Chapter 65

Although these words are somewhat exaggerated, they also contain a few grains of truth, but those great beings certainly would not participate in this matter.

Sun Wukong laughed: "Then you can still mix into a Marshal? You must have bribed your way in, right?"

"This Heavenly Court is really casual."

Upon hearing this, Tianpeng directly flew into a rage—his identity as Water Army Marshal was his pride; how could he tolerate others trampling on it!

Just as he wanted to speak up and show off again, he discovered Sun Wukong still wanted to kick him two more times.

"Ah, Monkey Brother, spare my feet!" Tianpeng was greatly startled and immediately turned into a coward.

"What should I call you?" Sun Wukong leaned his ear over, looking as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"I remember you seemed to have said before—if you could hurt me, you'd call me what?"

Seeing Sun Wukong about to step down with his foot, Tianpeng's heart hardened, and he said: "Father Monkey, don't kick, don't kick."

Sun Wukong stopped his foot, but he merely switched to the other foot, wearing a full-face evil grin as he said: "I also heard you just said—what if you move a little?"

"Grandfather Monkey! Lift your noble foot, Grandfather Monkey!" Tianpeng completely abandoned face—he was already half-dead, and this kick would surely turn him into an unknown quantity.

Hearing the words he wanted to hear, Sun Wukong slowly nodded his head, retracted his foot, but seeing Tianpeng's face of having just survived a catastrophe, Sun Wukong again stirred up mischievous thoughts.

"Speak—how do you want to die?"

"??" Tianpeng was dazed—hadn't he already beaten himself into this state? Isn't that enough?

"Grandfather Monkey, you're not joking with me, are you? I've already called you Grandfather Monkey!" Tianpeng strained to squeeze out a smile and said.

"Yeah, but does that differ from what I want to do to you—kill you?" Sun Wukong said fiercely.

Tianpeng thought inwardly: "This damn thing seems to have no difference at all!"

"This Old Monkey originally wanted to happily drink some liquor, but you guys—good grief—directly sent a little girl, and a guy holding a big pagoda with a little pudding in hand to catch me!"

Little girl? Little pudding guy? What the hell is that!

Tianpeng listened with a completely dazed expression.

But after thinking it over, Tai Bai Jin Xing had said that once Nezha's defeat was understood, the little girl must be Nezha—that boy with a male appearance but female looks!

As for the one holding the pagoda and accompanying Nezha, it could only be Li Jing—but what the hell is Li Jing's "little pudding" supposed to be?

Regardless of what Tianpeng thought in his heart, Sun Wukong said to himself: "I didn't take it seriously either—just beat them and let them go."

"Result: you came again—do you really think this Old Monkey is made of mud?" Sun Wukong said fiercely; mentioning this, his anger surged up!

Drinking liquor calls for a certain atmosphere—once was enough, but you still have the guts to come a second time!

Holy shit! This Nezha and Li Jing damn it—misled me!

Tianpeng inwardly wanted to curse them to death.

"Grandfather Monkey, let me drink with you—how about that? I'm quite good at livening up the atmosphere!" For his life, Tianpeng volunteered himself.

"Just looking at you makes me angry—kill, kill!" Sun Wukong secretly laughed in his heart, his face unmoved, even pulling out the Ruyi Knife.

Tianpeng was completely panicked—this monkey truly wants his life!

"Grandfather Monkey, I am the Heavenly Court Marshal, a high official—if I die, they will definitely investigate!" Tianpeng shouted, face full of terror, began desperately struggling, but the rope binding him looked thin, yet his magic power sealed by Sun Wukong, he absolutely could not break free.

Sun Wukong would not take that medicine—hand rose, knife fell!

Watching the descending Ruyi Knife, Tianpeng's heart held only despair.

"Farewell forever, Chaos Residence!"

Tianpeng closed his eyes and shouted with all his strength, uttering his final farewell.

