The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

"Master Monkey, we've come to see you!" "Master, we've come to see you!" "Master, it's been so long! Do you still remember me? The one whose strength even you can't match."

After laughing, the group greeted the monkey master and began feeding him in small groups. Only after unloading their luggage did the three of them approach Ling Feixing and Gu Chuanhen.

Ling Feixing introduced them in the order of their speeches, but in order to make sure Gu Chuanhen recognized him, he gave him a proper introduction.

"This is Zhuge Jing, nicknamed 'Wuhou School Sorcerer,' or simply 'Sorcerer.' He is 22 years old and a student majoring in architecture."

The woman, referred to as the "Warlock," appeared to be around the same age as Ling Feixing, but noticeably younger, and was dressed in a cosplay-like outfit.

The long robe with a right slit resembled a mandarin jacket, with a green base and embroidered with dark orchids. A leather vest was worn on the shoulder, with the hem reaching the waist and no sleeves.

Wearing round-framed sunglasses and a top hat, her left wrist was adorned with two expensive jade bracelets, while her right wrist featured a string of beads made of bodhi seeds mixed with finely crafted obsidian, interspersed with gold pixiu (mythical creatures), subtly flaunting her wealth. She wore loose-fitting workout trousers that somewhat slouched over her dark red high-top sneakers. The shoelaces were tied in a unique way, with two ingot-shaped knots, a technique from intangible cultural heritage rope knotting.

Overall, he looks like a fortune teller or charlatan from the Republican era, but his shoulder-length blonde hair makes him look very fashionable.

She seems to have a unique aesthetic sense.

She wasn't as composed as Ling Feixing, nor as tall, only half a head taller than Gu Chuanhen. Her appearance wasn't as striking as Ling Feixing's either. However, she exuded a lively and talkative charm, with a mischievous smile always on her face. She was adorable and made it impossible for anyone to feel any ill will towards her. Her constant smiling made people think she was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Hello, Sister Zhuge Jing." Gu Chuanhen greeted her politely with a wave. Even someone with normal brain development and emotional intelligence would know the principle of "calling younger women 'sister' and older women 'grandma'," instead of immediately yelling, "Hey! You old hag!"

"Wow! Sister Xing, your apprentice is short, even shorter than me, hehehe! But he's so cute. Woohoo! I also want to take one of this year's hundred people as my apprentice! How dare I! I also want to be a master and lord it over everyone!" This was a martial arts master from the second dimension, taking three steps at a time, just running in a normal way, without using any martial arts skills, but his speed still surprised Gu Chuanhen.

In just one breath, she covered ten meters and stood before him. She bent down slightly and gazed at Gu Chuanhen.

Then, she pinched the temple of her glasses with her left hand and lifted the sunglasses to reveal her red contact lenses. She smiled, showing off her white teeth, and pulled out a red envelope from her vest pocket with a friendly air. "I knew from my calculations that an acquaintance would be coming with his apprentice, so I specifically told Lu Wu and Xiang Bofu that I was going to prepare red envelopes. See, this has come in handy."

Zhuge Jing smiled and looked back at the two people behind her.

"Thank you, sister!!!" Gu Chuanhen happily accepted the red envelope, rubbing it between his two fingers. Hey—it was quite thick.

"Mmm! Hmm! You're quite the charmer, I'm really enjoying it. Let me give you a quick fortune telling later." Then she secretly handed Gu Chuanhen a smaller red envelope, giggling like a friendly girl next door, and whispered in Gu Chuanhen's ear in a voice that Gu Chuanhen could hear but no one else could, "Don't tell your master, okay?"

After accepting the second red envelope, Gu Chuanhen subconsciously glanced at Ling Feixing. He looked like a young man caught stealing a stash of money.

Ling Feixing didn't mind, and just laughed heartily at Gu Chuanhen's greedy look just now: "Keep it, you can still buy food when you're in school."

"Okay, Teacher Ling." Gu Chuanhen put the red envelope into his pocket with relief.

