Fang Zhiyi knew that since this guy could deal with Little Black, he must be extremely powerful. It was said that this Golden Cicada was originally a disciple of Buddha, not weak by nature, but because he had no interest in Buddhist teachings, Buddha banished him to the mortal realm to undergo ten cycles of reincarnation.
Thinking about it carefully, it was pretty miserable. Ordinary people could at least die if the oppression became unbearable, but this Golden Cicada was punished just for slacking off and sent to the human world to suffer death after death.
After a while, Tripitaka finally withdrew his gaze and stared at Fang Zhiyi again. His lips moved slightly, but Fang Zhiyi didn't hear what he said.
"Huh?"
But Tripitaka returned to his previous state, staring intently at Fang Zhiyi.
"Hey, you're not being sincere at all. I..." Fang Zhiyi felt a bit frustrated. Now he was in a bind. He raised his finger to point at Tripitaka and was about to curse, but in the next moment, Ghost Tripitaka slowly placed his hand on Fang Zhiyi's finger. Fang Zhiyi's eyes widened. By the moonlight, he saw that scriptures had appeared all over his arm. These words seemed alive, spreading from his arm all the way to his body.
"What the..." Fang Zhiyi was dumbfounded.
But Tripitaka remained expressionless, slowly withdrawing his hand and pressing his palms together.
Fang Zhiyi quickly understood. It must have been something Tripitaka did just now. But this skill was truly terrifying. If Tripitaka wanted to kill him, could it be done in the blink of an eye?
"What now? Should I tear it off?" Fang Zhiyi pointed at the small talisman.
Ghost Tripitaka nodded.
Fang Zhiyi turned around and reached out again for the talisman. The moment his finger touched it, the talisman emitted a golden light. Simultaneously, Fang Zhiyi's hand also glowed with gold. The two lights collided, as if in a duel of mystical forces. Fang Zhiyi could even feel an indescribable power surging from within him. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the talisman and yanked it hard!
Then came an earthquake and a mountain shake. Fang Zhiyi lost his balance and sat down heavily on the ground.
Beneath a pine tree, an old man was resting with his eyes closed, gently waving a palm-leaf fan. But suddenly, he opened his eyes.
Before him, the surface of a stone table billowed with white smoke, churning like boiling water.
"A variable?" the old man muttered to himself. He lightly waved his fan, and the roiling white smoke instantly calmed down.
"Well, after all, we were once master and disciple—don't say your master didn't protect you..."
The Day Duty Officer, responsible for monitoring anomalies in the mortal world, rubbed his eyes. He had clearly seen something unusual in a mortal pond, but it vanished in a flash. Had he dozed off? He patted his head—whatever, it was just a shift. No trouble was best.
On Spirit Mountain, Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze thoughtful, but in the end, he simply closed them again.
A large hole had been torn in Five Elements Mountain. Sun Wukong stood in the open space in front of the mountain, hardly believing he had actually escaped.
But soon, he saw a figure tumbling down the slope.
Fang Zhiyi stopped in front of him. "Great Sage, could you give a warning before you move? I almost fell to my death!"
Sun Wukong paused, then grinned. "Got a bit excited. Forgot. My apologies, my apologies." But the next moment, he noticed the twisted patterns on Fang Zhiyi's body. "Those things on you—what are they about?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Tripitaka. "Oh, this... how should I put it—you wouldn't believe me if I said I don't know, would you?"
Sun Wukong waved his hand. "Forget it!" As he stretched his body, Fang Zhiyi quickly asked, "Great Sage, are you willing to go fetch the scriptures with me now?"
At this, Sun Wukong turned to look at him and snorted with a laugh. "Go fetch scriptures with you? A wandering ghost possessing someone else's shell, and a ghost monk—what scriptures would you be fetching?"
Fang Zhiyi was startled. "Great Sage, you can see through me?"
Sun Wukong pointed at his own eyes. "This old monkey's eyes aren't blind. It's strange—the two of you managed to end up together. But compared to you, that cloddish monk looks more like someone who'd fetch scriptures."
He paused. "Even though I didn't agree to you, I do know the meaning of repaying a kindness. Let me take care of something first, and then we'll talk."
Fang Zhiyi could only nod. And so, he followed behind Sun Wukong—a monkey, a man, and a ghost—heading toward the sunrise.
The scene was beautiful.
But by the time the sun hung directly overhead, Fang Zhiyi could no longer take it.
"Great Sage, where exactly are we going?"
Sun Wukong stopped, rubbing his chin. "Hmm... no idea."
"You..." Fang Zhiyi nearly passed out.
"My fault, my fault! I forgot to ask where that child lived."
"What child?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
"A little kid, leading an ox. He brought me peaches." Remembering the taste of those peaches, Sun Wukong's face was full of disgust. "Sour and astringent. I must find him and give him a piece of my mind!"
Fang Zhiyi curled his lips. So the monkey was going to repay a kindness after all.
But then he remembered something. "Great Sage, when I came, I did pass by a village. There should only be one village around here, but it's in the opposite direction..."
Sun Wukong turned to glare at him. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Fang Zhiyi looked innocent. "Hey, you didn't ask!"
"Didn't I ask?" Sun Wukong looked around. "Let's go, let's go. Hurry up."
After much more fussing, a village finally appeared faintly in the distance. Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to speak, Sun Wukong's expression changed.
"The smell of blood—heavy!"
He shot forward at an astonishing speed, and Fang Zhiyi hurried after him.
When they arrived in the village, they saw a squad of soldiers. Many villagers stood trembling to the side.
"Today, on orders of Lord Wang, we are conscripting soldiers. Every able-bodied man in the household must enlist! Otherwise, you'll end up like them!" The leader pointed his horsewhip at two naked men hanging from a pole, covered in blood.
"Those who joined Lord Wang's army and dared to desert—today, your village must come up with ten more strong men!"
The pleas of the elderly and the crying of the women moved the officer not at all. To him, these commoners were merely consumable goods.
Fang Zhiyi recalled that during Yang Jian's reign, there had indeed been local strongmen raising armies, though Yang Su later crushed them. But these one or two sentences in history books were a bloody hell for ordinary people.
"Don't take my father! Don't take my father!" A child cried out, clutching his father's leg. His actions angered two soldiers, one of whom raised his foot to kick.
"Damn brat, get lost!"
But the kick didn't land on the child. Instead, it was blocked by a leg full of fur.
The soldier looked up in confusion, then panicked. "Monster!"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
