Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 551 Replicating the Rise of Sun Wukong

Inside the room, Fang Yu, the author of Journey to the West, couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Think about those examples in the original work. The two boys, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, were not very capable, but they carried the Purple Gold Red Gourd and the Jade Bottle, and even Sun Wukong had to go around them."

"The Green Ox Demon is a prime example. He stole Laozi's Diamond Bracelet and used it to take away the weapons of all the gods and Buddhas. The Monkey King was almost forced to go to Mount Ling to complain."

"And then there's the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monster, a bell-ringing attendant of Maitreya Buddha. Relying on his human seed bag and golden cymbals, he managed to trap the pilgrimage team until they were completely helpless."

Fang Yu became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly slammed his hand on the bed: "How high can these guys' cultivation level be? But once they have a powerful magic weapon, they can immediately turn the tables and become the BOSS! On the other hand, Sun Wukong swept through thousands of troops when he made havoc in the Heavenly Palace, but when he encountered a monster with a magic weapon, he had to call for reinforcements eight out of ten times."

He paced back and forth in the room as he spoke, "Wild monsters refine demon pills, those with official status steal their masters' magical treasures, and monkeys rob others of theirs."

"what about me?"

"Let's ask Qingfeng tomorrow and get some advice."

The next morning, Fang Yu stopped Qingfeng in the morning mist as he was on his way to his morning lessons and got straight to the point: "Senior Brother Qingfeng, I would like to ask you about magic treasures."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng nearly tripped on the steps. After straightening his Taoist hat, he glared at Qingfeng: "You haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, and you're already eyeing magic weapons?" He flicked his sleeve and pointed towards the mountain gate, "Do you think the woodcutter down the mountain would ask how to use the Blazing Fire Blade?"

Fang Yu pulled out a green-glowing pistol from his pocket.

“In my hometown, a four-year-old child can wield this, the Desert Eagle,” he pointed to the trigger, “and pulling it here can kill a strong man.”

"But I am far stronger than a child."

Qingfeng looked at the pistol in Fang Yu's hand, which was formed from green light energy, and asked, "Then why don't you just use this eagle thing as your magic weapon?"

Fang Yu laughed, "Other people's magic weapons can contain heaven and earth, but mine can barely even defeat a cow."

Qingfeng sighed, rubbing the cuffs of his Taoist robe as he muttered, "That's going to be difficult. As far as I know, the source of magic treasures is usually..." He looked around to make sure Mingyue wasn't nearby before lowering his voice to continue, "For people like us, it depends on whether our master is willing to give us a magic treasure to use. To be honest..." He tugged at his empty belt, "Neither Mingyue nor I have one yet!"

Fang Yu was taken aback upon hearing this. The pistol formed from the green light energy in his hand dissipated into specks of light. He stared at the simple cloth belt around Qingfeng's waist and suddenly remembered seeing Mingyue using a tree branch as a whisk yesterday.

It turns out that these two thousand-year-old Taoist disciples are even more shabby than Sun Wukong's tiger-skin skirt.

"So," Fang Yu's temples throbbed, "it's difficult to get a magical artifact unless you kill and rob someone?"

"Shh!" Qingfeng quickly covered his mouth, his Taoist hat askew with nervousness. "You can't say things like that!" He secretly pointed upwards with his finger. "Those lords outside the Thirty-Three Heavens hate the most—" He suddenly froze, his eyes darting to the upper right. "Uh, actually, stealing from their own master doesn't count."

Fang Yu instantly caught the key information and narrowed his eyes: "It's okay to steal from your own master?"

Qingfeng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "I didn't say anything!"

He hurriedly straightened his Taoist hat, only making his hair even more tangled. "I'll be late for morning class! Figure it out yourself!" he said, then ran towards the main hall as if fleeing, tripping over the hem of his Taoist robe.

Watching Qingfeng's disheveled figure, Fang Yu slowly rubbed his chin.

The ginseng fruit tree rustled in the morning mist, as if mocking his naiveté.

"Murder and robbery?" Fang Yu's pupils suddenly blazed with golden flames. "I have principles! Unless some fool dares to mess with me."

"What?! Some blind fool killed my cousin?!"

"Yes, yes!" "Who killed him!?"

