Chapter 150: The Yellow Sand King

Recalling the lingering warmth of his intimacy with Xia Qian the previous night, a smile played on Li Meng’s lips—a smile that carried a distinct hint of obscenity.

This girl has the potential to reach maximum Affection.

Her aptitude was respectable—Dual Spirit Roots of Water and Wood. If fate allowed, he could bring her into the Joyous Union Sect. However, her temperament required tempering. Without discipline, she would easily fall into the Demonic Path, unable to control the surging desires brought about by her Natural Charm Bones.

The Joyous Union Sect had a high tolerance for its disciples; even demonic cultivation techniques were permitted, provided one did not commit heinous crimes against the heavens. But for those who truly lost themselves to the Demonic Path, the Sect was ruthless in its purging.

She is practically a walking Mystic Yin Pill, Li Meng mused, stroking his beard as his eyes narrowed calculatingly.

Female cultivators with the Natural Charm Bones constitution could continuously generate Pure Yin Qi. Even if her Primordial Yin was lost, the Yin energy produced by her body would not be inferior. If he could raise Xia Qian’s Affection to the maximum and bring her back to the Sect for careful cultivation, he would never lack the main ingredient for Mystic Yin Pills.

Of course, I cannot harvest too frequently, lest I damage her foundation. Once every ten years should suffice.

Later that day, the horizon of the Ancient Gorge Path darkened.

A massive sandstorm swept in from the depths of the Western Desert, rolling over the heavens and earth surrounding Gorge Mouth Lake. The world within a thousand miles turned a hazy, choking gray. Yellow sand filled the sky, painting a scene of apocalyptic desolation.

Cultivators who had just departed Gorge Mouth Lake retreated in disarray, fleeing back to the shelter of the barren mountains that shielded the oasis from the worst of the erosion.

“Who awakened the Yellow Sand King?”

“Are they courting death? How dare they provoke that monster!”

“It was that caravan! I saw them heading toward the Qiwu Mountain direction.”

“Seeking death! The Yellow Sand King is not something a group of Qi Condensation cultivators can handle!”

The returning cultivators were exasperated and fearful. Every time the Yellow Sand King awoke, it turned the region into a forbidden zone of raging astral winds and blinding sand. This state could last for years, or even decades. They had no desire to be trapped here.

“Amitabha. If I do not enter hell, who will?”

Amidst the chaos, an old monk in kasaya robes walked calmly toward the gorge mouth. His body appeared thin and frail, yet his silhouette cast an illusion of towering majesty against the encroaching storm.

Deep within the sandstorm, chaos reigned.

Spiritual lights of various colors flickered desperately against the wall of sand. A massive, yellow spiritual bell hovered in the air, suppressing a terrifying creature—a three-headed, six-tailed demon scorpion.

Bu Shun’s hands formed seals rapidly, yellow spiritual light surging from his body as sweat poured down his forehead.

“Junior Sister, quickly! I can’t hold on much longer!”

Xia Qian nodded to her Junior Brothers.

Over ten cultivators soared into the air, landing in a formation around the demon scorpion. Almost simultaneously, they formed hand seals, their voices rising in a chant.

“Heaven and Earth boundless, Universe lend me power! Five Elements wondrous techniques, life cycles endlessly—Azure Wave Spirit Trapping Formation, rise!”

A clear resonance echoed between heaven and earth. Azure-blue spiritual light erupted from the twelve cultivators, linking together to form a complex array of Water Mana on the ground.

“Senior Brother!” Xia Qian shouted.

Bu Shun shouted back, his hands shifting. “Retract!”

The Top-Grade Magic Artifact, the Thick Earth Bell, retracted its suppression. The spiritual bell dispersed instantly, shrinking back into a small bell that flew into Bu Shun’s hand.

At the exact moment the bell lifted, water surged violently from the sand beneath the demon scorpion’s feet. The gushing torrent formed a sphere, instantly imprisoning the beast.

“Insignificant human Qi Condensation ants dare to offend Lord Huang? I want you all dead!”