"I've cultivated the 'Queen Mother of the West' technique and already possess spiritual perception, so naturally I know I'll see a disciple I know well. There's no need for you to go through the trouble of calculating with your fingers." The woman with a slightly hoarse voice spoke just now, and she had already walked up to Gu Chuanhen.

Gu Chuanhen listened to Lu Wu's accent. Although it was Mandarin, it still had some traces of dialects from the north of the Yellow River. That is, the pronunciation was relatively flat and the sentence ended with the falling tone. She would end each sentence with "咧" as a modal particle, which sounded like "你弄啥咧?" or "你揍啥切 (你做啥去)?"

"Hehe! Yes, it really is like old friends meeting again, and tears are welling up in our eyes! Oh—my hometown—when can I go back to my hometown? Waaah, Louis Koo, you have to take me back to my hometown, waaah."

The woman from Bajiquan, seeing the prey, was overjoyed. Upon hearing her native accent, she expressed her homesickness in a way that was both tearful and laughing.

Her tears, like arrows of homesickness, shot out.

"Okay!" Louis Koo looked at Zhuge Jing and took the opportunity of her words "Don't tell your master" to respond to Bajiquan, who was bursting with tears.

"Okay! I believe you then, great!"

Bajiquan understood the meaning behind Gu Chuanhen's words, so she broke into a wild, domineering laugh, a powerful laugh. Wow! What a madwoman's face!

Bajiquan's favorability +4.

Current favorability rating: 54/100 (Following)

Affection Level & Attention: Pay attention to the other person's activities and words, actively seek communication and interaction with them, and enjoy the time spent together.

Favorability rating: Paying attention to someone is often the beginning of caring. You're just a little short of entering the more challenging phase; can you handle it?

Bajiquan jumped up happily, and bumped into Dasheng Pigua.

The Great Sage wasn't annoyed by the chopping, but instead gazed intently at the primeval forest of Shennongjia, as if he wanted to sing and dance happily in the forest, running and swinging, and indulging in the unrestrained natural side of his spirit.

But the shackles called "divine" bound Him, preventing Him from doing such a undignified, mundane thing.

"Home? For me, is it Huaguo Mountain, Guanjiang Estuary, or the Shaanxi region? Where should my home be? Do I even need a home?"

He was lost in thought, bewildered, and waiting in his confusion for an answer.

Gu Chuanhen looked at the words in front of him with slight anxiety.

But an unexpected assist came.

"Do you want a few more red envelopes?" Lu Wu asked indifferently as he slowly took out a red envelope from his pocket.

"Of course we need them! How can a person not need a mouth and teeth?!" His strong, domineering tone completely disregarded whether others could bear it or not.

Even if he were slow-witted, Gu Chuanhen should know what to say at this moment, but he didn't want more red envelopes; he wanted to give that answer.

The answer itself is not important; what matters is the feeling and attitude with which you want to give the answer—that is the real answer.

Gu Chuanhen's loud voice, to onlookers, made them think the child probably really wanted a red envelope. He looked at Ling Feixing and smiled and nodded, and Ling Feixing nodded back, seemingly praising him.

"Speaking the truth and being a genuine person, being able to openly express what you want, is a good thing. If you are so sincere to yourself, it will be easier to see the God in your heart."

But when Ms. Lu heard Gu Chuanhen's resounding voice, a cluster of admiration appeared in her eyes, and her hand reached for the red envelope even faster.

"Alright, then I'll give you a few more red envelopes. With your greed, you'll be able to go further on the path of martial arts. Good, very spirited. I'm very satisfied with the disciple of the person I have high hopes for. Besides, are you afraid of me?" He said so many good things with a cold face, and the feeling of satisfaction almost burst out of his head, but when it landed on his face, it turned into a ferocious and distorted look with tiger teeth and a beast's face.

