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

However, judging from the shallow cultivation of this person in front of him, he probably can't even get close to a true Asura.

Ye Feng had no interest in him and didn't want to waste any more time. This kind of guy wasn't even worthy of being used as practice.

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the monkey responded softly. He had been studying magic under the Bodhi Patriarch, but had little practical experience. He had originally intended to use the opportunity of encountering a demon king to test his newly acquired supernatural powers and hone his skills.

But since Ye Feng had no intention of delaying, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.

He clenched his fist, a smirk playing on his lips, and declared loudly, "You fiend, taste this punch from me, Old Sun, and I'll send you on your way!"

After saying that, he struck a pose, as if gathering strength and preparing for battle.

The Demon King was terrified at the sight. He had already sensed the vast difference in strength between them and was filled with dread. He immediately abandoned all pretense of dignity, kneeling and kowtowing repeatedly: "Your Majesty, spare me! I was out of my mind and acted rashly against your men. Those captured monkeys and their offspring are still in the cave. I'll release them immediately, I'll release them immediately!"

The monkey snorted coldly, its face full of disdain, and slowly stepped forward, saying, "Begging for mercy now? Don't you think it's too late?"

The Demon King, trembling, continued, "To tell you the truth, I was also misled—instigated by a demon king, which is why I dared to come here to provoke you. If you kill me, fine, but he has become my sworn brother. If he learns of my death, he will surely come to avenge me. At that time, even if you have some skills, you will not escape your fate. Why make an enemy for nothing?"

The monkey's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Are you trying to scare me, Old Sun?"

The demon king did not answer, his eyes flickering, but he was already plotting his escape.

At this moment, Ye Feng stepped forward and asked calmly, "Who exactly is this Demon King you mentioned? Does he have a name?"

The Mischievous Demon King hurriedly replied, "This demon's fame is widespread; he is a renowned and unparalleled demon king of Xiniu Hezhou, known as the Mighty Bull Demon King—have you two heard of him?"

"Hmm." Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

In fact, ever since he saw the Asura Blade, he had already had some guesses in his mind, and now that he heard the other party say it himself, he was even more certain.

Unexpectedly, the Bull Demon King was involved behind the scenes.

His mind raced, and all the secrets of Journey to the West that he knew in the past instantly connected together, and the whole picture gradually became clear.

In that split second, the Demon King suddenly sprang up, roared, and slammed his palm into the ground!

The surging demonic power exploded with a deafening roar, causing the earth to tremble and the entire earth's crust to surge like waves, rushing straight towards the monkey and Ye Feng.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he immediately conjured a demonic wind and fled for his life.

The demon race originally transformed from wild beasts, unrestrained by etiquette and law, and unaware of the concept of "those who surrender will not be killed." Although he bowed his head and begged for mercy, he dared not entrust his life to the mercy of others, and he would do everything in his power to save the day if there was even the slightest chance.

"What a cunning scoundrel! He dares to feign surrender!"

The monkey flew into a rage, its feet stomping, releasing an invisible force from its body. The scattered rocks, before they could even reach it, froze in mid-air. Just as it was about to give chase, an arm blocked its path.

Looking back, it was Ye Feng.

"Senior brother, why won't you let us chase them?" the monkey frowned.

Ye Feng remained calm, glanced in the direction they had fled, and said softly, "No need."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly tapped his fingertip, and a golden flame floated out, transforming into a golden raven that cried out and spread its wings to chase after it.

He then turned and walked towards the cave, saying calmly, "Let's go, first rescue your monkey troop, then go back to the Water Curtain Cave."

……

Meanwhile, that troublemaker seized the opportunity to ride a gust of demonic wind and fled westward for his life.

He exerted all his strength, even the last drop of his wits, while constantly looking back, afraid that someone was chasing after him.

He ran a thousand miles in one breath, and when he saw no trace of the pursuers, he finally felt a little relieved.

