He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Sun Wukong. "Since this is a journey to fetch the scriptures, Great Sage, you'll have to call me 'master.'"
Sun Wukong was taken aback. "Why should I?"
"I don't know either, but it just seems like it should be this way. How about we each keep our own titles—I'll call you Great Sage, you call me master. Deal?"
"Get lost!"
But what pleased Fang Zhiyi was that, ever since they entered Yang Jian's territory, the atmosphere had noticeably improved. With Yang Jian promoting Buddhism, Fang Zhiyi's treatment also got better. Along the way, they didn't encounter a single demon, not even bandits.
Sun Wukong, thinking of his Flower-Fruit Mountain, made a detour to visit it. However, to his surprise, after being crushed under the Five Elements Mountain for centuries, Flower-Fruit Mountain had changed beyond recognition. The monkey subjects he once knew were all gone, replaced by wild monkeys watching him warily from a distance.
Fang Zhiyi, fearing that the Great Sage might suddenly lose his temper, moved far away in advance. But unexpectedly, Sun Wukong simply walked alone into the cave behind the waterfall and sat there all night. The next day, just as Fang Zhiyi was sleeping soundly, he was woken up.
"Let's go, now."
Sun Wukong's face showed no particular emotion—no sorrow, no anger, just a trace of world-weariness.
"Great Sage, that's how immortals are. Relatives and friends all have their lifespans. Don't take it too hard," Fang Zhiyi said, trying to be understanding.
Sun Wukong grumbled angrily, "What do you know about it! That big old monkey still owed me twenty jars of fine wine from gambling debts. Now he's dead—who am I supposed to collect from?"
Fang Zhiyi was momentarily speechless.
But the journey to the scriptures had to continue.
The trio—one man, one monkey, one ghost—entered the Liangzhou region. From there, Fang Zhiyi officially stepped onto the Hexi Corridor. However, none of them were familiar with the route, relying on asking for directions as they traveled west. This led to the situation where a river blocked their path.
Fang Zhiyi opened his well-worn map, bought from a merchant, and studied it carefully. But there was clearly no river marked on it.
As he frowned in thought, Sun Wukong chuckled knowingly.
"What are you laughing at?" Fang Zhiyi asked casually. By now, he had grown quite familiar with Sun Wukong, with the two often sharing similar ideas and drawing closer in their relationship.
"I'm laughing at how dumb you are," Sun Wukong said, looking mysterious. "Want to take a closer look at the river?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "What's so interesting about a river?"
Still, he walked a few steps to the riverbank. When he saw the murky water, a thought suddenly struck him.
But then, the river churned violently, and a figure burst out. This man was over twelve feet tall, dripping wet with moisture. He had a shock of fiery red hair, messy and untamed, a coarse beard like steel needles, a silk sash around his waist, black canvas trousers on his lower half, and an exposed torso. Around his neck hung a necklace of human skulls.
"Ha ha! Since you're here, you might as well stay!"
His weapon lunged at Fang Zhiyi, the gleaming crescent blade aiming straight for his face.
Sha Liujing had been observing them from the water for a while. He concluded that the monkey with the pointy face and thunderous mouth was not to be trifled with, but this monk seemed like an easy target. If he could drag the monk underwater, the other one wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Got him!
But the next moment, his smile froze.
The spear thrust at Fang Zhiyi was firmly blocked by a metal rod, unable to advance any further.
"How could I forget about you? Even though the pig hasn't descended yet, you've been waiting here for a long time," Fang Zhiyi said without surprise. He knew Sun Wukong's personality all too well—the monkey would never stand by and do nothing.
"You... you... let go!" Sha Liujing panicked, finding that he couldn't pull back his staff either. The monkey had grabbed the other end with one hand.
Fang Zhiyi flashed an exaggerated grin.
"I hear you've eaten several scripture seekers already. Is there a reward for eating scripture seekers?"
"What are you talking about..." Before Sha Liujing could finish, he got a hard slap on the face. Enraged, he tried to fight back, but the monkey snatched his staff and set it against his neck.
Fang Zhiyi cracked his knuckles eagerly. "Kid, you're done for."
Sha Liujing realized he might have picked a fight with the wrong people.
After a storm of fists and slaps,—
"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! I surrender!" Sha Liujing wailed, covering his head, never imagining he would end up so pathetic.
"Surrendered, have you? Fine, sign your name and press your fingerprint. You're coming with us to fetch the scriptures. Move it."
Looking at the red inkpad and paper thrown in front of him, Sha Liujing opened his mouth. What kind of crazy talk was this about fetching scriptures?
"Great monk, I... I can't read..."
But when he saw the monk's raised palm, he pressed his thumbprint onto the paper without hesitation.
"There, that's more like it! You'll lead the horse and carry the luggage from now on, understand?"
"Understood, understood, understood."
"And I'm giving you a new name. From now on, you'll be called... Sha Wujing."
"Huh?"
"What 'huh'?!"
"Oh."
"Done yet? Let's move. We're pressed for time," Sun Wukong stood up and stretched.
"Let's go!"
"Ghost Monk, you're letting this kid fetch the scriptures for you while you get nothing. That's pretty cheap," Sun Wukong leaned close to Tripitaka and whispered, but Tripitaka didn't look at him.
"Miserly with words, no fun." Sun Wukong stretched again, watching Sha Wujing grudgingly lift the luggage under Fang Zhiyi's threats, and suddenly laughed.
This journey so far has been interesting enough. The world had changed during the centuries he spent under the mountain. Well, he had nowhere else to go—might as well travel with them for a while.
Meanwhile, an old woodcutter stood dumbfounded in front of the large hole where the Five Elements Mountain had once imprisoned Sun Wukong.
"Where is my monkey?????"
An echoing question hung in the air. A puff of white smoke rose, and the old man transformed into a veiled woman holding a jade vase.
Guanyin was bewildered. She had originally come to check on Sun Wukong's situation as usual, so she could notify him in advance about escorting the future Tripitaka on the scripture journey. But what was going on now? Sun Wukong had escaped? How was that possible?
Such a major event—why hadn't there been any response from the Heavenly Court?
She spun around and flew straight into the sky.
News of Sun Wukong's mysterious disappearance spread through the Heavenly Court in an instant. Almost every deity swore they had nothing to do with it.
Even the slacking Day Duty Officer at the time claimed the same.
"If Sun Wukong isn't around, how are we supposed to handle the scripture journey?" Guanyin sounded visibly anxious. This matter had been settled long ago, approved by both Tathagata and the Jade Emperor. And she had put a lot of effort into it herself.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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?!
