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

His eyes darted around, and he said loudly, "Since it's my brother who invited me, how could I, Old Niu, refuse?"

"Guards! Bring me my weapons!"

The little demon hurriedly offered the armor and weapons, but just as he handed them to the Bull Demon King, the Bull Demon King suddenly clutched his stomach and cried out in pain:

"oops--!"

The monkey demon hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the Bull King?"

The Bull Demon King groaned as he said, "A few days ago, a powerful demon came to Xiniu Hezhou and fought me fiercely, injuring my internal organs. In my current state, I'm afraid I can't go to Flower Fruit Mountain. Please give my regards to my two brothers."

Suspicion arose in the monkey demon's heart, and he asked again, "What kind of demon could injure the Bull King so badly?"

"My master is an expert in medicine. Why don't you come with me to Flower Fruit Mountain and ask him to treat you?"

The Bull Demon King waved his hand and said, "No need, no need. I can heal this old injury myself. I just need to go into seclusion and recuperate."

The monkey demon pressed, "How long will you need to go into seclusion? I'll need to give you an answer."

The Bull Demon King shook his head, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead: "It's hard to say... at least three to five years, at most a hundred years..."

Seeing this, the monkey demon had no choice but to give up and take his leave.

Once his figure was out of sight, the Bull Demon King immediately leaped up, showing no sign of illness whatsoever.

He paced slowly, muttering to himself, "Huaguo Mountain actually dared to rebel against Heaven; this is truly unexpected... I wonder how long they can hold out. Hmm, I'll send someone to investigate secretly."

"But that title 'Great Sage' is truly impressive. Why didn't I, Old Ox, think of using it before?"

"Since we are sworn brothers, even if we can't be there in person, we should at least echo each other in name."

"How about I also call myself 'The Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven' to lend a hand?"

Huaguo Mountain has been clearing the battlefield and taking stock of the spoils for days.

The harvest was extremely bountiful.

Besides the Kui Niu drum and cymbals, there were also more than 15,000 sets of armor and weapons left behind by the heavenly soldiers, which made the monkeys very happy.

These pieces of equipment are all extraordinary, far surpassing ordinary iron.

Made from refined steel, forged through countless hammer blows and tempered by heavenly fire, it is indestructible and possesses astonishing defensive capabilities.

Such materials are so rare that even the most powerful immortal cultivation sects across the four continents would only use them to forge flying swords.

Now that they have all returned to Huaguo Mountain, their strength has increased dramatically.

Several days later, the monkey demons that Ye Feng had sent out to deliver messages returned one after another.

Following them were the three great demon kings: Peng Demon King, Yu King, and Macaque King.

The following day, the Demon King Jiao also arrived in person.

Ye Feng was slightly surprised to see the Flood Dragon Demon King arrive.

This demon has cultivated for a long time, dwelling in the deep sea, its age unknown, and has a long-standing friendship with the Bull Demon King.

He originally thought that since he had offended that faction by beating up the Bull Demon King, these demon kings would not come.

After all, the sworn brotherhood was mostly a formality and not necessarily a genuine one.

But since the other party had arrived, he naturally greeted them with a smile.

A banquet was held in front of the Water Curtain Cave, and the demons took their seats in turn.

Ye Feng raised his glass with a smile: "You all have come, which is a great honor for me as your elder brother. This glass is to my esteemed brothers!"

After speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all.

All the demon kings raised their cups, repeatedly saying they dared not accept such an honor.

Peng Demon King, holding his cup, laughed, "The wine from Flower Fruit Mountain is still the sweetest. Eldest Brother and Seventh Brother have truly shaken the Three Realms this time, even routing the Heavenly Court's main force. I heard on the way—Eldest Brother slew Chisongzi and also killed the Buddhist Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta! How exhilarating! How exhilarating!"

His words were exaggerated, but Ye Feng found them pleasant to listen to, thinking to himself: As expected of someone born of a bird, he really knows how to sweet-talk people.

The other demon kings also chimed in.

Yu Wang looked around and suddenly asked, "Where are the Bull Demon King and the Lion Camel King?"

Ye Feng chuckled inwardly, knowing that the Bull Demon King was unlikely to attend, but he didn't say anything: "I've already sent someone to invite him, he's probably still on his way."

Before he finished speaking, the two monkey demons he had sent out returned one after the other and knelt down to pay their respects.

The one who went to Jambudvipa reported: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Lion Camel King says he has important business to attend to and cannot come."

