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

On the mountaintop stood a figure in green robes, with a cold expression and a look of anger.

The man was young and of ordinary appearance, but his eyes were sharp as blades, exuding an imposing aura that commanded respect.

Unable to discern the true nature of the situation and feeling guilty, the Black Bear Spirit immediately lost some of its momentum.

He tried to maintain his composure, saying in a gruff voice, "Where did you get this from, you bastard? What makes you think this is yours? I, Old Bear, have cultivated in this mountain for thousands of years. When this treasure appears in the world, it should naturally belong to the one destined to possess it!"

The Taoist priest was none other than Ye Feng, who couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

"Turns out he's an idiot," he thought to himself.

He remained expressionless, only saying calmly, "You beast, you dare to argue? You say this sword is not mine, fine—this humble Taoist will show you with your own eyes."

Having said that, he raised one hand, pointing it at the black bear, and softly shouted, "Sword, come!"

Before he could finish speaking, the black bear demon felt the flying sword in his hand vibrate violently, almost slipping out of his grasp. He hurriedly gripped it tightly.

boom!

With a soft pop, he looked down in astonishment—the flying sword had shattered in his palm, turning into countless silver needles that scattered like a rain of stars. They then coalesced into a spiral stream of air that shot straight toward the Taoist on the mountaintop.

As the rain of needles descended upon him, Ye Feng lightly tapped his fingertips, and thousands of fine needles instantly returned to their positions, merging into a chillingly sharp flying sword, perfectly aligned.

Black Bear's head sank, a bad feeling creeping over him: "Oh no... this sword really has an owner!"

Stealing treasure is not scary, what's scary is being caught red-handed, and then you have no way to defend yourself.

Ye Feng gripped his sword, a sense of smugness creeping into his heart, but his expression remained as cold and stern as he demanded sharply, "Now that the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say?"

The black bear spirit shrank his neck and said sullenly, "Why must you take it so seriously, Daoist? Everyone knows this sword was hidden in the desolate mountains, an unclaimed object, its fate determined by chance. Now that it has been returned to its rightful owner, I will simply apologize."

Ye Feng didn't even blink, coldly saying, "This sword is a weapon forged with my life's blood and sweat, refined over a thousand years. It was only buried here for a few years, nurtured by the earth's veins, before you almost snatched it away. You think you can get away with just an 'apology'? There's no such easy way out!"

The black bear spirit squinted and asked, "So, what do you intend to do?"

Ye Feng's tone softened suddenly, and he smiled, "Heaven cherishes life, and I am unwilling to take your life with a single sword. It just so happens that I am from Huaguo Mountain in Aolai Country of Dongsheng Divine Continent, and I am currently in need of a guardian deity. Seeing that you still have some cultivation, why not come back with me to comprehend the Great Dao, and perhaps you can ascend to immortality sooner?"

Upon hearing this, the black bear spirit's already dark face instantly darkened further, and he flew into a rage: "Ha! I thought you were a highly enlightened immortal, but you're just a trafficker who kidnaps demons! Mountain guardian deity? Bah! Do you think I, the black bear, am easy to bully!"

As the roar subsided, he suddenly unleashed his demonic power, and a jet-black pillar of energy shot into the sky from above, tearing through the clouds and stirring up the wind and clouds.

Within a thousand miles, the sky and earth changed color, a fierce wind howled, and all the grass and trees were broken.

He stretched out his right arm, and a red-tasseled spear suddenly appeared in his hand, its cold light flashing as it pointed at Ye Feng.

"Want Grandpa Bear to guard your door? First, ask this gun if it'll agree!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "In that case, you've dug your own grave."

With a sharp look in his eyes and a slight flick of his wrist, the Flying Cloud Sword shot out like lightning, aiming straight for the Black Bear Demon's throat.

He was actually delighted.

This demon has reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm, making him one of the top demons, even surpassing the Dragon King of the East Sea.

He had studied martial arts on Fangcun Mountain for many years. Although he possessed superb skills, he rarely engaged in real combat. In the past, his opponents would be easily defeated with a wave of their hand, which was utterly uninteresting.

