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

Qian Ying suddenly felt her jaw dislocate, three teeth fell out, stars flashed before her eyes, and she was sent flying backward by the force of the impact.

Where did this monkey get such superhuman strength?

His mind went blank, and he almost fainted.

But the monkey gave him no chance to catch his breath. After landing a punch, it immediately grabbed a nearby carrying pole and chased after him, shouting angrily.

He knew that the other party had been cultivating Taoism with the patriarch for more than ten years and had a high seniority among the disciples, so he must not let him gain the upper hand.

What a monkey! He sprang up like an enraged Vajra, wielding his carrying pole with ferocious force, relentlessly pursuing and striking relentlessly.

Qian Ying dodged hastily, without any strategy or method, completely flustered.

Although he had entered the path of immortality, he had never experienced actual combat. At this moment, he was being chased around by a monkey and was in a very sorry state.

As he fled, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth—that punch had been quite heavy.

Barely dodging the oncoming carrying pole, just as he was about to catch his breath, the monkey suddenly changed its moves and swept towards him!

He was terrified, quickly made a hand seal, tapped the ground, and shouted sharply, "Rise!"

With a loud crash, the earth churned up, and a thick earthen wall rose from the ground, standing in front of him.

"Snapped!"

The carrying pole struck the wall hard, and the bell-shaped tip shattered and broke in two.

Qian Ying flashed forward, raised her hand and pointed at the charging monkey, uttering a low shout: "Freeze!"

In an instant, the monkey's eyes widened in anger, its feet leaped into the air, but it froze in place like a clay or wooden sculpture, unable to move forward even an inch.

He then leaned against the earthen wall, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. The monkey's sudden attack without warning was truly terrifying.

After a few moments of calm, his anger rose. He strode forward, snatched the half of the carrying pole from the monkey's hand, flicked it twice in his palm, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"You untamed beast, so wild and unruly, how dare you lay a hand on your senior brother? If I don't teach you a lesson you'll never forget, you'll never know how high the mountain is!"

He channeled his magic into the broken carrying pole, raised it high, and lashed it down hard at the monkey's face.

The disciples watching from all around shook their heads and sighed, as if they had already foreseen a bloody punishment.

"Snapped!"

A soft sound suddenly rang out, and a person fell to their knees with a thud—it was Qian Ying herself!

He looked up in disbelief, his right hand instinctively reaching for his right cheek, his fingertips touching a bloody mess.

Two breaths later, a searing pain exploded like wildfire, and he screamed in agony, his voice tearing through the night sky.

"So noisy." Ye Feng spoke indifferently, casually tossing aside the half of the carrying pole he had just seized. A slight smile played on his lips, his expression gentle and refined. "For a disciple of our esteemed patriarch to produce such a disgrace, don't you find it shameful?"

His gaze was cold, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"It was you who bullied my monkey while I was away?"

Qian Ying looked bewildered: "Who...are you?"

Not only him, but the surrounding disciples had never seen Ye Feng in his transformed state before, and they whispered among themselves, discussing the matter.

But in the next instant, Qian Ying saw those dark, blade-like eyes clearly, her whole body trembled, and she gasped in shock:

"That look in your eyes... You're Ye Feng?! You actually succeeded in transforming into human form!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's best if you recognize me."

He lightly tapped the monkey's head with his fingertip, and the immobilization spell binding it instantly dissipated.

He then handed over the remaining half of the carrying pole, his tone gentle yet authoritative:

"Take this and hit him hard in the face. I'll be right here watching—let's see who dares to fight back."

The monkey hesitated before taking the carrying pole, its gaze fixed on the person before it with a complex expression.

He tentatively began, "Senior Brother Ye... Ye Feng?"

From the day he became Ye Feng's apprentice, all he ever saw was a crow, day after day, and he had long since become accustomed to it.

Now, suddenly seeing a human form, he was momentarily dazed and dared not recognize it.

Ye Feng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, his voice full of approval: "It's me. Well done. People like this deserve to be taught a lesson. They don't even know their own limitations, daring to mess with us?"

His gaze sharpened as he surveyed his surroundings, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"Beat them! Beat them to death! From now on, Fangcun Mountain is under my protection—if anyone lays a finger on you, I'll make them pay tenfold! But remember, only I can beat you, understand?"

These words, spoken with the force of a knife, revealed their sharp edge.

Intimidated by his past infamy, everyone lowered their heads and avoided him, none daring to look him in the eye.

Ye Feng smiled with satisfaction.

The monkey was also shaken. Although it felt a little helpless about the last sentence, it still felt its heart burning.

Strangely enough, his relationship with Ye Feng wasn't actually bad over the past year.

Although he was severely beaten when they first met, and later suffered the pain of being "scalded with boiling water"...

But all of that is in the past.

After all, it was he who led him to become a disciple of the Bodhi Patriarch.

That alone was enough for him to remember.

As fellow demons, and belonging to the same sect, any old grudges should have long since vanished.

Of course, he can't say he's completely at peace with it—at least every time he sees Ye Feng, he still subconsciously shrinks back; it's a shadow that runs deep in his bones.

But today's scene has completely reversed everything.

Ye Feng stood up for him, using his power to intimidate others and protect him.

From that moment on, he genuinely acknowledged that this person was indeed his senior.

Do not underestimate this change of mind; in fact, it carries immense weight.

Everyone knows what kind of temperament the stone monkey is—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, born with an arrogant spirit, who disdains to bow his head.

Their current submissiveness at Fangcun Mountain is merely due to their lack of skill and unstable foundation.

When he completes his studies and leaves the mountain, he will stir up chaos in the Three Realms, befriend the Seven Sages, and his fame will shake the Heavenly Court.

But looking back on his journey to the West, how many people truly understood him?

