Chapter 296: Four Brothers

Shang Sanzang's life was a life of hardship.

Abandoned by his parents from childhood, he was adopted by the temple monks.

Furthermore, because he possessed divine strength from childhood, he became a martial monk at the biggest temple in Chaoge City.

Just a few years ago, when the Great King entered the temple to pray for blessings for the Great Shang, he, as the finest martial monk, was demonstrating to the Great King the feat of breaking stone with his chest.

Just then, Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly descended and personally commanded him, a martial monk, to be the scripture pilgrim.

At first, Shang Sanzang was quite happy.

After all, as long as he completed this, he would become a meritorious official of the Great Shang and return; he might even become the temple's abbot.

But all of this changed after he met his first disciple.

At that moment, Shang Sanzang wished he had never chosen to become a martial monk.

If he lacked the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards and instead devoted himself solely to Buddha, he might not have been chosen by Guanyin Bodhisattva as the pilgrim, and thus would not have met these four unfortunate disciples.

Especially the third disciple, this legendary Nezha the Third Prince.

His temper is terrible; at the slightest displeasure, he punches and kicks him.

Great Lord True King, though he speaks little, is the most ruthless; when he opens his heavenly eye, demon after demon on mountain after mountain is slain.

And the eldest disciple, the legendary Sun Wukong, though his abilities are the weakest among the three disciples, his background is immense.

Along the way, which demon seeing them wouldn't call them 'grandfather'?

Of course, the most important thing is that the other side often asks him to help carry that staff.

Along the journey, Shang Sanzang discovered that his strength had increased considerably.

Fortunately, there is this amiable Dragon Grandfather; although as a mount, he often requires the pilgrim to carry him on his back.

But only this one will speak for him, so carrying the Dragon Grandfather along the way, Shang Sanzang does so gladly.

"Sanyanwa, I heard there are seven beautiful fairies on Pan Si Ridge; shall we capture them and bring them back?"

Nezha took a bite of fruit and immediately spat it out with a 'pah'.

Since taking on the pilgrimage mission, he has been unable to eat or sleep well, so it's no wonder his temper keeps worsening.

Seeing this, Shang Sanzang hurriedly hid behind the Dragon Grandfather, not daring to raise his head.

"Hmph, I don't think it's that great!"

Ao Qian let out a cold snort and said.

"Sigh, you Sanyanwa, after all these years, can't you still get over that matter?"

Nezha sighed and said, "Didn't Father say it all along? Back then, it was Yang Chan who took the initiative, and besides, that child Chenxiang is quite adorable; you don't need to keep hiding in Guanjiangkou, do you?"

"No need to say more; unless Father apologizes to me, I will never return to the Heavenly Court!"

Ao Qian said.

"Tsk, you guys are really troublesome; if you were like me, single-mindedly cultivating, you wouldn't have so many worries."

Then Ao Wukong said, "Ao Qian, according to me, if you just become stronger than Father and let him apologize, isn't that easy?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Qian's face turned cold, and he glared fiercely at Ao Wukong.

"Hehe, Wukong, you're still young; don't dream of impossible things!"

At this moment, Nezha chuckled and said.

Although Ao Qian has already cultivated to the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm and even participated in the War of Destroying Saints of that year,

but it is precisely because he participated in that Heaven-Overturning War that Ao Qian knows just how strong his own father's power is.

You know, back then the Two Saints were literally beaten to death by his own father!

Even when the Heavenly Dao finally manifested, it could not save the Two Saints.

Therefore, although Ao Qian is proud, he also clearly knows he could never be a match for his own father.

What's more, to raise a hand against his own father?

Even getting past his mother Fairy Yunhua is impossible, truly a barrier that cannot be crossed.

After all, without using the divine ability 'Father's Aid,' he might not be a match for his mother.

"Ong—"

Just then, a massive pressure descended, several people's faces changed, and Ao Qian further unleashed his heavenly eye, shooting out a golden light.

"Not bad, a pity!"

Watching the incoming golden light, Ao Yifan did not dodge, letting it fall upon himself.

However, the instant the golden light approached Ao Yifan, ripples appeared around him, swallowing the light.

"Boom—"

At the same moment, a vast surge of flame engulfed Ao Yifan's surroundings, instantly submerging his entire person.

"Hah, how dare you attack us three brothers, you're looking for……"

Before Nezha's words had finished, he felt his hand lighten, his Fire-tip Spear forcibly wrenched from his grip.

A slight shake of that power sent the encircling flames and Nezha himself flying away.

The Fire-tip Spear seized by the opponent's right hand continued to tremble, as if trying to return to its owner's hand.

"Quiet down!"

At that moment, a finger lightly tapped the Fire-tip Spear, and instantly, the spear that had been violently struggling also fell silent.

"How is that possible?"

Nezha's face showed utter disbelief; he could not believe that this suddenly appearing ghost-faced person could so easily suppress his Fire-tip Spear.

"Take this strike from me!"

Just then, a low shout came.

Immediately afterward, a staff a hundred zhang long was seen sweeping across.

Seeing this, Ao Yifan's eyes lit up, and he immediately swung the fire-tip spear in his hand, charging to meet the staff.

Clang—

A tremendous roar that shook heaven and earth rang out, and Ao Wukong felt his arm go numb, the golden hoop rod almost slipping from his grasp.

"What tremendous strength—who exactly are you? Why can't my fiery eyes and golden pupils see through your concealment art?"

Ao Wukong looked at the ghost-faced masked person opposite him, then shouted to Ao Chen and Nezha: "Is this person your enemy? Where did you provoke such a formidable opponent?"

"I don't know him, three-eyed child. As the Celestial Judge of Law these years, you've offended the most people—isn't it you who provoked him?"

Nezha shouted.

"Not me either!"

Ao Chen said coldly.

As he spoke, he gestured with his right hand, and the Illuminating Lamp of the World flew out.

Immediately after, a burst of his mana struck the Illuminating Lamp of the World, accompanied by a flicker of soft light, and a transparent lotus blossom instantly bloomed beneath Ao Yifan's feet.

"Seal!"

The lotus petals tightened, as if trying to draw Ao Yifan inside.

"Oh? You've already managed to use this treasure to such an extent?"

Feeling the powerful sealing force all around, Ao Yifan nodded in satisfaction.

"But, your father is still your father—today I'll give you brats a proper lesson!"

With a thought, a transparent wheel slowly appeared behind Ao Yifan.

"What is this?"

In the darkness, watching the wheel behind Ao Yifan, Hou Tu Niangniang's expression turned somewhat strange.

For she could not even recognize the origin of this treasure, yet she could sense that it was extraordinarily exceptional.

"Myriad Spirits Return to One Wheel!"

This top-tier supreme treasure, shaken loose from Hou Tu Niangniang, a peak quasi-saint, is the first time Ao Yifan has used it since obtaining it.