The imposing face, resembling both a human and a tiger's head, evolved to exude a powerful aura. Its blue face and fangs transformed into a human-like form, imbued with a fierce and murderous intent. Its fierce and malevolent aura was ancient and enduring, and through constant changes, it transformed into a grotesque, beast-like face that was both divine and human.

This change is different from the dragon appearance of Feng Yuxiu that day. If Feng Yuxiu's dragon appearance is revealed in detail by the help of light, then Lu Wu's "beast transformation" is an image directly projected into the mind. However, outside the mind, her face is indeed different from her appearance at ordinary times.

It's as if the dough is just a poorly made mask, and the face hidden under the mask makes all sorts of strange shapes by winking and making faces.

One's appearance reflects one's heart. If one believes oneself to be the evolving Queen Mother of the West, then one's appearance will naturally also reflect the evolving Queen Mother of the West. But beneath that Queen Mother of the West's outward appearance, one is still oneself.

"Hmm, maybe, but aren't you afraid people will think you're delusional if you tell me the answer like that?"

The Great Sage chuckled and, with the air of a deity, inquired of his chosen one.

The Great Sage's Slash skill increases favorability by 1.

Current favorability rating: 11.3/100 (Unfamiliar)

"Hmph! I'm not afraid at all!" Gu Chuanhen stared directly at Lu Wu's face, which was probably really changing. He felt a little guilty, but he still supported himself with his martial spirit and stubbornness and continued to talk about a conversation that could be on the same wavelength or not.

Then, her face returned to normal.

"Good, I'm very satisfied. Here are a few more red envelopes for you." Ms. Lu Wu was truly generous, pulling out nearly ten red envelopes in total. "Ling Feixing, your disciple can help you break through the barrier. I'm waiting for you to be ranked among the first in our generation."

I'm waiting for you; you must come.

With an indifferent face, he expressed his concern in his own way.

"Okay, wait for me." Ling Feixing nodded firmly.

"Haha, you're quite the opportunist. I'll consider your answer acceptable for now."

The Great Sage grinned, quite satisfied. His initial confusion and unease were masked by the opportunistic act unfolding before him.

You know this will never be the last time. But all you can do is give Him an answer every time, until she no longer needs it.

The Great Sage's Slash skill increases favorability by 1.

Current favorability rating: 12.3/100 (Stranger)

"Oh, by the way, are you going downstairs? I'm afraid I might lose control and start a fight with you."

Only then did Da Sheng Pi Gua notice the Bajiquan who had just jumped up.

"Hmph, you're about to go down there. You better wash your piss clean, then I'll punch out all the shit and piss inside you!"

The Bajiquan practitioner, with extreme domineering manner, uttered words that were not so cowardly, and returned to his location with harsh words.

She's hoping you'll let her have a fight with the Monkey King.

Hehe~ I love watching women fight against gods with female faces and figures.

Are you also Lu Xiaobu?

Having dealt with the two martial arts opponents, Gu Chuanhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and carefully examined Lu Wu.

Using a simple process of elimination, since Zhuge Jing already knows who it is, then this woman must be Lu Wu.

That was just a small test, and Gu Chuanhen almost couldn't withstand that method of subduing the enemy without a fight. There's a reason why she ranked first this year.

She wasn't as tall as Ling Feixing, but she was still about 1.76 meters tall, tall enough to look down on Gu Chuanhen. Her face was aloof and expressionless, with imposing features, exuding an air of unparalleled nobility, like an empress. However, such an aura ultimately remained ethereal, like the head of the female immortals in the Kunlun Mountains, mysterious and unfathomable, or like the unmelting snow on the mountain peak.

Then, Ling Feixing's expression turned serious, and he began to introduce the woman.

"This is Lu Wu, Hejian Lu Wu, 28 years old, an unemployed vagrant who lives off martial arts subsidies. However, because he has been living in seclusion in Kunlun Mountain for many years, he drinks dew when thirsty and eats grasshoppers when hungry. He can be self-sufficient in food and drink and does not need so much subsidy. Now it seems that your 'Queen Mother of the West' has reached the stage of 'Goddess of Plague and Punishment'."

