Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 109: Then Never Return!

"I’ve already prepared everything for you. The Flat Peach Banquet is the grandest event in the Three Realms, and we’ll definitely do our utmost to make it a success," the Immortal Attendant greeted with an enthusiastic smile.

Leading Sun Wukong to the back, they saw rows of iron pots arranged on the ground, identical to the ones Chen Nuo used.

The only difference was that Chen Nuo’s was made of copper, whereas these were made of iron.

"Not bad, not bad," Sun Wukong expressed his satisfaction with a nod.

With everything ready, let all the gods and immortals attending the banquet in the Three Realms look forward to tomorrow.

"I’m heading home, why are you still following me?" The Bull Demon King said while flying in the sky, speaking to the leisurely Roc Demon King beside him.

The Roc Demon King’s face showed a hint of disdain: "I didn’t want to have to carry you at all. Dad is always nagging, it’s so annoying."

"Better to go to Niu’s place and ask for some wine to drink."

The Bull Demon King laughed: "That is the expectation that the Kunpeng elder has for you."

Then, glancing at the fluttering wings on the Roc Demon King’s back, envy appeared on the Bull Demon King’s face.

"Brother, your divine skill is really convenient, not only does it consume less energy, but it’s also faster," he said.

Upon hearing this, the Roc Demon King was even more proud: "That’s right. You should have seen the dumbfounded look on my dad’s face when I first showed off my divine skills. I almost died laughing."

"Check out this speed!"

The wings of the Roc Demon King sped up in an instant, overtaking the Bull Demon King, and in the next moment, he slowed down to land behind the Bull Demon King, circling around him.

The Bull Demon King’s face turned into a scowl and he swooped down abruptly, thinking to himself, you could just say you’re fast, why use such an infuriating method, truly exasperating!

He stopped and flew straight toward the ground.

The Roc Demon King was startled: "Hey, where are you going?"

"You fly if you want, I’m home," came the Bull Demon King’s annoyed voice from below.

The two demons landed in front of the cave abode on Emerald Cloud Mountain, the Bull Demon King’s smiling face turning rigid in an instant.

"What’s wrong, Niu?" The Roc Demon King was very surprised.

"The Asura Clan!" The Bull Demon King said somewhat guiltily.

The Roc Demon King was taken aback: "Asura? Isn’t that your wife’s clan? What’s the problem?"

"Someone from the Asura Clan has come." Being married to an Asura Clanswoman, the Bull Demon King was most sensitive to this type of aura.

Without a word, he quickly walked toward the cave and banged on the door, which opened without any resistance.

The Bull Demon King entered without saying a word, and the Roc Demon King, also sensing something was amiss, hurriedly followed.

As they entered the hall, the aura of the Asura grew denser, and an inexplicable anxiety gripped the Bull Demon King’s heart.

Could it be that my father-in-law has sent people? Is Shanshan unhappy and wants to return to her maternal home?

So she called so many people from the Asura Clan to fetch her?

With increasing anxiety, he quickened his pace.

Just as he reached the center of the cave, the Bull Demon King saw several little demons weeping and rushing toward him, kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, it’s terrible! The lady, the lady has been kidnapped by the Asura!"

From initial unease to stupefaction, the Bull Demon King’s face turned to urgency, but he caught the key point in the little demon’s words.

Kidnapped!

"Clarify!"

"What exactly happened?"

The little demon stumbled to his feet, sobbing as he spoke: "The Asura Clan came with many people and broke in forcefully; they kidnapped the lady."

Shanshan was kidnapped?

The Bull Demon King’s eyes bulged with fury, "Who were the intruders, what is their cultivation level?"

The little demon shook his head: "I don’t know. The leader was a woman, and she didn’t seem as powerful as the lady."

"Then why was the lady kidnapped?"

"Doesn’t the lady have the Banana Fan?"

The Bull Demon King’s questions came one after another, he was truly desperate.

"But they resorted to despicable means, poisoning the water, and my lady was simply carried off, and that woman even said..."

"What did she say?" roared the Bull Demon King as he grabbed the little demon’s shoulder, lifting him up.

"She, she also said," the little demon continued, wincing in pain, "that they intended to betroth my lady to Indra’s son."

What!

The Bull Demon King’s eyes turned blood red in an instant, his hands clenched tighter and tighter.

With a crunching sound, the little demon’s shoulders were pinched, and he cried out in pain, "Great King, spare my life, please!"

"When did they leave?"

"Just yesterday!"

After a long silence, the Bull Demon King clenched his fists and said solemnly, "Brother, forgive me for not being able to keep drinking with you."

"Wei, I have other matters to attend to!"

The Roc Demon King, who had seen everything, looked worried, "Brother, are you truly going?"

"Go!"

The Bull Demon King’s voice was brief but determined.

"But that’s the Netherworld!" the Roc Demon King hesitated to say.

The Netherworld was not just about the Ten Kings of Hell as it appeared on the surface; with the Asura Clan, Buddhist Ksitigarbha, and intricate forces involved, even a common Daluo Golden Immortal would need to be cautious, let alone a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"What of the Netherworld? Have I not also gone to the Heavenly Court?" The Bull Demon King’s voice had calmed down.

But if one listened carefully, they could feel the suppressed rage to its extreme.

"What if you cannot speak?" asked the Roc Demon King, looking at the Bull Demon King’s tall silhouette.

"Then fight!"

"And if you don’t come back?"

The Bull Demon King stopped in his tracks, not showing a hint of vulgarity, instead responding even more resolutely, "Then I shall never return!"

If he could not take back his own woman, could he live up to being a Demon King or deserve to be the mount of a Saint, to honor Shanshan’s love for him?

If there is no road in the Blood Sea, I will break through; if there is no life in the Netherworld, I will step out the door to life!

Turning his head towards the Roc Demon King, the Bull Demon King said earnestly, "Brother, you should head back first."

He wasn’t certain what this journey would entail, but he knew he couldn’t let his close brother accompany him into the unknown.

With a feigned hearty laugh, he said, "Wait until I bring your sister-in-law back, then I’ll come find you to drink."

Looking up and down at the Bull Demon King, the Roc Demon King’s sharp eyes seemed as if they wanted to see right through him, but the Bull Demon King remained unflustered, still exuding his bold and generous demeanor.

The Roc Demon King smiled slightly, stepped forward, and said nonchalantly, "Alright, then I shall eagerly await Brother Niu’s invitation."

His voice was casual as he left the Bull Demon King’s cave abode.

The Bull Demon King didn’t say another word but felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. This was the best course of action, wasn’t it?

He, too, didn’t want Elder Roc to get caught up in this.

With eyes tightly closed, he took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had changed!

Heavy, tyrannical, with a cold gaze and hidden killing intent.

Clasping his Mixed-Iron Staff, he gripped it hard as if he intended to leave marks upon the weapon.

Today, he, the Bull Demon King, would set foot in the Netherworld’s Blood Sea to take back his wife!

Spirit Mountain.

" Buddha Ancestor, would you like to have dinner?" asked an attending bhikshu respectfully, looking at the figure on the bed — a plump, jovial figure more cheerful than solemn.

Maitreya Buddha shook his large head merrily, "No need."

His chubby hands patted his belly, making a sound like thumping a ripe watermelon.

"Tomorrow is the Flat Peach Banquet; I have to save room in my stomach."

Envy shone in the eyes of the attending bhikshu.

"Your luck is truly great, Buddha Ancestor, only you were chosen."