Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 420 Guidance
Nezha took the order, turned into a ray of red light, flew out of the heaven, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Sun Wukong watched him leave, feeling a little relieved.

He turned around and went back into the hall, where Yang Jian was standing beside him with a calm expression and a compiled list in his hand.

"Yang Jian, has this list been confirmed to be correct?"

Sun Wukong asked, his eyes scanning each name on the list.

Yang Jian nodded, his tone calm:
"I have checked again and again. These people are all highly respected people in the Three Realms. As supervisors, they will definitely ensure that the selection is fair and just."

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes:
"I always trust you to do things. This 'Three Realms Test' is of great importance and we cannot afford any mistakes."

Yang Jian bowed slightly, his tone firm:
"I will definitely live up to my trust."

Sun Wukong patted his shoulder, with some expectation in his tone:

"Go ahead and try to complete the invitation in the shortest possible time."

Yang Jian responded, turned around and left with steady and powerful steps, and soon disappeared outside the palace.

After watching Yang Jian leave, Sun Wukong walked out of the hall and looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the sky, still feeling a little uneasy.

He remembered the advice of the God of Land and decided to go on a secret visit again to secretly observe the publicity effect of the "Three Realms Test" and the reactions of the monks.

He transformed himself into an ordinary old man with fluttering white hair and a bamboo stick in his hand, and left the heaven slowly.

After arriving in the mortal world, Sun Wukong discovered that everyone was discussing the "Three Realms Test".

In the streets, teahouses and taverns, monks gathered in groups of three or four, enthusiastically discussing the new plan of the Heavenly Court.

"Have you heard? After the new plan of the Heavenly Court's 'Three Realms Grand Test' was announced, the selection process has become more transparent!"

A middle-aged monk said excitedly, with hope glittering in his eyes.

"Yes, it is said that even the judges are highly respected people from all walks of life, and there will be no shady manipulation."

Another young monk nodded in agreement, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Sun Wukong felt relieved when he heard this. He continued walking forward and came to a bustling market.

The market was bustling with people and the vendors' cries could be heard one after another.

Sun Wukong's eyes fell on several monks who were registering and found that they were all in high spirits and obviously full of anticipation for the "Three Realms Test".

"My dear father, have you ever heard of the 'Three Realms Test'?"

A young monk came forward with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, stroked his beard, and asked casually:
"I have heard a little bit about it, but I wonder what is so special about this 'Three Realms Test'?"

The young monk's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke nonstop:
"This is the biggest event in Heaven in recent years! I heard that as long as you pass the selection, you will have the opportunity to enter Heaven to practice, and even get magical weapons, elixirs and other generous rewards!"

Sun Wukong nodded, pretending to be surprised:

"Oh? The Heavenly Court is so generous?"

The young monk nodded repeatedly, with a bit of yearning in his tone:

"Yes! And this time the selection process is open and transparent, there will be no unfairness. I have already signed up, and I am preparing to practice hard and strive to achieve good results in the competition!"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with approval, and he patted the young monk on the shoulder:

“Young people are ambitious, that’s good!”

The young monk was praised and showed a bit of shyness on his face, but then he said firmly:
"Thank you for your encouragement, father-in-law! I will definitely do my best!"

After leaving the market, Sun Wukong continued to travel in the mortal world.

He came to a remote mountain village and found that the people there lived a simple life, but were full of expectations for the "Three Realms Test".

"Old man, have you ever heard of the 'Three Realms Test'?"

A villager saw Sun Wukong holding a bamboo stick and stepped forward to ask.

Sun Wukong nodded and said casually:
"I've heard a little bit about it. I wonder if anyone in this mountain village has signed up?"

The villagers sighed, with a bit of helplessness in their tone:

"We are too remote here, and we don't know much about the 'Three Realms Trial'. However, there is a young man in our village who signed up immediately after hearing about it, and now he is practicing hard every day!"

There was a glimmer of surprise in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he followed the villagers' instructions and came to a simple thatched cottage.

The sound of boxing came from the house. Sun Wukong pushed the door open and saw a burly young man practicing boxing with sweat all over his body.

