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

He was secretly amazed. This ginseng fruit was indeed as good as its reputation. Just one bite made the spiritual power in his body more solid.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, mixed with the whispers of the two Daoist boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, glanced in the direction of the sound, and smiled knowingly.

Sun Wukong's ears twitched, and he whispered, "Master, those two little Taoist priests are here. They probably discovered that the fruit is missing."

Jiang Wang waved his hand, signaling him not to act rashly, and said slowly, "Let's see what happens."

Qingfeng and Mingyue rushed to the orchard, their faces looking rather grim.

They were tidying up in the Taoist room when they overheard Pigsy's mutterings and became suspicious.

Qingfeng immediately noticed the extra gold pestle on the table and frowned, saying, "Isn't this the gold pestle we use to pound fruit? How did it end up here?"

Mingyue followed his gaze and her expression changed: "Something's wrong, something must have happened in the orchard!"

The two hurriedly ran to the orchard, stood under the ginseng fruit trees, and began to count them.

"one two Three……"

Qingfeng counted carefully, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper until his face turned ashen: "No, four fruits are missing!"

Upon hearing this, Mingyue stomped her feet in anger: "It must have been those Tang Monk and his disciples who stole it! Those thieving monks, relying on their powerful backers, dared to steal our Wuzhuang Temple's treasures!"

Qingfeng sneered: "Let's go settle the score with them!"

The two men stormed into the place where Jiang Wang and the others were resting, pointing at them and cursing, "You damned Tang Sanzang, leading this bunch of unruly monkeys and stupid pigs to steal our ginseng fruit! This fruit is the most precious treasure of the ancestor of earth immortals, how dare you eat it?"

Pigsy, his face flushed and neck red from the scolding, shouted, "You little Taoist priest, you're talking nonsense! I, Pigsy, didn't do anything!"

Sun Wukong leaned against the tree with a cheerful smile, picked at his ear, and lazily said, "Little Taoist, watch your mouth. There's no evidence that the fruit is missing, so why blame us?"

Jiang Wang sat to the side, slowly munching on fruit, seemingly oblivious to the insults from the two, a faint smile always on his face.

Seeing his demeanor, Qingfeng became even more furious and pointed at him, cursing, "You hypocritical monk, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? You stole the fruit and still dare to act arrogantly here!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang finally looked up at him, his gaze so calm it was unsettling: "Have you finished cursing? If you've finished, go back and count the fruit. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Qingfeng and Mingyue were furious at his indifferent attitude, but they couldn't do anything about it, so they had no choice but to leave in a huff.

Sun Wukong watched their retreating figures, chuckled, and whispered, "Master, these two little Taoist disciples are probably going to go back and complain."

Jiang Wang snorted, a sly glint in his eyes: "Tell them a complaint? Then let them complain all they want."

After the young Taoist priest had gone far away, Sun Wukong quietly got up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He was seething with anger; how could he swallow such an insult from those two young Taoist disciples? He whispered to Jiang Wang, "Master, I'll go teach them a lesson!"

Before Jiang Wang could respond, he made a hand seal, and with a flick of his hair, he created a fake body that remained in place to deal with the situation. Meanwhile, his primordial spirit left his body, transforming into a golden light and heading straight for the Daoist room.

Sun Wukong retrieved the golden cudgel, sneaked back into the orchard, and looked at the twenty-two ginseng fruits remaining on the tree, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

With a swift, lightning-fast swing of his hammer, he swept all the fruit away.

As soon as the fruit entered his mouth, spiritual energy surged into his body like a tide. He felt his meridians swell, and his cultivation level leaped from the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal to the early stage of Daluo Golden Immortal. His aura became increasingly solid.

He stood under the tree, clapped his hands triumphantly, then casually urinated on the tree roots, muttering, "Serves you right for cursing me, Old Sun!"

This scene was witnessed by Zhen Yuanzi, who was returning from the clouds. He was furious when he saw the orchard in such a mess that his hair and beard stood on end.

He flicked his sleeve, causing the spiritual energy in the world to tremble, and roared, "You impudent monkey! How dare you destroy my ginseng fruit tree!"

Sun Wukong was startled and quickly transformed into golden light to return to Jiang Wang's side, lowering his head and pretending nothing had happened.

Jiang Wang glanced at him sideways, a half-smile on his face: "Monkey, you really know how to cause trouble."

Zhen Yuanzi arrived in a rage, followed by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Seeing this, Guanyin quickly advised, "Ancestor of the Earthly Immortals, please calm down. Although Wukong acted rashly, the Buddhist sect is willing to compensate you double and ensure that your fruit tree is unharmed."

Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left, temporarily suppressing his anger.

After Qingfeng and Mingyue finished arguing, they returned to the orchard to check again, only to find that there wasn't a single fruit left on the trees.

