The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 92 - 38 Yellow Wind Ridge Yellow Wind Demon

Li Qingming left the Zixiao Palace and sent Sun Yuan to follow the Primordial Venerable back to Kunlun Mountain, then started a new round of travels.

Riding atop Xiong Da, Li Qingming appeared quite relaxed, even humming a pop song from his past life. This, combined with the dark cyan Daoist robe and Purple Gold Jade Crown, made for an indescribably incongruous sight.

He had roamed around aimlessly for who knows how many years, walking and observing along the way—there was an endless array of landscapes to see and worldly affairs to engage in.

One day, Li Qingming was leisurely lying on the back of Xiong Da, who had grown a size bigger, drinking his homemade fruit wine. In front of him stretched a continuous range of mountains that covered hundreds of miles, the edge of which could not be seen at a single glance.

Up close, the mountains were magnificent:

Tall were the mountains, steep were the ridges; sheer were the cliffs, deep were the ravines; loud were the springs, fresh were the flowers. Those high mountains reached into the blue sky, those deep ravines showed the Earthly Palace at their bottoms. In front of the mountains, white clouds hovered like skeletons, and bizarrely shaped stones that could capture souls stood in clusters. Behind the cliffs hid the winding Hidden Dragon Cave, within which resounded the dripping sounds of Dishui Rock.

Li Qingming patted the head of Xiong Da and heaved a long sigh: "Blue Dai dyed into a thousand zhang of jade, green gauze veiling a myriad layers of mist! Truly a unique mountainous spectacle!"

While pondering, a group of about a hundred incompletely transformed Little Demons suddenly appeared ahead.

Leading them was a thieving-eyed Yellow Rat Spirit, clad in beast skin, with a steel pitchfork tucked in his waist, and holding a banner of yellowish-hemp in his hand. On the flag was embroidered a ferocious and clawing Yellow Weasel. Upon closer inspection, there was a small spirit tablet hanging on its chest, with three crooked Tao Runes that read "Little Jiling"!

Li Qingming found it amusing and thought to himself: "Tao Runes? It seems that the leader of these Little Demons must be an Accumulated Old Demon! Haha, Little Jiling, how interesting!"

"Hey, you Daoist! Do you know that this is the territory of our Great King, the Yellow Wind Demon Saint?" Little Jiling waved the flag in his hand, speaking with considerable pride: "Our Great King rules over the eight hundred miles of Yellow Wind Ridge, commanding thousands of Demon Kings, tens of thousands of Great Demons, and hundreds of thousands of Little Demons. You, a Daoist, dare to block the path on the ridge, who are you and where are you from?"

Li Qingming frowned, listening to the Little Demon’s speech in front of him, and thought to himself: "No wonder this sounds so familiar. Isn’t Yellow Wind Ridge the stronghold of the Yellow Wind Demon? Hmm? That’s not right, wasn’t that guy supposed to appear during the time of ’Journey to the West’? Why has he come forth so early?"

"Hey, you Daoist. This lord here is talking to you!" Little Jiling shouted loudly, even pulling out the steel pitchfork from his waist and swinging it around.

Li Qingming’s mind stirred. Why not follow this Little Demon to see what was going on?

So he stepped forward and said: "Hold it, Little Demon, I am a distinguished guest invited by your Great King! Your disrespect could result in me having your Great King flay you and pull your tendons, and throw you into the river as fish feed!"

After speaking, he suddenly stepped forward. The ground within the vicinity immediately began to shake like an earthquake, violently trembling. Such an apocalyptic sensation frightened the nearly hundred Little Demons, causing them to shiver and turn pale.

Little Jiling looked at Li Qingming in fear and stammered: "No, no, did not know that Grandpa was, was an, an old friend of our Great, Great King! Please, please, forgive this Little, Little Demon!"

A hint of amusement flashed in Li Qingming’s slightly angry eyes as he said: "I certainly won’t stoop to argue with a Little Demon like you. Hurry and lead the way, I have important matters to discuss with your Great King!"

Little Jiling, upon hearing Li Qingming’s words, felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. Bowing and smiling obsequiously, he said, "Grandpa, please follow this Little, Little Demon!"