Slowing down slightly, a bitter resentment welled up within him: "I thought this place was a blessing from heaven, a place I could claim and enjoy to the fullest. Who knew that some damned beast with a thunderous mouth would appear out of nowhere and ruin my plans! I'd better return to Xiniu Hezhou for now, find my sworn brother, the Bull Demon King, and ask for his help before we come back and wipe out this bunch of rascals!"

Thinking of this, I felt a little relieved.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, a mournful cry was heard, like the lament of a lost bird, echoing through the heavens.

Immediately afterwards, golden light appeared on the clouds on the horizon, as if a blazing sun had burst forth from the sky, so bright that he hurriedly covered his eyes.

A wave of heat hit him, and the Demon King sensed something was wrong, hastily dodging. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a golden raven swoop past him.

The bird was enveloped in golden flames, as hot as a fireball, resembling a miniature sun.

Having failed in its first attack, the Golden Crow immediately turned back, spread its wings, and pounced again.

The Demon King was furious that he had been so humiliated by a crow! He swung his sword in a furious slash, the blade flashing coldly, and struck the golden crow squarely.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the golden crow shattered, turning into countless sparks flying everywhere.

A spark landed on him, startling him so much that he hurriedly slapped it off, only to find that the flame had seeped into his skin and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Demon King was taken aback. He felt nothing unusual within his body, only a strange sensation. Being naturally careless, he didn't delve into it, muttered a few words, shouldered his sword, and continued on his way.

But after flying for only a hundred miles, his body suddenly froze, and a look of intense pain appeared on his face.

In an instant, golden light burst forth from the seven orifices: eyes, ears, nostrils, lips, and anus!

His body rapidly expanded, his skin and flesh cracked, and golden flames surged within him, as if trying to burn him to ashes.

Boom—!

A deafening roar tore through the sky as the Demon King disintegrated in the flames. His flesh and blood were engulfed by the raging golden fire, turning him into ashes in an instant, leaving not even a trace of his bones.

Immediately afterwards, golden flames surged and condensed into a raven with its entire body gilded. With a cry, it flapped its wings and sped away, catching up with the falling greatsword. It firmly gripped the hilt with its beak and flew back the way it came.

……

Deep in the mountains, Ye Feng and the monkeys had rescued a group of monkeys and were now riding the clouds back to the Water Curtain Cave.

Halfway there, a crow's cry suddenly pierced the sky. Ye Feng remained calm and simply raised his hand slightly. The golden crow flew into his palm as if returning to its nest, transforming into a cluster of golden flames that quietly vanished in his hand.

At the same time, the broadsword fell steadily into his hand.

The monkey, who had been watching closely, recognized the blade as that of the Demon King Zeng Zhizhi. His heart trembled, and he immediately understood: that Demon King was probably already dead.

The place where the Demon King of Chaos resided was not far from the Water Curtain Cave.

Ye Feng and Wukong, leading hundreds of monkeys, returned to their old haunts in no time.

The monkeys who had stayed behind at the Water Curtain Cave had been eagerly awaiting their return. Now, seeing their king return with many of his relatives, they cheered and rushed forward. Some recognized their blood relatives and wept bitterly; others, reunited after a long separation, wept uncontrollably.

The old monkey, who had been there earlier, followed closely behind, his face beaming with joy. He respectfully invited Ye Feng and Wukong into the cave, placed them on high seats, and then offered them melons, fruits, and fresh peaches. He also took out monkey wine that had been stored in the cellar for many years and filled each of their cups.

The monkeys cheered, raised their cups in celebration, and sycophantic voices rose and fell.

The old monkey drank several bowls of wine, his face flushed, slightly tipsy. Suddenly, he asked, "Your Majesty, you disappeared for twenty years without a trace, yet you have returned with extraordinary abilities. Where did you acquire these skills?"

Seeing his family gathered around him in joyful harmony, Wukong felt delighted and laughed, "You don't know this, but for twenty years I have traveled all over the world, seeking immortals and visiting the Dao. I first arrived in Jambudvipa, where I learned to speak and wear human clothes. After many twists and turns, I entered Niuhezhou, where I was fortunate to meet my Patriarch, who took pity on me and taught me the wonderful method of immortality. Now that I have succeeded, I have returned."

