I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Nuwa gently stroked the stone in her hand that was used to mend the sky, her gaze distant, lost in thought.

"Since that's the case, the ban has been lifted, and you may return."

Hongjun waved his sleeve, and a flash of light appeared on the cloud platform. The six saints swayed slightly, stood up in unison, bowed, and left Zixiao Palace.

After leaving the palace gates, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, said nothing, and their figures transformed into golden light, heading straight for Mount Ling in the Western Paradise.

The remaining four saints then rose on the clouds and flew towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Tongtian Jiaozhu lagged half a step behind and whispered to Yuanshi Tianzun, "Senior brother, does the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique really have such power?"

Is the claim of the collapse of the Three Realms too alarmist?

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned and said in a deep voice, "Hongjun Daozu's words have a profound meaning."

However, this matter still needs further investigation; the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique... may have other hidden secrets.

Laozi stroked his beard and remained silent, while Nuwa chuckled and said, "My brothers are overthinking it. It's just a technique; it's not so easy to destroy the world."

The Tongtian Sect Leader snorted, "Very well, I'll return to Jin'ao Island and ponder this carefully, then I'll have my answer."

The four sages said no more and dispersed, leaving only swirling clouds and mist, and faint celestial light in the world.

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated Taoist temple in Jiangzhou, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his body shrouded in mysterious light, his aura long and deep.

He had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the sixth revolution, and the magical power within his body surged like a mighty river, boundless and vast.

Since breaking through to the sixth level, his mind has become clear, his cultivation speed is no longer hindered, and the constraints of the Heavenly Dao seem to have disappeared without a trace.

Even more miraculously, the invisible red thread of the matchmaker no longer bound him.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a clear light flashing in them, and muttered to himself, "Red rope... Hmph, someone actually wants to use love to bind me."

He recalled Chang'e's beautiful and unparalleled face, and the feelings of attraction he once had vanished without a trace, replaced by a sense of vigilance.

"Master Bodhi, is it really you?"

Trying to use Chang'e to disrupt my Daoist resolve? Hmph, wishful thinking!

He got up, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the Taoist temple, and glanced at the cicadas pecking at food in the courtyard.

This golden cicada was entirely golden and full of spirituality. It seemed to understand human speech, and it looked up at Jiang Wang and cried out in a clear voice.

Jiang Wang smiled, grabbed a handful of spirit grains and scattered them on the ground: "Eat up, little guy. With me, you'll never go hungry."

These days, Jiang Wang spends his time cultivating and repairing this dilapidated Taoist temple.

The blue bricks and gray tiles, the broken walls and ruins, were gradually restored to their original appearance in his hands.

He was clear-headed and had already made up his mind to stay away from Chang'e and sever all possible emotional entanglements.

Down the mountain, Chang'e, the fairy of the moon palace, was troubled.

She was dressed in a plain white dress with flowing sleeves, standing by a stream outside Jiangzhou City, holding a branch of osmanthus in her hand, her gaze fixed on the Taoist temple on the mountain.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing her hair to dance lightly, and her eyes held a hint of resentment: "Jiang Wang, are you really so heartless?"
"You won't even see me?"

She had gone up the mountain several times to invite Jiang Wang down to dine with her.

On the first two occasions, Jiang Wang politely declined, citing his cultivation as the reason.

Chang'e was unwilling to give up, so she climbed the mountain again that day and pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple.

Jiang Wang was chopping wood in the courtyard when he heard this. He looked up and saw Chang'e. He frowned slightly and said, "Fairy, it's you again?"

Chang'e smiled radiantly and stepped forward slowly, her voice soft and gentle: "Jiang Wang, I know you're busy with cultivation, but surely you don't even have time for a meal?"

I've specially prepared some celestial fruits and spirit wine; I'd like you to try them.

Jiang Wang put down the wood-chopping knife and said calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, fairy. I am currently at a critical stage in my cultivation and have no time to spare."

Upon hearing this, Chang'e's smile froze, then her eyes flickered with a hint of coquettishness: "You, Jiang Wang, making excuses all the time, do you think that I, a fairy from the Moon Palace, am not qualified to dine with you?"

She paused, then suddenly lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of threat: "If you refuse again, I'll tell everyone that you, Jiang Wang, assaulted me and ruined my reputation!"

Jiang Wang was taken aback, then laughed and cried at the same time: "Why must the fairy do this?"
"I am but a rogue cultivator, how dare I presume to be worthy of the Moon Palace fairy?"

Seeing that Chang'e's pretty face held a hint of reproach, as if she really intended to stay, he could only sigh and say, "Fine, this is it. After I finish eating, I'll move away from here."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Chang'e's eyes, and she quickly said, "Then let's hurry up and go, I have already prepared everything at the tavern at the foot of the mountain!"

The two descended the mountain and arrived at an elegant tavern in Jiangzhou City.

The tavern was decorated in a quiet and secluded style, with ethereal music playing behind a screen, and the tables were laden with delicacies, all exuding a spiritual atmosphere.

Chang'e personally poured wine for Jiang Wang; the wine was clear and exuded a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

She smiled and said, "This is osmanthus wine bestowed by the Queen Mother of the West. A sip can prolong life for mortals. You should try it."

