Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Ye Feng stepped onto Flower Fruit Mountain and looked around with curiosity in his eyes.

Having only seen this place in images in my previous life, I naturally want to see what makes this spiritually beautiful land, known as the "ancestral vein of ten states and the source of three islands," so extraordinary.

Believe it or not, even though it's late autumn, the place is still lush and green, like spring all year round, with branches laden with fruit and full of vitality.

In the distance, a waterfall cascades down from the sky, crashing into a pool and transforming into a stream that meanders around the mountainside, creating a naturally beautiful scene, like a fairyland.

What concerned him even more was that the entire mountain was filled with spiritual energy, no less than that of Fangcun Mountain.

No wonder the monkeys here are all intelligent and live much longer than ordinary animals.

Take this old monkey in front of him, for example. Ye Feng glanced at it and immediately made a judgment—it had lived for at least forty years, more than twice as long as an ordinary monkey. Even in its old age, its breath was still deep and long, and it would not be difficult for it to live for several more decades.

This is all due to the nourishing power of the spirit of heaven and earth.

Ye Feng heard their conversation clearly, and his thoughts returned to their own.

Suddenly I remembered that this scene did exist in the original work—when Sun Wukong first returned to Flower Fruit Mountain, he found that his people had been mistreated and angrily launched a campaign against them.

That troublesome demon seems to be called... the Mischievous Demon King?

Yes, that should be the name, right?

Upon hearing the old monkey's words, Wukong was instantly enraged, his anger blazing. He roared, "You ignorant fool, how dare you bully me! Tell me, where does that fellow live? How far is he from here?"

The old monkey hurriedly replied, "That demon king lives at the foot of the due north mountain, but it's hard to say exactly how far away. He comes riding on clouds and leaves shrouded in mist, making it difficult for us mortals to discern him."

Wukong snorted coldly and stopped asking questions: "Fine, you stay here, I'll be right back."

Before he could finish speaking, he was about to leap north when he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Ye Feng: "Senior brother, I'll be back in a moment. You should go to the Water Curtain Cave and rest for a while."

Then he said to the old monkey in a deep voice, "Bring my senior brother into the cave. Provide him with the best tea and food. Remember—this is my own senior brother. Treat him as you would treat yourself. Do not neglect him in the slightest!"

The old monkey had long sensed Ye Feng's extraordinary bearing, but dared not speak rashly because Wukong had not introduced him.

Upon hearing this, he immediately knelt and bowed, saying, "It is my elder brother, the King, who has arrived! I was blind and rude. Please come into the cave and take a seat!"

Wukong frowned and scolded, "What immortal? From now on, my senior brother will reside on Flower Fruit Mountain and shall be called 'Great King'!"

Upon hearing this, all the monkeys were awed and responded in unison, changing their address to "Great King".

Ye Feng waved his hand and chuckled, "I've been in seclusion on Fangcun Mountain for many years, and I'm getting restless. Since someone who's not afraid of death has delivered themselves to my doorstep, I'll accompany you."

When Wukong saw him smile, he felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly remembered that when they were in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, this senior brother, although he cultivated in a low-key manner, was a notoriously ruthless character. He had only become slightly gentler in recent years due to his cultivation of his mind.

Now that he's back in the game... that troublemaker will probably be reduced to ashes.

Since Ye Feng insisted on going with him, Wukong no longer refused.

The two ordered the monkeys to stay and guard the Water Curtain Cave, then leaped into the clouds and headed straight north.

Huaguo Mountain is not a small place; it is actually a fairy island in the East China Sea, with crisscrossing mountain ranges and continuous peaks.

Besides the Water Curtain Cave, there are many other demon kings entrenched in various places, some of whom are tigers, leopards, jackals, or wolves, while others have unique bloodlines, extraordinary talents, and supernatural abilities.

Before he learned his skills, Wukong merely occupied the Water Curtain Cave, leading a group of wild monkeys and barely becoming king. He hadn't even subdued all the apes in the mountain.

According to Ye Feng's memory, when Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he only had four capable generals by his side—Marshals Ma and Liu, and Generals Beng and Ba.