He drank several cups in succession, and as he became more intoxicated, he suddenly remembered something and said loudly, "That's right! Children, your king now has a surname, Sun, and his Buddhist name is Wukong."

Upon hearing this, the monkeys erupted in cheers, clapping and shouting, "Our king's surname is Sun, so we are the second, third, youngest, and great-grandsons! A family of Suns, a nation of Suns, a whole brood of Suns!"

Upon hearing this, Wukong burst into laughter, clutching his belly, and continued drinking heartily.

The old monkey then turned to Ye Feng, raised his cup in a toast, and said, "Great King, you are my eldest brother, and we are family. From now on, you are the Great King of Flower Fruit Mountain. With your protection and that of the Great King, we will have no worries and will no longer have to fear attacks from other demon caves!"

Ye Feng couldn't refuse, so he picked up the stone bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

For a moment, the Water Curtain Cave was filled with laughter and joy, as if even heaven and earth were moved by the joy.

From then on, Huaguo Mountain gradually became peaceful.

After Wukong returned, he immediately summoned all the monkeys on the mountain, and upon counting them, he found that there were more than 47,000 of them.

He taught the monkeys some basic cultivation techniques and ordered them to practice them daily.

Soon after, realizing that the monkeys were no match for him, he went to Aolai Kingdom, chanted incantations, and stirred up a whirlwind of demonic mist that swept away all the weapons in the city's treasury. He transported them all back to Flower Fruit Mountain to arm the monkey army, who trained day and night, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

More than a month later, Wukong personally traveled to all seventy-two caves of Flower Fruit Mountain, challenging each and every demon king, big and small, and subdued them all with force, making them submit and acknowledge Sun Wukong as the common master of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Ye Feng was not used to living in a cave, so he built a thatched hut at the source of the waterfall on the mountaintop and lived there alone, practicing the Chaos Golden Crow Technique every day.

He had carefully examined the large sword left behind by the Demon King and found nothing special about it; it was just a low-grade magic weapon tainted with Asura's evil energy. So he casually gave it to the monkey to use.

As for the "Primordial Chaos Heaven-Slaying Sword" bestowed upon him by the system, he refined it daily, connecting it to his mind and body, and had reached a state of complete mastery over it.

Unfortunately, he did not understand the essence of swordsmanship, which he often regretted.

But this is, after all, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure with terrifying power. Even though he only has the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he can still contend with a Daluo Golden Immortal with this sword. It is truly his most treasured possession at present.

He continued to absorb the essence of the sun during this time, and now less than a third remained. He knew in his heart that this essence could only help him reach the Great Perfection of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm; if he wanted to break through to the Great Luo realm, he would need to find another opportunity.

He wasn't anxious; he was simply pondering the cause and effect of what was to come.

The first one to be targeted was the Bull Demon King, whom the Mischievous Demon King had mentioned.

He had read the original "Journey to the West" and knew that the Bull Demon King and the other five demon kings had become sworn brothers with Sun Wukong, and were collectively known as the "Seven Great Sages".

But the question remains: why would a demon king from Xiniu Hezhou suddenly appear at Huaguo Mountain? The book does not explicitly state this.

Now, upon closer reflection, Ye Feng finds this matter quite suspicious.

Judging from the Journey to the West plot, the Bull Demon King is by no means a peaceful being. When Tang Sanzang was traveling west, he passed through the Women's Kingdom of Xiliang. The group mistakenly drank water from the Mother-Child River, which required abortion to neutralize the negative energy. They encountered a Taoist priest who profited from the Abortion Well…

The Taoist priest introduced himself as Ruyi Zhenxian, and said that he was originally a sworn brother of the Bull Demon King.

From this, we can see that the Bull Demon King's brothers were far more than just the Seven Great Sages; his influence probably extended to all corners of the world.

If we examine this closely, isn't this a hidden thread in his quiet expansion of power?