Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 85 - The truth of the matter, the bragging Tian Peng
"If your uncle truly wanted to kill me, would he have gone through so much trouble to suppress me?" Yao Ji asked softly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Yang Chan also came to their senses.
That’s right, killing me directly would indeed have been the most effective way to intimidate others.
"During the suppression, mother wasn’t in so much pain; I was merely unable to leave this Peach Mountain. Your uncle would send a Heavenly General every day to deliver food."
"However, the entire Peach Mountain had been preemptively encased in a Soul-Consuming Formation. It would only take effect after a long stay within it, and even your uncle failed to notice it. Mother didn’t want to be a burden, so I chose not to speak of it."
"By the time Erlang, you freed mother, my mana had dwindled to less than one-tenth of its original strength. Out of desperation, your uncle had no choice but to use the scorching sun to punish me, yet he failed to realize that I was already a spent force."
"So, you both know the outcome."
Yao Ji stated blandly, as if she was merely an observer.
A formation even Haotian couldn’t detect?!
Yang Jian’s pupils shrank suddenly as he realized, Haotian was a Quasi-Saint in the late stages, the kind of being whose oversight could only be attributed to a very few.
Thinking back on what mother had said earlier, about father being a person of Buddhism, everything became clear.
Yang Jian clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a cold intent, thankful that he had fought Lingji with lethal force before.
"So, don’t hold a grudge against your uncle, he had his own compelling difficulties."
Yang Jian felt slightly distressed, his face twisting awkwardly, "I understand."
After all, they had been at loggerheads for so long, it was difficult for him to suddenly capitulate.
However, in his heart, the image of Haotian wasn’t so detestable anymore.
Suddenly, Yao Ji’s soul began to disperse even more.
"Mother!" Yang Jian and Yang Chan’s expressions changed as they exclaimed in shock.
Yao Ji gave a faint smile and waved her hand, saying, "It’s nothing. I’ve just spent a bit too much energy coming out, I need to return to this magical treasure to rest and recuperate."
"Alright."
Yang Jian and Yang Chan said.
Although they wanted to continue talking to their mother, her soul had only just begun to recover, and they needed to be careful.
Yao Ji smiled faintly and then shrank back, falling into a deep slumber.
Yang Chan carefully put away the Precious Lotus Lantern.
"You’ve worked hard," Yang Jian said, looking at his somewhat haggard younger sister.
"It’s nothing,"
Yang Chan shook her head and replied with a weak smile, "It was worth it!"
Yang Jian nodded without a word, thinking that indeed the world contained such miraculous divine skills.
Remembering that he still had the Four-Turns Golden Elixir from Lord Taishang, Yang Jian quickly took one out and said, "Little sister, this is a Four-Turns Golden Elixir. Take it quickly to restore your mana."
"Thank you, brother."
Yang Chan smiled as she received it, ingested the Four-Turns Golden Elixir, and sat down to practice her cultivation technique to restore her mana.
True to the reputation of being made by Lord Taishang, even just a Four-Turns Golden Elixir brought Yang Chan’s mana back to the level of a Heavenly Immortal almost instantly.
This was also why Yang Jian hadn’t given her the Golden Core directly before.
Stretching out his hand, Yang Jian forced the excess medicinal power that Yang Chan could not absorb out of her, and it took a while before it was done, with Yang Chan’s condition fully restored.
"Little sister, let’s go, take me to the abode of that powerful figure you talked about," Yang Jian said impatiently.
This figure had not only enabled him to achieve the status of a Daluo Golden Immortal but had also granted his sister the power to resurrect their mother, an enormous favor indeed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The two, one after the other, left the ancestral hall, only to run into the limping Six Saints of Plum Mountain head-on.
Yang Jian’s face darkened immediately, "Who did this!"
Someone actually dared to run wild at the Guan River Mouth!
Kang Anyu was suppressing his pain, baring his teeth as he said, "It’s Tian Peng!"