Those going to Xiniu Hezhou also said, "The Bull Demon King said that he fought a powerful enemy a few days ago and his internal injuries have not yet healed. He needs to go into seclusion to recuperate and therefore cannot attend the meeting."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile, waved his hand, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." He then ordered the two demons to leave.

He then laughed and said, "It seems that this time, it's just the seven of us left."

Peng Demon King replied cheerfully, "Seven people it is. It's actually more comfortable if they don't come."

They then raised their cups in a toast: "Brother, what is your next move? Do you intend to march straight to the Heavenly Court and settle the score in one battle? We will certainly follow you closely, even unto death!"

Ye Feng smiled faintly and shook his head: "No rush. Let's observe the Heavenly Court's movements first before making any plans. I summoned you all here today only to guard against any unforeseen circumstances. Come, let's drink this cup and not talk about war."

After saying this, all the demon kings raised their wine cups and drank heartily, engaging in lively conversation.

After several rounds of drinks, the Monkey King clapped his hands and laughed, "This battle at Flower Fruit Mountain has spread far and wide. Brother, you are now famous throughout the demon race. We brothers are also proud of you."

The Roc Demon King nodded in agreement: "Exactly! Especially the names of our eldest brother and seventh brother, just hearing them is enough to send chills down one's spine. Now that we've become sworn brothers, why don't we all take the title 'Great Sage' from now on?"

Upon hearing this, the Flood Dragon Demon King, who had been silent all along, smiled slightly: "This is an excellent idea. If so, I will call myself the 'Great Sage Who Overturns the Seas'."

The Roc Demon King immediately replied, "Then I shall be the 'Great Sage Who Conquers Heaven'!"

The Monkey King softly murmured, "My name is 'Great Sage of Ventilation'."

Yu Rong Wang also said, "I will call myself 'The Great Sage Who Drives Away Gods'."

After some discussion, the four demons decided on names and agreed to raise a banner upon their return to publicly support Flower Fruit Mountain.

Ye Feng smiled and gave his approval.

His summons of the kings was not truly for their immediate service.

In reality, it was just a test of their stance.

Are you willing to stand with Flower Fruit Mountain through thick and thin?

Four of the six kings came, and the outcome was acceptable. From then on, these people could all be regarded as the secret allies of Flower Fruit Mountain.

During the meal, toasts were exchanged, laughter and conversation filled the air, and both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

Although the Flood Dragon Demon King didn't talk much, he repeatedly showered Ye Feng with compliments during their conversation.

Ye Feng, being observant, noticed that his attitude was different from others—

He appeared neither humble nor arrogant, but in reality, he harbored a hint of timidity and awe.

The Peng Demon King respectfully called him his elder brother because he was genuinely impressed by his fighting prowess, and there was no reluctance in calling him "elder brother";

The Yu Rong King and the Macaque King are naturally respected by the demon race because of their inherent nature to admire the strong.

Only the Flood Dragon Demon King had a hint of evasion in his expression, as if he were facing some ancient pressure.

Ye Feng recalled that it seemed that the Flood Dragon Demon King had changed since the day he revealed the true form of the Golden Crow.

A thought struck him: This person is probably related to the ancient demon court.

Perhaps it was because they had personally witnessed the terrifying scene of the two golden crows dominating the three realms that such a deep psychological imprint was left on them.

...His age is probably much older than it appears.

He remained calm and waited until the banquet ended. Several newly appointed "Great Sages" demon kings rose to take their leave, all promising to rush to their aid if anything happened.

Ye Feng smiled and agreed.

He knew that these demon kings were all arrogant and used to working alone.

If you rush to subdue them, you may easily provoke their rebellious nature.

Now that we address each other as brothers, our bond of affection gives us more leeway in our actions.

They can wait for the "Havoc in Heaven" incident to cause a stir in the future, and then they can take advantage of the situation to firmly bind it to their own camp.

After everyone left, Ye Feng ordered the Black Bear Spirit and the Monkey to intensify their training of the troops.

He then returned to the Yiyuan Palace and secluded himself for cultivation.

He has now reached the Great Perfection of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and it will be difficult for him to make any further progress in his cultivation in the short term.

However, there is still room for improvement in combat capabilities.

In this world of competition, victory or defeat depends not only on the depth of one's cultivation.

Magical treasures and supernatural powers often determine life and death.

Both the past battles of the Investiture of the Gods and the impending tribulations of the Journey to the West serve as proof of this.

The most typical examples from the Investiture of the Gods are Yin Jiao and Yin Hong.

With the blessing of his sect's most precious treasure, his combat power surged, and he once forced Zhou's camp to retreat and not come out.

