Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The Kingdom of Holland had spent hundreds of years deploying monsters on its borders since its founding, but it only took Wen Jiao and Gesar one night to kill their way through these checkpoints.

As the two men rode their respective mounts and overlooked the palace of the Kingdom of Hall, the King of the White Tent was still sleeping soundly with his maid in his arms.

He was used to not wasting every night. When Concubine Han was alive, he loved her gentleness, grace, and obedience. No matter what he said, did, or had any strange ideas, she would flatter him and make him happy. He was disgusted by the rough temper of the women from the Kingdom of Hall. However, while he doted on Concubine Han, he also often visited other concubines' rooms.

After the death of Concubine Han, he was really sad for five days and five nights. But on the sixth night, he was so lonely that he went to spend the night with another concubine. However, he had always disliked these concubines, and their looks had become old over the years, so he thought about marrying a new concubine. Unexpectedly, the people of Ling were unexpectedly tenacious. They would rather fight to the death than sacrifice their own concubine. The White Tent King had no choice but to temporarily use Concubine Han's personal maid to make up for the shortage.

While he was still sleeping soundly in the land of comfort, Gesar was looking at the iron wall that was more than ten feet high and yelling angrily. What came out of his mouth was a low and loud roar like a bull: "Moo——"

With a long roar, Gesar's body suddenly swelled up and turned into a giant bull with golden hair. Its long and sharp horns were as thick as the huge ancient trees in the forest. It took a few steps back, took a running start, and slammed heavily into the iron city wall.

"Boom!" The earth suddenly trembled violently.

"Earthquake?" The King of White Tent jumped up and rushed out of the yard without paying any attention to the maid who was hiding in panic nearby.

"Boom!" The second tremor came soon after.

The King of White Tent frowned and twitched his ears a few times, quickly identifying the panicked sounds of escape and cries for help in the wind.

That direction is... the city wall? What are the soldiers guarding the city shouting? It seems to be... a bull demon?

The White Tent King's face suddenly darkened.

His general Simba failed to snatch the princess of the Ling Kingdom for him, but was killed by a mysterious woman instead. His beloved little prince was also killed in the chaos. He lost his soldiers and son, and he still couldn't get the beauty back. He was very upset. He was about to reorganize his troops and fight back, but who would have thought that another bull monster would attack?

The White Tent King was a hero, and he considered himself to be very powerful. Even if he wanted the moon in the sky, he would reach out and pick it. Why did everything go wrong after he killed the Han concubine? Now even a bull demon dared to bully him?

As soon as he thought of this, the White Tent King's three corpse gods jumped into a rage, picked up his weapons, put on his armor, and rushed out of the city. Abundant magic power surged in his skin and blood. With every step he took, his body grew a little bigger. When he reached the iron wall, his stature was as tall as the wall.

"The king is here. There is a huge bull monster outside! It is about to knock down our iron wall!" The guard on the wall saw the White Tent King and shouted as if he had seen a savior. At the same time, his knees softened and he knelt down exhausted.

There are many monsters on the Wuliang Plateau, and humans also have innate magical powers. The guards are naturally no exception, but this bull is so huge that even Simba, the first brave general of the Hall Kingdom, would be terrified when he encounters this giant bull!

As they were talking, they heard a loud bang and another collision outside the wall.

The White Tent King felt that the iron-filled city wall in front of him was shaking like a cowhide hit by a sledgehammer. This iron city had been carefully built by successive kings since the founding of the Kingdom of Hall. When had it ever been so miserable? He smiled bitterly, stomped his feet, and flew over the city wall, riding right on the back of the "bull demon" that was ramming its own city wall as if it were a tree stump.

The "bull demon" shook its head and tried to throw him off, but the White Tent King grabbed its neck tightly and shouted, "You ignorant bull demon, you dare to mess with your White Tent King! I'm going to chop off your head and hang it on the city gate!"

The "Bull Demon" roared loudly, and the roar was filled with endless sadness. Even though the White Tent King was furious, he couldn't help but be infected by the roar.

Is this the emotion a cow should have? The White Tent King couldn't help but feel a little strange.

At this moment, a soft laugh was heard from the side, clear and graceful, like the meandering meltwater spring when the ice and snow melt. It was a woman's laugh, and she must be a very beautiful woman.

The King of White Tent was lustful by nature, so he subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a very beautiful and graceful woman standing on his shoulder. She was wearing a green dress of a very strange yet beautiful style. The hem of her skirt was fluttering, which made her skin look white, as if it were the purest white agate.

She smiled and looked at the giant bull below with her deep, clear black agate eyes: "King Gesar, do you need my help?"

Wait, this cow is actually Gesar, the king of Ling Kingdom? It is said that he is the reincarnation of a god, a wheel-turning king given to the Ling people by the heretic Buddha Padmasambhava. The White Tent King believed in Bon religion and had always disregarded this rumor. But when he heard that Gesar's magic was so powerful that he killed so many demons that their corpses piled up like a mountain, and he carved out a fertile land in Lingdi and established a kingdom with the Ling people, he began to be quite afraid. If he hadn't heard that he had married the princess of the Demon Kingdom and was happy there, the White Tent King would not have had the courage to send troops to rob his queen.

The White Tent King's heart tightened, and he heard the giant bull under him speaking in human language: "No need. The hatred for Zhumu, the revenge for Prince Jiacha, and the lives of countless Lingguo soldiers, I must settle accounts with him myself!" As he spoke, his four hooves shook, and he actually stood up. His huge body leaned back without warning, and crushed the unsuspecting White Tent King under his back.

The White Tent King felt as if his entire body had been run over by ten carts, his joints cracked, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He twisted Gesar's two horns and tried to pry them apart, while staring at the slender woman who had floated lightly in the air without him noticing, "Who are you?"

The woman smiled and said, "I am Wen Jiao, the Jingrong Zhenren appointed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

"The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty? Never heard of him." The King of White Tent said while wrestling with the giant bull transformed by Gesar, panting heavily.

"Then you have heard it now." No matter what posture or position the White Tent King was in, she was always flying in the air ten feet in front of him, smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes. "But there is a person's name that the White Tent King must have heard of, Simba Mairuze. He seems to be a general under the White Tent throne?"

The White Tent King had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next moment she said, "What a coincidence! On my way here, I saw him plotting against Prince Jiacha of Ling State and kidnapping the Grand Concubine Sen Jiang Zhumu of Ling State. He was really rude, so I killed him."