenxiang nodded and sat down on a bench in the rear hall, idly taking in his surroundings.

The palatial splendor of Rakshasa Kingdom could be described with the words 'glittering with gold and jade'. Golden halls adorned with towering corals, lamps made of glazed glass shining brightly, and the air filled with the scent of ambergris—it was so overpowering that Chenxiang, with his sensitive sense of smell, felt quite uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Grandma Su had entered the great hall where all the courtiers bowed and paid respect to her with great reverence. If Chenxiang had seen this, he would have been extremely surprised. He had always thought the kindly grandma was just a basic greeter, never imagining her to have such a high status.

"Grandma Su, who is so sacred that we are graced with your esteemed presence today?" the Princess asked the old woman in surprise.

It should be noted that the presence of Grandma Su was like the Stabilizing Sea Divine Needle for Rakshasa Island, her mere existence deterring those with ill intentions from lurking around.

"The person who has come today is beyond value. You must take good care of him. If you neglect a distinguished guest, I will not let you off lightly," Grandma Su's demeanor shifted from the benevolence she showed Chenxiang to one of ominous authority, as she scanned the assembly with a cold and threatening gaze. A chill went down the spines of a few brawny Asuras under her icy stare.

The assembly nodded in agreement, but only the Princess in the great hall dared to ask, "Grandma, who exactly is it?"

A barely noticeable trace of tenderness flickered across the old woman's face as she solemnly said, "He is a disciple of Yang Jian, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven owes him a karmic debt, and he carries a portion of the bloodline of that supreme being. Tell me, do you think you can afford to offend him?"