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

However, before they could catch their breath, a second bolt of lightning struck in quick succession, almost without pause.

Ye Feng remained unmoved and met the attack once more.

He shattered all six consecutive lightning tribulations.

However, the seventh bolt of lightning did not fall immediately, but instead hovered and condensed high in the sky, becoming heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

Ye Feng spread his wings, and he already understood in his heart that the power of this lightning far exceeded the sum of the previous six.

This is the real test of life and death.

The heavens and earth were silent, all sounds were still.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, as if the universe had shattered and the void had collapsed.

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens, like a world-ending punishment, tearing through the sky.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and exhaled a ball of golden flame, dazzling and brilliant.

The flames surged upwards and crashed into the lightning.

Thunder and fire collided, causing the entire Fangcun Mountain to tremble.

Bodhi Patriarch watched silently, then gently pressed the window frame with one hand, and the mountain tremors instantly subsided.

This is the sacred site of a sage. If it were anywhere else, this single strike would have leveled the entire mountain range to the ground.

Thunder and fire were locked in a stalemate, devouring each other, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Ye Feng was suspended in mid-air, still having some strength left.

He was confident that he could get through this ordeal safely.

Just as he was about to exert his full strength to end the calamity, a thought suddenly arose in his mind—

Since the Golden Crow True Fire is fighting against the Heavenly Thunder, if one were to use the flames to engulf the thunder and devour it into one's body to refine it, would it be possible to comprehend a completely new divine power through this?

Once this bold, even insane, idea took hold, it could no longer be suppressed.

He quietly assessed his own physical strength.

After fully transforming into a three-legged golden crow, its physical strength became immeasurable.

Although there was no reference point and he couldn't make a precise judgment, he estimated that even if he failed, he wouldn't lose his life.

Moreover, where is this? Lingtai Fangcun Mountain!

With Patriarch Bodhi nearby, would he sit idly by and watch his disciple die under the heavenly tribulation?

Once you understand this, your courage will grow stronger.

He exhaled another mouthful of true fire, which merged with the original golden flames, causing the flames to surge dramatically.

In an instant, golden flames surged upwards, enveloping the purple lightning layer by layer.

Ye Feng suddenly stepped forward, opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the lightning and fire into his stomach!

The moment he swallowed it, he immediately mobilized all his spiritual energy and true fire to frantically suppress and refine the power of thunder.

Pain... numbness...

Two feelings intertwined and assailed me, almost driving me to the brink of collapse.

Looking into the distance, beneath the dark clouds, a golden three-legged divine bird stands proudly in the void, its body wreathed in lightning and fire, trembling slightly.

About an hour later, Ye Feng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Its eyes were bright and piercing, and it raised its wings.

A ball of golden flame appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the same wing rose again, and a wisp of purple lightning appeared.

That was the final bolt of heavenly lightning during the Transformation Tribulation.

It was actually completely integrated into his body and transformed into his own unique supernatural power.

He exhaled a breath towards the sky, and in an instant, the lightning disappeared and the dark clouds dispersed.

Ye Feng's heart soared, and he laughed loudly. Before the laughter subsided, his figure had already changed.

Golden light swirled, the bird's body faded, and in an instant, it transformed into a young man. His black hair fell to his shoulders, and his appearance was ordinary yet dignified—this was the form Ye Feng had sculpted based on his memories of his previous life.

Only his eyes were particularly captivating, as black as ink, yet as bright as stars.

After landing, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Four and a half years had passed since he transmigrated to this world, and today he finally broke free of his beastly body and returned to human form.

A mountain breeze caresses the face, refreshing and pleasant.

He suddenly felt embarrassed, looked down, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Previously, it had always shown itself in its true form, covered in wings, and had never worn clothes.

Looking around, I saw a few golden feathers scattered on the ground.

His eyes lit up—these were all items that had fallen off during the transformation tribulation, genuine golden crow feathers, truly treasures.

With a light tap of the fingertip, feathers fluttered up, intertwined, and coalesced into a golden robe that draped over the body.

This robe was formed from the user's own wings and is perfectly integrated with the user's primordial spirit. It also possesses the power of the Golden Crow's origin, making it a top-grade immortal garment capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a powerful Earth Immortal.

Once everything was in order, Ye Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure floated down the mountain like a leaf.

At this moment, having just been born into human form, he felt relaxed and full of vigor.

After landing, I walked straight to the front yard.

The front courtyard is a spacious area with many water vats that need to be filled with water every day for the disciples to use for washing. There is also a pile of firewood, which is also a required course for the disciples.

As soon as Ye Feng stepped into the courtyard, he heard a commotion, as if people were arguing and had gathered in a circle.

He became curious and quietly moved closer.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized both individuals in the circle.

A man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, wearing a small hat, with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, was none other than Sun Wukong. At this moment, his face was full of anger, and his fists were clenched tightly.

A carrying pole lay overturned beside him, and two buckets of water spilled all over the ground.

Ye Feng was also familiar with the person who was his opponent—the very disciple who was the first to rush down from the main hall when he became a disciple.

It was later learned that this person's name was Qian Ying. "Qian" means vast, and "Ying" is one of the twelve generation disciples of Bodhi Patriarch, ranking ninth, and in terms of seniority, he is even above Wukong.

He followed his master for many years, listened to scriptures and comprehended the Dao, and had already embarked on the path to immortality.

The reason for rescuing the monkey that day was twofold: first, to earn merit before the patriarch, and second, because he had recently gained insight into the principles of medicine and wanted to try his hand at saving people.

But Ye Feng interrupted him halfway through.

Why are the two now facing off?

Ye Feng, puzzled, gently patted a disciple beside him and asked, "What is it?"

