Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 679 - 342: Manhunt

The ghostly entity was burned to ashes by the flames, turning into the purest form of power that filled Chen Xiang's spirit within his Heart Sea. Above the Heart Sea, it seemed as if rain had begun to fall, and his once naive true self gently extended his tender little hands to catch the raindrops from above, his face full of a pure smile.

As the drizzle fell, his body gradually grew larger. It was both perilous and an opportunity; this moment was ultimately Chen Xiang's time to reap the rewards.

Beyond his body, Chen Xiang only felt a clarity in his mind, his eyes seemingly able to see farther than before. A mysterious force in his mind seemed ready to burst forth, making him wonder what the ghostly entity had done inside his body.

The Taoist looked at Chen Xiang with a puzzled face. The situation he had anticipated did not occur. Chen Xiang was still lively and energetic as if the ghostly entity had not affected him at all.

"Why are you unharmed?" The Taoist pointed at Chen Xiang, his face full of disbelief. He felt Chen Xiang was constantly overturning his understanding and refreshing his worldview.

However, Chen Xiang was also confused at this time. He couldn't clearly explain why he was unharmed, especially since he had not officially embarked on the path of cultivation and only had a limited understanding of these matters.

"Just because I'm not telling you," Chen Xiang said deliberately, just to provoke the Taoist.

Now, the Taoist was at his wits' end. Many of his techniques had been employed, yet none had harmed Chen Xiang in the slightest. Despite being just a foolish lad without any martial arts skills, he was incredibly difficult to deal with. The Taoist really wanted to ask if there was any justice left in the heavens.

However, Chen Xiang was not willing to give this man so much time to reflect. Finding that there was nothing wrong with himself, he clenched his Iron Fist and attacked the Taoist.

At this point, the Taoist knew that it was time to fight for his life. He no longer dodged but countered Chen Xiang's attack with a palm strike. Suddenly, a tremendous force came from his palm, and his body involuntarily flew backward.

The immense force caused him to crash into several tall trees, turning the previously lush forest into a mess. Climbing to his feet, the Taoist wiped the blood from his lips and glared at Chen Xiang with eyes full of hatred, saying, "You forced me to do this."

The moment he spoke, a tremendous power suddenly emerged within him, tearing his Taoist Robe. His originally frail body began to grow robust, the wrinkles on his face rapidly disappeared, and even his graying hair returned to its youthful black in just an instant. The Taoist seemed completely transformed

A robust young man suddenly appeared before Chen Xiang. He tightly clenched his fists, a joyful expression on his face as he murmured to himself, "This is the power of youth, truly intoxicating."

Compared to his previously decrepit body, this perfect, prime state of his body was indeed tempting; the allure of eternal life was the greatest temptation in this world.

He plucked a few leaves, flung them with force, and the leaves instantly transformed into deadly projectiles, whistling through the air and shooting straight at Chen Xiang's face. Being an old hand, using hidden weapons was one of his exceptional skills.

Chen Xiang hastily dodged, but still got struck by the leaves. Fortunately, his vital energy protected his body, and the leaves only left a light mark on his cheek.

"Today, I'll let you witness my strongest state, and you will feel the deepest pain," said the Taoist with a sinister smile.

His palms struck towards Chen Xiang, who had roamed the rivers and lakes for decades. His kung fu had reached a transcendental level, and Chen Xiang felt significant pressure from the first exchange.

Although the Taoist's power was far less than his own, he managed to keep up with Chen Xiang by relying on his agile movements and exquisite mana techniques.

However, Chen Xiang, utilizing his sharp senses and formidable strength, quickly adapted to the Taoist's attacks after the initial discomfort and grew increasingly proficient with his Iron Fist.

As the saying goes, chaotic punches can kill an expert. Chen Xiang's unpredictable attacks caused the Taoist much suffering. The dense flurry of punches overwhelmed him, bringing heavy pressure.

Thus, the situation turned into Chen Xiang fiercely overpowering the younger Taoist in a relentless assault. Normally, people would be gasping for breath and unable to continue after such an onslaught, which would be an excellent moment for a counterattack, but Chen Xiang seemed never to tire. Even after a long time, his punches still enveloped the Taoist.

Not showing any signs of weakness and even intensifying, at this moment the Taoist finally panicked. He felt that the youngster before him never knew fatigue, which made him more and more anxious as they fought, inevitably affecting his movements and giving Chen Xiang the chance to land several punches.

It was then that the Taoist surprisingly discovered that his black hair had gradually turned white, and his strength was weakening. Knowing that the time for his secret technique was running out, he didn't dare delay. With a forceful throw, he released a cloud of green gas, a deadly poison that killed all plants and insects in its vicinity, turning them into pus.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xiang was shocked. He quickly grabbed Cui Heming and retreated swiftly. When the gas dissipated, the Taoist was nowhere to be seen. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Chase!" shouted Chen Xiang. At this moment, it was a fight to the death, and Chen Xiang was not about to let such an enemy escape lightly.

Although he had not learned Qinggong, his terrifying physical fitness allowed him to run through the woods at lightning speed, and Cui Heming, held in his hand, felt as if a strong wind was whistling past his ears. Looking intently, he saw the familiar Taoist temple come into view.

Gazing at the modest Taoist temple and the pigsty outside, Cui Heming was filled with emotions. This place had once been his nightmare. During his time turned into a pig, he had prayed countless times, hoping for salvation from the heavens until Chen Xiang appeared and brought him a ray of hope. Yet now, he was chasing the Taoist here with Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang ignored Cui Heming's sentiments. At this moment, he was fully focused, his senses heightened to their limit, not missing even the slightest sound or movement in the surroundings.

Intermittent voices came from the Taoist temple: "This young man's identity is unknown, his strength is surprisingly great, and his speed is among the fastest I have ever seen. The most terrifying thing is that my carefully raised ghostly entities mysteriously died inside his body, and my Gu insects did as well. I pride myself on having numerous techniques, but in front of him, I've been thwarted many times, truly unwilling to accept this."

"The only plan for now is to hide first, wait for this young man to leave, and then go out. It's all that bastard Cheng's fault for bringing such a calamity here."

Chen Xiang heard everything clearly. It was the Taoist and a woman speaking in hushed tones. They didn't know where they were hiding, but they had not anticipated that their voices would reach Chen Xiang's ears.