Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 97: So It’s You (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: So It’s You (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

At the same time, three hundred li west of Qingshan County.

A beam of white light hurriedly descended into a certain valley.

Revealing the figure of the monk Yuanzhen.

At this moment, his flesh was riddled with cracks spreading across his entire body, fierce like a ferocious ghost, his blood nearly drained dry, a pair of eyes more ruthless than demons, surveying the valley.

However, the valley was littered with shattered mountain peaks, collapsed trees, and numerous giant pits as if it had endured a devastating battle, rendering it unrecognizable.

Yuanzhen’s twisted and ferocious face slightly changed, could this be the traces of the battle between Ye Guming of Langya Mountain and that Mountain Lord?

He rushed toward the cave dwelling of the Mountain Lord before but found only a pile of dilapidated ruins.

This isn’t right, all wrong.

Yuanzhen’s contorted face grew increasingly ugly.

Where was that Mountain Lord?

Where had his Great Medicine gone?

Yes, yes, yes, and the Ten Directions Demon Suppressing Spell.

He closed his eyes, his lips moving silently, chanting echoes resonating throughout the valley and even reaching miles away.

One minute, two minutes...

Half a cup of tea time passed, and the monk suddenly opened his eyes, letting out a fierce roar:

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Even if Ye Guming called his junior sister to help, they definitely couldn’t have killed that beast."

"My Great Medicine, my Great Medicine!"

He dashed frantically around the valley, like a madman on the verge of insanity.

While he was "going mad," the commotion here startled many things in the mountains and forests.

In the trees surrounding the valley, the bushes, pairs of eyes watched this raving monk curiously, their gaze following him incessantly.

Birds took flight, flapping away into the distance.

And then, Yuanzhen, who had lost his last straw and was trapped in desperate straits, gasped for breath, his physical body almost unable to hold on.

He forced himself to remain calm, reciting the Heart Sutra, thinking of any slightest possible method of self-rescue.

However, the terrible state of his physical body, coupled with his damaged Yin God, the only possibility lay in separating the Yin God from the body and finding a suitable host to inhabit—yet this method was highly dangerous. Even if successful, his cultivation would greatly regress, and the pursuit of the Dao would become impossible thereafter. Besides, this wilderness had no such conditions.

At this moment, he suddenly looked up, his eyes piercing as he scanned his surroundings.

His lingering perception felt many gazes fastened on him.

The birds perched on the trees, the hares hiding in the grass, and the elks stretching their necks, looking over at him...

He vaguely sensed something odd.

Why weren’t these wild animals fleeing?

Were these creatures mocking him as a dog who had lost his home?

He roared with rage, ready to grab a few to vent his wrath.

What nonsense about heaven cherishing all life.

But just then, a snorting sound arose.

"Huff huff, noisy...what’s the noise."

"What are you...?"

A robust boar came rushing hurriedly, its captivating small eyes gazing down from above the valley at Yuanzhen below.

Seeing the monk’s fierce appearance and violent aura, it was clear that this was the anomaly reported to the higher-ups.

"A Pig Demon? No, I actually feel the incense on this Little Demon."

"Are you the local Erlang’s infantry?"

Yuanzhen’s gaze shifted, his eyes suddenly brightened, and with a fiendish shout, he raised his hand, a large hand of True Qi coalesced out of thin air, swooshed forth, reaching toward the Pig Demon.

"What happened here? Where is the Mountain Lord?"

Seeing the monk’s shout and about to make a move, the Pig Demon uttered an angry snort. Its sharp teeth vibrated with a buzzing sound, and white radiance intensified.

With a "whoosh."

A white light whizzed out, cleaving the sky toward the incoming True Qi hand.

"Boom"

A thunderous roar.

The white light shattered the hand and continued hurtling toward Yuanzhen.

Yuanzhen’s pupils constricted sharply as he hissed:

"Sword Intent? How could a Little Demon have..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white light was already screeching toward him.

Yuanzhen’s face rapidly reddened, his throat bulging, emitting a few strange syllables.

"Moo"

"Bah"

"Hong"

He spontaneously uttered three sounds from the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds he cultivated.

The superimposed power of Buddha’s voice caused the void to tremble with a roar, and an invisible surge of air collided with the white light.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the white light finally dispersed.