"To be precise, the 'plague' has passed, and we've reached the 'punishment' stage. We're almost at the stage of 'a lucky god who possesses the elixir of immortality.' It's just that this stage is a bit difficult to transition to, and I'm stuck here, which is quite distressing for me." He said he was distressed, but in reality, his face was expressionless and as cold as ice.

Ling Fei "Junior sister, why are you beating me?" The enthusiastic big sister. Time is not forgiving, look at what has happened to people and children.

She was dressed in a rather imposing manner, wearing a pair of women's high-top Martin boots, and a dark red trench coat that resembled dried blood. Underneath, she wore a black shirt with the same embroidery as Zhuge Jing's clothes, featuring a ferocious image of a human-faced beast. Below the image, her fitted jeans featured a nine-tailed tiger with a human face and tiger claws, a strange beast that seemed to have just stepped out of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

She looked down at Gu Chuanhen, her facial muscles twitching, winking and grimacing, her facial features contorting uncontrollably. She didn't hand over the red envelope because she hadn't even managed to smile.

Gu Chuanhen looked up at Lu Wu's forced smile, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to help her fix it, but he didn't dare.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, while the other two did not disturb them, simply waiting. However, one of them did manage to break the deadlock.

"Because she hasn't yet reached the stage of being the head of the female immortals, the 'Queen Mother of the West,' she can't make expressions like laughing or crying, and her speech is also flat. However, she can easily make expressions like being expressionless, fierce, and menacing, and uttering threats. After all, she corresponds to the fierce side. Once she reaches perfection, she can make all kinds of expressions." The tall man was quite generous and handed Gu Chuanhen a large red envelope first.

There was no need for Ling Feixing to introduce this man; Gu Chuanhen knew he was Xiang Bofu because his physique was simply too eye-catching.

Standing at an impressive 2.2 meters tall, he didn't appear bulky at all. Instead, he possessed a harmonious blend of agility and strength. He wasn't some muscle-bound mountain; rather, he was like a mannequin that could walk the runway, making even cheap clothes look like luxury items. His most casual attire consisted of a white vest over an oversized brown jacket with the zipper undone. The muscles in the vest seemed to bulge as if they were about to burst out of the garment. The largest size stretch jeans accentuated the contours of his leg muscles, highlighting their distinct, angular shape.

With muscles that are a hundred times greater than those of ordinary people, he was destined not to be "short and thin".

His rugged and bold face was not handsome. Because he had never shaved, he had grown some unruly, short stubble that grew on his chin. His short hair stood up straight and looked like it had been electrocuted.

The reason he's not considered handsome is because he can only be described as resolute and upright. He should be considered one of the most forthright and righteous heroes of Liangshan, capable of sharing drinks and laughter with Master Lu. Looking at Liangshan, true heroes are few and far between, and Master Lu is the one everyone loves. Anyone favored by Master Lu would naturally be a hero.

"Hello, my name is Xiang Bofu, I'm 24 years old, and I'm the junior brother of many people from the class of '90, as well as your senior sister's junior brother. I usually enjoy studying cooking and have apprenticed under many master chefs. My cooking skills are very good, by the way, little brother, what's your name?" He didn't need Ling Feixing to introduce him and introduced himself directly. The last sentence he said was quite tactful, a subtle question that allowed others to know what Gu Chuanhen's name was.

As he spoke, he politely crouched down, so Gu Chuanhen didn't have to look up anymore. After giving him a red envelope, he handed Gu Chuanhen a plastic box. The box was filled with frog-shaped pastries, their golden crusts evenly covered with a generous amount of white sesame seeds.

"These are the Overlord Pastries I made myself. You and your master should try them," Xiang Bofu said shyly as he introduced the pastries. He was shy about the word "made myself."