"Good training, young man."

Sun Wukong said with a smile, with a hint of approval in his tone.

The young man stopped and saw that it was an old man, so he said politely:

"Old man, what can I do for you?"

Sun Wukong nodded and asked casually:
"I heard that you signed up for the 'Three Realms Test'. Are you confident?"

A hint of determination flashed in the young man's eyes, and he clenched his fists and said:

"Although we are in a remote area, I believe that as long as we have the ability, we will definitely be selected!"

Sun Wukong smiled slightly and patted the young man on the shoulder:

"Good, you have great ambition! I see that you have a unique bone structure, so you must be a good seedling. If you practice well, you will definitely achieve something!"

The young man was praised and showed some joy on his face. He said respectfully:

"Thank you for your encouragement, father-in-law!"

After leaving the mountain village, Sun Wukong continued on his journey.

He came to a remote mountain forest and found that there were few people here, but there was a hermit practitioner meditating.

Although this person possesses unique skills, he has no interest in the "Three Realms Test".

Sun Wukong stepped forward and asked casually:

"Fellow Daoist, why are you practicing here alone?"

The hermit opened his eyes and looked at Sun Wukong coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"The 'Three Realms Test' of Heaven? It's just their power game. Why waste time on it?"

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, pretending to be puzzled:

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist? The selection in Heaven is fair and just this time, why do you call it a game of power?"

The hermit sneered, with a hint of disdain in his tone:

"Fair and just? The Heavenly Court has always been high and mighty, how could they really take the mortal cultivators seriously? They are doing these things just to win over people's hearts and consolidate their position."

Sun Wukong's heart sank, but his tone remained calm:

"Your words are too extreme. The selection process is open and transparent, and the judges are all respected people from all walks of life. There is absolutely no possibility of behind-the-scenes manipulation."

The hermit shook his head, with a hint of indifference in his eyes:

"Father, you are too naive. I have long seen through the hypocrisy of the heavenly court. The so-called fairness and justice is just a fig leaf for them."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong said no more.

He stood in the woods, the breeze blowing his robe and bringing a hint of coolness.

The hermit's indifference and skepticism did not surprise him, but instead made him more determined in his belief.

He did not rush to argue, but slowly took out a peach from his sleeve and handed it over.

The peaches were crystal clear, emitting a faint fruity fragrance, as if they contained infinite spiritual power.

The hermit was stunned, his eyes fell on the peaches, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice:

"What is this?"

Sun Wukong smiled slightly and said calmly:

"This is the immortal fruit of heaven, called the peach. Daoist friend, you may want to give it a try, it may help you practice."

The hermit stared at the peaches with a complicated expression. Although he had prejudices against the heavenly court, the spiritual power emanating from the peaches moved him.

After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and took the peach. His fingertips touched the smooth skin and he felt a warm energy spreading from his fingertips to his whole body.

He looked down at the peach in his hand, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, and finally he took a bite.

The flesh melted in his mouth, turning into a stream of pure energy that instantly flowed into his body.

He simply felt his whole body lighten, as if all his fatigue was swept away, and his cultivation level also skyrocketed.

The hermit looked at the remaining peach pit in his hand in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

He clenched his fists, feeling the unprecedented strength in his body, his voice trembling:

"This...how is this possible?"

Sun Wukong smiled calmly, his eyes deep:

"Fellow Daoist, is this thing still pleasing to your eyes?"

The hermit remained silent for a long time, and the shock in his heart could not subside for a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong with less hostility and more complicated emotions:

"Who is your Excellency?"

Sun Wukong did not answer directly, but said slowly:

"The Heavenly Court holds the 'Three Realms Grand Test' to select true talents, not to fight for power. The peaches are just the beginning. If you are willing to give it a try, you may be able to find more opportunities."

The hermit lowered his head, looking at the remaining peach pit in his hand, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He had never thought that the Heavenly Court would come up with such a precious treasure and even be willing to give it to a mortal cultivator like him.