Yuanzhen, taking several staggering steps backward, coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood. His physical body was on the verge of disintegration. Looking at the Pig Demon, he was a mixture of shock and rage,

"Who are you?"

The Pig Demon’s throat rumbled, seemingly silly as it snored,

"Sir... called me to patrol the mountain."

"Sir?" Yuanzhen instantly thought of a sequence of possibilities, his voice becoming gritted with rage,

"Are you a Contracted Demon under the Mountain Patrol Military Officer here?"

"Damn, it must have been him."

He was referring to that Mountain Lord, his Great Medicine, at that time he remembered the sliced-off arm with a location marker left by that Mountain Lord.

Thinking of this, he became infuriated, and lunged towards the mountain pig.

Thirty minutes later, dozens of miles outside Tiger Roar Valley.

A booming sound shook the forest, a robust mountain pig huffed and puffed as it dashed wildly.

Occasionally shaking its head, shooting out thumb-thick beams of white light into the sky.

That monk had gone mad.

The more he used the True Intent bestowed by his master, the less remained. Now, it could only howl as it ran towards Qingshan County.

Tens of meters behind, a one-armed monk, like a lunatic, soared through the forest.

Feet adorned by flying lotus flowers, he bombarded the Pig Demon with Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds.

At this moment, the splits and gashes in his flesh, his fierce injuries, all vanished.

Because just a moment ago, his physical body finally collapsed, and what remained was only the Yin God.

The utter humiliation was being shattered by a Pig Demon.

His hatred turned into madness, and he was determined to slaughter this pig.

Suddenly, a silver light pierced the sky from afar, arriving in an instant.

Yuanzhen saw the silver light, reminded of a familiar scene.

His face changed.

"It’s you!"

A roar of anger.

Lotus flowers danced beneath his feet, the Yin God morphed, creating three figures that shot towards three different directions.

But just then, the ground thundered.

Following that, three mountain ridges rose from the ground, blocking the way of the three figures.

The mountains tremored mightily, a potent aura suddenly forced the three apparitions to merge back into one, revealing Yuanzhen’s true form.

At that moment, Yuanzhen’s pupils dilated in shock, an epiphany struck, and he gasped in realization.

"The Fourth Heavenly Barrier!"

"Mountain Patrol Military Officer, could you be Chen Yuan?"

A beam of golden light landed on one of the mountains, icy brilliance looking down at this "old acquaintance."

"How did you learn my name?"

Chen Yuan spoke.

He remembered the monk from their previous fight over the green lamp; based on his boxing technique, he knew he was the Mountain Patrol Military Officer, but he had never disclosed his name.

Yuanzhen stared fixedly at Chen Yuan,

"So that’s how it is!"

"It seems you killed that Mountain Lord."

"The movements of the Demon Cult army are also because of you."

"You have breached the Fourth Heavenly Barrier."

"I am not wronged in my defeat. But..."

He said this, then shouted fiercely,

"Do you know, because of you, on their way to Qingshan, the disciples from the major forces of the Prefecture have been implicated and killed by the Demon Cult’s Azure Dragon."

Chen Yuan’s eyebrows twitched,

"Life and death are predestined, what are you trying to say?"

"All this is a series of karmic consequences, from which you cannot escape!" Yuanzhen laughed wildly, his gaze suddenly turned vicious, his face twisted, and his Yin God grew rapidly.

He was about to self-destruct.

Originally, with only his Yin God left, he wasn’t going to live much longer anyway.

Chen Yuan’s eyes turned cold, a silver light shot from his eyes, fixing the unstable Yin God in place.

Yuanzhen’s face changed.

But he saw his Yin God, under the illumination of the silver light, slowly stabilizing and solidifying, filled with uncertainty.

"What are you trying to do?"

After deciding to die, being stopped instead gave rise to a desire to live.

Yuanzhen felt the same.

But in the next second, Chen Yuan turned into a shadow, and his fist came crashing down.

"Bang"

The monk’s eyes widened, then he saw his chest punctured, followed by a golden flame that surged from the hole, engulfing him.

Quickly, amid a scream, his Divine Soul was extinguished.

Chen Yuan watched as the fellow dissipated into the wind, his eyes reflecting a cold light.

This Demonic Monk harbored malicious intentions, even in his dying moments, he tried to disturb my Tao Heart!

Meanwhile, far away in White Emperor City, a storm was suddenly brewing!