"My name is Gu Chuanhen, I'm 16 years old, and I'll be a second-year high school student this semester," Gu Chuanhen replied politely, looking directly at the Little Tyrant of Jiangdong. "Hello, Brother Xiang, thank you for the Tyrant Crisp."

"Hey, hello, hello, um—Gu Chuanhen, your name is taken from Qin Guan's 'The Magpie Bridge Fairy,' right? 'The delicate clouds weave patterns, the shooting stars convey sorrow.' I must say, paired with the surname 'Gu,' it does indeed have a unique artistic conception." Xiang Bofu looked at Ling Feixing with some teasing. "Flying stars convey sorrow, the character 'Ling' without a dot becomes 'Jin,' so 'Gu Jin,' 'Flying stars convey sorrow,' you two are really quite destined."

Ling Feixing smiled and shook his head, his tone filled with pride: "That's right, out of a hundred people, he was the only one who chose me."

She gave Gu Chuanhen plenty of face.

Suddenly, Xiang Bofu asked quite seriously, "Why don't you send Xiao Gu here to me, and I'll teach him a bit?"

He was quite outgoing, but Gu Chuanhen didn't dislike him. Because this older brother in front of him was very kind.

"No way! Isn't it enough that you've already taught one senior brother, Chu Ci, and one senior sister, Li Lingdang?" Ling Feixing said with a smile that concealed a dagger. But this was a smile between acquaintances, so it wasn't a big deal.

She naturally knew that Xiang Bofu wanted to find a personal apprentice and teach the apprentice the recipe for his family's traditional intangible cultural heritage snack, Bawang Su. Ling Feixing thought this was not an option for the time being, because Gu Chuanhen couldn't afford to be distracted by it. He should be pursuing his martial arts path, not focusing on culinary arts.

Ling Feixing knew that Xiang Bofu was a very good person, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to teach Gu Chuanhen. However, she couldn't stand him wasting his talent. Why didn't he use his martial arts skills to study cooking instead? Was that reasonable? It was unreasonable. She couldn't let her precious disciple learn such trivial things that he wouldn't need for the time being.

This was a subtle desire for control that neither Fei Xing nor Gu Chuanhen had yet noticed.

"How could that be? Martial arts is a nationwide sport. One more or one less person won't make a difference. But not many people learn my 'Overlord Su'! Besides, I'm so big, it's hard for me to find a partner. The girls I like are all afraid of me, so they reject me no matter how much they want to. Even if I wanted to teach my children, there's no way I could. And I'm my parents' late-life child. My mother suffered a lot when she was pregnant with me..." Xiang Bofu shook his head helplessly, his voice very loud. He changed the subject of not having a partner and his birth circumstances.

"The reason why intangible cultural heritage is intangible cultural heritage is because modern young people are increasingly unwilling to endure hardship and learn it, and they are also impetuous, thinking that they can't make money by learning intangible cultural heritage. These reasons have already led many intangible cultural heritages to the point of being lost!"

Then his expression changed, and he looked at Gu Chuanhen with the gleam of a good cook who couldn't bear to see people go hungry.

"Young man, you're too thin, you need to eat more," Xiang Bofu said with a gentle smile. "Your accent sounded quite familiar. Where in Huizhou are you from?"

"Kama City." "What a coincidence! I'm from He County. We're quite close. I'll treat you to a meal when I go back sometime. You're too thin."

Xiang Bofu and Gu Chuanhen, being from the same hometown, quickly dispelled the sense of distance between them and also bought Lu Wu valuable time.

Ms. Lu Wu finally managed to force a kind smile, which resembled that of a T800 Skynet robot. Only after she smiled did she hand the red envelope to Gu Chuanhen.

When it comes to giving red envelopes, you should always give them with a smile. Otherwise, people might think you're unwilling or reluctant to give them. It's embarrassing to give a red envelope without smiling.

Then Lu Wu, like a traditional, unassuming relative who had high hopes for someone during a holiday, began to speak encouragingly.

