“It’s already being gathered...” Lord Lao muttered under his breath, when a coughing sound from his attendant interrupted him: “Lord Lao, you forgot to add fuel to the furnace.”
“Oh dear, my elixir!” Lord Lao hurried off in a fluster.
Guanyin hadn’t caught what he muttered, only staring in confusion at these Heavenly Court employees.
“Uh... I forgot to walk the dog.” Yang Jian stood up and bowed, “Lady Guanyin, let me walk the dog first, then I’ll go catch that Monkey!”
“My eyes hurt, Shunfeng Ear, take a look for me.” Thousand Li Eye suddenly clutched his eyes, and Shunfeng Ear grabbed him as they left.
Tai Bai Jin Xing looked around anxiously: “Ah, I forgot the task the Jade Emperor assigned me!”
In an instant, only Nezha remained on the scene. He looked puzzled at his colleagues fleeing one after another. The news of Sun Wukong’s escape had been circulating in the Heavenly Court for days, an open secret that everyone chose to ignore. Now that Guanyin had come to ask about it, why were they still pretending not to know?
“That Monkey...” Nezha started to speak, when a shout came from somewhere unknown:
“Celestial King, why didn’t you bring your pagoda out?”
Nezha perked up instantly: “Good timing!”
As a fiery red figure dashed out, Guanyin frowned slightly. It was obvious—these fellows had known about this all along. Could they have done it themselves?
No, impossible. Though they and the Western side were at odds on the surface, they wouldn’t go so far as to secretly release that Monkey—it would gain them nothing.
After some thought, Guanyin decided to return and report this to the Buddha.
Only after she vanished from the Heavenly Court did a pageboy with a bun-shaped hairdo poke his head out: “Lord Lao, she’s gone!”
Lord Lao also poked his head out: “Good riddance, good riddance.”
“Lord Lao, you almost let it slip.”
“Ah, just a moment of carelessness, a moment of carelessness...” Lord Lao chuckled, “The entire Heavenly Court knows that Mischievous Monkey is the disciple of Patriarch Bodhi. If we upset him, it’ll be awkward meeting the Patriarch later, won’t it?”
“Lord Lao, don’t pretend. Weren’t you the one who specially gifted Sun Wukong a pair of fiery golden eyes?”
“Ahem, that was an accident.”
“An accident? Sun Wukong just ate a few bottles of elixir, but you later claimed he ate over a hundred of your bottles and even got the Jade Emperor to compensate you with plenty of good stuff...”
Lord Lao quickly covered the pageboy’s mouth: “Keep your voice down. Didn’t you have a share in those elixirs?”
“Mmph mmph...”
Deep in the Heavenly Court, the figure seated behind the table spoke slowly: “Is Guanyin gone?”
“She’s gone.” Tai Bai Jin Xing wiped his sweat, “Jade Emperor, won’t this offend them?”
“No matter. This is after all the destined course for that Mischievous Monkey. Everything in this world happens with its own cause and effect. Let nature take its course.”
Fang Zhiyi now had a splitting headache.
Because he had set out on the Pilgrimage to the West ahead of schedule, he had barely encountered any demons along the way. Thinking about it, it made sense—it wasn’t yet the Tang Dynasty era, so the news about Tang Monk’s flesh granting immortality hadn’t spread. Naturally, the demons couldn’t care less about a shabby-looking monk.
If it were just a lack of trials, that wouldn’t be so bad. But the bigger trouble was, ever since he arrived here, he couldn’t even beg for food anymore. The moment he mentioned alms, people thought he was a swindler.
Sun Wukong remarked: “Even the demons, let alone mortals, would think you’re no proper monk in that get-up.”
Fang Zhiyi looked down at his clothes. What was wrong with them?
“Which proper monk embroiders flowers on his robe? And last time, when you smiled at that young girl, her parents almost called the authorities on you.”
Fang Zhiyi felt wronged: “Can I help it?”
It wasn’t his fault this body looked so dubious. And wasn’t he smiling just to get some food more easily?
“I’m hungry.” Sha Wujing rubbed his stomach.
Fang Zhiyi was starting to regret bringing this guy along. He ate way too much—he’d already devoured more than half of the supplies originally planned.
“Excuse me, monk...” a woman’s voice came through.
Fang Zhiyi spun around, his heart leaping with joy.
A beautiful young woman appearing out of nowhere in the wilderness—only a fool wouldn’t know something was off. The previous incarnation of Ghost Tripitaka was obviously that fool.
Lady White Bone suddenly froze. She had only spotted people here and thought to suck some life essence, but...
Why did these three look at her with such terror?
“Nothing, never mind,” Intuition told her to turn and bolt.
“Young lady!” Fang Zhiyi jumped up, “No, miss! Wait!”
“I’m hungry.” Sha Wujing also stepped forward.
Sun Wukong squinted, sizing up this woman with ill intent.
“Ah! Don’t chase me!” Lady White Bone fled at once. What was wrong with these guys?
Whatever, flee first.
“Great Sage, hurry! She’s escaping!” Fang Zhiyi groaned in frustration as the White Bone Demon flew away.
Sun Wukong laughed: “Easy peasy.”
“Nobody’s arranging anything for us, so we’ll find our own tribulations… and maybe throw in a little black eat black along the way.” Fang Zhiyi stroked his chin, revealing a sly grin. He turned to look at Ghost Tripitaka. “Sound about right?”
Ghost Tripitaka said nothing.
Sun Wukong, however, nodded. “That line of thinking could work.”
Sha Wujing clutched his stomach as he watched the monk and the Great Sage talking to thin air, not daring to interrupt. He always thought there was something off about those two—they kept chattering at nothing.
It was damn creepy.
At that moment, Lady White Bone was throwing a tantrum in her own cave.
“I nearly died today! Didn’t you say you could boost my strength?”
From the shadows, a sphere slowly materialized.
“Lady, your points aren’t enough to exchange for a cultivation manual.”
“Points? What the hell are those? And look at the tasks you’ve given me—steal Guanyin’s treasure, grab Zhen Yuanzi’s ginseng fruit, and go to the Dragon Palace in the East Sea to seduce the Dragon King? Do you think I have nine lives?”
The sphere paused for a moment. “Calm yourself, Lady. There’s some anomaly in this world’s data. The system hasn’t completed its scan yet. I’ll modify your tasks right away…”
Not long ago, this sphere had appeared out of nowhere beside Lady White Bone and called itself a system. Lady White Bone had no idea what a “system” was, but this thing could provide her with plenty of conveniences—even letting her keep tabs on everything nearby without stepping out of her cave. Since she had no minions to speak of, she let it hang around.
At first, the thing kept calling her “host,” which annoyed her until she forced it to address her as “Lady” instead.
“The system can offer you a newbie gift pack, Lady.”
Staring at the pill that materialized out of thin air, Lady White Bone was somewhat taken aback. Still, she reached out and took it. After examining it briefly, she shoved it straight into her mouth.
Once the pill went down, a surging power slowly spread through her bones, even causing her skeletal frame to regrow flesh and blood.
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