Today we have encountered such a formidable opponent, it's the perfect time for a good fight.

The flying sword was as swift as lightning, breaking the sound in an instant, and arrived in front of the black bear spirit in a flash, stabbing down sharply.

when!

With a loud bang, the black bear demon neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the flying sword head-on with his bare fist. Golden light burst forth from his fist as he met the attack head-on.

The next instant, the flying sword was violently blasted away. He shook his numb wrist and sneered repeatedly.

His gaze locked onto Ye Feng, and his right hand, wielding the red-tasseled spear, moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, suddenly pointing—

boom!

The demonic energy exploded, and black light swept across the area. The entire mountain where Ye Feng stood collapsed with a roar, and dust billowed into the sky.

The black bear looked at the ruins and grinned, "I thought it was something special, but it's nothing special."

He burped, feeling the effects of the alcohol. He had just drunk some strong liquor and now felt tired. He picked up his spear and prepared to return to the cave to rest.

The moment I turned around, a sudden sense of unease arose in my heart!

The red-tasseled spear in his hand instinctively thrust forward—

Ding!

With a crisp ringing sound, the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light.

The black bear spirit's pupils contracted: "This...is a flying needle?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in trouble!

Almost instantly, countless silver needles suddenly burst forth from all directions, densely packed like a torrential downpour, completely obscuring the sky and leaving no gaps.

There are too many to avoid.

The black bear demon roared, its demonic aura soaring into the sky. Its body rapidly expanded, instantly growing to over three zhang tall, resembling a giant mountain, its imposing presence overwhelming. Golden light shimmered beneath its black fur, and when flying needles struck, countless sparks flew, yet none could break through its defenses.

"What a beast, it does have some skill." A soft laugh came from the sky, and Ye Feng stood on the white clouds, leisurely appearing not far away.

He slowly raised one hand, purple light gathering in his palm, with electric snakes crackling and popping.

"Then try my 'Creation Thunder'."

With a slight smile, he condensed the purple lightning in his hand into a ball and suddenly threw it out.

This lightning was the last tribulation lightning he suffered during his transformation tribulation. At that time, he swallowed it with the Golden Crow True Fire and refined it into a divine power over many years. To demonstrate its power, he named it "Creation Divine Lightning" and is making its first appearance today.

The lightning ball roared in, and the black bear demon let out a low growl, gripping his red-tasseled spear tightly with both hands and sweeping it horizontally, actually managing to shatter the lightning ball.

Although the lightning shattered, it did not vanish; instead, it transformed into countless tiny arcs of electricity, attaching themselves to the flying needles that filled the sky.

The needle and lightning combined, doubling their power. Although it was still difficult to break through the golden light on its body, each impact sent a tingling sensation through the black bear demon's entire body.

The number of flying needles was astonishing; thousands upon thousands of needles were thrown at the body every breath, making it impossible to defend against.

Within two minutes, his body began to stiffen, and his arm holding the gun became sluggish and unresponsive.

"No! This Taoist priest's methods are unpredictable; we can't afford to waste time on him. Seeing him standing far away without making a move, he must be someone who specializes in supernatural powers—I must find an opportunity to get close, pierce his heart with a single spear thrust, and send his soul to the underworld!"

While the black bear spirit struggled to resist, it was also planning its escape route.

After enduring the attack for a while, he deliberately feigned weakness and exhaustion, and then suddenly unleashed his power as a volley of flying needles swept past.

A shockwave exploded outwards, momentarily halting the flying needles around them. The black bear demon roared and leaped, charging forward like an ancient ferocious beast, its red-tasseled spear brimming with demonic power, aiming straight for Ye Feng's crown!

This strike was accompanied by the wind and thunder, seemingly possessing the power to split mountains and shatter peaks, and to annihilate gods and Buddhas!

Ye Feng remained smiling, his gaze slightly lowered, and calmly extended a single finger to meet the attack.

Upon seeing this, the black bear spirit was overjoyed.

He knew the power of this spear; even a great demon with skin of copper and bones of iron would not dare to take it head-on. Anyone who tried to block it with this finger would surely suffer severe injury!

