"Sleepless, why are these two new Great Kings so formidable? The previous Rat King got skewered with a single pitchfork—terrifying!"
"Shhh! Shhh!"
"What are you ’shhh-ing’ for? If you keep ’shhh-ing,’ I’m about to piss myself!"
"We’re both monkeys, yet why are you so stupid? Can’t you use your brain for once?"
"Huh? Snacks? Where are the snacks?"
"Sleepless, you’re about to get killed!"
...
Nezha wasn’t like Sun Wukong; he didn’t need to turn into a little monster to coax information. Extending his finger, a wisp of dreamlike Dao Qi gathered on it before he pointed from afar at the two monkeys.
The two monkeys instantly seed to have fallen into a pleasant dream.
"What are your nas?"
"Haha, Sleepless (Sleepless)."
"What mountain is this?"
"This place is Monkey Mountain. But ever since the Third Prince ca, it’s now called Ao Lai Mountain."
Upon hearing the na ’Third Prince,’ Nezha felt puzzled. Which Third Prince could it be in this world?
"What’s the origin of your Great King?"
Although the two monkeys were in a dreamlike illusion, fear still briefly crossed their faces upon hearing ’Great King.’
"G-Great King? I’ve heard... he’s... he’s a dragon!"
"And the Second Great King?"
This ti, Sleepless, the one fixated on snacks, answered.
"Haha, the Second Great King is also a monkey."
Monkey and dragon?
What kind of combination is that?
What’s next, pairing them with a pig, a man-eating monster, and a monk? Heading to Western Heaven for scriptures?
Nezha and Guanyin didn’t harm the two barely-spiritual little monkey demons. Nezha found the two monkeys rather funny and gave each a peach kernel from a divine peach as paynt for their intel.
He wasn’t being stingy—giving them sothing better would be beyond their capacity to handle.
With a wave of his hand, the two monkeys swayed and promptly fell asleep.
The pair continued deeper into the area and saw many little demons carrying various foods inward, conveniently leading the way.
Upon entering the cavern, Nezha spotted soone familiar from afar—it wasn’t a person, but a dragon.
It was none other than his old acquaintance, the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon King, Ao Bing.
This guy had ended up on the Investiture of the Gods back in the day, even earning a spot in Jiang Ziya’s blacklist notebook. Nezha thought Ao Bing had been relegated to a primordial limbo as a wandering ghost.
Turns out Shen Gongbao had gotten him involved in sealing demons.
Now, Ao Bing was rrily drinking with a short fellow, his deanor more vicious and arrogant than ever.
"Shorty, this damn place is unbearable! Not having virgin boys and girls is one thing, but even proper liquor is missing. This swill is worse than my dragon piss!"
The short one chid in.
"Yeah, this damn place doesn’t have proper beauties—or even decent female monkeys!"
Nezha didn’t recognize this short fellow, but Guanyin did—it was Tu Xingsun, a disciple of Ju Liusun.
What were these two clowns doing here?
Seeing Ao Bing still stirred so emotions in Nezha. Back in the day, when he first entered the Immortal Dao, he had to sche and strike stealthily to get rid of this East Sea Dragon Prince without leaving a trace.
Now there was no need for such effort—even though Ao Bing’s cultivation had significantly improved through practicing the Demon Dao, Nezha’s cultivation speed dwarfed his.
No longer hiding, Nezha and Guanyin materialized from thin air.
Ao Bing’s first reaction upon seeing Nezha was astonishnt. He instinctively rubbed his eyes. Despite the changes in Nezha’s aura, the dragon instantly recognized the murderer who had killed him.
Tu Xingsun, however, looked dumbfounded at Guanyin. He didn’t recognize her, but he did recognize his Uncle Ci Hang, and a flicker of fear began to grow.
Yet, upon closer sensing, he realized his uncle’s spiritual presence was far weaker than before, and so scheming thoughts ford in his mind.
"You! Little scoundrel! It was you who ambushed back then. Today, I’ll turn you into my drinking snack!"
Ao Bing felt his past death was unfair—he believed he could’ve fought Nezha toe-to-toe—and with his drastically improved cultivation and demon weapon, he now felt confident to settle the old score.
Tu Xingsun retained the typical craftiness of the Chan Sect Immortals; he imdiately knelt and said, "Disciple Tu Xingsun greets Uncle Ci Hang."
Guanyin recited a Buddha’s na without replying. Her approach for this excursion was to let Nezha lead. Moreover, the two of them were adept at telepathy, so there was no hiding Tu Xingsun’s thoughts.
This scoundrel had actually developed lecherous intentions towards his own uncle—it was beyond shaless!
Nezha was already too distracted to bother arguing with these two; re Profound Immortals weren’t worth his ti.
Extending his hand, Nezha manipulated space, and the two were enveloped by the domineering power of the Power Dao Qi. The space surrounding them shattered like broken glass, only to swiftly repair itself.
Nezha’s clenched fist emitted divine runes, instantly refining the energy. When his hand opened again, a black orb flickering with sinister energy appeared in his palm.
This orb was both a space prison and a spatial bomb.
Guanyin cared little for Ao Bing and Tu Xingsun, but she was surprised by Nezha’s spell. She could discern his use of space power, the array, and divine runes—but the finer details eluded her.
"Junior Brother’s Daoist Skills are divine; I feel so inadequate," she remarked.
"It’s just minor tricks. If you’re interested, Sister, I can teach you," Nezha replied.
Nezha had fused the Space Dao into the Power Dao, but this didn’t an he had stopped cultivating the forr. However, the influence of the Power Dao greatly impacted the precision of his space-related techniques.
Such is the nature of cultivation—priorities must be set.
With a wave of his hand, three objects appeared before Nezha—a black staff, a steel pitchfork, and a mirror. These were the demon artifacts carried by Ao Bing and Tu Xingsun.
The staff and pitchfork didn’t interest Nezha, but the magic mirror caught his attention.
Nezha directly addressed the mirror, "Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who is the most handso in the primordial world?"
The silver surface of the mirror swirled with black mist, eventually revealing an image of Nezha with an exceptionally sinister aura.
Hmm?
Nezha casually applied pressure to the mirror, and with a crack, the mirror spirit panicked, transforming into an alluring witch-like figure.
"Master, of course it’s my great Master—you!"
"I think you’re wrong. Uncle Tongtian is slightly more handso than . Looks like you’re useless; maybe I should smash you."
With those words, Nezha applied more pressure.
The curvaceous mirror spirit broke into a cold sweat. "Master, please, no! My foolishness knows no bounds!"
A Saint—unjustly referenced—felt a sudden itch in his posterior: "I’m not just slightly more handso than you!"
"Alright, I’ll give you another chance—who is the most beautiful female immortal in this world?"
Nezha purposely angled the mirror toward Guanyin as he spoke.
The mirror spirit hurriedly took on an austere appearance, replying, "Uhh, umm, maybe, probably..."
Nezha cut her off, "I think you’re wrong. The most beautiful, gentle, and elegant female immortal must be my esteed teacher, Lady Nuwa!"
Mirror Spirit: "Ah, yes, yes, yes—it’s Lady Nuwa!"
The mirror spirit’s ridiculous antics even made Guanyin suppress a smile.
This mirror was quite entertaining, so Nezha promptly tucked it into his sleeve.
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