Chaos Spirit Field

After Zhao Zilong refined the purple-level spear, its information was revealed—the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, had once been the weapon of Luohou, the ancestor of all demons. As for why it couldn't be stored in the Chaos Spirit Field, it was probably because Luohou was still alive and still had an owner.

Zhao Shanhe had a basis for his speculation. Zhao Zilong was a clone he had cultivated, and even the slightest change in his body would be noticeable to him as its master. Although the clone appeared normal at the moment, it was bound to be taken over by Luohou in the future.

After careful consideration, Zhao Shanhe decided to send Zhao Zilong to Yuxu Palace to prevent any accidents from affecting Yang Xiaochan and their son Zhao Yunfei. As for seeking a sage to eliminate the hidden dangers, that might bring more trouble and even expose his own secrets.

After Zhao Zilong arrived at Yuxu Palace, Zhao Shanhe severed all contact with him. Through this incident, he deeply realized a truth: greed often hides a huge trap.

At this moment, Sun Wukong came back from exploring the road. He frowned and said, "Master, there is a big mountain 500 miles ahead. It looks like there is a demonic aura rising to the sky. Should we take a detour?"

Zhao Shanhe thought for a moment and replied, "Wukong, that Skull Mountain is a must-pass place on the journey west. It cannot be avoided. Be careful."

The group soon arrived at Skull Mountain. Seeing the white bones scattered all over the ground, Long Shisi said in horror, "Master, this mountain looks a bit eerie and scary. We'd better not go in."

Zhao Shanhe said with a melancholy look on his face: "Those who are coming will not escape, let's go into the mountains."

The group entered Skull Mountain, where a thick aura of death permeated the air, and bones were scattered everywhere. It must have been the result of countless lives being slaughtered to create this situation. Just then, a woman suddenly appeared on the mountain path. She had a stunning face, a perfect figure, and exuded an indescribable charm. Zhao Shanhe looked at the newcomer and said with a bitter expression, "Donor lady, how are you?"

It turned out that the visitor was Qian Duoduo, Zhao Shanhe's confidante in the world of immortal cultivation. She said coquettishly, "Little brother Shanhe, I didn't expect you to be so handsome even with a shaved head. I've missed you so much all these years!"

"Amitabha, I am the poor monk Xuanzang. The former Zhao Shanhe is dead. Female donor, please be more respectful."

Qian Duoduo said coquettishly, "Little brother Shanhe, when did you become so distant from me? We're almost done with each other, why don't you just finish the last step?"

Zhao Shanhe replied with a bitter look on his face, "If it was just Sister Duoduo, I would naturally be willing to help her fulfill her wish. But forget about Niangniang Shiji, I'm not that good at it."

Niangniang Shiji didn't expect Xuanzang to reveal her identity. She asked in confusion, "What's the difference? Qian Duoduo and I are the same person."

Zhao Shanhe clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Qian Duoduo is Shiji, but Shiji is not Qian Duoduo. Because of our past friendship, as long as you give way, I will, against my conscience, turn a blind eye and not pursue the matter of your killing of living beings."

Lady Shiji sneered, "What a hypocritical monk! This Skull Mountain is still in need of a wife, and I think you are quite suitable."

Zhao Shanhe was speechless at the flirtatious glances Lady Shiji threw at him. What a clumsy seduction technique! Long Shisi, standing nearby, fell for it. He drooled, his eyes fixed on Lady Shiji, a lewd smile playing on his lips. He said, "Beautiful lady, my master is a monk now, and doesn't care for women! If you're truly feeling lonely, why not let me accompany you? I promise to provide you with the most attentive and considerate service, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied!" He even licked his lips, looking flirtatious.

Upon hearing this, Niangniang Shiji was immediately furious. A trace of shame and anger flashed in her eyes. She gnashed her teeth and roared, "Zhao Shanhe, you are so heartless that you actually let your spirit pet humiliate me like this!"

Zhao Shanhe, however, remained calm, smiling faintly as he responded, "If it were Sister Duoduo, I would naturally be reluctant to let her suffer any insult, but you are Shiji, the one who specializes in absorbing the essence of living beings! You might be secretly happy right now! Besides, my white horse is strong and energetic, so it can handle it for eight or ten days without any problem. Would you consider it?"

Niangniang Shiji was so angry that her face turned ashen. She glared at Zhao Shanhe fiercely, snorted coldly, and said, "I prefer the essence of a high-level monk like you. If I absorb you, it will also be a good opportunity to get rid of Qian Duoduo's obsession!"

"If it was just Sister Duoduo, I would naturally not be stingy. As for you, forget it, you are too dirty." Zhao Shanhe replied in a cold tone.

Lady Shiji wasn't angry at this remark. Instead, she smiled slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. She whispered, "I'm a stone, so what's wrong with letting someone sit on me? Qian Duoduo's soul is far more filthy than mine. She really has a wide range of crushes: handsome men and beautiful women, her sister, and her father—all are her true loves."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but argue, "At least her body is clean. Sometimes, people's thoughts and actions are not completely consistent. This doesn't mean she will really do those things."

Lady Shiji sneered and continued to mock: "Humph, then why don't you touch her? Isn't it because you despise her?"

Zhao Shanhe shook his head helplessly and sighed, "She and I are not meant to be together. Perhaps this is all due to the tricks of fate."

Shiji Niangniang laughed triumphantly and shouted: "What a trick of fate! Qian Duoduo, you can give up now, right?"

Zhao Shanhe closed his eyes and silently chanted the Buddha's name, trying to hide the sadness deep in his heart. "Amitabha..."

However, Lady Shiji mercilessly sneered, "You are just pretending to be merciful. Qian Duoduo was killed by you yourself."

Zhao Shanhe roared angrily, "Shiji, what have you done that I must tell you? To wear down Qian Duoduo's will, you actually let her have sex with all kinds of creatures every day! You are a stone, so you don't care about these things, but she is a human! She knows etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame! Sister Duoduo, I am here to help you get rid of it."

Lady Shiji was unaware of the impending danger. She continued to taunt him, "Xuanzang, do you think you can defeat me with just a few of your ragtag men? You are so naive!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes, and he said coldly, "Shiji, there's no need for Wukong and the others to take action. I'm going on a killing spree today. Sister Duoduo may not have told you that I'm the strongest being in the world of immortal cultivation, and I'm still quite strong."