But just as one of the little demons touched Fang Zhiyi, its claw was grabbed by him and pressed against his own body.
“Oh no! An evil demon is trying to harm me!”
“No, no, monk, don’t yell!” The little demon panicked. This monk was absolutely mad!
The old fox was also confused. What on earth was happening?
But its confusion was soon answered.
“Demon! Release my master!” With a loud shout, a majestic figure descended from the sky.
The old fox was completely stunned.
Wait, what was going on? Were they putting on a play?
The monkey, covered in fur, landed without a word and raised his staff to strike. As soon as the golden-banded staff appeared, the old fox’s eyes suddenly cleared with recognition.
Just as the staff was about to shatter its skull—
“Great Sage!”
Sun Wukong abruptly halted the staff’s momentum and looked at the old fox with confusion.
“You, a little demon, know me?”
The old fox nodded frantically, its mind reeling. How had Sun Wukong appeared? Wasn’t he supposed to be trapped under Five Elements Mountain? But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that; survival came first!
Seeing the suspicion in Sun Wukong’s eyes, the old fox quickly tried to prove itself.
“Back when you swore brotherhood with several great demons, I was there too! Do you remember me, Great Sage?”
Sun Wukong shook his head.
Nearby, Fang Zhiyi stood with his arms crossed, enjoying the show. He hadn’t expected the demon to recognize Sun Wukong.
“Me! It’s me!” The old fox even jumped a few times, then revealed its true form and spun around. “Back then, I gave the Great Sage a banner that said ‘Equal to Heaven’!”
Sun Wukong thought for a moment and suddenly recalled: “I remember now. Back then, lots of demons came to congratulate me. Some brought jewels, some brought magical treasures, but you—you were the only one who brought a shabby banner!”
The old Fox grinned awkwardly: “I couldn’t help it, Great Sage. I was too poor back then…”
“I recall you had quite a loud title at the time, didn’t you? What was it?”
“Subduing Dragon Taoist!” the old fox quickly reminded him, seeing that Sun Wukong had finally remembered.
“Ah, right, right!” Sun Wukong chuckled, but then his gaze turned sharp. “When I was at my peak, I couldn’t recall what rare gifts people brought, but I remember clearly who brought junk! Watch my staff!”
As the staff was about to come down again—
“Wait!”
Sun Wukong stopped the staff’s momentum once more, turning back with some irritation. “What is it? I’ve been wandering for days and only found this one.”
Fang Zhiyi looked the old fox up and down, then squinted and smiled. “I have an idea.”
The Subduing Dragon Taoist, resigned to death, looked at Fang Zhiyi: “Eminent monk, Eminent monk, you can ask for anything!”
Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and put his arm around its shoulder in a friendly manner: “You’re pretty familiar with these parts, aren’t you? You know which demons live around here?”
As Fang Zhiyi whispered with the fox demon, Sun Wukong hugged his golden-banded staff and wore a look of impatience.
Finally, Fang Zhiyi laughed heartily and slapped the old fox’s shoulder hard: “Alright, alright! It’s settled!”
Though reluctant, the old fox could only force a smile.
That night, the eight-tailed fox grudgingly laid out a grand feast, bringing out all its hidden reserves. Fang Zhiyi and his party ate until their bellies were round. Sha Wujing patted his stomach with satisfaction, while Sun Wukong claimed several jars of fine wine and drank alone.
A night passed.
The other little demons watched as their patriarch packed its belongings and followed the monk away. Before leaving, it told them to guard the cave well.
None of them knew what had really happened.
They just felt like their home had been looted?
“From today on, it will serve as our pilgrimage team’s guide,” Fang Zhiyi said with satisfaction. He had just learned that this creature knew the terrain well, so he had roped it into service.
He had barely managed to assemble a group that somewhat matched the original story—too bad he couldn’t find a boar demon that had taken human form.
After they left, a seven-tailed fox suddenly appeared: “What? The patriarch was captured by a monk?”
“Yes, deputy leader. What do we do now?”
The fox paced back and forth, its eyes gleaming with calculation. After a long while, it stopped.
“Since the patriarch has met with misfortune, I will take over from now on!”
“The patriarch isn’t in trouble…”
“Shut up! From now on, call me Yalong Taoist!” The fox was excited. The old fox called itself Subduing Dragon Taoist—wasn’t it fitting to call itself Yalong?
On a mountain path, a hunched figure trudged forward slowly, pausing every few steps as if struggling greatly.
Its movements soon caught the attention of patrolling little demons.
Several little demons suddenly swarmed and surrounded it.
“Who goes there! Why have you trespassed into our king’s territory!” One little demon pulled back the ragged cloth covering the figure’s face, revealing… an old fox!
The old fox seemed flustered: “I, I’m just passing through. Sorry, sorry.”
The little demons’ eyes scanned the old fox greedily.
Though they sometimes ate humans, that was just a snack. But eating a demon—especially one with a demon core—could greatly enhance their power.
This old fox had clearly already gained the ability to take human form. Maybe it had been defeated in a turf war and was fleeing.
“Catch it and take it back!” the leading little demon ordered.
Ignoring the fox’s pleas, the other little demons bound it and dragged it away.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
A tiger-headed demon reclined on a stone throne, opening its eyes slightly: “What’s all the racket about?”
“Patrolling demons caught an old fox!”
“Oh?”
The attendant waved a hand, and the little demons carried the fox into the cave. The tiger demon took one look and chuckled: “An eight-tailed fox, huh. What luck.”
Hearing this, the little demons got excited. An eight-tailed fox—if they ate its demon core, it would greatly boost their cultivation!
But they knew they’d only get scraps. Still, any benefit was welcome.
“Boil it,” the tiger demon ordered. It was a bit curious how an eight-tailed fox had ended up in such a state, but it didn’t want to overthink it.
Immediately, little demons set about making a fire, while the old fox begged: “Your Majesty, can we negotiate? Please don’t eat me.”
“That won’t do. You’re a demon, too—you know the rules of our kind.” The tiger demon looked at the fox with smug satisfaction. “If you get reborn, next time stay far from my territory! Hahahaha.”
It failed to notice the sly gleam that flickered in the old fox’s eyes.
“So, no room for negotiation?”
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