Mingyue's eyes widened in shock. "How could this be? All the fruit is gone!"

Qingfeng gritted his teeth: "It must have been that rascal who did it!"

Mingyue pulled him back and whispered, "Senior brother, let's not make a fuss for now. Before Master returns, let's keep those monks calm so they don't run away."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng nodded and said, "Alright, let's pretend to apologize, lock the door while they're eating, and deal with them when Master comes back!"

After the two had made their decision, they came to Jiang Wang and the others, forcing a smile: "Elder Tang, we brothers were rash just now and misunderstood you all. We hope you will forgive us."

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Oh? You've figured it out so quickly?"

Pigsy snorted and muttered, "Little Taoist, your words are as sweet as honey. I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."

Sun Wukong waved his hand cheerfully: "Master, since they have apologized, let's have a meal together as a way of making peace."

Qingfeng and Mingyue turned and went to the kitchen, bringing out several plates of light side dishes.

Mingyue took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, which contained sleeping powder, and planned to sprinkle some into the dish.

Qingfeng snatched the porcelain bottle away and sneered, "What can this little bit of medicine do? It'll only work if you pour it all out!"

With a tremor of his hand, he poured all the powder from the bottle into the dish, and a faint medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.

When the dishes were served, Jiang Wang and the others, without any suspicion, picked up some food and ate it.

Jiang Wang took a bite of the greens and found them refreshing with a subtle, peculiar sweetness.

He frowned, vaguely sensing that something was amiss, but didn't dwell on it.

Pigsy ate with his mouth full of oil, Sandy ate slowly and deliberately, while Monkey King ate and laughed, as if he was completely unaware of anything unusual.

Before long, the four of them felt their eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Jiang Wang was startled and thought to himself that something was wrong, but it was too late to circulate his spiritual power to dispel the effects of the medicine.

He leaned back in his chair, his consciousness fading, only vaguely hearing Qingfeng's triumphant voice: "This sleeping powder is really powerful, look at them sleeping like dead pigs!"

Mingyue asked doubtfully, "What sleeping powder? That's not what's in my bottle..."

Before Jiang Wang completely fell into a deep sleep, only one thought flashed through his mind: These two Daoist disciples are probably going to cause some trouble again.

Since Jiang Wang returned from the battle at Wuzhuang Temple, the world seemed to have become strangely quiet.

He stood on a desolate field outside Chang'an City. The autumn wind was bleak, swirling yellow leaves everywhere. In the distance, the city walls gleamed faintly in the setting sun, as if telling the story of this ancient city's thousand-year history.

Jiang Wang, dressed in a blue robe, had a cold and aloof expression, yet his brows held a profound depth that no one could understand. He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the clouds, as if he could see the Heavenly Court above the nine heavens, the ruins of the Pixiang Palace still faintly visible in his mind.

The dispute between the gentle breeze and the bright moon had already caused a great uproar within the Wuzhuang Temple.

That day, Qingfeng, furious, held a bottle of medicine powder and questioned Mingyue why she had replaced the sleeping powder with the Thousand-Day Sleeping Powder, causing Tang Sanzang and his disciples to remain unconscious to this day.

Mingyue looked bewildered and claimed that she had never touched the medicine bottle and didn't even know the formula for the sleeping powder.

The two argued endlessly, their voices echoing in the quiet courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple, causing several cranes to flap their wings and take flight.

Zhen Yuanzi sat upright on the futon, closing his eyes to rest. At first, he thought it was just a prank by Mingyue, who was young and playful.

He slightly opened his eyes, his tone calm yet tinged with reproach: "Mingyue, when will you change your ways? If you weren't the one who made the medicine powder, then who was?"

Mingyue was so anxious that her face turned red, and she wished she could cut open her heart and lungs to prove her innocence.

Guanyin Bodhisattva came from the South China Sea, her lotus steps light and graceful, her robes fluttering, and the fragrance of the purple bamboo forest behind her seemed to follow her.

She had come to check on the condition of Tang Sanzang and his disciples, but upon hearing about the Thousand-Day Sleeping Powder, her brows furrowed slightly.

She stood in front of the main hall of Wuzhuang Temple, her gaze sweeping over the sleeping Tang Sanzang and his companions. Sun Wukong's fiery eyes had long since dimmed, Zhu Bajie's snores were deep, and Sha Wujing and the White Dragon Horse were also fast asleep.

She sighed softly and said self-deprecatingly, "I was overthinking it."

Jiang Wang is clearly dead, his soul scattered, yet I remain suspicious and paranoid.

Her words carried a sense of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

However, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly; he did not completely believe the rumor that Jiang Wang was dead.

The person's aura was unpredictable and elusive, making them truly unfathomable.