Then, everyone took turns recounting the events. Upon hearing what Tian Peng had said, even if he had been present, the outcome would have been the same, Yang Jian got angry.
But he didn’t act impulsively. He let the matter go for the time being and decided that he would settle scores with Tian Peng after meeting his benefactor.
"Is this the place?" Tian Peng pointed at the mountain before him and turned to ask.
"Of course!" Xiaotian Dog stretched his neck out proudly and said, "Do you really not trust my Myriad Smell Divine Spirit?"
Tian Peng let out a chuckle, his voice full of disdain, "I don’t trust you!"
"If you lead me in the wrong direction again, I’ll rake you to death!" Tian Peng glared at Xiaotian Dog, his eyes filled with menace.
Xiaotian Dog swallowed, then activated his Myriad Smell Divine Spirit again, "Well, then this lord shall take another look."
After sniffing a few times, Xiaotian Dog said with an embarrassed smile, "It seems like it’s actually on the opposite side..."
Tian Peng: ...
So you really did lead us the wrong way?!
The two of them hurried on their way, making a half-circle.
"Black Wind Cave?" Tian Peng muttered as he read the characters at the entrance.
"This seems to be someone’s cave abode."
Xiaotian Dog didn’t care one bit, since he wasn’t the fighting type anyway.
"Afraid of what, you are Marshal Tian Peng! Don’t be a coward, go on."
Damn it, let’s do this.
Tian Peng also steeled his heart, regardless of who owned the cave abode. After all, he was confident he could escape if needed.
Raising his rake, he struck at the cave entrance, causing a particularly loud noise due to the enclosed space.
A Black Bear Demon, sleeping on a stone slab inside, suddenly flipped over, his eyes filled with rage. Damn it, which blind fool dared disturb his sleep?
Without a word, he picked up his Black Tasseled Spear and charged out.
"Holy shit!" The Black Bear Demon’s face instantly changed as he dodged the rake with a rolling move.
Tian Peng was somewhat startled; he was just digging at the door, so how did it suddenly open?
The Black Bear Demon, looking disheveled and overwhelmed with anger, shouted, "Hey, you’re attacking me sneakily! You look decent enough, but I didn’t expect you to play dirty!"
Tian Peng felt a bit embarrassed, but with his thick skin, he knew that now was not the time to show weakness, so he immediately turned the tables.
"How dare you, I am the Heavenly Court’s War God, Marshal Tian Peng. Noticing the rampant demonic aura, I came to investigate! To think it was you causing trouble, speak, what should your crime be!"
Tian Peng’s counter-accusation left the Black Bear Demon quite bewildered. How could he be guilty just by sleeping peacefully?
But the Black Bear Demon still picked up on the key point from Tian Peng’s words and rushed forward, his bear face showing excitement and adoration, "You’re the War God from the Heavenly Court? Marshal Tian Peng?!"
Although he was a demon with limited experience, he also longed for the larger world, and he had heard of the Heavenly Court, which was one of the top powers among the Three Realms.
A War God from the Heavenly Court, and a Marshal at that, could it be simple?
Seeing the Black Bear Demon draw near him like an obsessed fan, Tian Peng was extremely disdainful, but there was still a bit of smugness in his heart.
Who would have thought that he, Tian Peng, would be so famous.
Lifting his head, Tian Peng said with immense pride, "Of course."
Black Bear Demon suddenly remembered something and asked, "But I seem to have heard that Erlang Shen is the War God of the Heavenly Court. Marshal, who is more powerful, who is the true War God of the Heavenly Court?"
"Of course it’s me, who else would it be?"
Tian Peng replied without hesitation, not blushing in the slightest as he boasted, "Both Erlang Shen’s hands combined are not worth one of my fingers. Defeating him is simply too easy!"
"That’s why I don’t bother with the empty title of War God of the Heavenly Court, you know. When the gap in strength reaches a certain level, all these things are irrelevant—fame and fortune are just trifles."