Jiang Wang took the wine glass, hesitated for a moment, and then took a sip.

The wine was sweet and refreshing on the palate, then turned into a warm current that slid into the stomach.

But after a short while, he suddenly felt dizzy, and beautiful images appeared before his eyes. His internal magic power also became somewhat out of control and surged wildly.

He was startled and looked up at Chang'e: "This wine...is there something wrong with it?"

Chang'e blushed slightly, but her eyes held a hint of determination: "Jiang Wang, I know you have repeatedly refused me because of your status as the God of Justice."

But I don't care about the rules of heaven, I only want to be with you... and be bound together in marriage.

The medicine in this wine is merely to help you let go of your worries.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang felt a surge of anger. He suppressed the surging magical power within his body and said coldly, "Fairy, what do you mean by this?"
I respected you, yet you scheme against me like this!

He was about to get up when he felt his legs go weak and his vision blurred.

Just then, a dog barked outside the tavern, making the window frames tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a clear voice rang out: "Where is Jiang Wang?"
Show yourself at once!

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, recognizing it as the voice of Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Chang'e's expression changed, and she whispered, "Oh no, it's Yang Jian!"
He's definitely here to arrest you!

She grabbed Jiang Wang and said urgently, "Quick, hide under the bed in the inner room!"

Jiang Wang frowned and said in a deep voice, "What are you hiding from?"
I'm not a monster!

"Fairy, quickly remove this poison, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Chang'e bit her lip, took out a bright green osmanthus leaf from her sleeve, and handed it to Jiang Wang: "Chew it and swallow it to cure this poison."

Jiang Wang took the osmanthus leaf, quickly chewed and swallowed it. Sure enough, he felt the strange sensation in his body gradually subside and his magical power returned to normal.

He gave Chang'e a cold look and said in a low voice, "Fairy, I only consider you a friend. Don't do this again in the future."

After saying that, he moved swiftly, using the technique of standing upright and disappearing without a trace.

Chang'e stood there stunned, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She then straightened her clothes and pushed open the door to go out.

Outside the door, Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, was followed by his hound, Xiaotian, and a snow-white jade rabbit spirit.

Upon seeing Chang'e, the Celestial Hound began barking incessantly, as if it had sensed something unusual.

Chang'e's pretty face darkened, and she raised her hand to flick out a silk scarf. The scarf grew long in the wind and instantly wrapped the Howling Celestial Dog completely.

Yang Jian was taken aback and shouted, "Fairy Chang'e, what do you mean by this?"

Chang'e sneered, "Yang Jian, your dog keeps barking at me. Do you look down on the people of the Moon Palace?" Yang Jian frowned, looked at the howling dog wrapped in a silk scarf, and then at the tavern behind Chang'e. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Where is Jiang Wang?"

"I have been ordered by the Jade Emperor to capture this demon. Where is he?"

Chang'e gave a light snort and said indifferently, "Jiang Wang?"
They left long ago.

If you don't believe me, you can go in and search.

As she spoke, she stepped aside to clear the doorway, but her eyes held a hint of provocation.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, drew his sword, and stepped into the tavern. The Jade Rabbit Spirit followed closely behind, whispering, "Second Master, this place has a strange smell; it's probably not simple."

Yang Jian did not answer. His gaze swept across the tavern, inside and out, but there was no sign of Jiang Wang anywhere.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wang had already fled a hundred miles away and landed in a dense forest outside Jiangzhou City.

He sat down cross-legged, calmed his mind, and murmured, "Chang'e...why are you doing this to yourself?"

He looked up at the sky, a resolute glint in his eyes: "So be it. From this day forward, I, Jiang Wang, will only cultivate the Great Dao and will never again be tainted by any emotional ties!"

A gentle breeze wafted through the dense forest, swaying the shadows of the trees. Jiang Wang closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, his body radiating a mysterious light that seemed to merge with the heavens and earth.

Meanwhile, in the distant city of Jiangzhou, Chang'e stood in front of a tavern, her gaze distant, the osmanthus branch in her hand trembling slightly, lost in thought.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone slabs in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple, casting a cool and serene atmosphere over the surroundings.

Jiang Wang leaned against the door frame of the Taoist temple, holding a pot of wine in his hand, but his eyes were as cold as ice in the dead of winter.

He gazed into the distant woods, faintly hearing the barking of dogs. His brow furrowed, and a nameless anger rose within him.

"Hmph, that beast, Howling Celestial Dog, ruined my plans."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, the wine jug swaying gently in his hand, the aroma of wine filling the air, yet unable to conceal the fierceness in his eyes.

Inside the Taoist temple, Chang'e, dressed in white, sat gracefully beside a stone table, her fingertips gently stroking the soft fur of the Jade Rabbit, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

She looked up, her gaze passing through the window lattice and landing on Jiang Wang. Her voice was soft yet carried a hint of coldness: "Jiang Wang, your temper is even more intense than the karmic fire of the Heavenly Court."

What's wrong? Still angry with Yang Jian and his dog?