"I have a deep-seated hatred for you. I hope, and I wish, that you will be one of the people who defeat me."

Looking at Lu Wu's smile, Gu Chuanhen sincerely said to Lu Wu.

"Sister Lu Wu, if you really can't laugh, don't force yourself. There's no need to make things difficult for yourself."

Lu Wu immediately stopped laughing. She looked directly at Ling Feixing and gave Gu Chuanhen a thumbs up: "Your disciple is excellent! I have high hopes for her. You've taught her well!"

Ling Feixing exuded an air of domineering confidence: "Of course, after all, he's my disciple."

"Great! As expected of you, hahaha." Zhuge Jing suddenly chimed in.

"Hahahaha." Xiang Bofu laughed loudly.

Several acquaintances smiled knowingly.

Amidst the laughter, the four people plus the short man saw a giant shadow suddenly attack.

The white-haired old ape finished off the fruits and snacks, and laughed like a monkey, its laughter echoing the joy of the mountains and forests.

Suddenly, his long arms, reaching past his knees, swept around and pulled his four disciples and future disciples into his embrace.

He waited until the others had finished their conversation before joining in.

His appearance and movements were not explosive, but rather showed excellent control, as if he were handling something with great force. He had never hurt anyone he saw.

In 1947, he tore apart the strange bear-like beast because he saw that the "bear demon" was about to attack people.

The old monkey chuckled, his eyes darting around playfully. He rubbed his large head against everyone's heads, grumbling as if to say, "Why did you take so long to come see me?! My dear disciples! I missed you all so much!"

The monkey's head rubbed against Gu Chuanhen's head the most, roaring like Santa Claus All Buy saying, "You little brat, you'd better receive the earth-shattering, world-shattering Tongbei Fist from Master Satan later! Roar, roar, roar!"

He was like a child missing his playmates, like Master Cang missing his students and grand-students, but more than that, he was like a father longing for his children.

There were no tears, only joyful laughter and unwavering hugs.

The four of them did not struggle, but simply wrapped their arms around the ape's arm, enjoying the embrace they had not felt in a long time.

"Great, your hands are clean this time." Zhuge Jing giggled. "Right? Hahaha."

"Yes, indeed." "Exactly." "Well, you bet."

Gu Chuanhen, who is only 1.6 meters tall, didn't know whether to say that he smelled a foul stench of urine.

No? Monkey Master? When you shake the water pipe, do you get fur all over your body? You really don't like taking baths? Would you like to try using a Smith & Weir water heater? Also? Are you all so used to seeing blood that you don't care about the animal blood on him at all?

Fine, I'll just have to bear with it. It's a rare opportunity for them to get together.

Gu Chuanhen did not utter a sound to break the tranquility.

Then the old ape gently raised his arm and lifted the group up with great effort.

"Hahaha! Flying! Aaaaaah! Whoosh~!" Zhuge Jing laughed heartily, circling around the ape arm. It was like a giant windmill reincarnated as a gymnast.

A group of people in their early twenties were laughing loudly, as if they were playing on a swing.

Gu Chuanhen, who was the only one who couldn't reach or hug the ape's arm, looked at the four of them as if he were seeing four children of about five years old.

He stood still, looking up at the old ape leaping high into the air, and smiled gently: "That's wonderful."

In less than three seconds, he was scooped up by the descending old ape.

Master Monkey will never forget any of his disciples.

"Alas!" Gu Chuanhen seemed to have caught a strange verbal tic, "Fly!"

"Fly!" Three voices rang out in a row.

"Fly away." The last one seemed a bit out of place.

Even seaweed from Poli has never had such wonderful times.

···

"Um, how about we force Master Monkey to take a bath later? Hahaha?" "Then Junior Brother Xiang should do it." "I think that's the right thing to do, after all, he and Master Monkey are both male, and he's stronger than Master Monkey."

"Hey, little brother..."

"Don't even think about it."

Who is so calmly agitated? It goes without saying.