These four monkeys are not ordinary species; they are the Red-bottomed Macaque and the Long-backed Ape, two of the Four Great Spiritual Monkeys, possessing innate supernatural abilities and astonishing combat power.

But now that I have returned, I cannot find him anywhere.

Although the monkey population is currently thriving, most of them are of mediocre quality, and it is clear that they have not yet recruited those four fierce generals.

This is quite common. Huaguo Mountain is a place of spiritual beauty, which easily fosters intelligence, hence the abundance of spirits and monsters.

Besides the Water Curtain Cave, there are seventy-two other demon king caves, each occupying a mountain and dominating its own territory. They are not convinced of each other's authority and often fight each other over territory.

In the past, Wukong could only cower in the Water Curtain Cave, unable to even reach the threshold of the seventy-two demon kings.

However, that is in the past.

Now that Wukong has returned with his skills, his cultivation is so great that he is virtually unmatched in the entire Flower Fruit Mountain. It is only a matter of time before he can rule over all the demons.

And the first step on this path of unification begins with this troublesome devil right before our eyes.

The two rode the clouds and flew over several mountain ranges, traveling hundreds of miles, before finally stopping at the foot of a precipitous mountain.

The mountain peaks resembled sharp swords piercing the sky, while the valleys were deep, winding, and shrouded in mist.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a cave dwelling, with a stagnant pool of water in front of it filled with white bones, emitting a pungent stench.

Several little demons wearing tattered armor were frolicking lazily by the pool.

The two figures landed and appeared, startling the lesser demons. They hurriedly raised their steel forks and hissed, "Hey! Who dares to trespass into my Great King's cave!"

Ye Feng glanced at them and knew that these little demons had shallow cultivation, no different from the monkeys in the Water Curtain Cave, and were far from the true path of cultivation.

Although he made a threatening gesture, his eyes were dull and unfocused, indicating that he was not enlightened on his own, but was probably forcibly enlightened.

Wukong stepped forward and sneered, "I've come to see your king!"

I am the master of the Water Curtain Cave in the south. That arrogant demon king of yours has repeatedly humiliated my descendants. Today I have come to demand justice—tell him to come out and face his death!

Upon hearing this, the little demon was terrified and scrambled into the cave, shouting as he ran, "My lord! Something terrible has happened! My lord! Our enemies have come!"

Before long, the sound of footsteps echoed in the cave, and a figure strode out—a blue-faced, fanged man clad in armor, wielding a large, golden-ringed sword.

Ye Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he saw through it at a glance: the knife was stained with demonic energy and was indeed a magic weapon, but its aura was mixed and chaotic, and it was extremely crude.

In contrast, the demon king himself exuded a relatively calm aura.

Deep within Ye Feng's eyes, two clusters of golden flames quietly ignited—this was a divine ability he gained from cultivating the "Chaos Golden Crow Technique," named "Golden Crow Divine Eyes."

After achieving success, one can perceive all phenomena in the universe, leaving no place unseen in the highest heavens and deepest abysses.

"Early stage of Earth Immortal".

As the golden flames subsided, Ye Feng had already made up his mind.

Within the territory of Flower Fruit Mountain, this mischievous demon king was somewhat capable, but compared to himself and that monkey, he was far inferior.

He immediately lost interest and instead looked around at the terrain of the mountain range.

As soon as the mischievous demon king appeared, his gaze fell on Ye Feng and the monkey. At first, when he heard that a Taoist priest had brought the monkey king with him, he felt a chill in his heart.

He was not originally a native demon of Dongsheng Shenzhou, but rather a wanderer from Xiniu Hezhou.

He came here to settle down because he had been bewitched by a peerless demon king who said that Flower Fruit Mountain was a blessed land bestowed by heaven and that there were no powerful demon kings occupying it.

Having settled here for only two years, he found that the place was indeed spiritually rich and abundant in resources. What was even more remarkable was that although there were seventy-two demon kings in the caves, most of them were no match for him; even the slightly stronger ones were far inferior to him.