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, took a swig of wine, and said in an unfriendly tone: "What is Yang Jian? He relies on the name of the God of Justice to cause trouble everywhere with that dog."

If it weren't for him, how could the fairy and I have ended up like this today?

Chang'e covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of reproach and resentment: "Oh, Jiang Wang, are you blaming me for not keeping you?"

Or is it that celestial dog's fault for ruining your mood?

She stood up, moved gracefully to Jiang Wang's side, gently placed her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "If you're really angry, I have an idea that will make you feel better."

Jiang Wang turned his head, his gaze lingering on her face, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Oh?"

What insightful opinion does the fairy have?

A sly glint flashed in Chang'e's eyes as she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Doesn't that Howling Celestial Dog like to sniff around everywhere?"
How about... we slaughter it, make a delicious plate of dog meat, and bring it to your lips?

Jiang Wang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter and patted Chang'e's hand: "What a clever idea, fairy!"
This idea suits me perfectly.

That beast ruined my plans; eating it will at least vent my anger.

Chang'e smiled without saying a word, turned around and returned to the stone table. The Jade Rabbit rubbed against her and whispered, "Master, are you really going to attack that Howling Celestial Dog?"

Yang Jian is not someone to be trifled with.

Chang'e stroked the Jade Rabbit's fur and replied telepathically, "What are you afraid of?"
No matter how powerful Yang Jian is, he is still just a judicial god.

Jiang Wang is a formidable character now. With him around, who am I afraid of?

Besides…”

She paused, a smile playing on her lips, "If Jiang Wang and I get together, won't you, little rabbit, benefit from it too?"

Finding a suitable husband then won't be difficult.

A hint of excitement flashed in the Jade Rabbit's eyes, and its ears twitched: "Master is right!"

With Jiang Wang around, even the Heavenly Laws can be covered up, so what am I afraid of?
However… there seems to be some trouble brewing on Yang Jian's side.

"Let them make a scene."

Chang'e sneered, "If Yang Jian really dares to come, I have my own ways to make him regret it."

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and wielding a halberd, stood beneath an ancient pine tree, his cold gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The celestial dog lay at his feet, whimpering softly, as if expressing its grievances.

“Master, that Jiang Wang is not someone to be trifled with. Just now outside the Taoist temple, I smelled his aura, and it was very fierce.”

The Celestial Hound raised its head, its eyes showing a hint of unease.

Yang Jian frowned and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wang?"
Hmph, a transmigrator from another era dares to be so insolent in front of me?

If it weren't for the sake of the Moon Goddess Chang'e, I would have cleaved him in two with my halberd long ago.

The Celestial Hound twitched its ears and whispered, "Master, I always feel that the way Chang'e looks at me is strange, like she wants to eat me."

Yang Jian was taken aback, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and he looked up in the direction of the dilapidated Taoist temple: "Eat you?"
She, Chang'e, is the mistress of the Moon Palace; how could she be so despicable?

He paused, as if realizing something, and his expression changed slightly. "However... her descent to the mortal realm today is indeed strange."

"Howling Celestial Dog, go and explore the forest, but don't go any closer to that Taoist temple."

The Celestial Hound nodded, then with a powerful push of its four paws, it transformed into a black shadow and darted into the forest.

Yang Jian then turned and walked towards the Taoist temple, his steps steady, the tip of his halberd gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Inside the Taoist temple, Jiang Wang had already made up his mind.

He smashed the wine jug on the ground, splashing the wine everywhere onto the bluestone slab, releasing a strong aroma of wine.

He sneered, a golden light flashed in his hand, and the Golden Cudgel appeared out of thin air. He said in a deep voice, "Fairy Chang'e, you wait here. I'll go and kill that beast and come back to drink with you!"

Chang'e laughed heartily and waved her hand, saying, "Go ahead, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Jiang Wang strode out of the Taoist temple, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a golden light, heading straight for the mountains and forests.

Under the moonlight, his figure moved with ghostly speed, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

In the woods, the Celestial Hound was sniffing the tracks of a wild rabbit, its nose lightly tracing the ground as it muttered, "This rabbit smells a bit like that little Jade Rabbit."

Could it be..."

Before it could finish speaking, it suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from above. Looking up, it saw a golden stick crashing down on its head!

"not good!"

The celestial dog was shocked and hurriedly exerted force with its four paws to try to dodge, but the golden cudgel was as fast as lightning and did not give it a chance to react.

Just listen to "bang"

With a loud crash, the Celestial Hound was smashed to pieces and died on the spot before it could even let out a scream.

Jiang Wang put away his golden cudgel, squatted down, and with a wave of his hand, put the corpse of the Howling Celestial Dog into his storage ring. He sneered, "Beast, you ruined my plans, this is your end."

He got up, clapped his hands, hummed a little tune, and walked towards the Taoist temple.

At the same time, Yang Jian, who was far away on the other side of the mountain forest, suddenly stopped in his tracks, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, as if something important had been forcibly taken away.

His third eye suddenly opened, shooting out a beam of golden light that pointed directly towards the broken Taoist temple. He roared, "Jiang Wang!"
"You dare kill my Celestial Hound!" (End of Chapter)