I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

On the ground, Sun Wukong did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and pulled the Ruyi Jingu Bang from his ear, then flew up and fought fiercely with the Golden Horn King in the air.

After dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye, King Golden Horn defeated Sun Wukong with all his might. He opened his mouth and spat out a banana leaf fan the size of a leaf. Holding it in his hand, he gently shook it, and the banana leaf fan instantly grew many times larger. He then swung it out fiercely.

But at that moment, Sun Wukong grinned, and a treasure umbrella suddenly appeared three feet above his head. The umbrella was covered with many precious pearls that shone with divine light, and a curtain of light hung down to protect his entire body.

The raging wind surged forward, only to vanish into thin air before reaching the light screen, as if it had been suddenly swallowed up by something.

King Golden Horn was astonished. He then desperately fanned himself with his banana leaf fan, but in the end, not only did the result remain unchanged, he also received a blow to the head.

In the critical moment, he had no choice but to raise his banana leaf fan to block, but the fan was instantly knocked away by the blow, and his body was not spared either, as the blow struck him squarely in the chest.

"Big brother!"

Before the Lotus Cave, the Silver Horn King roared and soared into the sky, but he brushed past the rapidly falling Golden Horn King and instead reached out to grab the banana leaf fan that was falling from the void.

"Whoosh~"

Just as his hand was about to touch the banana leaf fan, a chain of laws arrived first, wrapping around the banana leaf fan and pulling it to the ground at an even faster speed.

Silver Horn King suddenly looked down and saw the other end of the chain in the white-robed monk's hand, while his elder brother was smashed down next to the monk with a thud.

"You can get off here too."

At that moment, accompanied by a whisper in his ear, he felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, followed by the sensation of his shoulder being shattered, and his body falling uncontrollably to the ground...

half an hour.

As dusk approaches.

The third and fourth sisters, who had secretly run off to the human world to have fun, arrived hand in hand at the Lotus Cave. As soon as they stepped into the cave, the fourth sister suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" the third sister asked, puzzled.

"Something feels off..."

The fourth sister looked around, even listening intently: "Third sister, haven't you noticed how quiet it is up in the mountain? It's quiet in the cave too."

The third sister said with a smile, "Maybe they're all asleep? Or maybe they've gone out..."

"Whether we're sleeping or going out, shouldn't we have some little demons on guard and patrols?" Fourth Sister said seriously. "If there's a problem, get out of here!"

"You reacted quickly, but you were still too slow." A flash of golden light suddenly appeared in the dim cave, and Sun Wukong's figure appeared in front of the cave entrance.

"Where are my eldest and second eldest brothers?" the fourth sister asked anxiously.

"They're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yao and Sha Wujing escorted the two ginseng fruit spirits, whose bodies were bound and mouths were gagged, out of the stone chamber.

Fourth Sister stared intently at Qin Yao, who was speaking, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Please, Holy Monk, have mercy."

"Fourth Sister, why are you begging him? Get up and fight your way out with me. We must hurry to Yalong Cave to ask Mother for help."

The third sister summoned a celestial sword with a flick of her wrist and exclaimed loudly.

"You think you can fight your way out?" Sun Wukong chuckled, pointing at his opponent: "Freeze!"

In an instant, the third sister found herself losing control of her body; only her eyes and mouth were unrestricted.

"Fourth Sister, run! Otherwise, we're all doomed."

The fourth sister shook her head and said, "Third sister, don't take any chances. From the moment we stepped into the Lotus Cave, our fate was no longer in our own hands."

"You're very smart," Qin Yao praised.

The fourth sister kowtowed again: "Holy monk, please give us a chance."

Qin Yao said, "It's no use begging me, because I am not the owner of the Ginseng Fruit Tree, nor am I your owner. The freedom you want can only be given to you by Zhen Yuanzi."

The fourth sister immediately seized the opportunity and pleaded, "As the saying goes, Heaven cherishes life. I earnestly hope that the Holy Monk will put in a good word for us before the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

"Have you ever eaten a human?" Qin Yao suddenly changed the subject.

Fourth Sister: "..."

"Is there anything else to say?" Qin Yao pressed, interrupting his silence.

The fourth sister was speechless.

Qin Yao then flicked his sleeve, gathering all four demons into his cuff, and turned back to say, "Let's go, disciples, to the Dragon-Suppressing Cave to subdue the demons..."

Clouds and mist swirl around Yalong Mountain.

A thick fog shrouded the Dragon Cave.

