Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 788 - 708: Third Brother?! [Request for Monthly Pass!]

Yellow Wind Ridge.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind rolled up the gale steadily, neither hurried nor slow.

In contrast, on high, Bodhisattva Lingji showed a face unrippled by disturbance, yet a touch of gravity filled the depths of his eyes.

"This old demon has further refined his Dao ability, and the Sanmei Divine Wind has grown even mightier. These Immovable Buddha Soldiers, it seems, can no longer restrain him!" Lingji frowned inwardly, sensing the formidable power of the Yellow Wind.

Once upon a time.

When this Yellow Wind old demon initially fled, even without utilizing the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl or the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff, Lingji could still hold the upper hand.

But after numerous rises and falls in his cultivation, the Demon King of Yellow Wind was now not even a bit weaker in Dao ability than Lingji. With the enhancement of the Sanmei Divine Wind, in terms of combat power, he was perhaps even above Lingji.

It was only his fear of the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl and the Flying Dragon Staff that kept him from exerting his full power.

Whereas Lingji, wielding the Great Method and aided by his monk disciples, could for a time suppress him, confining him to Yellow Wind Ridge. But if he wished to restrain the Demon King of Yellow Wind from afar, just as he had before from the Little Xumi Mountain, then it would prove difficult.

Lingji, looking down at the Yellow Wind below, declared, "Old demon, instead of quietly cultivating in Yellow Wind Ridge, do you intend again to wreak havoc?!"

Hearing this, the Demon King of Yellow Wind responded loudly, "Slandering someone out of thin air, Lingji, you are unfit to be a Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sect!"

These years he had toiled in cultivation within Yellow Wind Ridge, and recently made significant progress in his Dao ability, believing he surpassed Lingji. Moreover, the disappearance of his third brother, Green Bamboo Demon Suppression, with no word of life or death, heightened the Demon King's sense of urgency.

To break free.

To escape the clutches of the Buddhist Sect.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind had made many attempts over the years, but all were subdued by Lingji with the two Supreme Treasures.

Thus, he toiled over long years at Yellow Wind Ridge, advancing his Dao ability, comprehending Divine Skills, hoping to one day fear neither the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff nor the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl.

But that alone was not enough.

Even if Lingji were no match, even if the Supreme Treasures posed no threat.

Still, behind Lingji stood the Tathagata and the Buddhist Sect. To achieve unfettered freedom was not a simple matter!

By chance.

Some sixty or seventy thousand years ago, a Green Fox Demon came with a Qingjing Method Bamboo to seek refuge.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind, seeing in this Green Fox Demon a kindred spirit, who had also stealthily eaten the Spiritual Mountain's oil to attain Dao and was unwilling to endure the constraints of the Buddhist Sect, thus escaped. Moved by compassion, he accepted the Green Fox Demon as his second brother.

Unexpectedly.

The Qingjing Method Bamboo brought by the Green Fox Demon was of great fortune, the first in tens of millions of years to cultivate to the point of Transformation.

To the great delight of the Demon King of Yellow Wind.

He learned from the Green Fox Demon that this Qingjing Method Bamboo was requested from the Little Sect Leader of Black Wind Mountain by the Sitting Arhat, and had some connections with the Heavenly Daoist Sect.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind, distressed by the lack of refuge, now glimpsed hope.

If he could protect this Qingjing Child and help him become a Heavenly Immortal,

Perhaps there was a hope to, through this relationship, enter the lineage of Black Wind Mountain.

To his knowledge, within the Heavenly Daoist Sect, there were many characters like himself, abnormal beings who had attained immortalhood, who would not be treated as oddities.

In contrast with other sects.

Like the Chan Sect, which prides itself on purity and disdains those of their feather and fur ilk.

Like the Jie Sect, which once had countless immortals in attendance, is classless by teaching. But after the trials of Divine Enthronement, it had declined.

Came the previous One Calamity, it did see a revival.

However, it seldom accepted disciples anymore.

And even if he were to join the Jie Sect, given the multitude of disciples, it's unlikely he would attract considerable attention, and he would probably be left to his own, unable to protect himself.

The third, and most crucial point, was that in his early years the Tathagata had been a senior disciple of the Jie Sect. It was doubtful any disciple of the Jie Sect would risk offending Tathagata for his sake.

As for others.

Like Huaguo Mountain, Jilei Mountain, etc., some are detached from worldly affairs, while others are far inferior to the Buddhist Sect.

Nor are these good places to go.

Upon careful consideration.

Only Black Wind Mountain, only the Heavenly Daoist Sect remained.

