Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 524 - 292 Mobilizing Troops

Big Black Donkey, upon hearing this, shook his large head like a rattle-drum and bellowed, "Mr. Wux? Never heard of him."

His words were indeed true; after all, having never left Mountain Luoxia, how could he have heard such a name.

Mr. Wux's face darkened slightly, seeing that the one opposite him was a complete simpleton, so the wariness in his heart dissipated. He smiled faintly and said, "Fellow Daoist, in consideration for my reputation, it's better to turn hostility into friendship with Lord Chen. After all, we cultivators should not meddle in the affairs of the mundane world."

"That won't do, I'm here to rob, so don't you try to stop me or I'll give you a beating as well."

"Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Since it's come to this, don't blame this old man for bullying the young with his actions," Mr. Wux declared angrily as he flicked his sleeves, his eyes flashing with a cold murderous intent.

Unexpectedly, Big Black Donkey sported an unconcerned expression and insolently picked his nose, inflaming Mr. Wux's temper instantly. Mr. Wux pointed a finger and suddenly, a mass of black energy emerged from the ground, quickly transforming into a fearsome-looking Ferocious Ghost, as he said coldly, "Kill him for me."

Knowing the physical strength of Big Black Donkey, Mr. Wux wisely sent a Ghostly Entity, because such entities could ignore the opponent's physical form and attack the soul directly, which was especially effective against those with formidable physical bodies like Big Black Donkey.

After all, cultivators like them, due to limited time, often focused on certain aspects, strengthening capabilities in a particular direction. This also made their strengths prominent and weaknesses pronounced; often those with strong Souls had weaker bodies, and those with formidable physical prowess lacked in their Soul aspect, making their inherent mutual constraints quite evident.

The appearance of the Ghosts dropped the temperature of the entire Brothel significantly, with many people deficient in positive energy even shivering from the cold. The emergence of the Ghostly Entity had everyone's eyes wide open—such creatures of legend appearing before them made them feel as though they were in a dream.

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The identity of Mr. Wux and Big Black Donkey as cultivators drew even more attention from the crowd. It seemed there were still secrets unknown to them in this world.

Meanwhile, Big Black Donkey showed not the slightest fear upon seeing the ghastly visage of the ghost, he even seemed somewhat uninterested. After all, this thing couldn't be eaten, fighting it was troublesome, and most importantly, it kept making ghostly sounds, which Big Black Donkey found particularly disagreeable for combat.

So he turned and called out to Little White Elephant, who was feasting greedily, "Xiao Bai, there's work to do!"

Little White Elephant was engrossed, mouth full of grease, thoroughly ignoring Big Black Donkey's call. There was nothing more important than eating, and besides, the unreliable Big Black Donkey was always deceiving him, so he wasn't interested in joining his games.

Seeing that Little White Elephant wasn't paying him any attention, Big Black Donkey immediately said, "I'll share half the Gold with you."

"What's so good about Gold? You can't even use it to buy food," said Little White Elephant disdainfully, swallowing a platter of food. Gold was not tasty and hard; what use had he for it?

Without Gold, you can't buy tasty food," Big Black Donkey countered.

"What! You need Gold for this?" Little White Elephant, having never lived among humans, was unaware of their lifestyle and had no concept of money in his mind.

"How much food like this can half the Gold buy?" Little White Elephant's eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity.

"Don't know, but definitely a lot, a lot," Big Black Donkey replied, who also had a vague notion of money, having only heard from the storyteller that Gold was the most precious thing in the human world.

"Then wait for me!" mumbled Little White Elephant inarticulately, quickly finishing off the food in his hands.

The conversation between the two baffled the onlookers, who discerned from their discussion that this seemingly delicate child might be even more powerful than the grim-faced behemoth, and what's more, neither seemed to have a clear understanding of money.

Listening, Mr. Wux felt even heavier at heart—women and children, even in the Cultivation Realm, were not to be underestimated. Cultivation wasn't achieved overnight, and those who maintained a childlike appearance were either practitioners of special Cultivation Techniques or possessed unique bloodlines; otherwise, they couldn't have such powerful cultivation at this young age.

However, the situation no longer allowed for him to reconsider, so he continued to cautiously manipulate the ghost to attack Big Black Donkey. Just then, the previously indifferent Little White Elephant finally took action. A milky-voiced roar resounded, and the flying ghastly ghost suddenly became paralyzed mid-air, its face revealing fear.

Indeed, this terrifying ghost at that moment showed a look of fear. It could sense the aura of Little White Elephant, an aura imbued with sacredness, causing its soul to tremble in dread. For the first time, the ghost, driven solely by the desire to kill and hatred for the living, experienced fear.

It wanted to struggle, to flee, but an invisible sacred power bound it like chains, preventing it from moving an inch. Little White Elephant opened its tiny mouth, revealing pearly white teeth, and took a gentle breath. The paralyzed ghost in mid-air was slowly pulled by this force, and actually transformed into a wisp of blue smoke that entered Little White Elephant's mouth.

A brief flash of white light washed over Little White Elephant, who then let out a burp and slowly exhaled a wisp of black energy, which disappeared into the air, all the while muttering "Not tasty at all."

The Holy Elephant's sacred attribute naturally countered ghosts and negative energies, capable of purifying and absorbing them. Thus, for Little White Elephant, the ghost was like a delicious meal. The longer the ghost had cultivated, the tastier it was; however, the ghost from Mr. Wux's hand evidently hadn't cultivated for long, hence the lackluster flavor.