Li Qingming nodded indifferently, with an air of arrogance, but he was secretly laughing inside: "Really just a Little Demon with newly awakened spiritual intelligence. Not only does he lack any guard, but he even calls himself Little Jiling. Truly laughable!"

Li Qingming followed a group of Little Demons into the mountain range, only to see some odd fork-horned deer and dazed-looking elks; red-scaled pythons winding around and playful white-faced gibbons. Birds flew out of the grass, flapping vigorously; beasts roamed the forest, walking briskly. Suddenly, a pack of jackals and other creatures darted past, startling everyone’s hearts into racing thudding terror.

Along the way, Little Jiling diligently fulfilled its duty as a guide. It described the mountain terrain and dense forests; it discussed the fierce beasts and flying birds within the mountains. Indeed, everything it said was on point. freёwebnoѵel.com

Amusingly, when Li Qingming asked it how it knew so much about the mountains, Little Jiling bashfully rubbed its head and said, "All this was taught to us by our King!"

Li Qingming burst into laughter and thought to himself, "This Yellow Wind Demon is truly an interesting demon!"

Li Qingming traveled with the group of Little Demons, hiking through mountains and crossing ridges, and in less than half a day, they reached a place with staggered sharp peaks. Here, the area was quite spacious, with grass swaying and bizarre rock formations standing tall. Near the cliff face, there was an opening akin to a tiger’s maw called the Great East Gate, above which six Tao Runes were carved in red paint, reading: "Yellow Phoenix Ridge Yellow Wind Cave"!

Upon reaching the entrance, Little Jiling dashed into the dark mouth of the cave, shouting as it went, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there is a grandpa outside who says he is your distinguished guest, I’ve already led him to the entrance of the cave!"

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with a rather heroic appearance, shot up to his feet upon hearing this and said, "Little Jiling, did the person tell you his surname or name?"

Little Jiling scratched its ear, pondering for a while, before saying, "My King, he only mentioned that he is an old friend of yours, and did not reveal his own identity!"

The Yellow Wind Demon frowned in confusion, thinking to himself, "My old friend? My elder and second brothers both serve in the Heavenly Court and haven’t descended to the Primordial Land for thousands of years. Could it be one of them?"

With that thought, the Yellow Wind Demon became somewhat excited and turned into a gust of Yellow Wind, vanishing inside the cave.

Stepping out of the cave entrance, the Yellow Wind Demon eyed Li Qingming with puzzlement and said, "Who are you? I do not remember ever having any interaction with you!"

Li Qingming scrutinized the Yellow Wind Demon with an unabashed stare, causing the Yellow Wind Demon to frown continuously.

"Yellow Wind Demon Saint?"

"Correct!" The Yellow Wind Demon nodded, "You have yet to answer my question!"

Mentally calculating the Yellow Wind Demon’s origins, Li Qingming did not respond. After a while, Li Qingming smiled slightly and said, "So that’s how it is!"

Already annoyed by Li Qingming’s staring, the Yellow Wind Demon lacked the patience to wait for a response. Seeing no sign of Li Qingming intending to answer, he raised his steel pitchfork and lunged in attack.

Seeing the Yellow Wind Demon’s assault, Li Qingming gave a slight smile. He summoned Green Bamboo, which transformed into a Three Feet Green Blade, and easily engaged in combat with the Yellow Wind Demon.

At first, the Yellow Wind Demon was quite confident in his cultivation of the Daluo Golden Immortal Middle Stage, but as time passed, he found his mana rapidly depleting. In contrast, Li Qingming was as composed as if strolling through a leisurely garden, seemingly effortlessly so, which greatly alarmed the Yellow Wind Demon.

Startled, he lost his grip on the steel pitchfork, which was flicked away by Li Qingming’s sword. The verdant longsword glimmered with a dim cold light, on the brink of piercing the Yellow Wind Demon’s chest.

With no other choice, the Yellow Wind Demon’s eyes blazed with yellow light, and he opened his gigantic mouth to its full extent, spewing forth a violent Yellow Wind from level ground!