“If it’s someone we know, then it’s easy enough. I wish you great success on your journey to obtain the scriptures, honored kings!” The Scorpion Demoness raised her cup with both hands and downed it in one gulp.
Sun Wukong didn’t even acknowledge her. “Sworn brothers? What nonsense. When that Old Tathagata pinned me under the mountain all those years, not one of them came to see me.”
He paused, a thought striking him.
“If they were really my brothers, they’d have looked after my monkey subjects on Flower-Fruit Mountain while I was trapped. And what happened? Nothing!”
“Sworn brothers, my ass. They’re all buddies when the sun’s shining, but when trouble hits, they scatter faster than a flock of birds!” Sun Wukong grabbed the wine jug and took a big swig.
The Scorpion Demoness looked a bit awkward.
“If the relationship’s sour… then Red Boy’s Samadhi True Fire is no joke. Once it touches you, it can’t be put out…”
“Spare me the lecture. I got a taste of that in Lord Lao’s furnace!” Sun Wukong snorted coldly. “He’s just a brat! I’ll show him what I’m made of!”
Fang Zhiyi, however, thought for a moment and then shot a glance at the Eight-tailed Fox.
Confused, the Eight-tailed Fox glanced at the drinking Monkey and sidled up to Fang Zhiyi. “Boss, what’s up?”
“I need you to handle something.” Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes.
The midday sun blazed overhead.
A massive figure sat in a chair, his back alone making anyone who looked feel suffocated. Bull Demon King stared at the calm monkey before him and let out a deep, rumbling laugh. “Haha, worthy brother, I heard someone spotted you earlier and thought it was an impostor. Never expected you’d actually show up.”
Sun Wukong picked at his ear. “Sounds like you’re not too happy I’m out.”
Bull Demon King choked. “Not at all! Not at all! I couldn’t be more delighted! I’ll have food and drink prepared right away—let’s revel together, brothers!”
Sun Wukong frowned. “No need.”
“Oh?” Bull Demon King studied the much smaller monkey, unsure of his intentions.
“I’ll let bygones be bygones. But I’m here today to talk business.”
“Speak, brother! No need for formalities between us!” Bull Demon King put on a grand air.
Sun Wukong smirked. “One thing: I need to cross the Flaming Mountains. Your son’s in the way.”
Bull Demon King paused, then frowned. “Brother, you know my boy’s always been unruly. I’m at my wit’s end with him…”
“At your wit’s end, or just unwilling to act?” Sun Wukong asked.
“Now that’s not fair, brother.”
“Enough with the ‘brother’ talk!” Sun Wukong locked eyes with him but, recalling Fang Zhiyi’s words, took a deep breath and held back.
“We’ve got no backup. Can’t call for reinforcements. We’re on our own. Use your head before your fists.”
“That Old Bull’s sly. You think he’ll just step aside without a fight?”
“Then we give him an offer he can’t refuse.”
With a crisp clink, Sun Wukong tossed out a delicate trinket. Bull Demon King curiously picked it up and examined it.
“That’s the hairpin I gave the princess!” His massive frame shot up from the chair, and in an instant, murderous intent flooded the cave.
But Sun Wukong remained unruffled. “Good eyes. I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize it.”
“Monkey! And I treated you like a brother! You dared to lay a hand on the Jade-Faced Princess?” Bull Demon King was clearly furious.
“Relax. She’s perfectly safe.” Sun Wukong grew even more at ease. Fang Zhiyi had guessed right—this Old Bull really cared about that fox demon.
“Monkey, don’t think grabbing her will let you threaten me! I’ll be honest with you! My boy is blocking the way on orders from the Bodhisattva. If you know what’s good for you, turn right around and go back! You’ve already been crushed for centuries—surely you know the score!” Bull Demon King dropped all pretense.
Sun Wukong was taken aback. He wasn’t surprised that the Bodhisattvas had a hand in this, but his respect for Fang Zhiyi grew—he’d already figured it out.
Seeing Sun Wukong’s silence, Bull Demon King grew smug. “Monkey, just crawl back under Five Fingers Mountain. Everyone’s happy. Otherwise, no one can protect you.”
Sun Wukong laughed. “Well, well. Who’d have thought the Great Sage Equaling Heaven would stoop to running errands for a Bodhisattva?”
Bull Demon King said nothing, just clenched the hairpin and stared daggers at Sun Wukong.
“I was planning to fight you, but someone told me not to.” Sun Wukong’s tone was light. “I’m just here to deliver a message.”
“What message?” Bull Demon King seethed.
“That Jade-Faced Princess? She’s fine for now, since she’s my sister-in-law, after all. But in about an hour, my people will deliver her straight to your wife’s cave.”
Bull Demon King’s pupils shrank.
“Someone told me: when the first wife meets the concubine, neither gives an inch. Old Bull, what do you think happens next?”
Sweat beaded on Bull Demon King’s forehead.
“Brother, brother, don’t joke! This is no laughing matter!”
“I told you, I’m just the messenger.” Sun Wukong slumped back in the chair. “You know I’m no good at scheming.”
“That Little Brat! How dare he block your path! Sounds like his hide’s itching!” Bull Demon King puffed out his chest, full of righteous indignation. “Say no more, brother! I’ll go teach him a lesson with a father’s love!”
So what if the Bodhisattva ordered it? Could a father not discipline his own son?
But when he rushed to the Fire-Cloud Cave, he found it surrounded.
A horde of fearsome demons, banners bearing the name “Tripitaka” fluttering, had completely encircled the cave. Red Boy, never having seen such a sight, simply barred the door, counting on his Samadhi True Fire to keep them out.
The two sides were locked in a standoff.
Then Bull Demon King descended from the sky.
He immediately spotted the monk leading the pack. Bull Demon King was baffled—this was the scripture pilgrim? The man lounged in a sedan, a crowd of demons clustering around him like stars around the moon. With this kind of entourage, the entire eastern demon realm might have emptied out! Was this guy really not some demon king in disguise?
Sun Wukong landed right after him, ambled over to Fang Zhiyi, and shot him a wink.
Bull Demon King started to speak, but Sun Wukong raised a few fingers and slowly bent one down. The meaning was obvious—a countdown to disaster. Remembering that his mistress was about to meet his wife, Bull Demon King cast aside all hesitation.
He swallowed hard.
“Open the door! It’s your father!”
“Ha! And I’m your father! You looking for a beating? Come on in if you dare! I’m not afraid of anyone!”
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
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?!