In an instant, gunpoint clashed.

boom--!

An invisible shockwave swept out from the point of clash, changing the color of the sky and earth.

Wherever the aftershocks reached, the earth cracked, valleys collapsed, and distant mountain peaks fell one after another, with cracks spreading like a spider web for thousands of miles.

It actually... blocked it?!

The black bear spirit's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew very well that the force of this shot would pierce the chest of even a top-tier demon who specialized in physical cultivation.

Is this person perhaps indestructible?

No...that's not right!

His gaze suddenly sharpened as he noticed something amiss—at the point where the spear tip touched his fingertip, there was an extremely fine wisp of golden flame, as thin as a hair, which he had not noticed before.

It was this golden flame that separated the two sides, preventing them from actually making contact!

Immediately afterwards, the golden flames trembled and, as if alive, rapidly climbed up the red-tasseled spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

The black bear's heart trembled with a frantic alarm! Though it didn't know what the fire was, its instincts told it: never touch it, or even the most indestructible creature would perish!

But the flame was as fast as lightning, reaching his wrist in an instant.

Left with no other choice, he had to let go of the gun and retreat rapidly.

However, just as he was retreating, a tremendous force struck from behind, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him simultaneously, accompanied by a numbing sensation from thunder.

His body lurched forward uncontrollably, crashing right into Ye Feng, who was already waiting—his fist was already raised high and coming straight at him!

boom!

This punch was like Gonggong angrily crashing into Buzhou Mountain, causing the Black Bear Demon's demonic soul to tremble and smoke to billow from its seven orifices.

His body flew backward, only to be bounced back by the flying needles and sent back into the wind of the fist.

boom!

Another punch!

The black bear spirit's mind went blank for a moment, and all he could hear was a buzzing in his ears.

In just a few breaths, the scene repeated itself again and again—Ye Feng stood still, punching one after another without stopping.

He was having a great time, and he thought to himself: "In the entire Three Realms, have I ever seen such a suitable punching bag?"

This black bear demon indeed had a body as hard as iron and strong bones; it was certainly quite capable.

However, Ye Feng was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, a level higher than Ye Feng. His punches were like thunder, each one carrying immense weight. In just a few breaths, the black bear was beaten to the point of near death, exhaling more than inhaling.

"Stop...stop hitting me..."

Ye Feng stopped his punch three inches from the black bear demon's face, then abruptly withdrew his stance. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the demon's nose was crooked and his face was swollen, his eyes were swollen and closed, and he couldn't even open them. His breathing was so weak that it was almost nonexistent.

He was slightly taken aback—he had been so engrossed in the fight that he hadn't realized his opponent was on the verge of death. A few more blows, and he feared he would truly be dead.

Seeing that the fist had stopped, the black bear spirit breathed a sigh of relief, and its massive body slumped downwards.

Ye Feng lightly tapped his fingertip, and a golden cloud appeared from the void, supporting his body and making him slowly float up.

He then waved his sleeve, and thousands of cold lights converged from all directions, condensing into a flying sword that hovered beside him.

He looked at the black bear and asked calmly, "Are you convinced?"

The black bear, panting for a long time, regained some of his senses. Though the roaring in his ears continued, he could now discern the situation. He immediately knelt on the cloud, clasped his hands together, and said in a trembling voice:

"Grandpa, spare me! Old Xiong surrenders, he really surrenders, please stop!"

He understood perfectly well—the strength Ye Feng displayed was clearly that of a true Taiyi Golden Immortal, and not some ordinary rogue cultivator, but a powerful expert who had cultivated great supernatural abilities. The exchange just now was merely the tip of the iceberg; the opponent was clearly still holding back his true power.

Normally, this black bear spirit was quite arrogant. Relying on his skills, he was not afraid to fight even when he encountered an immortal who had just entered the Taiyi realm.

That's why they didn't take Ye Feng seriously at first, but who knew that this time they would run into a wall made of black iron.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Since you admit defeat, are you willing to submit?"

Upon hearing this, the black bear hesitated and stammered, unable to speak.

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand in a gesture.