Thus.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind pinned his hopes on the Qingjing Child, first acknowledging him as his third brother, then repeatedly made efforts on his behalf, for his future, for his cultivation.

Without this powerful motivation.

How could a small Bamboo Demon at the True Immortal Level, having just undergone Transformation, call the grand Demon King of Yellow Wind brother?

But then again, the Demon King of Yellow Wind wasn't completely calculating.

Although he hoped to use the Qingjing Child to enter Black Wind Mountain, and his motives weren't pure, he was indeed sincere in treating him as his third brother, with utmost effort and heart.

This time.

With his third brother gone missing, the Demon King of Yellow Wind was anxious to search for him, and even he might not be clear how much was for the sake of his plans, and how much was for the sake of brotherly affection.

Only, being trapped by Lingji in Yellow Wind Ridge, he was incapable of fully searching.

Hence, the conflict with Lingji.

"Still trying to justify yourself?"

Lingji, looking at the Demon King of Yellow Wind, chastised, "The Tathagata pities your hard-won cultivation and has spared your life again and again. Yet you, this old demon, know no gratitude and instead harbor resentment. Today I ask you, are you willing to convert to Buddhism? If you repent, I will take you as my disciple. If not, I will capture you now and bring you to Spiritual Mountain, petition the Tathagata to impose the Great Method, to press you beneath Five-Finger Mountain, never to emerge again!"

Lingji, after all, was out of patience.

For countless years, he had been tasked with confining the Demon King of Yellow Wind to Yellow Wind Ridge, but wasn't he just sitting idly at Little Xumi Mountain the whole time?

Seeing the Demon King of Yellow Wind's Dao ability and Divine Skills becoming increasingly refined, while he remained stagnant and gradually overtaken.

Even as a Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sect, he felt off-balance, unwilling to let the Demon King of Yellow Wind continue his cultivation.

If he could be made a disciple.

Then bolster his fate and all his Merit, sparing his life would be nothing.

But if still willful and disobedient.

It's feared that even longer years might fail to bring a change of heart. Better to send him early to Tathagata's doorstep, suppressed for good.

"Take me as a disciple?"

The Demon King of Yellow Wind couldn't help but burst into derisive laughter, "You, Lingji, rely solely on the Treasures bestowed by the Tathagata to suppress me. In terms of Dao ability, you are inferior to me. In terms of Divine Skills, you are inferior to me. Where do you get the face, daring to have me take you as my master?!"

The Demon King of Yellow Wind laughed unrestrainedly.

In the heavens, Lingji's face turned the color of iron.

Seeing the Yellow Wind dispel the lotuses, the twelve hundred eighty volumes of the Treasure Power Scripture remained unable to converge, failing to muster into a Treasure Power Mountain that would suppress Yellow Wind Ridge and the Demon King of Yellow Wind.

"However."

"If this is the extent of your skill, you will still not escape your Calamity!"

Lingji's eyes remained still, hands joined in prayer, and began to mutter incantations. The Flying Dragon Treasure Staff that perpetually hung above his head burst forth with Golden Light, suddenly streaking towards Yellow Wind Ridge below.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Piercing through the Yellow Wind and taking to the sky, the staff transformed into an Eight-clawed Golden Dragon, with two claws ready to snatch at the Demon King of Yellow Wind.

However.

The Demon King of Yellow Wind had suffered the torment of such Buddha Soldiers before, how could he be without precautions?

"Waited so long!"

Yellow Wind Great Saint's eyes flickered with light, and with a swift turn of his head, he gasped thrice upon the ground of Xun Land and blew out a breath; suddenly, a yellow wind arose from the void.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The wind in Yellow Wind Ridge surged with abrupt ferocity, rolling countless forests and stones soaring into the sky, as if to shroud the heavens and earth altogether.

In an instant.

The power—boosted by more than tenfold?!

Above.

"What a cunning Yellow Wind Old Demon, feigning incompetence all this time!"

Huang Tianhua praised upon seeing this.

Mu Yuanyi, still novice in his cultivation, could only see the Yellow Wind Ridge filled with billowing winds, and a trace of a golden light descending from the sky, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar.

Yet in a mere moment, it was blown clear out of Yellow Wind Ridge.

A wail was heard, endlessly whisked away by the gale, to some unknown place.

Amidst the raging storm.

Beyond control.

Even Lingji struggled to command it for a time.

"No wonder he dared to make a move."

"Having cultivated his Sanmei Divine Wind to such a level, even the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff cannot subdue him; it's no wonder he's unwilling to be imprisoned again."

Huang Tianhua watched the ferocious Yellow Wind with surprise.

Upon self-reflection.

