Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

These days, Zhumu cried every day. At first, she resented Gesar's departure, then she was afraid of being abandoned by him, then she was angry at the killing of the White Tent King, and finally she was heartbroken at the sacrifice of her elder brother Jiacha.

"You are a treacherous and sneaky villain, how dare you call yourself a man? I look down on you!" She was still breathtakingly beautiful with disheveled hair and red and swollen eyes, glaring at Simba on horseback.

Simba lowered his head in shame and weakly defended himself: "This is my wisdom in the face of the enemy. King Gesar's brother is really brave, and I am not sure I can defeat him... Who on the plateau does not admire a hero like Jiacha? If it were not for the king's order, I would not be his enemy..."

Zhu Mu despised him: "You are a coward who has no martial arts skills and can only cheat people and snatch women for your king! You are not as good as me, a woman in a skirt. At least I know that cheating will be punished!" She wiped her tears and sneered, "Now this is my retribution!"

The emotions of shame and humiliation surged in his chest, brewing into a tide of self-loathing, which instantly broke the embankment in Simba's chest. He slapped his horse's hips hard and galloped away, trying to vent his regret in this futile way. He ran too far, so when the rear army was in commotion, he didn't notice it at the first time. It was not until the noise rolled to the center of the army that he realized something was wrong and turned his horse's head to run towards the source of the noise.

Halfway through the race, he involuntarily reined in his horse. The horse neighed nervously under him, and he held his breath.

In front of him stood a red-haired lion about ten feet tall, with sharp claws and fangs, and extremely powerful. On the lion's back sat a woman in green, holding a piece of dazzling lightning in her arms.

His fingers opened unconsciously and the whip slipped to the ground.

Simba couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that it was not lightning, but a sword emitting flames.

"The general is here!" The frightened soldiers finally saw him coming back and surrounded him. "That woman wants to duel with you."

Their movements attracted Wen Jiao's attention. She had learned Ling language in the past few days, and knew the identity of the visitor as soon as she heard it: "Simba Mai Ruze?"

She looked over and called out Simba's full name, "I heard that General Simba is a famous hero on the Wuliang Plateau, a rare good man, even Jiacha Xiega from Ling Country was killed by your arrow."

With every extra word she spoke, the lightning from the Dragon Snake Sword in her arms became brighter. In the end, it was like a living snake of lightning coiled around her body, blurring her features and leaving only a pair of clear black eyes, with two small balls of snow-like lightning reflected in the bottom of her eyes.

"I am Jingrong, but I am half-relative of Prince Jiacha. I have come to ask for your advice."

I can’t beat this, I really can’t beat this…

Whether facing his own family who took killing and drinking blood as a daily routine, or facing the invincible Prince Gyaltsaga, Simba had never felt such a vivid and powerless fear. It was like a mole standing still under a huge tree.

He began to tremble.

"Simba Mai Ruze, come out!" Wen Jiao stared at Simba in the crowd accurately and shouted.

Feeling her grief and anger, Huo Linger looked up to the sky and let out a long howl.

A large number of Hall soldiers knelt down in fear, and those who could still stand looked at Simba in panic: "General, what should we do? She will electrocute all of us into charcoal. Those who are struck by the divine thunder will go to hell and will never be reborn!"

It took Simba three breaths to let his spirit return to his body. He looked at the miserable faces of his warriors and saw the familiar expression on their faces, which he could see on his own face just a moment ago: cowardice.

He suddenly roared, drew his sword, and rushed towards Wen Jiao. His horse retreated repeatedly, so he jumped off the horse and galloped over, swinging the sword in his hand in a sharp arc.

This was the most powerful and fastest sword he had ever swung in his life. Even if Jia Cha was still alive and faced the enemy head-on, his life would be in danger if he was hit by this sword.

Wen Jiao floated down, the dragon-snake sword in her hand stopped flashing, revealing a sword body entwined with gold and green. She took three steps forward and slashed forward with the same sword.

The sword light suddenly burst out into a huge beam of light, smashing Simba into pieces. The next moment, a black-feathered crane flapped its wings from where Simba was, trying to escape from the light, but was also swallowed up by the extended beam of light.

"The general... along with his soul object... is gone?" The soldiers who witnessed this scene sat down on the ground limply.

Wen Jiao put away her sword, and felt the boiling anger in her chest barely stopped. She said coldly, "Hand over Queen Zhu Mu, and I won't kill you."

The soldiers woke up as if from a dream, and crawled to make way. At the end of the road, a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes was tied to the back of a horse. She was staring at this scene in a daze, and had not yet come to her senses.

The most beautiful woman in Ling country is Sen Jiang Zhumu.

The next moment, her body swayed and she fell off the horse.

When Wen Jiao brought Zhu Mu and Jia Cha back to the royal city, people didn't even have time to rejoice that the Queen Mother returned safe and sound before they all burst into tears for Jia Cha's sacrifice.

This mixed-blood general was not born with supernatural powers like other people in the plateau. All his abilities came from hard practice and study day after day. He had made great achievements in battle and made great contributions to the expansion of the territory of Ling State. He was deeply loved by the people of Ling State. If it were not for his loyalty to his brother Gesar, the reincarnation of the Son of God, he would have had a chance to compete for the throne.

But now, this moon has fallen in a conspiracy.

At the funeral, a white-haired old woman was helped out by a maid. People seemed to want her to offer soul-calling wine to the gods, but she poured the ladle of soul-calling wine on the face of Chief Minister Rongcha, who seemed to have aged ten years in just one day.

"Why don't you allow my grandson to lead the troops to protect the Queen Dowager? Why don't you stop Jia Cha from chasing after Hall's army? Old thing, you have such a smart head and such deep strategies, why don't you go and save the Queen Dowager yourself and lie here alone? You treacherous minister, worse than pigs and dogs, give me back my son!" The old woman cursed in the Ling language, occasionally sprinkling in a few words of Chinese.

Rongcha was scolded so much that he could not even lift his head. He could only droop his eyebrows dripping with wine and said, "It's my fault. It's all my fault."

The old woman cried, "I will not offer this wine to summon the dead! The only people who can offer wine to Jiacha are his younger brother and son. Call them here, or else burn them with me."

Rongcha's beard trembled. Jiacha's son Zara was still in the territory and didn't know about his father's death. Previously, he was afraid that this army was too strong, so he would rather defend the city than call Zara to lead the troops. Now that Jiacha was killed by mistake, he was even more afraid to call Zara.

As for King Gesar, there has been no news of him since he left for the Northern Demon Kingdom. There has been no response after several attempts to contact him. Who can find him?

Rongcha wanted Jiacha and Gesar's father to persuade her, but this usually docile and taciturn Han woman exploded with great destructive power under the stimulation of the pain of losing her son. She scratched her husband's face, threw herself on her son's body, and glared at everyone with hatred: "My son's body is still warm, don't force me to curse his people."

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Zhu Mu quietly withdrew, went to the stables to ride a horse, and galloped to the front of the Tang army camp, shouting: "I am the Queen of Ling State, and I want to see my benefactor, the Goddess Jingrong!"