The seven sages swore brotherhood, their heroic spirit soaring to the heavens; yet when the Heavenly Court besieged them, not one of them showed up to help.

However, these are merely casual acquaintances, and all for show.

So when he later faced the Bull Demon King, he showed no mercy and every move was fatal.

As for Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing on their journey to the West, he never truly regarded them as fellow disciples.

Five hundred years of suppression smoothed out his rough edges and taught him to be patient and survive.

There was only one place, which remained hidden deep within his heart—

That is Fangcun Mountain.

Throughout the life of the stone monkey, he rarely showed any emotion, but if we were to talk about the place where he was most important, it would be this place.

It could even be said that it was the place he revered most deep in his soul.

His gratitude towards Bodhi Patriarch was heartfelt and genuine.

If Bodhi hadn't insisted on expelling him from the mountain gate back then, he might still be staying on Lingtai Fangcun Mountain to this day, unwilling to leave.

If, during the journey to the west, a decree were to arrive from Bodhi, ordering him to abandon the westward journey and return to Fangcun Mountain—that monkey would probably be so happy that he would do a somersault on the spot and leave the pilgrimage team without looking back.

Throughout his life, he only recognized one master in his heart, namely the Bodhi Patriarch who lived in seclusion on Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

That's why the days he spent practicing at Fangcun Mountain became the purest and most devoted time of his life.

If you gain his approval at that time, he will truly regard you as his "senior brother" and that relationship will remain unchanged for life.

Enough of the digressions, let's get back to the main topic.

At this moment, the monkey felt a little relieved of his pent-up frustration. He gripped half of the carrying pole tightly in his hand and looked coldly at Qian Ying.

A sudden sense of alarm arose in Qian Ying's heart, and she immediately shouted angrily, "You impudent monkey, how dare you touch me!"

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the carrying pole slammed down on his head, instantly leaving a bloody welt.

The pent-up resentment finally erupted, and the monkey felt a surge of relief. He roared, "Still dare to be arrogant? Call me Grandpa Sun!"

Enraged, Qian Ying swiftly clasped his hands together, attempting to form a hand seal to retaliate.

However, before the incantation could be uttered, Ye Feng calmly raised a finger and uttered a single word: "Freeze."

In an instant, Qian Ying froze, standing motionless like a clay or wooden sculpture.

Only his eyes could still move, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves—he couldn't even resist such a basic technique, and the gap between him and Ye Feng was as vast as the abyss.

The "Immobilization Spell" is a beginner-level spell that can be learned by low-level cultivators.

This technique is only effective when facing opponents far weaker than oneself; against enemies of the same or stronger level, it is utterly useless.

That's why, on his journey to the West, Sun Wukong only used this technique on nameless demons; he wouldn't even glance at a demon king of any importance—because it was completely useless.

Even a celestial being of Pigsy's caliber couldn't be affected by the immobilization spell.

To put it bluntly, this is a tactic of "bullying the weak".

That is why Qian Ying is so terrified at this moment.

The reason he dared to provoke the monkey was actually because he had another purpose—to test Ye Feng's abilities.

He dared to test Ye Feng because he believed that the two were evenly matched and could check each other, so he was fearless.

But reality hit them like a ton of bricks—they were simply not on the same level.

Regret surged into my heart like a tide.

He inwardly groaned: What did I do to you? Why did you have to get involved in this mess for no reason?

Seeing that Qian Ying was frozen in place, the monkey over there was overjoyed and, without saying a word, lashed out with its carrying pole again.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Without mercy, a series of heavy blows followed. In the blink of an eye, Qian Ying's face was covered with crisscrossing bloody wounds, her skin torn and flesh gaping, a truly gruesome sight.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, and his entire face quickly swelled and became deformed.

The monkeys fought with great gusto, as if they had never felt so exhilarated since leaving Flower Fruit Mountain.

What delighted him even more was that he finally experienced what it felt like to have "someone behind him," which deepened his affection for Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Ye Feng subtly moved his fingertips and quietly released Qian Ying's speech restriction.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream rose into the sky, shattering the clouds.

The monkey was startled and instinctively took a step back, thinking that the other party had broken free of the immobilization spell.

Upon closer inspection, he saw the person was still standing there, and instantly flew into a rage. He swung his carrying pole and delivered another vicious blow: "You dare to play tricks on your Grandpa Sun?"

Qian Ying was beaten so badly that she begged for mercy repeatedly, her voice trembling: "Grandpa Sun! Grandpa Sun, spare my life! I know I was wrong! Please, for the sake of our ancestor, let me go!"

"Snapped!"

"You dare mention the patriarch? You're unworthy! Call him Grandpa Sun!"

"Grandpa Sun! Grandpa Sun! Stop hitting me! I really can't take it anymore if you keep hitting me!"

"Snapped!"

"Will you dare to do it again?"

"I won't dare again! I'll never dare again! Grandpa Sun! Grandpa Sun! Have mercy!"

At this moment, Qian Ying was completely unrecognizable. His face was swollen like a pig's head, he spoke with a lisp, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, and he was in a sorry state, extremely miserable.

Just as Ye Feng was about to break the immobilization spell, the surrounding disciples suddenly stirred, then quickly fell silent and orderly stepped aside to make way.

"Why are you all making such a racket here instead of doing your homework?"

A clear, cold, and dignified voice rang out, and an old man with a whisk in his hand and an air of otherworldly grace slowly walked over—it was none other than the Bodhi Patriarch.

The monkey was startled and hurriedly threw away the blood-stained half of the carrying pole; then, realizing something was wrong, it quickly picked it up and hid it behind its back.

Ye Feng slightly pursed his lips, his expression remaining unchanged.

That old man is really good at keeping his cool. How could he not know what was going on here? He just waited until things got out of hand before showing up.

He's cunning and shrewd.