Yang Jian chuckled but said nothing, when a sudden voice spoke up nearby: “Third Prince, the Jade Emperor’s meaning couldn’t be clearer. If they follow the rules of the mortal world honestly, we’ll turn a blind eye. But if they play dirty, we can make our move.”
Nezha turned to look at the portly general. After a long pause: “Tianpeng, you’ve got a sharp mind.”
“Of course, of course!”
“Is the wine in Chang’e’s palace good?”
“Naturally... uh... when did I ever go to the Moon Palace? Don’t talk nonsense!” Tianpeng leaped to his feet.
But Nezha, with a mocking grin, patted his backside and walked away.
“You, you, don’t leave! Explain yourself!”
The immortals on the Jasper Palace had all dispersed, leaving only Lord Lao, stroking his beard in thought.
“Lord Lao, everyone’s gone. Should we leave too?” a boy attendant beside him asked.
Lord Lao smacked his lips: “If those fakes really obtain the scriptures, the amusement at Spirit Mountain will be immense.”
“How could that be? They’re no match for those monks combined,” the attendant said. “The outcome is obvious.”
Lord Lao shook his head: “Wrong. No one can see the outcome.” He understood why the Jade Emperor had laughed. As the foremost of the Four Emperors, seeing others’ karma was simple for him, yet this time even the Jade Emperor couldn’t perceive the origin or destination of those counterfeit pilgrims.
This was undoubtedly a matter of great intrigue.
“Beyond these nine heavens, there exist other realms. The path of cultivation truly has no end.”
“Lord Lao, if we don’t leave soon, your elixirs will all be eaten by the ox.”
“Ah, I forgot that! Let’s go, let’s go!”
In a valley thick with miasma, the Scorpion Demoness now wore a grim expression as she stared at the group before her.
No, wrong—a bunch of grotesque figures: a fierce, savage monkey; a scarlet-bearded giant carp demon; an eight-tailed fox; and a bare-chested monk with tattoos all over. Around them, her lesser demons lay scattered and defeated.
The Scorpion Demoness finally came to her senses.
“Dare I ask... are you Tripitaka?”
Fang Zhiyi cleared his throat and stepped forward: “I am Tripitaka.”
The last shred of hope in the Scorpion Demoness’s heart shattered.
Her smile was more bitter than tears: “I had no idea the Tripitaka Master was coming. Forgive me for not welcoming you properly! Please pardon my sins!”
“Spare the nonsense! Hand over my disciple’s disciple, or I’ll wreck your cave!”
“Yes, yes, I’ll hand him over!” The Scorpion Demoness immediately turned and ordered her remaining minions to bring out a human from the cave.
He was an ordinary man in tattered clothes. As soon as he was freed, he rushed straight to the Eight-tailed Fox. Then the Scorpion Demoness witnessed what happened next.
“Here, the money we agreed on.” A gold ingot was pressed into the man’s hand.
“Great, Great King! At first you said I just had to be captured, but you didn’t mention I’d get scoured clean! Those demons scrubbed me with brushes!” The man lifted his clothes to reveal his red, irritated skin.
“Alright, alright, I’ll add another one, okay?” The Eight-tailed Fox pulled out another gold ingot. “Remember to go back down the mountain and take good care of your old mother.”
“Yes, yes, I will never forget!”
As the man ran off, the Eight-tailed Fox formed a hand seal and flicked it onto the man’s back. Wherever the man passed, the miasma parted.
When it turned back and saw the stunned Scorpion Demoness, its expression instantly hardened: “How dare you! You captured my disciple! Do you think my master doesn’t exist?!”
The Scorpion Demoness was utterly humiliated.
What kind of disciple was that? They were clearly hired bait!
Though she thought this, she dared not show it. She recalled a recent rumor about a ferocious gang calling themselves a scripture-gathering team, led by one named Tripitaka. They used every trick in the book, and anyone foolish enough to capture someone connected to them would be in deep trouble.
The worst part was—they couldn’t be beaten!
Among them was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. At first, some demons hadn’t heard the name, but after inquiring in the Central Plains, they learned that this Great Sage had once stormed straight through the Southern Heavenly Gate!
Thus, many demons surrendered at the mere reputation.
“Uh... well...” Fang Zhiyi’s words cut through the Scorpion Demoness’s thoughts.
“I know the rules! Great King! From now on, the entire Scorpion Cave will follow your every command!” The Scorpion Demoness did not hesitate—she dropped to her knees.
Fang Zhiyi pursed his lips. Were all demons this sensible nowadays? Shouldn’t they put up a struggle?
“Reputation matters. Once our brand is established, things will be much smoother,” Fang Zhiyi said.
But Ghost Tripitaka suddenly let out a sigh.
When Sun Wukong and Fang Zhiyi both looked at him, he fell silent.
The Scorpion Demoness, clearly skilled in social graces, didn’t even wait for them to speak. She immediately ordered her minions to prepare wine and food. By the time the feast was laid out, a banner reading “Tripitaka” had already been raised at her cave entrance.
The old fox was very pleased and praised the Scorpion Demoness. Sha Wujing stared at the table, planning what to eat first. Sun Wukong also felt quite satisfied; he was now very pleased with Fang Zhiyi. He had originally expected following a monk on a scripture-gathering journey would involve endless annoyances, but this monk didn’t follow any rules at all—rather carefree.
Fang Zhiyi, however, was somewhat troubled. How had this turned into him taking over territory?
“Great King—no, honourable monk. Are you heading west?” the Scorpion Demoness asked after several rounds of toasts.
Fang Zhiyi nodded: “That’s right. After your territory, we’ll officially enter the Western Regions.”
“Be careful. Ahead there’s an exceptionally powerful demon. None of us dare go near.”
“Oh?” Fang Zhiyi grew interested. “None of the demons here dare provoke him? What skills does he have?”
“It’s not so much his skills... it’s that his father is formidable. We can’t afford to offend him. You see, we lesser demons rely on our own cultivation, while he just announces his old man’s name at the start.”
“Who?” Sun Wukong asked, downing a jar of wine with a belch.
“Red Boy. His father is the Bull Demon King, a being with heavenly power!”
At that name, everyone in the scripture-gathering crew turned to look at Sun Wukong, who was busy eating and drinking.
Sun Wukong, mouth full of fruit, looked around: “Why are you all staring at me?”
“Well, Great Sage, this Bull Demon King is... the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, right? I think I glimpsed him once from afar. He was your sworn brother...”
Sha Wujing nodded vigorously, his mouth full of food. Though he rarely spoke on the journey, he had been listening to the conversations between Sun Wukong and the others, and had learned much about Sun Wukong’s past.
As for Fang Zhiyi, he already knew it all.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