He was secretly delighted, convinced that the demon king's words were true, and decided to stay there permanently.

Later, captivated by the stunning scenery of the Water Curtain Cave, he became greedy and attempted to forcibly seize it, capturing many monkeys to coerce them into submission. However, only a few days later, the Monkey King came knocking on his door.

Now that they were outside the cave, seeing Ye Feng's calm expression, unlike that of a menacing figure, and noticing the monkey's small stature, they felt somewhat relieved and sneered, "Which one of you is the leader of the Water Curtain Cave?"

The monkey took a step forward: "Your grandpa is me!"

The Mischievous Demon King laughed loudly: "Who do we have here? It's just a little monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, less than five feet tall, yet you dare to break into my cave seeking revenge?"

If you're smart, you'll give up your cave, and maybe I'll spare your body.

Otherwise, I will chop you down with one stroke, skin you alive, and pull out your tendons, so that tonight I can make a bowl of monkey brain soup.

Upon hearing this, the monkey, enraged, laughed: "What an arrogant fool! Enough with your nonsense, prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on the enemy with his bare hands.

The Demon King sneered, swung his steel blade horizontally, black energy swirling around the blade, and slashed down with a chilling wind.

But the monkey moved with lightning speed, darting close to his arms and throwing a punch.

Despite his small stature, his punch contained the power to split mountains and cleave seas. The Demon King of Chaos groaned, his eyes suddenly turning blood red, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom!" A deafening roar shook the heavens as his massive body slammed into the rock wall, creating a deep crater, with rubble tumbling down in a shower.

The little demons who had been cheering them on were terrified when they saw this, screaming and scattering in all directions, not caring whether their king was alive or dead.

After a long while, the Demon King finally crawled out of the ruins, trembling, with blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The monkey grinned and beckoned to him with its finger: "Come on, let's keep fighting."

The Demon King, enraged, muttered a spell and swung his greatsword. In an instant, a chilling wind howled and blood mist rose.

A faint blood-red shadow emerged from the mist, almost transparent, yet exuding a nauseating stench, and hurtled straight toward the monkey.

"Um?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Asura aura?"

He was slightly curious about the origins of this demon.

The monkey was shrouded in blood mist, its eyes slightly glazed, as if it had fallen into an illusion. It was then struck by a blood shadow, and its face turned slightly pale.

"Achoo!"

A sneeze exploded like thunder, a gale suddenly swept through the air, and the trees swayed like waves, instantly blowing away the blood mist.

The Demon King's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror.

The steel knife in his hand was a magic weapon, given to him by the demon king when he left Xiniu Hezhou. It helped him defeat powerful enemies time and time again. How could it be of no use to this monkey today?

"Monkey, stop fooling around," Ye Feng suddenly spoke up. "Let's finish this quickly and not waste time."

Ye Feng had already seen through the tricks of this troublemaker—he was just an ordinary demon king at the Earth Immortal realm.

Only that knife had some merit, faintly revealing the aura of Asura bloodline.

The Asura race is an ancient race. Legend has it that after Pangu perished in the beginning of time, a boundless sea of ​​blood was born in the depths of the Netherworld, formed by the gathering of the turbid energy of heaven and earth.

This vast and boundless sea gave birth to a primordial deity, possessing great supernatural powers, known as the Ancestor of the Styx River.

In the primordial era, he collected wandering souls and merged them into the Blood Sea, creating the Asura race, who were inherently fierce and bloodthirsty, and enemies of all living beings.

Now, in the era of Journey to the West, the Blood Sea has long been silent, and the Styx Ancestor has not left the mountain for a long time.

But the remnants of the Asura lineage still roam the Three Realms.

After the Investiture of the Gods, Western religion flourished, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, widely saving evil spirits.

The term "evil spirit" often refers to Asura.

Later, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great vow, entered the Yin Mountain of Hell, and chanted sutras day and night without ceasing, eventually incorporating a small portion of the sea of ​​blood into the Buddha's light. Countless Asuras were moved and converted, transforming into one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the guardians of Buddhism.