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

"You three are nothing more than wild spirits who squatted at the foot of the mountain and listened to a few words of sermons. You haven't even touched the threshold, yet you dare to call yourselves the Emperor's personal disciples? It's laughable!" Six Ears sneered repeatedly.

"You—!" Immortal Yangli's beard trembled with rage. "What do you know, you mere wild monkey who sprang from a mountain ravine? Back when we were listening to your teachings at Mount Taihuang, you were probably still hatching eggs in a crack in the rock!"

"Oh?" Six-Eared Man threw his head back and laughed, his laughter tinged with disdain. "I thought it was someone important, but it turns out they're just three auditors who skipped a lecture. They're not even proper disciples, yet they dare to put on airs? They're incredibly arrogant!"

"Shut up!" Deer Power Immortal roared, his face turning bright red.

Tiger Power Immortal landed from the cloud platform just then, flicked his sleeves, and glared coldly at her: "Enough nonsense! I have successfully prayed for rain, now it's your turn! Let's see what you can do!"

"Just watch closely." Six Ears replied calmly, stepping onto the cloud platform without even setting out his magical artifacts. He raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and uttered a low shout:

"Rain is coming!"

Boom! ...

In an instant, thunder roared, dark clouds surged, and a gale swept across the land. In the blink of an eye, a torrential downpour, like a celestial river pouring out, crashed down, sending white mist rising from the ground.

Although he held little power in the Heavenly Court, the Journey to the West had begun, drawing the attention of the Three Realms. How could the four gods of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning not know his identity? They would give him some face, and naturally, thunder and rain would follow.

A moment later, Liu Er gracefully stepped off the stage, and the rain stopped abruptly, as if it had never fallen at all.

"Hmph... He does have some skills." Tiger Power Immortal's face darkened slightly. He put on a brave face, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

Both were praying for rain, but his thunder was weak and the raindrops were sparse; while Liu Er's side, the celestial phenomena were fully revealed, as if divine punishment had descended.

The difference in quality was immediately apparent, even the King of Chechi could see it clearly.

"The holy monk possesses extraordinary powers, truly admirable!" the king couldn't help but exclaim.

Immortal Yang Li quickly interjected, "Your Majesty is wise! The competition is about 'praying for rain,' not about who can produce the most rain! My senior brother is sincere; he only asks for a response, not for any particular scale!"

"Exactly!" Tiger Power Immortal quickly echoed, his face serious.

Liu Er simply chuckled, too lazy to argue.

The outcome is already decided; further discussion is pointless.

This game can't be a draw.

Next, the three immortals used all their skills: guessing objects through a partition, meditating on a high platform, taking turns to try their hand at various tricks.

Just like the old Journey to the West, but the ending remains the same—utter defeat.

Liu Er was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, a true cultivator with supernatural powers that reached the heavens and the earth.

How could these three demon immortals, who had gained some skill by listening in on others' stories, possibly defeat them?

After losing three games in a row, the three immortals were ashen-faced, having already exhausted their trump cards.

Liu Er's eyes turned cold, and killing intent surfaced—since he was no match for her, she would end it with a single palm strike to prevent him from causing chaos in the world.

But in that instant, the three demons did not hesitate at all. They turned around, took off on the clouds, and fled!

Liu Er was taken aback, not expecting them to be so decisive, even disregarding their dignity.

In that brief moment of distraction, three streaks of light pierced the sky and disappeared thousands of miles away.

"Damn! He's only been listening to the Dao for five hundred years, and he can run faster than a rabbit?" Pigsy's eyes widened, his mouth agape in astonishment.

This speed far exceeds the level that their cultivation should be at!

Immediately recalling the suffocating pressure he felt every time he saw Ye Feng, he suddenly understood:

As expected, he was influenced by the Daoist aura of a great figure. Although his cultivation was insufficient, he was cunning enough to escape.

While he was still clicking his tongue in amazement, Liu Er had already taken to the clouds and chased after him.

He had learned unparalleled flying techniques from Ye Feng, and his speed was considered the ultimate.

No matter how fast the three immortals are, they can only move with the wind beneath their feet. How can they be faster than a true Heavenly Rank movement technique?

But as he watched the fleeing figure ahead, a slight smile appeared on his lips. Instead, he slowed his pace, trailing far behind and following at a leisurely pace.

"Quick! Run! The monkey hasn't caught up!"

Tiger Power Immortal, who was leading the escape, looked back and saw that there was no one behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and urged his companions to speed up.