The demon scorpion inside the water sphere roared in human speech, its voice hoarse and piercing. It was not a mere demon beast, but a monster that had gained sentience.

The scorpion’s six tails lashed out frantically, striking the interior of the water sphere like high-speed rotating blades. Each impact sent violent ripples through the barrier.

The spiritual light around the twelve disciples flared dangerously. The formation was draining their Mana at a terrifying rate.

“Yellow Sand King!” Xia Qian shouted, her face pale. “Accept the Divine Title Decree from the Qi Kingdom! Become a local Earth God to protect the region and condense a Merit Golden Body! Is that not a path to the Great Dao?”

She pleaded with a trembling voice. The sensation of having her Mana forcibly extracted by the formation was agonizing.

“Bah! This Lord lives a life of luxury in the Western Desert! Who cares about your human Merit decrees?”

Inside the sphere, the Yellow Sand King began to spin rapidly. Its tails became a blur of death, slicing into the water barrier with increasing ferocity.

Under the frenzied assault, the Azure Wave Spirit Trapping Formation flickered violently.

Pfft!

Twelve cultivators simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of essence blood, their faces turning the color of paper.

“Not good! Senior Brother, prepare the Demon Binding Rope!”

Xia Qian’s warning came too late. With a deafening boom, the water sphere shattered.

The twelve disciples were blasted backward, spraying blood into the wind.

“This Lord wants you dead!”

The freed Yellow Sand King roared with vindictive fury.

“Taste this Lord’s tail needles!”

The monster whipped its six tails forward. Six pitch-black stingers detached, shooting toward the defenseless Tianshi Mansion cultivators like arrows of death.

“Quick, dodge!” Xia Qian screamed, her eyes wide with horror.

But it was hopeless. Suffering from the formation’s backlash, their minds were unstable and their bodies sluggish. They simply had no strength to evade.

“Evil creature, cease harming others!”

Just as six lives were about to be extinguished, a deep, resonant voice boomed from the sky above the storm.

A brilliant golden light cascaded down like a waterfall. Six slender rays of gold descended with lightning speed, intercepting the stingers in mid-air.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The stingers were shattered instantly, dissipating into dust along with the golden light.

A hundred meters in the air, Li Meng hovered, riding the wind. A faint, holy golden glow emanated from his body, making him look like an enlightened high monk—though his Daoist robes and flowing white hair created a striking contrast.

“Se… Senior!” Xia Qian looked up at the figure in the sky, her eyes filled with shock and salvation. She hadn’t expected him to appear.

On the ground, the Yellow Sand King’s golden pupils glared viciously at the intruder.

“Old bastard! What business is it of yours?”

Old… old bastard?

Li Meng’s eyebrow twitched. He looked down at the clamoring scorpion with a gaze of casual disdain.

“Noisy animal.”

Li Meng flicked his sleeve.

Whoosh!

Five golden Talismans flew out, transforming into streaks of light that plunged into the earth at five cardinal points around the demon.

Li Meng’s hands formed a seal.

“Golden Geng Glazed Formation, rise!”

Boom!

Golden spiritual light erupted from the sands. A solid, crystalline barrier of golden energy instantly enclosed the Yellow Sand King. Having learned from letting enemies escape in the past, Li Meng wasted no time with half-measures.

“Setting up a formation alone… with Talismans?” Xia Qian watched, mesmerized by the opulent display of wealth and skill.

“Suppress.”

Li Meng extended his right hand and turned his palm downward, pressing gently toward the earth.

Golden light converged above the array, instantly forming a massive, ten-zhang golden handprint.

The giant hand descended with the weight of a mountain, radiating boundless pressure. As it fell, it crushed the air, sending shockwaves rippling through the sandstorm.

Inside the barrier, the Yellow Sand King’s pupils contracted sharply.

This old bastard is only at the early Foundation Establishment stage… how is the power of his technique so terrifying?

A casual strike carried the weight of a Late Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Is he a human expert hiding his true cultivation?