Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 691 - 341: White Dragon

The Rakshasa Princess burst into a radiant smile upon hearing this, making the patrolling Yaksha, already covetous of her beauty, turn weak in the knees; he longed to rush up and carry the beauty home.

"But I already have a man," cooed the Rakshasa Princess, her eyes constantly glancing toward Chenxiang.

The Yaksha, seeing Chenxiang, showed a hint of contempt on his face and disdainfully said, "With just such a pretty boy, I could crush him with one finger. Beauty, you following him is simply a waste of heaven's gifts."

"Who would run off with another if she has a husband?" said the Rakshasa Princess with a laugh, her eyes radiating a stunning allure.

Seeing this, Chenxiang inwardly cursed, realizing he should have known that this Rakshasa Princess was a troublemaker, seeming to relish the idea of inciting a fight between him and the patrolling Yaksha.

True to his expectation, the Yaksha, overwhelmed by lust, immediately sneered upon hearing the princess's words, "That's easy, I'll just eat him up."

At that moment, the Yaksha's ferocity was fully revealed, his face grotesquely contorted as he stared at Chenxiang with icy murderous intent, eager to claim the beauty for himself.

Chenxiang responded with a wry smile, looked at the gleeful Rakshasa Princess beside him, and said, "This woman of mine is flirtatious; I had no intention of keeping her. If the general fancies her, take her away directly. Why bother with someone ordinary like me and become the laughingstock of others?"

At those words, the Rakshasa Princess glared in anger. She hadn't expected Chenxiang to seize the opportunity to label her promiscuous, her beautiful eyes flashing dangerously.

Even the slow-witted Yaksha sensed the tension between the two, and burst into a furious outcry, "What a treacherous couple daring to mock me!"

Unable to contain his anger, the Yaksha struck immediately, his steel trident crashing down from the sky with the force of a thousand jun, but the Rakshasa Princess just smirked and didn't choose to fight back, instead instantly darting behind Chenxiang, shouting, "Chenxiang, go and beat him up!"

Chenxiang looked speechlessly at the princess of Rakshasa Kingdom; his days with her had completely overturned his understanding of her. He had thought her a proud and aloof woman, but she turned out to be mischievous and seemingly oppressed for too long, somewhat intent on causing chaos.

However, at that moment, he said nothing, as the Yaksha's attack was imminent, the roaring wind from the descending trident audible by his ear.

By now, Chenxiang, having come a long way, was no longer the novice he once was; his combat experience was extensive. He seized the right moment to dodge the Yaksha's determined strike, and the massive trident hit the deck, creating a huge hole instantly. With a swift motion of his arm, Chenxiang struck the Yaksha's hand with a chop.

The excruciating pain made the grotesque-faced Yaksha howl in agony, dropping the trident on the deck with a dull thump.

"Damn boy, I will tear you to pieces!" the Yaksha screamed in pain, but, weaponless now, his threat to Chenxiang greatly diminished.

Chenxiang naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity. As the Yaksha was still reeling in pain, he closed in and punched him in the stomach.

The intense pain made the Yaksha's eyes bulge as if to pop out, his massive body arching like a fish leaping ashore.

The Rakshasa Princess, seeing this, contemptuously curled her lip, "Such a weakling dares to woo me, really overestimating himself."

Her haughty demeanor was as if she had defeated the Yaksha herself. Chenxiang just shook his head while the surrounding people looked at him with admiration, the composed Chenxiang having so easily defeated the legendary Yaksha. Could it be that he was already among the immortals?

"Curse you, you'll see, the East Sea Dragon Palace won't let you off!" the Yaksha said bitterly.

However, this threat fell on deaf ears among Chenxiang and others. The underlings, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, scattered in all directions, with the more astute ones diving to the seabed to report to the Dragon Palace.

Indeed, this defeat could only be blamed on the Yaksha being foolish; clearly a creature of the Sea Tribe, he did not leverage the terrain but instead rashly boarded the ship to fight Chenxiang, playing to his disadvantage against Chenxiang's strength—a sure way to invite defeat.

Having subdued the Yaksha, Chenxiang instructed Captain to continue sailing, with Huaguo Mountain almost within reach, unable to contain his eagerness to proceed to learn the arts there.

Just then, a dragon's roar resounded. A White Dragon soared from the sea, its features majestic and mixed—antlers like a deer, a head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a clam, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, and ears like a cow, its entire body shimmering in silvery white as the scales glinted under the sunlight.

Everyone on the ship was stupefied by the sight; here was the legendary dragon, a creature that existed only in fables, now witnessed with their own eyes.

"So, dragons really do exist in this world!" Captain muttered to himself, involuntarily kneeling and bowing to the soaring True Dragon, for it was the legendary Dragon King.

However, Chenxiang and others, including the Rakshasa Princess and Sun Shier, did not partake in this awe, as their experiences in this world had informed them that the Dragon Clan was not as divine and dreadful as the legends suggested.

As for Chenxiang, a man determined to defeat the True Monarch Qingyuan Miao Dao, he was unafraid of this mere Dragon Clan.

The True Dragon in the sky stretched its body, speaking in a voice that boomed like thunder, "Who dares to hurt my people of the East Sea!"