In the cave dwelling, furnished only with a stone table and a stone bed, an old witch adorned with gold and silver suddenly opened her eyes and murmured, "Why am I suddenly so uneasy? Could it be that some calamity is about to befall me?"

Unfortunately, she was not good at divination and knew nothing about it.

"No, my six senses are warning me. There must be a reason. I cannot sit here and wait to die."

Before long, she suddenly jumped off the stone bed and strode out of the misty cave.

"Godmother."

"Godmother..."

In an instant, a group of ginseng fruit spirits hopped and skipped around, shouting in unison.

"Hey, hey, sweetie..."

The old hag smiled at them and nodded repeatedly in response.

"Aren't you all from the same batch of ginseng fruits? Why do they call you godmother?" Suddenly, a discordant voice came from the top of the mountain.

The old witch and the many ginseng fruit spirits looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a golden light burst out of the sea of ​​clouds and land swiftly in front of them, thus manifesting as a humanoid monkey demon with a face full of golden hair.

"What kind of monster are you, and why do you trespass on my Yalong Mountain?" The old witch glared at her and questioned her sharply.

Sun Wukong suddenly raised his finger and said with a smile, "Listen carefully, I am from Flower Fruit Mountain..."

But before he could finish speaking, a golden light suddenly flew out from the old witch's sleeve, transforming into a golden rope that instantly bound him tightly.

Even more terrifying is that it also imprisoned the immortal energy within his body.

"Hahaha."

Seeing this, the old witch laughed loudly, "Monkey, do you really think I care who you are?"
Children, take him to the kitchen, crack open his head, and take out his brain for me.

I've heard that monkey brains are smooth, tender, and delicious; my godmother is going to have a good taste today.

"Yes, godmother." The ginseng fruit spirits responded one after another and rushed towards Sun Wukong.

"Who dares to hurt my senior brother?"

At the critical moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out in the void. The group of ginseng fruit spirits looked up again and saw a rough monk holding a crescent shovel descending from the sky and crashing heavily to the ground.

"And who are you?" the old witch asked.

At the same time, just as she was captivated by Sha Wujing, Qin Yao appeared silently behind her, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the Immortal Binding Lock, instantly binding the old demon's body as well.

"Hahaha."

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying with no small amount of sarcasm, "Old hag, what goes around comes around!"

The old witch silently circulated her demonic energy and struggled desperately, only to find that the rope was like her own golden rope, tightening more and more the more she struggled. She immediately dared not struggle anymore and whispered, "Children, come and save me!"

The group of ginseng fruit spirits immediately changed direction and rushed towards their opponent. "Just in time."

Qin Yao smiled slightly, took out another magic weapon given to him by the Eight Immortals, the Demon-Slaying Staff, and struck it at the ginseng fruit spirits in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, he knocked all the spirits back to their original forms, lying on the ground and wailing incessantly.

"Who are you people? Why are you treating us like this?" the old witch asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Qin Yao caught the demon-slaying staff and gently tapped the old witch on the shoulder, solemnly saying, "Release Wukong immediately, or I will turn you back into your original form."

The old hag forced herself to calm down and bargained: "If you let me go, I'll let him go."

"Snapped!"

Qin Yao struck her on the head with a stick, forcefully reshaping her head back into the shape of a ginseng fruit.
“You have no right to bargain, because even if you don’t help him untie, Zhen Yuanzi can still untie him when he returns from the Immortal Realm. But by then, you will be long gone, and you won’t even have the chance to plead with Zhen Yuanzi.”

"What is your relationship with Zhen Yuanzi?" the old witch asked with mixed feelings.

Qin Yao responded, "We have been entrusted by them to come and subdue you."

"By the way, don't expect Golden Horn, Silver Horn, or those two female demons to save you. We came here after we subdued them."

The old witch: "..."

After a long silence, she silently recited the incantation to untie the rope, and the Golden Rope immediately fell off Sun Wukong's body on its own: "This old woman admits defeat, please treat me kindly, Holy Monk."

Qin Yao then collected it along with the ginseng fruit spirits on the ground, and then put away the Golden Rope in mid-air, letting out a soft breath: "I have finally fulfilled my mission."

Sun Wukong smiled and came to his side, saying, "If we return these fruits intact, won't Zhen Yuanzi give us four more fruits as a thank you when he comes back?"

Qin Yao said with a laugh, "The ginseng fruit tree only bears thirty fruits every ten thousand years, and we, master and disciple, have taken eight of them. Do you think that's possible?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

That makes it sound like I'm being a bit greedy.

"Let's go, let's head back."