Meanwhile, the three immortals fled for their lives, rushing all the way to the border between Xiniuhezhou and Nanzhanbuzhou.

Standing prominently before us is the majestic and cloud-shrouded Mount Taihuang.

The three were terrified and rushed into the mountain gate, wanting to hide deeper inside—but as soon as they took a step, a cold shout blocked their way.

"Who dares to trespass into this forbidden area! Seize him!"

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly changed.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descended from the void in formation, while two hundred thousand demon generals leaped out from the forest, their killing intent surging like a tide, instantly surrounding and killing the three of them.

The three immortals felt a chill in their hearts, their legs went weak, but they still mustered all their strength to raise their heads and roar:

"Your Majesty, save me—!"

It turns out that the three demon immortals, Tiger, Sheep, and Deer, were driven to a dead end by Six Ears, and the only way they could think of to survive was through Ye Feng.

They were not some great beings with impeccable lineage; they had merely listened to a few sermons at Mount Taihuang five hundred years ago and, by sheer luck, cultivated some spiritual attainment.

Now that our lives hang by a thread, we have no choice but to take a gamble.

After speeding along, we finally entered the territory of Mount Taihuang.

"Heh... No matter how arrogant Six-Eared Man is, he wouldn't dare to run wild here."

The three men, panting heavily, exchanged glances as if seeing a glimmer of hope, and immediately shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Your Majesty, save me—!"

The soldiers around looked at each other, hesitant to move—after all, they hadn't figured out the details, and if they accidentally killed someone with a powerful background, they would suffer the consequences.

Just as they were about to send a message, a figure flashed across the mountaintop and then plummeted to the ground!

boom--!

The earth trembled, and smoke and dust exploded like waves. A person landed steadily, leaving a footprint three feet deep, and the aftershocks spread out a crack ten feet wide.

A loud shout echoed through the valley:

"Which blind bastard dares to be so insolent in front of me, Old Sun?!"

The voice faded, and the person appeared.

With a furious glare, fiery eyes, and wielding a golden cudgel, his malevolent aura soared to the heavens.

It was Sun Wukong!

A few days ago, he sensed something unusual happening at Mount Taihuang and rushed over to check, only to be left behind by Ye Feng.

The reason wasn't explicitly stated, but Wukong was quite content—staying here to enjoy the good life was much more enjoyable than fighting all over the world.

I was just drinking with Ye Feng at the Thai Royal Palace when I suddenly heard a commotion down the mountain. I thought the Asura clan had returned.

He's been itching to fight for a long time. He didn't get a chance to fight in the last big battle, so how could he hold back now?

If someone had jumped off the mountain and landed anywhere else, it might have created a deep abyss.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the three immortals took a closer look and were instantly terrified—they thought that Liu Er had caught up with them.

But upon closer inspection... this isn't gray fur, it's golden fur!

Wukong was also observing them, but after a few glances, he immediately lost interest, pursed his lips, and shook his head.

"Tsk, just these three newly enlightened little demons? Boring, really boring."

He turned to leave.

He's only at the early stage of the Demon Immortal Realm; he's not even qualified to warm up for him.

But just then, one of them, oblivious to the danger, muttered something under his breath:

"Why is it another monkey...?"

These words, as light as a mosquito's buzz, could not escape the ears of a celestial being.

Wukong suddenly stopped, raised an eyebrow, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes!

The next instant, the golden cudgel was pulled out of his ear with a "whoosh" and he swung it backhand!

The wind and thunder exploded, the air was torn apart. If that blow had really hit, not only the three immortals, but the area within a hundred miles would probably have been razed to the ground!

The three were terrified and closed their eyes to await their death.

The anticipated destruction has yet to arrive.

Trembling, he opened his eyes and saw a figure standing quietly in front of him, his right hand slightly raised, his five fingers as strong as a mountain, actually catching the world-destroying blow!

Upon recognizing the newcomer's face, the three immortals fell to their knees with a thud and cried out in unison:

"Your Majesty, save me!!"

The visitor was none other than Ye Feng.

He stopped Wukong with one hand, his expression calm.

Wukong, however, was not annoyed. Instead, he stared at Ye Feng's hand with surprise and murmured:

"Senior brother... is this the power of a quasi-saint?"

He hadn't held back at all in that attack. Yet Ye Feng didn't even flinch, as if he'd been caught by a straw.