This created a rift in his inherent view of heaven.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong continued to persuade:
"Fellow Daoist, you may as well put aside your prejudices and go and verify what you think in your heart. If the Heavenly Court is just a power game as you said, then you will not lose anything. But if the Heavenly Court is really sincere, perhaps you can also gain greater opportunities from it."

The hermit pondered for a moment, his eyes falling on Sun Wukong's face again.

He seemed to be weighing something, and finally nodded, with a resolute tone:

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Sun Wukong nodded with satisfaction, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes:
"In that case, fellow Daoist, please prepare yourself well. The door to the Three Realms Trial is always open to you."

After saying this, Sun Wukong did not stay any longer and turned to leave.

His figure quickly disappeared into the woods, as if he had never appeared.

The hermit stood where he was, clenching the remaining peach pit in his hand, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky and made a silent decision in his heart:

"Heaven, I want to see what you are up to."

Afterwards, he turned back to his place of cultivation and began to prepare for the upcoming "Three Realms Test". However, Sun Wukong had already gone far away, continuing to look for those buried talents in the mortal world, and opening up a new path of cultivation for them in his own way.

The hermit returned to his simple thatched hut, which contained only a stone bed, a stone table, and a few yellowed bamboo slips.

He carefully placed the peach pit on the stone table, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

He could feel the energy from the peaches still flowing through his body, nourishing his meridians and improving his cultivation.

He took a deep breath, exhaled the foul air, and when he opened his eyes again, they were clear.

He stood up, walked to the stone table, picked up a bamboo scroll, and read it carefully. The bamboo scroll recorded some ancient cultivation methods, which were the result of his years of painstaking research.

Now with the help of the peaches, he believes he can reach a higher level.

The sunlight shines in through the gaps in the thatched hut, casting mottled spots of light on the ground.

A few birds landed on the eaves, chirping and breaking the silence of the forest.

The hermit put down the bamboo slips, walked outside, and looked up at the sky. It was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

He stretched, feeling the abundant strength in his body, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Three Realms Test..."

He whispered to himself, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

At the same time, Sun Wukong was flying on the clouds to his next destination.

As he flew, he recalled his conversation with the hermit.

Although this hermit's cultivation is not high, he has a firm mind and great potential.

If you can pass the "Three Realms Test", you will definitely achieve something in the future.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but speed up.

He came to a small town and landed under a big tree.

The town is bustling with people coming and going.

Sun Wukong transformed himself into an ordinary old man and slowly walked into the town.

As he walked, he observed the people around him, hoping to discover some people with talent for cultivation.

A vendor selling candied haws caught his attention.

The hawker is not very old, but he has a pair of bright eyes.

Sun Wukong walked up to the vendor, bought a string of candied haws, and chatted with the vendor while eating.

"Brother, your candied haws tastes good."

Sun Wukong said with a smile.

The vendor smiled shyly:

"As long as the old man likes it."

"I see that you have amazing talents, and you are a good candidate for martial arts training."

Sun Wukong said casually.

The vendor was stunned, then shook his head:

"You must be joking, old man. I'm just a candied haws seller."

"Don't be so modest. I see you are very agile, so you must have practiced before, right?"

Sun Wukong continued to ask.

The vendor hesitated for a moment, but finally admitted:

"I learned some martial arts from my master when I was a kid."

A hint of joy flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes:
"Who is your master?"

"My master has passed away long ago."

The vendor spoke in a low voice.

Sun Wukong nodded, with some regret in his eyes:

"Pity."

He paused, then smiled and patted the vendor on the shoulder, speaking in a gentle tone:
"But you don't have to be discouraged. If you practice your skills, you may be able to shine."

The vendor raised his head, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"Old man, what do you mean by that?"

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, with some encouragement in his eyes:

"Have you ever heard of the 'Three Realms Test'?"

The vendor hesitated slightly and nodded:
"I have heard someone mention that the Heavenly Court is going to hold a grand selection to select the best talents from the three realms, but..."

He smiled bitterly.

"How can ordinary people like us be qualified to participate?"

(End of this chapter)