Qin Yao reached out and patted his shoulder, speaking gently.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Inside the orchard of Wuzhuang Temple, Qin Yao was eating watermelon, bananas, and other fruits with his disciples when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura descending from the sky and falling rapidly.

As the master and disciple looked up together, they saw an old Taoist priest wearing a golden crown and with a dignified appearance descending on the wind and landing in front of the pavilion in an instant.

"You are Zhen Yuanzi?"

With his eyes fixed on the old Taoist priest, Sun Wukong suddenly jumped off the stone chair.

“Wukong, you mustn’t be rude,” Qin Yao said immediately.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand and said with a smile, "Jin Chanzi, it's been a long time."

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Now there is no more Jin Chanzi, only Tang Sanzang who went to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, then looked at the ginseng fruit tree not far away. He saw a group of ginseng fruit spirits tied to the tree with a rope. Upon seeing him, they were all excited and wanted to say something, but they couldn't utter a word.

“Except for the four fruits we ate, they are all here,” Qin Yao said gently.

"Master!"

"Master, your disciple is guilty."

Shortly after, accompanied by two calls, Mingyue and Qingfeng rushed into the orchard one after the other. The former had a joyful expression on her face, while the latter knelt down in front of Zhenyuanzi with a thud.

Zhen Yuanzi looked in the direction of the sound, finally focusing on Qingfeng's face:

"How dare you impersonate Sun Wukong, enlighten the ginseng fruit, and try to incite conflict between me and the pilgrimage team?!"

Qingfeng said with a face full of regret, "Master, I was just too envious, no, too jealous."

I, Qingfeng, have toiled diligently in Wuzhuang Temple for hundreds of years, and all I can do is smell the ginseng fruit.

The other four got to eat ginseng fruit right away, so I felt really resentful.

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and sighed, "Back then, you and Mingyue were fleeing here and were almost starving to death. I saved you and taught you immortal techniques to help you ascend to immortality. What, you think I haven't done enough and that I must give you a ginseng fruit?"

Qingfeng remained silent and lowered his head.

"Whoosh."

With a flick of his finger, Zhen Yuan unleashed a sharp sword aura that instantly pierced Qingfeng's dantian.

Qingfeng let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as the immortal energy within his body rapidly dissipated and returned to the mortal realm.

As his immortal energy dissipated, his appearance and body aged rapidly, and he soon became a frail old man.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi intervened again, repairing the injury to his dantian, and said indifferently:
"As your master and disciple, I cannot bear to kill you. Today, I will cripple your cultivation and make you a mortal again. Go now. From this day forward, you will have no further connection with my Wuzhuang Temple."

Qingfeng was completely stunned, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Master..."

"Don't call me master."

Zhen Yuanzi coldly said, "You should have died long ago. You've lived for several hundred more years. What more could you want? Mingyue, go and send him down the mountain. Let him live or die on his own."

"Yes, Master." Mingyue sighed inwardly, reached out and grabbed Qingfeng's arm, and with him, they instantly turned into afterimages and left.

"It is my fault for failing to teach you properly, which has caused you to suffer."

After slowly withdrawing his gaze, Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao waved his hand: "It's alright, after all, he didn't succeed in stirring things up. He only harmed some innocent people, who became food for the ginseng fruit."

Zhen Yuanzi took a breath and looked at the ginseng fruit spirits. With a wave of his sleeve, he removed the seal from their mouths.

"Master, spare my life!"

"Master, we were wrong..."

In an instant, cries of pleas for mercy echoed throughout the orchard.

"Who ate people?" Zhen Yuanzi asked in a low voice.

The ginseng fruit spirits all fell silent, and the vast orchard became quiet.

"I'll ask you one more time, who ate people?" Zhen Yuanzi asked, suppressing his anger.

At this moment, most of the ginseng fruit spirits looked at the four siblings and the old witch, their gazes clearly directed at them.

The old hag said in a trembling voice, "Master, we only ate a few insignificant ordinary people."

Zhen Yuanzi asked indifferently, "Besides the five of you, have any other ginseng fruit spirits eaten people?"

"No no……"

Before the old witch could speak, the other ginseng fruit spirits eagerly chimed in.

Zhen Yuanzi remained unmoved, simply watching the old witch quietly.

Feeling immense pressure, the old witch had no choice but to say:
"It is true that only the five of us ate people, but to us, there is no difference between humans and cattle and sheep."

They are simply easier to catch than wild cattle and sheep, which is why we...

Master, please, considering these special circumstances, give us a chance to reform! (End of Chapter)