But he felt no pain at all—opening his eyes, he saw the Ruyi Knife had not fallen on him, and Sun Wukong looked at him doubtfully.

"Do you know Chaos Residence?"

"I know, I know!" Tianpeng nodded repeatedly, saying: "Isn't that just the shop on Fangcun Mountain,

Owner surnamed Lin!"

Having said that, Tianpeng then belatedly looked at Sun Wukong and asked: "Grandfather Monkey, could it be you also know?"

"I am his disciple—how could I not know?" Sun Wukong casually flicked the Ruyi Knife back.

Tianpeng's first reaction was disbelief, but after thinking it over, this monkey is so extraordinary—under heaven, aside from Shopkeeper Lin, perhaps no great being could teach such a thing?

No wonder the Buddhist Sect couldn't find him back then—originally, he went to Shopkeeper Lin's place.

Not finding him—this is completely normal!

That shop—unless it's a chance encounter or one knows the exact location, no matter what method is used, it cannot be found!

Tianpeng couldn't help but inwardly rejoice: "Grandfather Monkey, Grandfather Monkey, I've consumed in that shop before—I'm still a VIP member, one of our own!"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, casually waved his hand—Tianpeng fell flat in a dog-eating-shit pose, but didn't care about the pain, hastily said: "Grandfather Monkey, we two truly don't know each other until we fight!"

"Look at your spineless appearance—just call me Brother." Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.

"Monkey Brother!"

Tianpeng's face full of enthusiasm—his prior grudges against Sun Wukong were all thrown to the back of his mind, after all, this is Shopkeeper Lin's disciple!

Could it be I'm not his rival—isn't this just showing off before the master?

"Dare I ask, Monkey Brother, how many divine abilities have you awakened?" Tianpeng asked carefully.

Sun Wukong originally wanted to show off, but then remembered Chen Nuo's warning to stay low-key.

So he restrained himself and said lightly: "Not many—ten."

Tianpeng: Holy shit, ten?! That's too damn impressive!

Tianpeng's face full of envy and awe—he has only managed to awaken two so far.

"Your earlier strange movement technique and color-changing defense—did you also learn those from my master?" Sun Wukong glanced at Tianpeng, said lightly.

"Monkey Brother, you truly have eyes like torches!" Tianpeng's face full of shock—he didn't expect to be seen through at a glance.

Hehehe laughed, eyes gaining a few more shades of envy, said: "Monkey Brother, how long did it take you to awaken ten divine abilities?"

Sun Wukong roughly calculated and said: "About nine years and three months."

"Taking this long?!" Tianpeng was shocked.

Sun Wukong nodded and said: "Master's reverse awakening divine ability is getting harder and harder, which means every time you awaken a divine ability, the next one requires double the effort!"

Tianpeng nodded thoughtfully—no wonder his third divine ability never awakened; he even thought it had lost its efficacy.

"Monkey Brother, do you provide meals for your disciples?" Tianpeng's eyes darted as he hatched a little scheme.

Sun Wukong shook his head: "What meals? Buy your own!"

Eh...

Tianpeng's face was lined with black marks—Old Man Chen really is, one for one, clear as day in his calculations!

"Then Monkey Brother, what's your fee standard?"

"Ten monkey hairs a day."

Tianpeng stared—monkey giving monkey hair? This is too satisfying, isn't it?

How lucky is this monkey, that he deserves a Golden Immortal-level magic treasure, forcing him to often team up with that dog for treasure hunts?

Tianpeng regretted deeply, unable to find a loophole.

Tianpeng's desire to become Chen Nuo's disciple and take a shortcut faded, but he carefully examined Sun Wukong's relatively rare hair and secretly nodded.

No wonder he awakened so many divine abilities—he hasn't eaten little!

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Tianpeng fell silent for a moment, still deciding to kindly remind Sun Wukong.

"Monkey Brother, the hair on your body is far less than that of ordinary monkeys!"

"I know that."