Jiang Wang paid no attention to the commotion between the Heavenly Court and Wuzhuang Temple. He had already returned to the inn in Chang'an City. He opened the wooden window and the cool autumn breeze carried the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

He sat cross-legged, and with a slight thought, the system's light screen slowly unfolded before his eyes.

Task 24 is complete. The system notification sound is crisp and pleasant: "Congratulations to the host for completing Task 24. Reward: one artist mask and one chance to draw a prize with experience points."

Jiang Wang's gaze swept across the light screen, and the description of the artist's mask came into view: This thing can change one's appearance and aura at will, and even saints find it difficult to see through.

A slight smile played on his lips. This was a good thing; it suited his low-key approach.

He then pulled up his attribute table, and the data was clearly presented before him: cultivation level: early stage of Quasi-Saint; power of law: peak of Quasi-Saint; control of spatial law: 50%.

In terms of cultivation techniques, he practiced the "Tai Xu Jing," and his supernatural abilities included "void teleportation."

"A single thought arises and ceases"

"Space Cage"

Magical treasures include the Hunyuan Banner and the Nine Heavens Pagoda.

Jiang Wang's gaze lingered on the experience points column, and the number 5798 million stirred something within him.

He can combine three regular draws into one super draw, which is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to improve his strength.

He pondered for a moment and decided to give it a try.

With a thought, four portions of human fortune surged from his body, transforming into four golden rays that merged into the system's lottery interface.

The human race's fortune was the result of his years of cultivation, and each portion embodies the beliefs and aspirations of countless mortals, making it exceptionally precious.

He closed his eyes and silently chanted, "Synthesize the Super Lottery, begin."

The system's light screen suddenly lit up, radiating golden light, as if countless stars were flowing within it.

A moment later, a notification sounded: "Congratulations, host, you have won 4272 million experience points in the Super Lottery, bringing your total experience points to 5798 million."

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

This amount of experience points is enough for him to raise the spatial laws to 100% and become a saint in one fell swoop.

However, the system's friendly reminder was like a bucket of cold water: "Warning: If the host attains sainthood, the Heavenly Dao will notice, and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun may personally intervene."

Immediately afterwards, another notification sounded: "After becoming a saint, the host will be unable to return to the human realm, affecting the completion of subsequent Journey to the West missions."

Jiang Wang frowned slightly. Although becoming a saint was a realm that countless cultivators dreamed of, for him, the overall situation of the Journey to the West was not yet settled, and rashly becoming a saint would only alert the enemy.

He pondered for a long time, and the angry face of the Jade Emperor in Heaven and the unfathomable figure in the Purple Cloud Palace appeared in his mind.

The system prompted again: "With 80% mastery of the Spatial Law, you are comparable to the weakest Merit Saint, and your strength is sufficient to deal with the current situation."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang made a decision.

Instead of rushing to prove his Dao, he chose to raise the spatial laws to 99% to leave room for maneuver.

With a thought, 4410 million experience points were consumed like flowing water, transforming into profound laws that merged into his soul and body.

Jiang Wang felt the spatial power within his body surge, as if the entire world was under his control.

With a flick of his finger, a distant barren mountain silently turned to dust, the birds and beasts in the mountain not even having time to cry out.

He then focused his gaze on the Heavenly Court, his eyes sharp as knives. Across billions of miles of void, the space of the Fragrant Pavilion suddenly distorted, and the jade pillars inside collapsed with a crash, causing an uproar among the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Jiang Wang withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself, "Now, I'm afraid I could easily defeat ten Jade Emperors who have activated the Haotian Set."

His tone was somewhat playful, yet it also revealed an undeniable confidence.

With his spatial laws enhanced to 99%, his strength is now vastly different from before. He can destroy stars with a flick of his finger and disrupt the Heavenly Court's space with a glance. This power is enough to allow him to run rampant in this Journey to the West world.

However, he also knew that the stronger he was, the more cautious he needed to be.

The shadow of Hongjun always loomed over his mind; the gaze of that Dao Ancestor seemed to be everywhere, sending chills down his spine.

Meanwhile, inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged amidst the chaos, surrounded by swirling purple mist, appearing both real and illusory.

His divine sense suddenly stirred, and he sensed a powerful fluctuation of spatial laws emanating from the human realm, vast as the sea and unfathomable.

He opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them, and murmured, "This aura... could it be Yang Mei's return?"

Yangmei Daxian, the embodiment of the laws of space, once rivaled Hongjun, but has long since disappeared without a trace.

The appearance of this power has made Hongjun wary. He tried to calculate with his fingers, but found that the secrets of heaven were chaotic and difficult to fathom.

He frowned slightly and decided to wait and see.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. (End of Chapter)