Chapter 28: Seven Fairies Staying There

Peach Garden.

This is an important place of the Heavenly Court.

Usually, besides the Queen Mother and the Seven Fairies, not even a fly can enter.

The Earth God leaned on his cane, guarding the gate.

His hearing is poor; he hasn't yet noticed the commotion over at Lingxiao Hall.

He only saw two clouds drifting in the distance.

One was golden bright, the other gray and hazy.

"Halt!"

The Earth God dutifully raised his cane, blocking the path.

"This is the Peach Garden's important area; idle persons…"

Bang.

He hadn't finished speaking.

The person just flew away.

Turning into a shooting star, he vanished into the depths of the cloud sea.

"So much nonsense."

Sun Wukong pulled back his foot and blew on nonexistent dust.

He took out the bunch of keys he had snatched from Tai Bai Jinxing's hands.

He didn't bother to find which one fit.

He simply shoved the whole bunch into the keyhole.

He twisted hard.

Click.

He didn't know whether the lock had opened or the door shattered.

The vermilion gate, covered in defensive arrays, collapsed with a boom.

A rich fruit fragrance rushed over him.

That was the Yin Wood spiritual energy accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

One breath, and a mortal could live ninety-nine years.

In the garden, mist and clouds twined.

Faintly, several colorful figures could be seen darting among the peach trees.

Those were the Seven Fairies.

They carried flower baskets, picking flat peaches.

This was originally in preparation for the upcoming Flat Peach Banquet.

Now, the banquet will surely not be held.

But these peaches still need to be picked.

"Ah——!!!"

The sound of the collapsing gate startled the Seven Fairies.

They turned around.

They saw a monkey standing at the gate, clad in golden armor, wearing a ferocious grin.

"That nightmare."

Five hundred years ago, that demon had pinned them down, forcing them to stand under wind and sun for a whole day.

He had returned.

"Sun… Sun Wukong?!"

The red‑clothed fairy's basket fell.

Several ripe large peaches rolled to the ground, smashing into mush.

The other fairies turned pale, huddled together, trembling.

That fear, springing from the depths of their souls, left them without even the strength to flee.

"Yo."

"All here?"

Sun Wukong strode in, shouldering his golden cudgel, swaying with each step.

His fiery golden eyes swept over the Seven Fairies without restraint.

Before, he was just a monkey.

He didn't understand romance.

He only felt these seven women were in the way, blocking his peach‑eating.

Now.

He had awakened the Primordial Source of the Chaotic Demon God, his flesh reforged, his humanity clear.

Looking again at the Seven Fairies.

They were indeed pleasing to the eye.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

Each had its own charm.

Especially the youngest, the purple‑clothed fairy.

She hid behind her sister, poking out half her head.

In those big, watery eyes, tears welled up, yet they also held a hint of curiosity.

Like a frightened fawn.

Making one want to tease them.

"Great... Great Sage."

The red-clad fairy forced her courage, her voice trembling.

"This is the Queen Mother's..."

"Shh."

Sun Wukong raised a finger to his lips.

His figure flickered.

He instantly appeared before the red-clad fairy.

Too close.

Their noses almost touched.

That intense masculine aura, mixed with the overbearing chaos, was like a net that tightly ensnared the red-clad fairy.

The red-clad fairy's legs went weak.

Her face flushed like a ripe peach.

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving violently.

She wanted to retreat, but found her body wouldn't obey.

"Queen Mother?"

Sun Wukong reached out and gently lifted the red-clad fairy's chin.

The gesture was light, yet carried an irresistible authority.

"She's hiding under the table, crying right now."

"Or, you could go call her to save you?"

The red-clad fairy's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Queen Mother... hiding under the table?"

"How is that possible?"

But the aura emanating from this monkey, enough to make heaven and earth tremble, left her no choice but to believe.

"No... I daren't..."

The red-clad fairy lowered her head.

That swath of snowy neck was tinged with a layer of crimson.

She submitted.

In the face of absolute power, so-called restraint and status were as fragile as paper.

"Seal."

Sun Wukong softly uttered a single word.

No incantation was chanted.

No hand seals were formed.

Merely a ripple of the chaos law.

The seven fairies instantly froze in place.

Maintaining various poses.

Some were terrified, some shy, some both resisting and welcoming.

Like a set of exquisite jade carvings.

Just this once.

Sun Wukong didn't turn them into wooden statues.

They could still see, hear, and think.

They could even feel the warm breeze stirred as the monkey walked past them.

This feeling of being utterly at someone's mercy was worse than death.

It also made one... panic.

"Master."

Sun Wukong no longer paid attention to those vases.

He plucked the biggest, reddest peach.

This is a top-grade peach that ripens only once every nine thousand years.

Whoever eats it will live as long as heaven and earth, sharing the same lifespan as the sun and moon.

He casually wiped it on his clothes and handed it to the Bodhi Patriarch behind him.

"Care to try?"

The Bodhi Patriarch took the peach.

He didn't even glance at the seven beauties.

In his eyes, they were merely powdered skeletons.

They were less worthy of study than the peach in his hand.

"Crack."

He took a bite.

Juice burst forth.

Sun Wukong with an expectant face said, "How about it?"

Pah.

Bodhi Patriarch spat the peach flesh out of his mouth.

His eyebrows knit tightly.

"What trash."

He casually tossed that Three Realms immortal‑fighting peach onto the ground.

As if throwing a rotten stone.

"Its spiritual energy is muddled, texture is soft."

"It smells like fertilizer."

"That's what that so‑called Queen Mother calls this defective product a treasure."

"If it were placed in the Chaos era, this tree would even be too smoky to burn as firewood."

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment.

A bit awkward.

"Then… shall we not eat it?"

"Eat what."

Bodhi Patriarch, hands behind his back, surveyed the boundless Peach Forest.

A flash of brilliance passed through his eyes.

"Although the fruit is unpalatable,"

"the roots of this tree have absorbed some of the Primordial Source of innate Ren Water."

"Take it back, nurture it with Chaotic soil, graft it."

"It might even be revived."

Bodhi made a sweeping gesture.

"Pack it."

"All of it."

Sun Wukong's eyes brightened.

He knows this job well.

Back on Mount Huaguo, he had wanted to do exactly this.

"Got it!"

Sun Wukong planted the Golden Cudgel into the ground.

His body swelled to a hundred zhang tall.

Chaotic Demon God Dharma Aspect manifested.

Two massive hands grasped the earth.

Boom—

The ground trembled.

The soil of the peach orchard lifted like a carpet.

Three thousand six hundred peach trees.

Uprooted completely.

Mud flew, branches and leaves quivered wildly.

The seven immobilized fairies watched this world‑shaking scene with wide eyes.

The once lush peach orchard,

In the blink of an eye,

Became a huge deep pit.

Not a single root remained.

"Let's go."

Bodhi Patriarch rolled up his sleeve.

Those three thousand six hundred peach trees, together with the whole garden's soil, vanished instantly into his sleeve's universe.

"Next stop."

Bodhi glanced at the distant smoke‑filled palace.

Doushuai Palace.

"Let's see if Taishang Laojun's furnace alchemy has been refined."

"Is the elixir ready?"

Sun Wukong lifted the staff.

Passing by the purple‑clothed fairy, he casually took the last peach from the basket that hadn't fallen from her embrace.

"Thanks."

"Beauty."

He pinched her delicate, breakable face.

Then laughed loudly and turned away.

Leaving only the seven disheveled, flushed fairies.

Standing at the edge of that massive earth pit.

Their garments fluttered in the wind.

This day.

Heavenly Court's nightmare has just begun.