"Therefore, I advise you to cultivate diligently without ceasing." Ye Feng smiled slightly, offering guidance as he went. "Once you reach the Quasi-Saint level, where in the Three Realms can't you go?"

These words sound casual, but in reality, they are carefully planned step by step.

As a senior, you should give a warning when necessary and try to win people over when appropriate.

The two chatted and laughed as if nothing was wrong, but the three immortals kneeling below were terrified.

The words "quasi-saint" struck me like a thunderbolt!

Although they knew Ye Feng was powerful, they never dared to imagine that this person was already standing on the threshold of Quasi-Saint!

A Quasi-Saint... Even a Great Luo Immortal is rare in the Three Realms, let alone such an existence.

No wonder that every time he preaches, people from all directions gather and all spirits come to pay homage.

But right now, life is the most important thing.

Tiger Power Immortal bowed his head, his voice trembling: "Great Emperor...save our lives!"

"Oh?" Ye Feng asked calmly, "Save you? Why?"

One question left Tiger Power Immortal speechless.

He was stunned.

Only then did he realize—Ye Feng was neither the head of the charity hall nor a fiercely protective person.

The capture of Red Boy and the taking in of the Bull Demon King were both due to karmic entanglements, and each had their own motives.

But the three of them? They were just random passersby.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, the Great Immortal Yang Li's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on a pitiful expression, choking back tears as he said:

"Your Majesty, my two brothers and I listened to your teachings on Mount Taihuang for five hundred years, rain or shine... In a way, we can be considered your disciples..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng remained calm and composed.

Wukong, standing nearby, burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! You little demon, you've got some nerve! According to you, my senior brother has been preaching for five hundred years, with countless listeners. Does that mean everyone can claim ancestry and become his disciple?"

Immortal Yangli was speechless, his face flushed red, he opened his mouth but could not utter a word, and could only lower his head and sob.

"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but my two brothers and I have listened to the Dao for five hundred years. Although we have cultivated some magical power, we have never forgotten Your Majesty's kindness. So we became the national teachers of Chechi Kingdom, persuading the king to build many Daoist temples. Although the incense is offered in the name of the Daoist sect, we secretly enshrine Your Majesty in our hearts. Although Your Majesty does not acknowledge us, we have always regarded you as our patriarch!"

These words were spoken with tears streaming down his face, and even the usually cheerful Wukong fell silent this time.

Ye Feng merely shook his head slightly, his gaze indifferent: "So, you proclaim yourselves the Three Pure Ones and steal the Heavenly Court's merits, also out of 'respect'?"

"This..." Yang Li Da Xian was speechless, his face turning pale. He hadn't expected Ye Feng to have found out so much about their secret dealings.

Sun Wukong, standing to the side, narrowed his eyes, his golden pupils sweeping over the three of them. He sneered, "How dare you! You even impersonate the Three Pure Ones? I, Old Sun, wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace and overturned Mount Ling, but I never dared to touch the name of a sage."

He paused, then said in a chilling tone, "You're courting death."

Immortal Yang Li hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, please understand! The reason we set up the positions of the Three Pure Ones was merely to deceive people! In the Taoist temples of Chechi Kingdom, eight or nine out of ten statues are actually of Your Majesty! If Your Majesty does not believe this, you may order someone to verify it—"

"Enough." Ye Feng raised his hand to interrupt, his voice not loud, but as cold as ice. "No need for further words. I cannot save you from this calamity. Let's go."

After saying that, he turned around, flicked his sleeves, and showed no more lingering attachment.

The three immortals, their souls scattered, collapsed to their knees, and cried out in hoarse voices:

"Your Majesty, save us! We know we were wrong! We'll never do it again!"

"Your Majesty, please have mercy and grant us a way to live!"

"As long as we can live, we are willing to be slaves and servants, and follow you for eternity!"

No matter how much they wailed, Ye Feng did not stop walking, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Wukong blinked, then suddenly stood with his hands behind his back, mimicking Ye Feng's earlier posture, and said coldly, "You blaspheme against the saints, defy the Heavenly Dao, and commit heinous crimes, yet you still dare to dream that my senior brother will come to your rescue? Wishful thinking!"

He deliberately used flowery language and pretended to be profound. After speaking, without waiting for a response, he raised his hand, made a hand seal, and unleashed his supernatural power. Three streams of light were thrown out of Mount Taihuang like kites with broken strings.

He clapped his hands twice, looked up, and saw that Ye Feng was already far away. He quickly grinned and chased after him.

"Wait for me, senior brother! I've only drunk half of my wine!"