Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 44 Tongtian Suddenly Awakens

Crack!

As his words fell, the youth slapped the table and stood up, his eyes cold as he said, "Why do you say that?"

He seems quite irate; I wonder which among the Immortal Clans is so devoted to Tongtian.

Chen Nuo smiled faintly, not at all intimidated by the youth, and said calmly, "Because of his own words."

"What words?"

"’Moved by the suffering of all beings, I established the Jie School, vowing to cut through a lifeline for the creatures of The Primordial World, teaching without discrimination!’"

"Sounds nice, but sadly, just a coward after all."

The youth’s face showed his disagreement, "Nonsense, you just said that Tongtian broke through The Primordial World for his disciples. How can he be a coward?"

Chen Nuo glanced at him lightly and thought, this person really cares about nothing else but Tongtian’s business—such a diehard fan.

"Nonsense?" Chen Nuo sneered and stood up abruptly, looking at the youth similarly.

"’Grabbing a lifeline for the beings of The Primordial World,’ heh, sounds nice, but it’s just fear, isn’t it?"

The youth was even more unyielding as he said, "That’s because Tongtian was defeated; he had already done his best!"

How much did he also wish to let go and fight for that slim chance of survival?

Pain showed on the youth’s dirt-covered face.

But, it wasn’t permitted; above the Saints, there was still the Ancestor of Tao!

"Is Tongtian dead? Has the Jie School been wiped out? Have all those dead followers of the Jie School perished utterly?"

Chen Nuo laughed, "None of that has happened, right? How many of those who are on the Investiture of the Gods still consider themselves part of Jie School, taking pride in that identity? They all await the day when Jie School will rise again in glory!"

"But what about their leader, Shangqing Tong Tian? He has long stopped concerning himself with world affairs, contentedly accepting the reality of failure."

Chen Nuo spread his hands, looking disdainful and somewhat helpless, "He just watches the remaining lifeline of Jie School without a care, letting all its followers live in humiliation!"

He snorted lightly, dismissively, "If it were me, I would rather not have such a slim chance of survival!"

The voice was not loud, but it struck the youth like thunder, causing him to tremble all over.

With muddied eyes and a vacant gaze, the youth muttered to himself, "Yes, what use is such a slim chance of survival!"

Chen Nuo sat down silently, drinking his wine while watching the youth daydream. Finally, as if recalling something, the youth excitedly reached for Chen Nuo’s arm.

Chen Nuo’s brow furrowed, and with a quick sidestep, he dodged.

But the youth didn’t mind, "Shopkeeper, do those from the Jie School still look forward to its return?"

Chen Nuo spouted nonsense casually, "Mhm, they long for it day and night."

He was now an Immortal; how would he know? Since he was asked, it wouldn’t be good to disappoint, so he could only say this.

"Haha!"

Just as Chen Nuo finished speaking, the youth suddenly burst into laughter. Within the mournful laughter, there was a thread of hope and joy.

He looked up, his eyes reddening, tears mixing with the filth on his face as they streamed down.

Indeed, those most deserving of giving up, the disciples, had not abandoned the glory of Jie School; how could he, the leader who made the vow, have the face to let go?

Merely with the excuse that he had done his best?

Did he deserve that?

The aura of withering and decline slowly dissipated, a sharp edge revealed. The turbidity in his eyes cleared away—he, Tongtian, desired not such a slim chance of survival!

He then turned his head to look at Chen Nuo, who seemed to be watching a fool.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, but more so grateful, disregarding his status as a Saint, Tongtian bowed and said, "Today, hearing your discourse..."

Before Tongtian could finish, Chen Nuo instinctively said, "Is better than studying for ten years?"

Tongtian was stunned for a moment; the rhyme was quite neat. Then he laughed, "Haha, right! Much more than ten years!"

Picking up his own jug of wine, he toasted Chen Nuo, "Here, drink up!"

Chen Nuo was a bit surprised. Was it really worth being so excited about? Could it be that they were hyped up by his words?

But Chen Nuo wasn’t sloppy either, he picked up his own wine jar with one hand and was about to walk off with it.

Tongtian’s face was covered in black lines. Boy, the difference in proportions was too much, and he suddenly felt that his generous gesture just now wasn’t very satisfying.

"Shopkeeper, give me one of those wine jars as well," Tongtian said, pointing at Chen Nuo’s wine jar.

Chen Nuo laughed, "But it’s ten times the price."

"No problem!" Tongtian waved his hand grandly, oozing with dominance.

The price of a meal for a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level Magical Treasure, just now one move of his hand was worth twenty meals. He had piles of such Spiritual Treasures.

"Bring another jar of wine! A big one!" Chen Nuo called out.

The drink he made from Flat Peach juice, with ingredients far superior to the Peach Blossom Brew, wasn’t easy to produce on a large scale, hence the one-per-person limit.

However, Peach Blossom Brew could be produced on a large scale, and the longer it was stored, the more fragrant it became.

Wine was always the key to enhancing the joy of a meal, so Chen Nuo decided to supply it without limit: if you have money, it’s for sale.

The Bull Demon King complied with a grunt and immediately brought out another jar.

"Here’s to it!" Now satisfied with a jar of equal size, Tongtian grabbed it with one hand and started to guzzle.

The Peach Blossom Brew, more than just entering the mouth, also flowed down the chin, soaking into his clothes.

Chen Nuo curled his lips and, not to be outdone, took the wine jar and carefully poured himself a cup. Good gracious, he spilled more than he drank—what extravagance!

A large jar of wine, consumed in one go by Tongtian. Although it wasn’t strong liquor, it was exhilarating!

"Now I actually think this is a good wine," Tongtian declared, tossing the empty jar onto the ground and laughing loudly. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Why?"

"Because of the taste, and even more because of the symbolism," Tongtian said, his voice tinged with mystery.

The peach blossom not only symbolized longevity but also harbored the meaning of unfolding grand aspirations. Chen Nuo, however, wasn’t concerned with that.

Bowing his head slightly, Chen Nuo said indifferently, "You’ve smashed the wine jar, so a fine of one meal."

Tongtian’s scruffy face instantly stiffened. This shopkeeper had a really black heart.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped himself.

His eyes shut tight, he embraced his Primordial Spirit.

Chen Nuo raised an eyebrow. Was this an Awakening?

It seemed that the effects of the Peach Blossom Brew were delayed.

At this moment, Tongtian felt as if his entire being was departing from his body, a sensation that profoundly shocked him, for even with his stature as a Saint, he could not resist this feeling.

In a trance, Tongtian seemed to see a figure suspended between heaven and earth, carefree and unrestrained, with an aura as sharp as a Longsword, so formidable he could hardly imagine.

The figure’s face was shrouded in a mist, making it unclear to Tongtian. However, upon closer inspection, the endless Tao Charm around the figure was beyond his comprehension, utterly profound.

It seemed just gazing at it for a few seconds would burst his sea of consciousness. Who could this possibly be?

Tongtian was astounded. Never had such an extraordinary individual appeared in the Three Realms and Primordial Chaos!

Even his Master hadn’t given him such a sensation.

While Tongtian was in awe, the figure moved, gently lifting the Longsword in hand.

With that, heaven and earth trembled.

Whoosh!

Beams of treasure light burst forth, shooting across heaven and earth. Tongtian fixed his eyes, his pupils constricting. They were swords, all swords!

Every sword in the entire world was converging there—countless Immortal Swords and Mortal Swords, all suspended above the sword raised by the silhouette.

"What is this for?" Tongtian wondered to himself.

The next moment, a voice laden with Tao Charm, echoing through heaven and earth, arose.