Even when the original owner arrived in person, he was countered and nearly lost his life.

(While it is certainly related to the fact that his masters Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi had their three flowers on their heads removed and their cultivation greatly diminished in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, the power of the magic weapon is evident.)

On his journey to the West, Sun Wukong suffered many losses, mostly because his opponents possessed powerful magical weapons.

Needless to say, the Golden Horned Monkey and the Silver Horned Monkey were both defeated by Sai Tai Sui with just a Purple Gold Bell.

Not to mention the Green Ox who stole the Vajra Bracelet, and the likes of the Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor, all of whom are prime examples of using treasures to intimidate others.

In terms of magical treasures, Ye Feng already possesses three powerful weapons: the bamboo staff, the Demon Emperor Sword, and the Primordial Heaven-Slaying Sword.

It was of extremely high quality and played a crucial role in the battle against a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

However, its real weakness lies in its "supernatural abilities".

This aspect has always been the weakest link in his combat power system.

To date, Ye Feng has only truly mastered one primordial fire: the "True Fire of the Sun."

This fire possesses immense power, ranking among the seven great true fires of heaven and earth. It is an innate, supremely yang and extremely strong existence.

Ye Feng used this against his enemies, and he was always invincible and unstoppable.

Unfortunately, its adaptability is limited, making it difficult to cope with all kinds of situations.

As for the other thirty-six Heavenly Gang techniques he cultivated, although some of them were incredibly powerful, they were limited by his cultivation level, and he could only glimpse their superficial aspects within the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

To achieve complete perfection, one must reach the Quasi-Saint realm.

Supernatural powers are divided into two categories: innate and acquired.

The term "innate" does not refer to abilities that existed before the creation of the world, but rather to innate talents or special gifts that originate from bloodline or destiny.

For example, the scorpion demon and the centipede demon on the journey to the West both evolved supernatural powers based on their original nature, which is a typical example of this.

Even the True Fire of the Sun that Ye Feng possesses can be included in this category.

Acquired supernatural powers, on the other hand, are entirely acquired through cultivation and enlightenment.

It is not necessarily inferior to the innate; it only depends on the cultivator's aptitude and the depth of their understanding of the Dao.

The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Dipper and the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiends are all acquired later in life, yet they are awe-inspiring throughout the Three Realms.

At this moment, Ye Feng was trying to decipher the reward previously bestowed by the system—the first move of the Seven Swords of Primordial Chaos.

He sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, and with a slight lift of his right hand, a jade slip floated out from his personal space, its surface shimmering with a chaotic light.

The jade slip fell into his palm, and with a flick of his fingertips, it shattered instantly.

In an instant, the primordial energy transformed into ancient runes, flowing like a galaxy pouring down and rushing straight to the spiritual platform.

The moment those ancient characters entered my mind, they exploded with a thunderous roar, like a thunderclap at the beginning of the universe.

Ye Feng closed his eyes, his consciousness already immersed in a turbulent chaos.

Here there is no up, down, left, right, past, or future; earth, water, fire, and wind intertwine wildly, time and space twist and entwine, all things are in a state of non-formation, and everything is in a superposition state.

Even existence itself becomes a question here.

He understood the situation within two breaths of entering this realm—

This is "Hongmeng," the primordial state before the formation of heaven and earth.

He knew that this was not real, but merely a simulation of the atmosphere created by the attack technique.

But everything before him was so realistic that he even doubted whether he had traveled back in time to the chaotic origin of the beginning of an era.

This sword manual... is probably extraordinary.

He was deeply shocked and quickly calmed himself down.

Although the outside world is violent and chaotic, it is illusory and cannot truly harm the real body.

If this were the true primordial chaos, with his current cultivation level, he would probably need to exert all his strength just to stand still.

Deep within the chaos, a Taoist priest quietly appeared.

It appeared without any warning.

Ye Feng was clearly watching that void the whole time, but he couldn't sense how Ye Feng had descended.

The Taoist's face was blurred, not because he deliberately concealed it, but because his form was completely integrated with the surrounding primordial chaos.

It has five senses, yet it is no different from chaos; it seems to exist, but is forgotten in the blink of an eye, as if it never existed.

Ye Feng was deeply shocked: What level is this?

However, the Taoist priest ignored him.

This is just a remnant of an image, a mark from countless years ago.

He gently raised his hand, and the chaotic energy condensed into a sword in his palm. It was formless and intangible, yet it contained the origin of all things.

Then, facing the chaotic primordial chaos before him, he slowly swung his sword.