Chapter 207

After a moment of contemplation, the Tathagata gave himself a little face and said: "But if that person jumps out to cause trouble when I suppress the monkey, what then? I have no absolute certainty I can subdue this person."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti and Jieyin also fell into thought, especially Jieyin, whose already bitter face now furrowed even more.

His Western Paradise truly is full of calamities; now it's come to this, and who knows what new obstacles will arise when the Journey to the West officially begins.

"Like this!" Zhunti suddenly broke the brief silence.

"I grant you a Holy Person's power; if that person appears, unleash it at the critical moment to suppress and kill him, eliminating future troubles!" Zhunti spoke like an old monk in meditation, yet his voice carried a killing intent that chilled the air, his gaze so fierce none dared meet it directly.

Had it not been for the variable, his Holy Corpse Bodhi Old Ancestor would long ago have taken the monkey as a disciple, passing on the teachings, with gratitude as weighty as a mountain.

Once the Journey to the West is settled, Sun Wukong, as the main figure of the Great Calamity, this master of his could also obtain boundless merit.

As fellow Holy Persons, his cultivation strength is the weakest, and he awaits this merit to allow his own cultivation a certain rise.

Now it turns out well—the Spiritually Awakened Stone Monkey has become another's disciple, and his schemes have been spoiled from the very start.

It is easy to imagine how deeply Zhunti hates Chen Nuo, this troublemaker.

Thinking this, Zhunti pointed his finger, and a golden light entered the Tathagata's body.

He then spoke: "This Holy Person's power can be used once at will, raising any of your techniques to the level of a Holy Person's might."

Zhunti did not give more, for he felt it unnecessary; he always believed that if he encountered that person, he would surely kill him instantly.

In his view, Chen Nuo's cultivation is at most Preparatory Saint, barely stronger than the Tathagata.

The Tathagata's strength is not lacking; with the added boost of a Holy Person's strike, subduing this person would be more than enough.

"Thank you, Holy Person, for granting the Dharma!" Feeling the surging power within him reach its peak, the Tathagata rejoiced beyond expectation.

With the aid of the Holy Person's power, even if the monkey's backer possesses heaven-shaking abilities, he would struggle to resist; then he would directly and forcefully suppress the monkey—if the hidden one does not appear, all the better; if he does appear!

The Tathagata's broad face revealed a hint of cold intent; he would surely slay him, to warn others!

Moreover, the Tathagata harbored hidden joy in his eyes; this Holy Person's power he could also contemplate, which would likewise raise his cultivation somewhat.

His confidence also rose, and performing the Buddhist salutation, he said: "I will surely suppress that monkey smoothly!"

"Good." Jieyin nodded, his originally bitter old face now relaxing somewhat.

If they could truly remove that persistent troublemaker, his Buddhist Sect's future development would no longer suffer setbacks.

The Buddhist Gate's great prosperity is now within reach.

Zhunti waved his hand: "You may return for now; the Buddhist Sect still has many matters for you to handle and oversee!"

"Yes." The Tathagata responded, bade farewell, and departed.

Quite good—he also wanted to return early to ponder the profound mysteries of the Holy Person's power.

Meanwhile, in another chamber of the Purple Heaven Palace, Tongtian sat cross-legged, studying divine communication sword intent; since returning from Chen Nuo's place, he has devoted himself to this path.

Tongtian originally thought his sword way had reached its end, little did he expect this was merely a beginning.

A casual swing of his sword could destroy worlds—this is a height even he finds hard to attain.

After sensing the disappearance of the Tathagata's aura, Tongtian slowly opened his eyes; those sharp, piercing eyes now held complexity.

Regarding this former chief disciple of his, he feels disappointment outweighing hatred.

His careful teachings enabled the disciple to reach the Preparatory Saint realm, his combat power surpassing peers, even gaining the qualification to challenge veteran Preparatory Saints.

Yet now, things have changed, people are not as before—this proudest disciple of his has actually become the Buddhist Sect's public leader.

Ridiculous,

pitiful, lamentable!

For a moment, Tongtian had no mood to continue contemplation; he took out the Peach Blossom Brew and drank a large gulp.

The sweet wine lifted Tongtian's spirits somewhat; using drink to dispel sorrow only deepens it, yet that hint of pure sweetness in the Peach Blossom Brew truly does dispel sorrow.

Lowering his head, gazing at the wine in the vat, Tongtian's eyes held a hint of worry.

Since his return, the Peach Blossom Brew has never ceased daily; even at its least, it never fell below five small vats; now, hardly any remains.

Yet he has grown accustomed to drinking it; not drinking leaves him feeling somewhat off.

Alas!

Tongtian could not help but sigh.

Troubled!

If only he could go out to buy wine whenever he wished, Tongtian's heart felt myriad emotions.

But wanting to go out still requires the teacher's consent; after the previous battle with Laozi, Yuanshi, and others, the teacher likely would not agree again.

Earlier, his consent could be counted as an unexpected joy; unless, something could move the teacher!

Tongtian could not help but begin pondering in his heart.

Treasure? Cultivation method?

A barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth—this thing, better forgotten; after all, treasures are ultimately what the teacher gave.

As for self-created cultivation methods? Those would likely be looked down upon even more.

His heart troubled, Tongtian's gaze remained fixed on the vat before him, where peach fragrance drifted from the wine.

The vacant gaze gradually withdrew, and a thought arose in his heart.

If he gave this Peach Blossom Brew to the teacher to taste, would the teacher, pleased, then agree?

He dares guarantee the Peach Blossom Brew's taste is unmatched by any wine in the Three Realms; perhaps the teacher, upon tasting, would even let him often go out to buy more!

Thinking this, Tongtian unhesitatingly raised his head and drank another large gulp.

Still, for these two days, let him drink on; when only one small vat remains, that will be enough—wait until then to seek the teacher, finish one vat, then drink no more.

In this way, can he not descend to the Lower Realm?

Last time at the Chaos Residence, he only thought of drinking; Chen the shopkeeper runs a restaurant, the wine is so good, surely the food must be even better.

If he truly can come out, he must surely savor the food properly.

Tongtian stretched lazily, his whole body lying flat, suspended in midair, appearing quite content, one hand clutching the wine jar, beginning to savor it slowly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please slow down a bit! This old servant can't keep up!" Tai Bai Jin Xing watched Haotian racing ahead without stopping and couldn't help but shout.

Haotian didn't turn his head, his speed unchanged, and directly sent a voice transmission: "What's the hurry? I've already been considerate enough of you! Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to see my shadow?"

Haotian's tone was somewhat anxious, as he was still waiting to quickly eat hot pot!

"Besides, if you had gone ahead to Great Chef Sun Wukong's place to get the pot, would I need to waste this trip's effort?"

Tai Bai Jin Xing: "..."

He's having such a hard time, wasn't it Your Majesty who said that after buying things, one should immediately return to report?

However, Tai Bai Jin Xing only dared to keep this complaint buried in his stomach.

The two, one in front and one behind, arrived at the Imperial Kitchen, which was originally a remote and quiet place.

Because immortals, after all, fasting is the most basic ability.

Therefore, very few immortals would come daily to eat meals, beautifully named as keeping the body pure, believing that food would produce impurities, which to some extent would affect cultivation.

Thus, the greatest function of the Imperial Kitchen was to prepare a meal for grand occasions.

But ever since Sun Wukong showed off a skill at the Peach Banquet, everything changed, from morning to night, the immortals in the Imperial Kitchen came in an endless stream.