A master of comedy!

"Senior, haven't we met somewhere before?"

As Yang Ying looked at that face, it seemed more and more familiar. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered where she had seen that face before.

"Brother Zhou, I knew you were still alive!"

Bao Ying's voice was firm, but his eyes were a little red. His excited expression was quite different from his usual composure, which remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

"Haha, Baozi, long time no see, you've gotten even darker."

Bao Ying smiled and said, "But the heart is still pure."

Zhou Sheng paused, and the two looked at each other, both feeling the joy of reuniting with an old friend after a long separation, but this was not the right time to reminisce.

Upon hearing Uncle Bao's words, Yang Ying finally confirmed her suspicions.

Sure enough, I had seen him before.

It happened in Uncle Bao's room. When she went to steal the gavel, she saw a portrait hidden in the cabinet. The person in the portrait looked very much like her predecessor, and there were Uncle Bao's handwritten annotations next to it.

“My friend Zhou Lang.”

She immediately guessed that it was Zhou Sheng, the opera god whom Uncle Bao often talked about. They had solved a shocking case together and faced life and death together several times. They were true friends and confidants.

That's why she was able to describe Zhou Sheng's appearance so fluently in front of Yu Ruyi and Yu Ruyi, pretending to be their sworn brother.

However, when Zhou Sheng, this famous and incredibly mysterious senior, actually appeared before her, Yang Ying couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if it were all... unreal.

And...feeling guilty.

She looked down at her feet, her face flushed with embarrassment. She remembered how she had shamelessly declared in front of Senior Zhou that they were sworn brothers, and that she would have her elder brother Zhou Sheng protect him in the future...

Yang Ying wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

That senior Zhou was really wicked; he just knew how to play tricks on me. I wonder what he was secretly laughing at me for back then...

"Zhou—Senior Brother Zhou."

Yu Ruyi stepped forward, her eyes filled with excitement, and reached out as if to touch Zhou Sheng, but was stopped by a cold gaze.

That was Jinse's gaze.

Having served as the Holy Maiden of the Longhua Sect for many years, she is now a renowned female powerhouse in the world. Her aura and power are so strong that she is no longer the musician who could only play the zither. Instead, she is a demonic giant who can slaughter all heroes with a single zither tune!

The Yu sisters were intimidated by that gaze and dared not reach out to Zhou Sheng again, but their eyes were still very excited.

"Senior Brother Zhou, for so many years, everyone in our Yin Opera lineage has been searching for you..."

"We all want to say thank you."

Her eyes held both admiration and gratitude. The rest of the troupe also looked at Zhou Sheng with curiosity and worship, gazing at this legendary Yin-Yang Master whom they had heard about since childhood, whose stories were so familiar they were practically calloused.

Zhou Sheng waved his hand and laughed, "There's no need for that. I'm also a master of Yin-Yang magic. Back when we fought side by side, you weren't so distant and polite."

These kind yet slightly teasing words delighted the Yu sisters, who couldn't help but smile brightly.

It was a smile as if they had seen a hero they had longed for, which amazed the young Yin-Yang masters of the Qunyu Troupe.

It was one thing for Aunt Ruyi, but the troupe leader always claimed to be gentle, elegant, reserved, and aloof. They had never seen her like this before in all these years.

Something's fishy...

Some people exchanged glances furtively, their eyes seemingly burning with gossip.

No wonder that all these years, despite having many outstanding suitors, Sister Yu and the troupe leader, these two famous sisters, remained unmoved and even vowed to remain unmarried for life.

So it turns out there was a past connection between him and Senior Zhou. "Second brother, quickly help me kill this vixen!!"

Suddenly, Monkey King's voice rang out, tinged with urgency.

Then everyone turned their attention back to the battle between the drought demon and the monkey. Strangely enough, such a battle between earth immortals was extremely rare in the world and should have been the focus of everyone's attention.

But after Zhou Sheng regained his true form, he seemed to possess a strange magic that made everyone's attention unconsciously focus on him, even ignoring the battle between the two Earth Immortals.

At this moment, the battle between Monkey King and Drought Demon had reached a fever pitch. Monkey King, who was known for his strong physical body, seemed to have met his match this time. His indestructible body was covered with wounds and burns.

The Empress's strength is roughly on par with that of the Monkey King, but this place is located in the Kunlun Tomb, which is her home ground. The spiritual energy of the Kunlun Mountains flows into her body at all times, so even if she is injured, she can recover quickly.

Monkey King had pushed the Way of Battle to its limit, and every move he made possessed the divine power to move mountains and fill seas. He even shook the majestic Kunlun Mountains, causing the earth's veins to continuously crack and the gravel in the tomb to fall like rain, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

However, this tomb is no ordinary one. The stone walls are covered with mysterious array patterns, and it is also the source of the spiritual energy of the entire Kunlun Mountains. It is as solid as black iron, otherwise it would have been broken through by Monkey King long ago.

Having lost his most reliable iron rod, and with Fa Tian Xiang Di unable to defeat his opponent in time, Monkey King's magical power was rapidly depleting, so he called for Zhou Sheng's help.

Everyone present, including Jinse who had survived three heavenly tribulations, except for Zhou Sheng, was not qualified to participate in this great battle.

In battles between Earth Immortals, only those in the Earth Immortal Realm can intervene.

"Brother Monkey, be careful, I'm here to help you."

Zhou Sheng looked at the Empress, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Don't you like listening to the Eight Immortals Celebrating Longevity?"

"Then I, Zhou, will sing it for you again."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand, and Yazi transformed into a banana leaf fan. At the same time, he walked with the momentum of stepping on clouds, slowly waving the fan three times, exuding an air of Taoist immortality.

"A whirlwind of change unfolds beneath the fan—"

"First, let the Demon Lord taste the sea soup!"

Using the art of yin magic, Zhongli Quan sang, and with a wave of his banana leaf fan, he stirred up a phantom image of towering waves, which crashed down on the drought demon.

Boom!

Although what was fanned out were illusory images of ocean waves, the crashing waves produced a distinct sound. The vast ocean instantly submerged half of the tomb, extinguishing much of the fire energy swirling around the drought demon.

The Empress was furious. Sensing the weakening of the fire energy, she tried to burn the seawater dry, but in her distraction, she was punched on the head by Monkey King and staggered a few steps.

Meanwhile, on the water's surface, Zhou Sheng took lotus-like steps, made orchid-like gestures, and changed his operatic singing style once more.

"Who can filter the turbid world? Behold, the clear waves refine crystal!"

Above the water, a lotus flower phantom emerged gracefully, radiating boundless clear light and flowing with the Nine Palaces Forbidden Pattern, swallowing the drought demon like a living creature.

A moment later, the drought demon broke free from the lotus flower, but its indestructible body was now covered in bloody welts.

"The clouds of sorrow are blown away to reveal the azure sky, and only the waves of the sea rise like jade dragons!"

Zhou Sheng's opera singing style changed again, becoming as clear and melodious as a jade flute, played slowly.

On the azure waves, as the opera arias resounded, twelve water dragons rose up, each lifelike and hundreds of feet long, possessing awe-inspiring divine power, as they bit towards the drought demon.

Han Xiangzi's jade flute transforms into a dragon!
Then Zhou Sheng took one step at a time, singing the songs of the Eight Immortals in a short period of time.

Zhang Guolao's backward riding trick, Lan Caihe's clever flower formation, Tieguai Li's gourd spewing real fire, Cao Guojiu's clapping with thunder, and finally Lü Dongbin's sword to collect all magic!
The Eight Immortals offer birthday wishes, then send you on your journey to the West! (End of Chapter)