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Chapter 170 is a familiar scent.
On the third day after setting sail with Chenxiang, Xiaotianquan slowly awoke from the mountains and forests.

The Celestial Hound tried hard to recall its experience before it lost consciousness, remembering that it had lost all sensation after a dazzling bolt of lightning.

The celestial dog tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through its front leg.

The dog's legs were broken by the roadside, specifically its two front legs.

The Celestial Hound howled in despair, tears streaming down its face, its lips twitching uncontrollably, looking utterly heartbroken.

After all, it's still a dog, and it hasn't gone through the process of transforming into a human. It's simple-minded, has direct emotions, and cries when it feels wronged.

The divine eagle descended from the sky and landed in front of the Celestial Hound. Only when the Celestial Hound saw his "colleague" arrive did he suppress his grief.

Both of his front legs were broken by the roadside, and it would take at least several months to recover. If he had some medicine to heal him, he could recover in three to five days.

The Celestial Hound looked at the Divine Eagle, whimpering, pleading with it to return to the heavens and ask its master for some elixirs. With both its front legs broken, it couldn't even stand up.

The divine eagle nodded, soared into the clouds and disappeared, returning to the Heavenly Palace. In the meantime, many days passed on Earth.

Inside Quanzhou city, several people looked up at the sky and saw the silhouette of a divine eagle soaring high.

“It’s my brother’s eagle…” Jin Dasheng said.

"It went back to report the news," Chang Hao said.

"Why are you only returning to the Heavenly Palace now?" Wu Long asked.

"I didn't see the Celestial Hound, could it be..." Zhu Zizhen was a little worried.

“No, the Celestial Hound doesn’t die that easily. It’s probably just injured and hiding somewhere to recover,” Dai Li said.

The Meishan brothers met in Quanzhou City. Dai Li, who had been injured by Chen Xiang earlier, made the other four brothers wait for him for two days.

"What should we do next?" Wu Long asked.

"Should we go back to Meishan, or..."

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

“Let’s go back to Meishan!” Chang Hao said. “It’s not good to make a big commotion in the human world. If others find out, my brother will blame us.”

“…Let’s go back.” Zhu Zizhen agreed with Chang Hao’s idea.

"Then what should we do with the donkey?" Wu Long asked.

"Take it back with you."

"That donkey has already become intelligent. It was raised by Chen Xiang, so it's best to handle it properly."

The Meishan brothers all nodded, packed up, and prepared to return to Meishan.

Several people led their donkeys away from Quanzhou City. They did not ride on clouds and disappeared from sight as they walked.

...A few days later, in the woods.

The celestial dog was fast asleep when it heard a noise and smelled a familiar scent, and instantly opened its eyes.

Erlang Shen has arrived.

He walked up to the Celestial Hound, squatted down, and took out a pill to feed it to the dog.

Seeing the miserable state of Xiaotian Dog, Erlang Shen could hardly contain his emotions.

In addition to inflicting severe physical damage on Xiaotianquan's two front legs, the roadside also subjected Xiaotianquan to psychological attacks.

After knocking Xiaotianquan unconscious by the roadside, they shaved off all the fur on its head, turning it into a bald patch, making it look incredibly funny and comical, and easily recognizable among a group of dogs.

A gust of wind blew, and Xiaotian Dog felt a cool sensation on his head.

Upon seeing its master arrive, the dog began to howl in grievance again.

"I'll take you back to heaven," Erlang Shen said, picking up the dog and steadily ascending into the sky.

Erlang Shen didn't hold the defeat of Xiaotian Dog against him, but just asked questions from time to time.

"Oh, they've come too?" Erlang Shen learned of the Meishan brothers' actions from Xiaotian Dog.

"..." Erlang Shen smiled.

"Alright."

"What surprised me was that Chenxiang actually had a godfather, and this godfather was able to break your leg so easily." "When did such a powerful, yet relatively unknown, figure appear in the mortal realm?"

"What? You said that person's scent seemed familiar?"

"who is it?"

The Celestial Hound had long forgotten the mortal stone carver he had once torn apart, but the roadside had never forgotten the harm the Celestial Hound had caused him.

"Stupid dog."

The celestial dog whimpered twice; it was already used to being called a stupid dog by its owner.

"Someone I know..."

Erlang Shen pondered, going through all the immortals, gods, and Buddhas he knew in his mind one by one.

who can that be?

Of course, the most likely candidate is Sun Wukong, because Chenxiang is well aware that he has always wanted to become Sun Wukong's disciple. But if it really is Sun Wukong, Xiaotianquan would definitely recognize him.

Erlang Shen felt a surge of anger.

It's easy to fool the Celestial Dog, after all, it's just a dog.

He wanted to see just how much of a person his adoptive father, Chenxiang, could raise.

"Could it be him?"

Erlang Shen's face was gloomy.

The "he" that Erlang Shen spoke of was not Sun Wukong, but rather a being that Erlang Shen found difficult to deal with.

Back in the Heavenly Realm, Erlang Shen saw Nezha's sister, Li Zhenying, playing outside in the Heavenly Palace corridor.

After being taken down to the mortal realm by Nezha, Li Zhenying became increasingly dissatisfied with the mundane life in the heavenly realm, and her mind began to wander. At the age of seven or eight, she was at the age where she loved to play.

"Hmm?" Li Zhenying was kicking her brother's embroidered ball when she suddenly saw Erlang Shen and was so frightened that she hid to the side. She stole a glance at the bald-haired Howling Celestial Dog being held in Erlang Shen's arms and burst out laughing, but immediately suppressed her laughter.

Seeing that Erlang Shen Zhenjun was ignoring her, Li Zhenying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok?"

As the little girl looked in the direction Erlang Shen was coming from, a guess suddenly came to her mind: Had Erlang Shen just come up from the mortal realm?
It always feels a bit strange.

Let's tell him when my brother gets home!
After walking a distance, Erlang Shen turned back again.

He looked at Li Zhenying at the corner of the Heavenly Palace wall in the distance, staring at her intently for a moment. Suddenly, the embroidered ball that Li Zhenying was kicking around flew away, flying quite a distance. Li Zhenying frantically chased after the embroidered ball, running even further away...

...on the sea.

He posted a picture of the scenery at sea after he set sail on the roadside into the chat group.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Edward Newgate: [Finally out to sea?]

Roadside: [Brother Edward, yes! Sorry to keep you waiting. What do you think of the sea over here?]

Edward Newgate: [I feel as if I can smell the salty sea breeze again.]

Edward Newgate is reminiscing.

Edward Newgate: [The weather where you are is perfect for sea fishing! Want to give it a try?]

Roadside: [Great idea.]

Live chat started on the roadside...

He was live-streaming his fishing trip on the roadside in a group chat, showing other group members what he could catch in the sea.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In Impelton State Penitentiary, Edward Newgate would sleep for several days at a time, with the longest sleep lasting over a month.

Edward Newgate had no doubt that the prison authorities had spiked his food.

He saw that others in the chat group had spent several years, but only a year had passed for him.

(End of this chapter)