Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 14: Tiger Power Immortal Who Loves to Donate Blood

"It seems that the way to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea is temporarily blocked."

Xiao Chen felt a little heavy and shook his head with a wry smile. After meeting Li Jin, he had a deeper understanding of the status of monsters in this world.

It's not like he had never thought about sneaking into the Dragon Palace, but the Dragon Palace was heavily guarded and had countless minnows and crab generals. For a small monster like him with less than three hundred years of cultivation, it was nothing but a pipe dream to sneak in.

Moreover, the East China Sea Dragon Palace is to the east of Kanyuan Mountain, and the east is the sphere of influence of the Beast Taming Sect. If he, a monster from the Black Evil Mountain, runs there, wouldn't he be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?

"Forget it. If the road is blocked, just use your fist to open it!"

Fists cannot solve all the problems in this world, but they can solve most of them.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists. In this world of Journey to the West, strength is everything! If he had the magical powers of Monkey King, just to see what the treasures were, and to take them away, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas would have to give them to him.

Sooner or later, Xiao Chen will ask the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas to open their treasure houses for him to play with!

Right now, if it is a method to quickly improve your strength.

Xiao Chen pondered for a long time, looking at the group of monsters in front of him, and came up with an idea in his mind.

"I fell into a misconception before. I always wanted to take shortcuts and directly copy the top magic weapon, turning a bicycle into a motorcycle."

"But I forgot that I actually have another way to go, which is the stupid way - accumulating little by little!"

"Although copying a lowest-level H-level magic weapon can only increase my cultivation by three years."

"But one hundred pieces means three hundred years!"

"One thousand pieces means three thousand years!"

"Moreover, as my cultivation level improves, I will have access to more and more magical weapons, and I can achieve a snowball-like growth!"

"Humph, by then, I won't be afraid of the Beast Taming Sect anymore!"

The more Xiao Chen thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the right direction. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh.

"General, what are you laughing at?
Qingmian, who was drinking nearby, was startled by Xiao Chen's movement.

"I am naturally happy that Madam Caiyi is celebrating her birthday."

"Come on, Qingmian, drink some wine!"

Thinking of his own idea, Xiao Chen laughed again, picked up the wine bowl, and clinked it with Qingmian.

Among the monsters, there is a tribe of monkey monsters who are very good at making wine. Their monkey wine is made from fruits of sufficient age in the mountains and is very mellow. Most of the wine drunk by the monsters in the Black Demon Cave is this kind of monkey wine, which is quite strong.

After drinking more than a dozen bowls of monkey wine, Xiao Chen was a little drunk and his face was flushed.

Xiao Chen embraced Qingmian and asked with a smile, "Qingmian, how is your new wife?"

"This is all thanks to the general."

Qingmian had just drunk a bowl of wine, and the spilled wine was flowing down his long whiskers. When he heard Xiao Chen's words, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing an expression that said "General, you know!"

"We fish monsters are water monsters. We are very aquatic and have our own unique flavor."

"Hahaha!"

When the monsters nearby heard this, they all laughed out loud.

After the banquet, it’s time to party!
There were some beautiful female bird fairies, female rabbit fairies, female butterfly fairies and female fish fairies singing and dancing.

The bird demon's voice is natural, clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature. The rabbit demon has gorgeous fur, swaying tail, and passionate and unrestrained, like a burning flame.

The butterfly demon spread its colorful wings and danced in the air...

The male monster used his big palms to hit the table, making bursts of low drum sounds, adding to the fun of the whole carnival!

There are also drunken tree spirits, whose faces switch between male and female from time to time, and their bodies twist freely with the rhythm, as if they have no bones and are abnormally soft.

The monsters fully released their nature, forgetting the troubles and disputes of the world. They sang and danced, celebrating this night that belonged to them.

"Hahahaha, this is the life of a monster!"

That night, Xiao Chen was really excited. He took off his armor, opened his bulging toad belly, and used his belly as a drum, "bang, bang, bang" to beat the frog skin drum! To liven up the banquet. The women of the demon tribe have always been passionate and unrestrained. This night, there were some passionate rabbit demons, bird demons, and fish demons who teased Xiao Chen.

A night of partying.

……

Three days later, at Kanyuan Mountain, the monster market.

There are more than ten thousand little monsters in Kanyuan Mountain. The Monster Market is the place where the little monsters can trade freely. Here they can exchange and buy the goods they want.

In the next few days, when Xiao Chen was not on duty, he arrived at the monster market early.

What Xiao Chen wanted to exchange here were the three H-level magic weapons he got from Master Xuankong, namely, the "Sky-Bombing Hammer", the "Red Flame Sword" and the "Iron Whisk". He had already copied these three magic weapons and they had lost their use.

Of course, exchanging magic weapons was not his purpose. His purpose was to contact and copy other monsters’ magic weapons under the guise of exchange.

The monster market was bustling with activity. The little monsters each set up a shop and sold their own goods.

People were coming and going on the streets, bargaining and arguing until their faces were red.

Fortunately, the Monster Market has existed for a long time and has formed its own rules, so they did not fight each other.

This was Xiao Chen’s first time here, and he first walked around out of curiosity.

"I'm selling poison. I'm selling poison. Monsters under 200 years old will fall down if they get a drop of it!"

A sinister black-patterned snake demon greeted us, spitting out its tongue and fiddling with a few bottles of black venom.

Hearing this, the little demons nearby tried to avoid it, fearing that the venom would splash onto them.

"The essence of the human race! The essence of the human race! The essence of the human race from the Chunyang monk! It is rare to come across it!" A tree demon shouted, holding two bottles filled with a mysterious white liquid.

"I want I want!"

"Give it to me quickly!"

"No! Keep that tree demon for me!"

After a while, several female fox demons and female rabbit demons came up with shining eyes, and rushed forward to fight for it, and even started fighting for it.

"This……"

When Xiao Chen saw this scene, his face twitched. Today the old lady really had double eyelid surgery and opened her eyes.

"Is this thing so popular among monsters?" Xiao Chen felt that he had gained some strange knowledge.

"Hundred-year-old ginseng, freshly dug hundred-year-old wild ginseng!" a deer monster called out.

"The best spiritual herbs, the best spiritual herbs!" a goat demon shouted loudly.

"Tiger blood! Tiger blood! It activates blood circulation, strengthens yang and nourishes the body. One ounce of gold is worth one ounce of blood! A 70-year-old man will return to his prime!"

A familiar voice suddenly came to Xiao Chen's ears.

"Ok?"

Xiao Chen turned his head and saw that Hu Li was covered in wounds again. He was standing in front of the stall, struggling to sell tiger blood. He looked very miserable.

In front of Hu Li were several bottles of red liquid, which were obviously the tiger blood he had just extracted. Next to Hu Li were Lu Li and Yang Li. Lu Li was selling ginseng and Yang Li was selling spiritual herbs.

"Here, Hu Li? You are here...?"

Xiao Chen was stunned and a little confused. He walked up and asked.

When he first met Hu Li, he was donating blood to Master Xuankong in the demon-controlling room of Xuankong Temple in order to protect himself.

Later, I wanted to kill him, and he wanted to donate blood to save his life.

But now, we have returned to the Black Devil Cave, why is Hu Li still donating blood?

Does Hu Li love donating blood so much?

(End of this chapter)