Should he confront such Yellow Wind, although it might not pose a threat to his life, suffering reddened face and minor injuries would be hard to avoid.

Once encountered, the best course would be quick escape.

But there was Yang Ren.

Sighting the Yellow Wind's onset, he shook his head: "The Sanmei Divine Wind is indeed fierce, but Lingji still holds an untouched Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl. The old demon can blow away the staff but cannot move the pearl."

The Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl too, was a Supreme Treasure granted by Tathagata.

Before his transformation into Buddha, he was known as the 'Duo Bao Daoist.' After entering Buddhism, he took on another incarnation as 'Duo Bao Tathagata.'

Discussing the abundance of treasures, perhaps only Chan Sect's Yun Zhongzi could rival him.

Though Yun Zhongzi was not one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he was well-known throughout the Three Realms.

It is said that, before the Heavenly Dao Sect Master attained enlightenment, he practiced this lineage, excelling in Artifact Refining. Yun Zhongzi, with his vast connections and knack for identifying the Supreme Treasures of the heavens, was a Great Power in Artifact Refining, delighting in replicating treasures.

The replicas from his hand were sometimes as powerful as the genuine articles.

Needless to say.

Yun Zhongzi owned many replica treasures, whereas Tathagata's possessions were all genuine.

Like the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff.

And the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl.

Among his numerous treasures, these two unremarkable items were easily bestowed upon Lingji to suppress demons.

The use of the Wind-stabilizing Pearl was indeed limited in scope, narrow in function, but was a natural bane of Yellow Wind Great Saint. Once summoned, any wind in the heavens and the earth would have to cease.

The Sanmei Divine Wind was no exception.

Indeed.

As the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff was about to be blown away.

"How dare you flaunt your power?"

With a frown, Lingji reached into his bosom, pulled out an object, and cast it forth. It was an egg-sized bead, enshrouded with swirling green light. It was none other than the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl!

With the Supreme Treasure unveiled.

The winds within Yellow Wind Ridge momentarily eased, as if on the verge of a full halt.

"Not good!"

Aware of the situation, Yellow Wind Great Saint inwardly cursed the ill timing.

He dared not hesitate and hastily manifested his newly mastered Great Divine Power—Golden Saber Soul Slaughter Method.

The Golden Saber appeared.

And cleaved towards the pearl.

But with a clang!

A crisp sound ringed, the pearl wobbled three times, beckoning the wind to rise again. Yet it was merely a wobble; it steadied once more.

"Divine Skills are impressive."

"But not enough insight and insufficient cultivation."

Above.

Yang Ren and Huang Tianhua observed clearly, recognizing the mysteries within the Golden Saber, admiring its refinement.

Were it cultivated to an extremely high level, it could indeed rival the Sanmei Divine Wind.

Regrettably, Yellow Wind Great Saint had only just begun to comprehend this Divine Skill. While the mysteries yielded promise, its strength was limited, affecting the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl to a degree but unable to destroy the Supreme Treasure.

Yellow Wind Great Saint was well aware of his situation.

Thus, he held no illusions.

Simultaneously with the Golden Saber, he whipped up a Gale and made for the outside of Yellow Wind Ridge. Since the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl was beyond his reach and fearing the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff, he opted to seize the chance during the brief gap and first make his escape.

The Yellow Wind stilled then rose, rose then stilled, and rose once more.

In these three changes.

Lingji had already grasped the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff again, and with a thought, murmured an incantation ceaselessly. The Flying Dragon Treasure Staff that twirled in the sky transformed once again into an Eight-clawed Golden Dragon, reaching out towards Yellow Wind Great Saint amidst the winds.

This time.

Without the build-up.

In a hasty retreat, the attempt to blow away the Golden Dragon was no easy feat.

"In the end, inescapable!"

Huang Tianhua shook his head regretfully for Yellow Wind Great Saint.

Yang Ren held the Five Fire Seven Bird Fan in his grip, gazing below, wavering for a long while, but ultimately not unleashing a blow.

And at this juncture.

Just as Yellow Wind Great Saint was on the verge of capture, a streak of green light, as if long-awaiting its chance, darted forth from afar. It firstly split off a golden light, lashing down at the Golden Dragon, while the green light, relentless, struck towards the Wind-stabilizing Treasure Pearl.

In just a flash.

Both treasures vanished.

Green and golden lights dissipated to reveal a Daoist dressed in azure.

None of the surrounding Demon Kings, Immortal Gods, or Bodhisattvas recognized him.

Except for Yellow Wind Great Saint, who, post-calamity, seeing the arrival, cried out in shock and joy: "Third brother?!"