The water ghost scratched his head. "It was too dark at the time, so I only saw that the person was a young man, and he was using lightning magic."

Upon hearing the words "thunder magic," the carp spirit plopped down on its bottom.

"Lightning magic?!" Its gills flared violently, and its voice changed tone. "Are you sure it's lightning magic? Not some kind of fire or wind magic?"

The water ghost shrank back, trembling as it said, "Reporting to you, sir, I saw it with my own eyes! When the lightning struck, the whole river lit up, and your uncle's scales were instantly charred."

The carp spirit slammed its tail against the reef with a "thud," gritting its teeth: "Thunder magic is especially effective against demons and evil spirits. Ordinary cultivators simply cannot unleash such powerful thunder magic! Could it be that a direct descendant of a Taoist sect has come down from the mountain?" The more it thought about it, the angrier it became, its whiskers trembling with rage. "Although my uncle is a glutton, he has never stopped giving me a virgin every month! And now he's been roasted and eaten by the whole village?!"

The old tortoise spirit cautiously peeked out from the side: "Master, perhaps we should... let it go? Thunder magic cultivators usually have powerful sects behind them; we can't afford to offend them."

"Bullshit!" the carp spirit roared, whipping the old turtle with its tail, sending him tumbling over. "My cousin is the cousin of the niece of the seventh maternal uncle of the Dragon King of the South Sea! With that relationship laid out before us, how could the Dragon King ignore it?!"

With a flick of its fin, it roared, "Men! Prepare the sedan chair! No, prepare the waves! This master is going to the South China Sea to lodge a complaint!"

The water ghosts looked at each other, thinking that this "cousin" relationship had gone through eighteen twists and turns, and it was uncertain whether the Dragon King would even acknowledge it. But none of them dared to provoke them, so they quickly brought out a sedan chair inlaid with seashells—actually, it was a temporary modified sedan chair that was usually used to kidnap brides.

The carp spirit flicked its tail and leaped onto the sedan chair, its fish eyes darkening: "A thunder magic cultivator, is it? When the Dragon King sends troops to capture you, I will personally watch you be skinned alive! My cousin's grudge!" It suddenly choked up, recalling the scene of the villagers sharing the roasted fish, its gills turning purple with rage, "And my offering of my virgin boy! He must pay for this in blood!"

"Let's go!"

Amidst surging waves, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals pushed the sedan chair, riding the wind and waves, heading straight for the South China Sea.

The carp spirit sat in the sedan chair, its claws gripping the armrests tightly, its heart pounding with anxiety.

What if the Dragon King thinks it's a small matter and doesn't care?
Its eyes darted around, and it suddenly lowered its voice to the catfish spirit beside it, saying, "Pass down the message: change the name of the Thunder Magic cultivator to 'young brat,' and describe the demon-slaying as a disrespect for the Dragon Clan's authority, understand?"

The catfish spirit suddenly realized what was going on and said obsequiously, "My lord is wise! I'll arrange it right away!"

The carp spirit gazed towards the South China Sea, a cold smile playing on its lips: "Uncle, uncle, I've avenged you. After this is all settled, the village you've been in charge of will fall into my hands. When we get to the underworld, don't blame me for taking over your offerings!"

Three days later, Fang Yu's portrait was plastered all over the streets, alleys, and villages.

When Mingyue handed the thing to Fang Yu, he held the portrait and muttered, "You know what, it's quite lifelike, except the hair is too much."

Qingfeng snatched the portrait away. "Still being stubborn! The Dragon King is coming after you! What are you going to do now?!"

Seeing his two senior brothers' tense expressions, Fang Yu snorted coldly, thinking, 'I'm afraid of a great demon like the Golden-Winged Roc, why should I be afraid of a mere rain-controlling Dragon King? You Dragon King aren't any better, relying on a man-eating monster as your backer. Come on! You're just offering yourself up! I was just worried about not having any magic weapons!'

In ancient times, Sun Wukong entered the East Sea and seized the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel).

Fang Yu and other delivery service providers now have amazing little gadgets!

Let's look at chapter 552.

Fang Yu fought a great battle in the South China Sea.
"Bang!" (Slams hand on table)

Old Dragon King!
(End of this chapter)