Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 110 Wedding

Maitreya Buddha was taken aback, lucky?

"Perhaps," Maitreya Buddha said cheerfully, it was not necessarily true that he would not get any.

If the banquet could not be held, would he not go directly to the Imperial Kitchen to eat?

As for whether it was a Flat Peach or not, he did not care, since the effects of the Flat Peach were not significant to him at his current level of cultivation.

It was settled then, he would head straight for the Imperial Kitchen before the banquet started, and it wouldn’t be in vain if he finished all the good stuff.

How could the monkey’s commotion reach the Imperial Kitchen? He simply did not believe it could be such a coincidence!

In the Netherworld, the Blood Sea Netherworld, the territory of the Asura Clan.

"Oh my, little sister, it has come to this, you might as well accept your fate," the ravishing woman said with a flirtatious smile.

Looking at the Rakshasi dressed in fiery red bridal attire, with stunning beauty that could topple cities, but eyes like stagnant water, the ravishing woman wore a playful expression on her face.

"Now that your father has sealed your powers, don’t even think about resisting, otherwise, you are the only one who will suffer!"

"I won’t marry!" the Rakshasi said with a deep, cold voice.

The ravishing woman’s red lips curved as she said, "This has been decided by our father and Lord Indra, you cannot resist it."

"Moreover, if you keep being so obstinate, father might get angry enough to go slaughter that dead bull spirit and eat it," the ravishing woman teased.

The Rakshasi, previously cold-faced, started breathing rapidly upon hearing the second sentence.

"No way!"

No matter what, nothing could happen to her husband.

"Then be sensible, or else, you know what our father’s temper is like," the ravishing woman said with schadenfreude.

Seeing that the Rakshasi stopped talking, the ravishing woman pouted, feeling somewhat speechless.

"Time’s up, let’s send off the bride to the sedan!" the ravishing woman said leisurely, clapping her hands, as several maids approached.

Ignoring the Rakshasi’s struggles and protests, they forcibly escorted her out and stuffed her into the sedan.

Seeing the Rakshasi outside being roughly blindfolded and pushed into the sedan.

Bitianda, in his grand red wedding attire, stood tall and proud with an ugly, triumphant smile on his face; he had finally gotten the most beautiful woman in the entire Asura Clan.

Feeling his mind and spirit flutter with the envy and resentment of the Asura men around him.

"Bitianda, now that you’ve got the princess, can we also..." the brothers beside Bitianda rubbed their hands together eagerly, itching to try their luck.

"Scram!" Bitianda’s face suddenly darkened.

They even dared to covet his woman—that was suicidal!

The Rakshasi could only belong to him alone; his possessiveness was extremely strong!

Even in the Asura Clan where such situations were common, it was impossible in front of him, Bitianda!

Not to mention that, he didn’t even want to spare the Bull Demon King who had taken the Rakshasi for the first time.

Bitianda swore that one day he would chop off that bull’s head and turn it into a specimen to throw at the Rakshasi!

A falling clan coveting the most beautiful woman of their Asura Clan and even succeeding was absolutely unforgivable!

He snorted coldly, no longer looking at those fair-weather friends.

Bitianda rode at the front on a tall horse; although the Asura Clan did not emphasize rituals, the most beautiful princess naturally deserved the best.

When it came to the complexity of weddings, none surpassed the Human Race, this weak species.

But Bitianda did not mind putting aside his noble status to learn the superior products of inferior species.

The bridal procession set off in a grand manner, and inside the sedan, the Rakshasi immediately threw off her veil and cast it to the ground.

"Princess, don’t take it off," the maid who followed her onto the sedan chair said in alarm as she quickly picked up the bridal veil, raising her hand to cover the bride once more.

"Princess, this is the custom, it must be followed."

The Rakshasi calmly turned her head,

"I have worn it once and will not wear it again."

She still remembered the excitement of the simple-minded Bull Demon as he carried her on his back, walking around the entire Emerald Cloud Mountain while she was covered with the red bridal veil.

Listening to the Bull Demon introduce the scenery of Emerald Cloud Mountain from inside his mouth.

She felt a sense of familiarity, she could not see, but she could imagine it.

This was a scenery different from the Blood Sea Netherworld, soothing and peaceful.

She didn’t lift the veil to look; she wanted to wait for her husband to do so, and indeed, she waited.

The maid’s face was filled with extreme anxiety, yet she was powerless, as the Rakshasi was a princess, and her status alone was not something the maid could challenge.

The venue for the ceremony was not at Lord Indra’s residence but at the central grounds of the entire Asura Clan.

"I entrust my dear daughter to your son, brother; you must take good care of her," the Asura King, At Ease Heavenly Poxun, seated in the high seat to the left, said laughingly to Lord Indra sitting on the right.

Lord Indra’s eyes held a touch of respect, "Certainly, certainly. If my boy mistreats the Princess, I’ll be the first to kill him."

He was merely one of the four great Demon Generals; his son marrying the daughter of the Asura King was indeed an act of reaching above his station.

"Haha, excellent!" Getting the response, At Ease Heavenly Poxun laughed heartily. It was always better to deal with someone who knew their roots, what was that Bull Demon King thinking!

A mere minor Golden Immortal.

It hadn’t been long since the wedding, and he had disappeared without a trace, clearly showing no regard for him!

He had been fiercely against the matter from the start; if it weren’t for the Ancestral Being giving his nod of approval in the end, the Bull Demon King wouldn’t have been able to leave the Blood Sea Netherworld!

Now that the Rakshasi had been brought back, there was no possibility of rekindling the past relationship.

Looking up, he saw the long, impressive procession—the wedding party had arrived!

Bitianda dismounted his horse with a triumphant smile and approached Lord Indra and At Ease Heavenly Poxun, saying respectfully, "Son-in-law greets father-in-law, and father."

At Ease Heavenly Poxun sized up Bitianda and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, the young man truly has an impressive appearance."

Although to outsiders this statement seemed utterly blind, to the Asura Clan, Bitianda indeed looked quite acceptable.

Over countless years, the Asura Clan had developed their own aesthetic.

Since Asura men were naturally ugly, they stopped pursuing beauty and instead sought imposing physiques.

Bitianda’s figure was majestic, standing a full head taller than the average Asura Clansman, and his features were comparatively good; he certainly deserved the praise.

"You flatter me too much, my lord," Lord Indra laughed it off, but the pride in his eyes was plainly visible.

His son Bitianda, at such a young age, had already reached the mid-stage of a Golden Immortal, something that none of his peers in the Asura Clan could achieve.

It was precisely this potential that had caught the eye of the Asura King, Poxun.

"Who would’ve thought, my nephew would become a son-in-law in the blink of an eye," Poxun laughed heartily, a perfect match bringing joy to all parties.

At that moment, the Rakshasi was also helped down from the sedan chair by her maids, her face devoid of makeup and expressionless.

The veil had never been put back on, leaving the maids anxious and clutching it in their hands.

However, even with her cold demeanor, the flawless face of the Rakshasi caused the hearts of all the Asura Clan men in attendance to flutter.

Bitianda’s expression stiffened, his ugly face trying to maintain a smile.

"Rakshasi, my lady, have you arrived?"