Chapter 38: Reincarnator Invasion in Progress

Journey to the West: Starting by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text Volume, Chapter 38, Reincarnator Invasion in Progress: "Hiccup!"

After eating and drinking his fill, Sun Wukong let out a satisfied burp; it had been five hundred years, and this was the first time he had felt this comfortable.

Although the young man before him was a monk, he had given him bananas and Happy Water that tasted even better than immortal wine or fine brews.

Aside from the heavy slap he gave him at the beginning, he was actually a pretty good person.

"Are there any more? I'm only seventy percent full," Sun Wukong asked.

"There is more."

Xuanzang repeated his old trick and redeemed another batch of fresh fruit.

In the Chat Group Mall, these fruits were dirt cheap; one point could redeem tons of them, and there was as much as one could want.

Seeing Xuanzang conjure up so many fruits again, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he chuckled.

However, this time he wasn't as impatient as before, but instead asked:

"My old Sun can tell, you are different from those monks of Buddhism. But, tell me, what is your true purpose?"

Xuanzang clapped his hands, walked over to sit down in front of Sun Wukong, and said:

"No purpose, I just came to see you, Houzi."

"Although my old Sun is a monkey, I am not a fool; you can't play me for one. We have no ties or relations, yet you treat me so well that I feel embarrassed. Do you want me to kowtow to you a few times?" Sun Wukong said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"If you want to, I won't stop you," Xuanzang said.

"Tch!" Sun Wukong curled his lip.

"Houzi, if you really feel embarrassed, just teach the two little demons behind me some magic; that should be a small matter for you," Xuanzang said.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong used his Fiery Eyes to size up Bai She and Xiaoqing, then said slowly:

"They have some potential, though not much! Very well, having received your favor, it is only reasonable to teach them some magic."

"Xiaobai, Xiaoqing, what do you want to learn?" Xuanzang said.

The lively Xiaoqing was about to speak, but was stopped by Xiaobai.

Xiaobai said politely: "We sisters will learn whatever the Great Saint teaches."

It must be said that the term "Great Saint," spoken from the bottom of Xiaobai's heart, greatly satisfied Sun Wukong's vanity.

"You little white snake are quite sensible, hehehe," Sun Wukong said.

"In exchange for these bananas and fruits, today I will open your eyes, you two little demons.

Back in the day, my old Sun ascended to heaven and descended to earth, sweeping through the Heavenly Court's Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers.

That was all thanks to the Seventy-Two Transformations, the Somersault Cloud, the Law Manifestation of Heaven and Earth, the Indestructible Vajra Body, and my boundless fighting spirit." A look of pride appeared on Sun Wukong's face.

He seemed to have returned to those glorious years, pointing out the landscape.

"Great Saint, are you going to teach us these divine abilities?" Xiaobai asked.

"Of course not. These divine abilities are vast and profound; with your talent, you wouldn't be able to master them even in ten thousand or eight thousand years.

You are not stone monkeys born of heaven and earth that absorb the essence of the sun and moon; you don't have that capability.

So, my old Sun will just pick a few minor abilities from the Seventy-Two Transformations, and that will be enough for you to benefit from for a lifetime," Sun Wukong said.

"I see!"

Xiaobai was slightly disappointed, but she could accept it; after all, human greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, and laying a solid foundation step by step was the hard truth.

Xiaoqing, meanwhile, complained inwardly: "Stingy! Stinky monkey!"

"The Seventy-Two Transformations refers to seventy-two types of divine abilities. 'Transformation' is just one of them; if you practice it to the extreme, you can achieve Myriad Transformations. Whether it flies in the sky, walks on the ground, or swims in the water, you will be proficient in everything. Do you want to learn?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiaobai and Xiaoqing replied in unison.

Transformation was a high-level magic. Although they were demons, they didn't know it; at most, they only knew blinding tricks to confuse mortals.

Xuanzang listened from the side; perhaps because he had been lonely for five hundred years, Sun Wukong was very patient and spoke incessantly as he taught the two snakes magic.

Perhaps teaching the magic was fake, and wanting to find someone to chat with was the real motive.

Originally, Sun Wukong only intended to teach the art of transformation, but as he went on, he also taught Cloning, Invisibility, Wind Control, Inviting Immortals, Mountain Moving, Earth Walking, and other divine abilities.

These abilities were all part of the Seventy-Two Transformations, and ordinary little demons would never have the opportunity to encounter or learn them.

Xuanzang listened to these abilities, though he didn't intend to learn them.

But his talent was too great; once he heard them, he knew them. There was no helping it—this damn talent.

While Xiaobai and Xiaoqing were learning magic, Xuanzang was in the Chat Group on the side.

At the same time, because of the Chat Group's intervention, the fates of the group members were also changing imperceptibly.

Martial arts world, Legend of the Condor Heroes plane, Peach Blossom Island.

Peach Blossom Island was like a paradise, located overseas, surrounded by seawater, and sparsely populated.

Suddenly, a black vortex appeared out of thin air above Peach Blossom Island.

Not long after, several figures appeared behind the black vortex.

They emerged one after another, totaling five people: four men and one woman.

These five were all dressed in strange clothes, not uniformly dressed, and clearly did not belong to this world.

The leading man was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, but his face was oriental, clearly a mixed-race individual.

Behind him was a man dressed in ancient attire, holding a long sword, dressed like a swordsman.

There was also a man in camouflage, covered in various cutting-edge mechanical equipment, and a pale-faced, strange-looking man.

As for the only woman, she was dressed exceptionally provocatively; every move and smile seemed to be a hint, and even her gaze seemed to pull threads through the air.

"Boss, with our team's strength, clearing a low-martial arts dungeon shouldn't be a problem," the man in camouflage said, fiddling with a dagger.

The blonde man in the lead, who was the team leader, had a cold expression and said:

"There is an old saying in the East: even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Do not underestimate your opponents. Although this world is a low-martial arts world, the top experts here can still kill you quite easily."

"Heh, I don't believe it. Although I haven't practiced martial arts, my physical attributes have long been impervious to blades and spears under the Main God's enhancements. A mere low-martial arts world is not worth mentioning," the man in camouflage said confidently.

"Do not underestimate Martial Dao!" the man in ancient costume said coldly.

Hearing this, the man in camouflage still shut his mouth.

They came from the Main God Space, and were either cannon fodder or protagonists chosen from among the thousands of infinite Multiverse.

Entering the Main God Space represented infinite possibilities, achieving all sorts of impossibilities.

But those who died at the very first step were also countless.

The few of them were lucky enough to form a small team, and after experiencing a few elementary planes, they could be considered to have gained a bit of extraordinary power.

As for this low-martial instance, it was a D-Rank Instance rewarded by the Main God Space; it had no difficulty, and one could obtain points by killing important characters in the instance, or even use it to farm points.

In the world of reincarnation, life is points!

Harvesting life is equivalent to obtaining points!

Just as the few were assigning tasks, above the peach forest in the distance, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar stepped through the air, accompanied by peach blossoms filling the sky, his aura extraordinary.

This man was none other than the master of Peach Blossom Island, the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi.

When the anomaly appeared in the sky, Huang Yaoshi had discovered something was wrong and immediately rushed over to investigate.

He did not expect that Peach Blossom Island, which was deserted all year round, would suddenly have five strange "humans" appear out of thin air.

"Who dares to trespass on Peach Blossom Island?" Huang Yaoshi demanded, his refined mood completely ruined.

The man in camouflage slowly took out the Desert Eagle with infinite ammunition from his hand.

He prepared to give this member of the Five Greats of the World a big surprise.