Chapter 109: That's it—no turning back!

The attendant who greeted them had already prepared everything, smiling warmly: "The Peach Banquet has long been ready for you—it's the grandest event in the Three Realms, and we will surely serve with our utmost dedication."

Leading Sun Wukong to the rear, they saw rows upon rows of iron pots arranged on the ground, identical to the ones Chen Nuo used.

The only difference was that Chen Nuo's was copper, while these were iron.

"Not bad, not bad." Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction.

Everything was now ready—let the immortals attending the banquet from the Three Realms look forward to tomorrow.

"I've returned home—why are you still following me?" the Ox Demon King said, flying through the sky while speaking to the carefree Peng Demon King beside him.

The Peng Demon King's face showed a hint of disdain: "I don't want to bring more along—old man keeps muttering all day, it's driving me crazy."

"Maybe we should go to Elder Brother Niu's place to get some wine and food."

The Ox Demon King chuckled: "That's the expectation of the Senior Kunpeng for you."

Then he glanced at the Peng Demon King's flapping wings behind him, and a trace of envy appeared on the Ox Demon King's face.

"Brother, your divine ability is still the most convenient—it consumes little and flies fast."

Upon hearing this, the Peng Demon King grew even more proud: "Of course not! Look at me back then—I displayed my divine ability before my father, and his dazed expression was almost enough to make me die laughing."

"Look at my speed!"

The Peng Demon King's wings instantly accelerated, surpassing the Ox Demon King, then in the next moment slowed and landed softly behind him, circling around the Ox Demon King in a loop.

The Ox Demon King frowned, suddenly pulling himself down, saying: "Just say you're fast if you are—no need for this infuriating method, damn it!"

He halted his descent, flying straight down toward the ground.

The Peng Demon King was instantly dazed: "Hey, where are you going?"

"If you want to fly, fly yourself—I'm home." A muffled voice came from below, the Ox Demon King's tone gloomy.

The two demons landed before the cave of Cuiyun Mountain. The Ox Demon King, who had originally been smiling, suddenly stiffened in expression.

"What's wrong, Elder Brother Niu?" the Peng Demon King beside him asked, greatly surprised.

"The Asura Clan!" the Ox Demon King said, somewhat guilty.

The Peng Demon King blinked: "Asura? Isn't that your sister-in-law's clan? What's the problem?"

"Someone from the Asura Clan has come." As the Ox Demon King's wife is of the Asura Clan, he is especially sensitive to such auras.

Without a word, he strode quickly into the cave, struck the door hard—but the massive entrance opened without any obstruction.

The Ox Demon King entered silently, and the Peng Demon King, sensing something amiss, hurriedly followed.

Upon entering the Great Hall, the Asura aura grew stronger, and the Ox Demon King's heart inexplicably began to tremble with anxiety.

Could it be that my father-in-law sent people? Is Shanshan unhappy and wants to return to her parents' home?

That's why they summoned so many Asura clansmen to receive her?

Anxiety surged in his heart, and his steps quickened even further.

Just as he entered the center of the cave, he saw several little demons wailing and rushing toward him, collapsing to their knees.

"Great King, it's terrible! Madam, Madam has been abducted by the Asura!"

The Ox Demon King's face shifted from initial unease to stupor, then to urgency—but in the little demons' words, he detected the key.

Abducted!

"Speak clearly!"

"Exactly what happened?"

The little demon stumbled to his feet, voice choked with tears: "The Asura Clan came with many people, forcefully broke in, and abducted Madam."

Was it Shanshan who was taken?

The Ox Demon King's eyes widened in fury: "Who came? What is their cultivation level?"

The little demon shook his head: "I don't know—the leader was a woman, and she doesn't seem as powerful as Madam."

"Then why was Madam taken?"

"Doesn't Madam have the Banana Fan?"

The Ox Demon King's words came in rapid succession—he was truly frantic.

"But,

but they used treacherous means, poisoning the water—Madam was simply lifted away, and that woman even said..."

"What else did she say?" the Ox Demon King shouted, grabbing the little demon's shoulder and hauling him up.

"And, and she said..." the little demon winced, struggling to speak: "She said... to take Madam back and... remarry... her to Indra's son."

What!

The Ox Demon King's eyes instantly turned blood-red, his fists clenched tightly.

The little demon's shoulder was squeezed until it cracked, his face twisted in pain: "Great King, Great King, spare my life!"

"When did they leave?"

"Just yesterday!"

After a long silence, the Ox Demon King clenched his fists, voice low and heavy: "Brother, forgive me—I cannot join you for wine."

"Wei Xiong, there are still matters I must attend to!"

The Peng Demon King observed everything, his face etched with concern: "Brother, are you really going?"

"Go!"

The Ox Demon King's voice was short and powerful, resolute beyond doubt.

"But that's the Netherworld!" the Peng Demon King hesitated.

"The Netherworld is far more than just the surface-level Ten Kings of Hell—the Asura Clan, the Buddhist Sect's Earth Store, powers intertwined in complex ways—not to mention even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would need caution, let alone an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal venturing there."

"What's so special about the Netherworld? Even if the Heavenly Court goes there, so what?" the Ox Demon King replied, his voice uncharacteristically calm.

But if one listened closely, they could feel the extreme, suffocating anger hidden within.

"What if I can't say it?" The Peng Demon King looked at the Ox Demon King's upright back and asked.

"Then we fight!"

"What if I can't come back?"

The Ox Demon King straightened his body, without any sleaziness, but instead spoke more firmly: "Then it's a one-way trip!"

If he can't even win back his own woman, does he deserve the title of Demon King? Does he deserve the Holy Person's mount? Does he deserve the love of the fan-wielding one for him?

The Sea of Blood has no path? Then he will open a blood road! The Netherworld has no life? Then he will step through the Birth Gate!

Turning his head to look at the Peng Demon King, the Ox Demon King said seriously: "Brother, you go back first."

He also couldn't be certain what this journey would be like, but he knew he couldn't let his close brother accompany him into this unknown.

Forcing a hearty laugh, he said: "Wait till I bring back your sister-in-law, then I'll come find you for drinks."

Looking up and down at the Ox Demon King, his sharp eyes seemed as if they wanted to see through the Ox Demon King entirely, yet the Ox Demon King still kept his unchanged expression, still maintaining that heroic bearing.

The Peng Demon King smiled slightly, stepped forward, and said carelessly: "Good, then little brother I will respectfully await Elder Brother Ox's invitation."

His voice carried a hint of nonchalance, and he spoke fluently as he left the Ox Demon King's cave dwelling.

The Ox Demon King said nothing more, only feeling an inexplicable bitterness well up in his heart—this was the best way to handle it, wasn't it?

He himself also didn't want to drag Old Peng into this.

Closing his eyes tightly, breathing deeply, then opening his eyes again, his entire bearing underwent a transformation!

Heavy, overbearing, gaze icy, killing intent restrained.

Gripping the iron rod tightly in his hands, he exerted force, as if wanting to leave a mark on this weapon.

Today, the Ox Demon King will tread the Netherworld Sea of Blood to welcome back his hair-wife!

Ling Mountain.

"Buddha, would you like to have dinner?" The attending monk respectfully gazed upon the bed where that large-bellied, joyous figure—more cheerful than solemn—lay, and inquired.

Maitreya Buddha swayed his big head, laughing heartily as he said: "No need."

His plump hands patted his belly, producing a sound like tapping a ripe watermelon.

"Tomorrow we go to the Peach Banquet; the almsgiving monk must save his stomach."

The attending monk's eyes revealed deep envy.

"Buddha, your luck is truly good—only you were selected."