The disciple looked him over suspiciously, his brow furrowing slightly: "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

However, the next moment, upon meeting Ye Feng's gaze, she felt a sudden chill and realized, "You...you are that crow—"

He stopped abruptly, immediately switching to a fawning smile: "So it's Senior Brother Ye! You've successfully transformed into human form?"

Ye Feng withdrew his half-raised fist, nodded slightly, and gestured with his chin to indicate the situation in the arena.

The disciple quickly whispered, "That's how it is. As you know, Wukong does his work as usual every day, but because of you, he carries twice as much water and firewood without ever complaining."

He glanced at Qian Ying and lowered his voice: "It's just because Wukong is honest that Senior Brother Qian had some ideas. He has a younger brother who recently went to Fangcun Mountain to become a disciple of the Patriarch. He is still young and has not yet cultivated, so he can't handle the daily labor. Senior Brother Qian wanted Wukong to do his brother's homework, which is why the dispute arose."

"Oh." Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, his expression inscrutable.

He did not immediately step in to mediate.

Instead, he stood quietly among the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, his expression ambiguous.

After a moment's thought, he lightly swiped his fingertips, and the golden light around him disappeared, turning into a light blue color, as plain as an ordinary monk's robe, no longer attracting attention.

The golden robe was originally formed from the true feathers of the Golden Crow, and its brilliance was dazzling. As soon as it appeared, it attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, the two were arguing fiercely and no one noticed.

Now, by changing his clothes and blending into the crowd, he is safe and sound.

At this moment, in the center, Wukong's eyes widened in anger, and he suppressed his rage, saying in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Qian, we are both disciples of the Ancestral Master. How can you bully your fellow disciple like this?"

For over a year since he entered the sect, he worked diligently and tirelessly, carrying water and chopping wood every day without ever slacking off; he would always arrive early in front of the hall to give sermons and get along well with his fellow disciples.

He always silently took on the task of helping Ye Feng with his homework, never uttering a word of refusal.

To outsiders, it's just a monkey with a little bit of intelligence, but also easy to manipulate.

Most of the fellow disciples did not actually have any intention to bully others, after all, the overall atmosphere under the Bodhi Patriarch was relatively peaceful.

But wherever there is a place where people live in groups, selfish thoughts will inevitably arise; the will of Heaven is hard to fathom, and the human heart is even harder to fathom.

From the very beginning, there were some people who harbored a sense of rejection towards the monkey and Ye Feng.

The reason is extremely simple—

They are demons.

A single word is enough to draw an invisible line.

Prejudice is like a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can't move it an inch.

We are currently in the era of Journey to the West. If it were the ancient primordial world, the word "demon" alone would constitute an irreconcilable blood feud.

Qian Ying was just like that. He was born into a prominent family in a small country in Xiniu Hezhou, and his family was so powerful that he looked down on demons.

That day, Ye Feng merely called him "Junior Brother," and he was already displeased.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than deep-seated prejudice at work.

Furthermore, Ye Feng's flamboyant behavior and solitary nature after joining the sect only fueled his growing resentment.

For the first few months, because Patriarch Bodhi personally bestowed the apprenticeship ceremony upon Ye Feng and Wukong, he dared not act rashly, for fear of offending his master.

However, after more than a year, he realized that the patriarch treated the two demons no differently than the other disciples, and they were all assigned to sweeping, listening to lectures, doing chores and cultivating.

At this moment, a quiet ripple stirred in Qian Ying's heart.

Today, stopping the monkey from causing trouble may not be entirely for the sake of his younger brother; it's more of a test.

The so-called "killing the chicken to warn the monkey" is actually "killing the monkey to warn the bird."

If we can subdue this monkey in public, we can find an opportunity to deal with Ye Feng in the future, and perhaps expel these two troublesome monsters from Fangcun Mountain.

How can demons be allowed to taint the celestial destiny bestowed upon the Patriarch?

Ye Feng observed coldly, already understanding their intentions, but he was in no hurry to act. He was waiting to see how Sun Wukong would respond.

Will he bow his head and endure, or will he remain as unruly as he is remembered?

After hearing the monkey's words, Qian Ying sneered: "You dare to call yourselves disciples of the patriarch?"

"You creatures with fur and horns, having learned a few human words, dare to presume to ascend to heaven? Enough with the nonsense! If you're willing to complete my younger brother's homework today, then this matter will end; otherwise, this humble Taoist will show you what the methods of immortals truly are."

The monkey's face turned purple, barely suppressing its anger: "You're so unreasonable! I don't even know your brother, why should I do it for him? I'm helping Senior Brother Ye only because his body is small and he can't do chores. You have all your limbs, why don't you do it yourself?"

Qian Ying, utterly disgusted and unwilling to argue, coldly rebuked, "You beast, it's your good fortune that I've called your name! Dare to say another word, and you'll suffer the consequences!"

The monkey's chest heaved with rage, his fury almost reaching its peak.

But in an instant, his expression changed drastically; he put on a smile and bowed apologetically.

"Senior Brother Qian, please calm down. We're all fellow disciples, why ruin our harmony? It's just a homework assignment, nothing to worry about."

Seeing this, Qian Ying had no suspicions whatsoever, only giving him a disdainful glance and snorting coldly.

He chuckled inwardly: "As expected of a demon, it submits to intimidation so easily. What a spineless coward."

The surrounding disciples also laughed and were greatly disappointed.

I thought there was going to be a good show, but who knew this monkey would be so easily frightened.

Before the jeers had even faded, the monkey had already quietly approached Qian Ying's side.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he suddenly sprang up and delivered a thunderous punch straight to his jaw!

The force of the punch pierced the air, carrying with it the sound of wind and thunder.

The monkey, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, roared, "Who do you think you are, daring to threaten your grandfather?"

This attack was too fast, too ruthless, and came without warning.

A muffled "bang!"