Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 531 - 295: Breaching the City_2

At the same time, he also understood the root cause of this tumult, and was even more startled, immediately followed by the emergence of wild ambition within him. As Ruyi True Immortal had said, this great change in the world was an excellent opportunity for him, an opportunity to truly join the ranks of the great figures.

Seeing the change in Wu Xingdao's eyes, Ruyi True Immortal knew that he had chosen the right person. A person like Wu Xingdao would find it very difficult to refuse his suggestion because they have the means, the ambition, and a certain desire for worldly riches, and only such people could truly be of help to Lu Xun.

He smiled and nodded, saying, "This matter is the biggest secret of this world, from my mouth to your ears, not to be spread."

Wu Xingdao said solemnly, "Elder, I will engrave your words in my heart, and will surely keep them as closely guarded as a secret. If the secret leaks from my lips, may the heavens strike me with lightning, and my soul forever be trapped beneath the Nine Serenities."

Such an oath was not to be taken lightly, and by uttering it, Wu Xingdao demonstrated his determination.

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"Rest assured, if you really mess things up, there's no need for an oath, the Great Chu Dragon Court beneath the Nine Serenities can make you wish you were dead," Ruyi True Immortal said in a quiet, deep voice.

Wu Xingdao nodded secretly, having been enlightened by Ruyi True Immortal's teachings, he now knew that Great Chu was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, with unfathomably deep waters. Who would have thought that what seemed like the disintegrated Great Chu was actually the most potent force.

"Given that, you should leave now; this world is about to fall into chaos," Ruyi True Immortal said, his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the distant cityscape, with the occasional flickering flames shining within it, speaking with a calm manner that belied an imposing air, despite his unremarkable appearance.

Following his gaze, Wu Xingdao seemed to see a world made up of blood and fire, where countless common people desperately struggled amid the bloodshed and flames.

He bowed respectfully to Ruyi True Immortal and then said with a serious expression, "Elder, I shall go now."

"Go!" Ruyi True Immortal said, waving his hand slightly.

Watching Wu Xingdao's receding figure, Ruyi True Immortal slowly exhaled in relief, having finally found a reliable assistant. With Wu Xingdao and Lady Qing inside and outside, Lu Xun now had a fundamental basis. Although it might not seem impressive, it was actually quite robust, and with this, he had finally accounted for Lu Yu.

After an initial reluctance, Ruyi True Immortal was very pleased with his life on Mountain Luoxia. He was not some greenhorn fresh out of the gate but knew well the lives of demons in this land. Only those powerful Demon Kings had the privilege of living freely, yet even they might unwittingly become pawns in the hands of a greater power, their lives and deaths manipulated by others.

Demons like him, neither here nor there, were in the most awkward position, unwilling to bow and scrape as the underlings of Demon Kings and lacking the strength to truly ignore the threat of the Heavenly Court and claim a mountain as their own. Indeed, serving as a mount for a sage was the best choice.

After all, in the current Three Realms, the status of a mount was no less than that of a direct disciple. Especially on Mountain Luoxia, where the population was sparse and family education strict, and several disciples were also from the Demon Race, there were no incidents of discrimination, which allowed him to live comfortably. Moreover, after learning that his older brother had nearly lost his life due to someone else's scheming, he had even less desire to go out and was content to cultivate on Mountain Luoxia.

After all, what sort of mana and tricks his older brother possessed, and yet he nearly fell into a trap. A demon like himself would probably be consumed down to the dregs without even realizing it.

It was also because of this mindset that Ruyi True Immortal put much more care into his actions and did not wish to lose face in front of his lord.

"I didn't realize you actually have quite the air of a noble sage, Old Ox!" Da Hei, the Big Black Donkey, said with a laugh, having woken up earlier and watched everything from the sidelines in silence.

"I didn't expect you, you clod, to be awake. Have you taken the wrong medicine today? Given your usual temperament, you would've caused a ruckus long ago, yet today you're like a gourd with its mouth sawn off, completely silent," Ruyi True Immortal retorted.

"No choice, after all, I've caused trouble; if the master finds out, I'll be sure to get disciplined. Better hurry up and earn some merit with you to plea for leniency later," Big Black Donkey said with a look of helplessness.

Ruyi True Immortal couldn't help but burst into laughter; within the entire Mountain Luoxia, the only one who could manage this simple fellow was his own crafty master.

At the same time, the city not far away had become rivers of blood. Using the chaos started by Big Black Donkey and the others, the Rebel Army successfully coordinated from inside and outside to open the gates. Countless members hidden in the mountains and fields stormed into the city with a clear target—the wealthy Chen Family within.

After all, their leader had said that the common folks, just like them, were so poor they were nearly starving; there was nothing to gain from them. To get rich, they had to target the Noble Families and Clans, who had accumulated wealth over thousands of years, each rich enough to rival nations.

As for those fond of women, how could the rough-skinned peasant women, disfigured by years of hard work, compare to the beauties of the Noble Families and Clans, each with skin smooth and white as jade?

Therefore, they charged toward the Chen estate like men possessed, frenzied with excitement. After days of reconnaissance, the Rebel Army had thoroughly familiarized themselves with the city's layout.

For Chen Tao, however, all of this was rather sudden. These bandits had clearly been forced by the various Noble Families to flee in all directions. Little did he know, they had quietly made their way here and had laid a devastating blow to the pursuing armies of the Noble Families.

Chen Tao had always been vigilant, staying behind closed doors, not expecting that due to the unexpected occurrence with Big Black Donkey and his party, he would be forced to deploy the city's elite Defending Army. In turn, they were defeated and routed, while the opposite leader seized this rare opportunity to decisively attack, breaking through the city with internal and external coordination.

The Chen Family, with its years of accumulated wealth, was now completely exposed to the eyes of the Rebel Army. They had longed for this day for so long; all this time, constantly cornered and pursued by the Allied Army formed by Noble Families, they felt like homeless dogs, living in constant fear. The deep-seated hatred was the only thing that kept them going.

They desperately sought revenge, using the blood of the Noble Families and Clans to console their deceased loved ones and to bring down these arrogant figures from their lofty heights, making them taste the suffering they had once endured.

And when the city gates were breached at that moment, hatred completely took over their souls. War is often the place that can most change a person's nature. With the constant presence of killing and death, even the kindest person could become a terrifying demon unless they hold firm to their faith.

Sadly, this Rebel Army had no such faith, only full of hatred and unexpressed desires.

So, one tragic scene after another took place in the Chen residence. The women of the Chen Family wailed ceaselessly in the pools of blood, while those once scorned and dismissed now wantonly indulged in their bodies. The men of the Chen Family had become Lost Souls beneath the knife, and their blood had completely stained the opulently decorated courtyard crimson.

The pitiful children could not escape their fate either; the Rebel Army, with bloodlust in their eyes, began to slaughter them like chickens, the scene bloody and brutal.

Lao Han stepped into this mansion, having vowed to use blood to soothe the spirit of his father in heaven. Today he had succeeded; the courtyard that had drunk the blood of his parents was now devoured by blood. But there was not a trace of satisfaction from revenge in his heart, only endless emptiness and sorrow.

Looking at the soldiers extending their blades to the children, he could no longer hold back and bellowed, "Stop!"

The voice was loud, reverberating throughout the entire courtyard, causing everyone to pause in their actions.

The seemingly frail Scholar, Lao Han, strode forward to the few soldiers who were wantonly slaughtering the children and said sternly, "Take a good look at what you're doing!"