Chapter 172: with translation of chapter title

Sun Wukong met two, Tang Sanzang and Sister Guanyin also met them, Zhou Shuo had already prepared to meet Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie, and the Little White Dragon, and then until he met Patriarch Puti, but the next person he met was faster than expected and also more unexpected.

In the vast desert, Zhou Shuo accompanied by Ying Nüxia and Feiyan Nü proceeded slowly, but a striking black cloud rolled in from the horizon, in an instant it flew over everyone's heads, yet unexpectedly, when the black cloud swept toward the distance, it suddenly turned back, transforming into a black wind that swooped down.

"Impudent!" Zhou Shuo looked at the incoming black wind, without a word sent several streams of non-heavenly sword qi, which slightly stalled the black wind, then he took out the purple‑blue jade cup and released a sheet of purple‑blue divine flame.

"Which exalted one is wandering this desert, making this old bull misjudge?" Upon touching the purple‑blue divine flame, the black wind suddenly unfurled, spun once in the sky and landed, turning into a ragged giant, black‑faced with a prominent nose, horns on his head, holding a steel fork, and letting out a hey laugh.

"Bull Demon King." Ying Nüxia looked at the ragged giant on her person, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

"Eh, you still know my old bull." The giant looked at the speaking Ying Nüxia, somewhat surprised.

"You, a great demon lord, just tried to ambush us—what for?" Ying Nüxia looked at the startled giant, her heart filling with strong apprehension, but she didn't relax her mouth; just now this guy wanted to ambush them.

"Heh heh, it's not an ambush, I just ran into a fellow traveler and wanted to exchange a few words." Niu Mo Wang looked at the dashing Ying Nüxia and the lovely, cute Feiyan Nü, his bull eyes rolling.

"Lewd bull with impure six senses." Zhou Shuo looked at Niu Mo Wang's gaze, curled his lip and gave a cold snort, while Feiyan Nü and Ying Nüxia heard and changed expression.

"Niu Mo Wang, no matter how you say it, you're still a great demon lord, a sect leader, yet you dare…" Ying Nüxia looked at the black‑cow head with lustful eyes, heard Zhou Shuo's words, and instantly flew into a rage.

"Elder Sister Ying, he might not be the same Niu Mo Wang you know." Feiyan Nü looked at the black‑cow head with lustful eyes, her eyes twitched slightly, she leaned to Ying Nüxia's ear and said, while Ying Nüxia also momentarily stalled, then relaxed, but he is still Niu Mo Wang after all.

"Hmph, lovely ladies, gentlemen seek good matches—what's wrong?" Niu Mo Wang looked at the two girls whispering, and let out a cold snort toward Zhou Shuo.

"Of course there's nothing wrong, so I said you're a lewd bull—am I mistaken?" Zhou Shuo raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Uh, this…" Niu Mo Wang, hearing Zhou Shuo's words, was momentarily stuck, as if indeed there was nothing wrong.

"Hey, we're all cultivators, who holds overnight grudges? This old bull isn't hiding anything from you—I came this time to find my younger brother Sun Wukong; my sister is waiting for him at the wedding, have you seen him?" Niu Mo Wang brushed past the topic and spoke of his important matter.

"As I thought!" Feiyan Nü leaned to Ying Nüxia's ear and asked.

"Indeed." Ying Nüxia looked at the burly Niu Mo Wang, unconsciously nodded in realization—this intellect certainly wasn't that of the demon king Sai Sai Zhu she knew, who ranked among the great demon masters.

"He went that way; fly a bit and you should see him." Zhou Shuo pointed with his hand to the direction Zunzunbao had left the previous night.

"Thanks, elder brother, thanks, oh, and if you're interested, you can come to my humble abode and also enjoy the wedding wine of my younger brother and sister." Niu Mo Wang, hearing Zhou Shuo's words, nodded repeatedly, turned to leave, but suddenly twisted his head back, his eyes rolling over Feiyan Nü and Ying Nüxia.

"Sure, I'll definitely come." Zhou Shuo gave the two girls a glance and casually agreed.

"Haha, that couldn't be better—I'll surely treat the two lovely ladies to a drink, a promise kept; this bull will take his leave now." Niu Mo Wang burst out laughing, offered his respects to Ying Nüxia and Feiyan Nü, then turned into a demon wind and flew away.

"That Niu Mo Wang is so bad, why did we agree to him?" Ying Nüxia watched the flying Niu Mo Wang and immediately asked Zhou Shuo.

"You didn't hear him—Sun Wukong is going there; just go take a look." Zhou Shuo looked at the slightly angry girl, smiled, and gave her a hint.

"But that Niu Mo Wang looks like he's got no good intentions at first glance." Feiyan Nü frowned a little; the bull's gaze made her dislike him.

"Hey, appearances are superficial, and Yanzi, do you think we went over there with good intentions? One shouldn't judge by looks; consider the inner side—if he bears you ill will, that's just playing into our hands, so later we definitely won't be polite." Zhou Shuo let out a heh and smiled.

"Seems right too." Feiyan Nü, hearing Zhou Shuo's words, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"What do you want to do there?" Ying Nüxia, hearing Zhou Shuo's words, thought a bit, as if she couldn't find any fault.

"Heh heh, Sun Wukong is a heaven‑mandated pilgrim; he wants to marry a wife—do you think that's okay?" Zhou Shuo's face showed a strange smile.

"Shall we go cause a ruckus at the wedding?" Feiyan Nü's face lit up with an excited smile; causing a disturbance at a monster's wedding seemed quite interesting.

"I had forgotten that." Ying Nüxia likewise had a sudden realization.

"I was saying, Ying Mei!" Zhou Shuo looked at the suddenly enlightened sister, about to speak meaningfully, but before he could finish, Ying Nüxia cut him off.

"Stop, stop, stop—don't call me Ying Mei, I feel a bit chilly." Ying Nüxia covered her arms, feeling inexplicably cold, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"Then that's right—matters of the heart, be more open, don't be obsessed, don't cling to appearances." Zhou Shuo looked at the chilly sister, reached out and patted her delicate shoulder; the earlier collision with Niu Mo Wang had made Ying Nüxia's reaction a bit overly strong.

"What do you mean?" Ying Nüxia looked at the guy who patted her shoulder, and couldn't help but frown.

"This is a demon realm; inner demons afflict not only Sun Wukong but us as well—you need to loosen your mindset, calmly accept everything here, and not burden yourself too much." Zhou Shuo looked at the frowning sister and gave her a piece of advice.

"Burden, do I have any? At worst I just won't rush back." Ying Nüxia looked at Zhou Shuo's gaze, glanced sideways for no reason, and spoke firmly.

"First you said there wasn't, then you said you weren't in a hurry to go back." Feiyan Nü tilted her head, repeating Ying Nüxia's contradictory statements.

"You little brat." Ying Nüxia, hearing her good friend's words, felt a surge of anger, stepped forward to tickle her, while Feiyan Nü naturally laughed and ran off; the two girls rolled together in a swirl of fragrance.

"That's how it should be!" Zhou Shuo looked at the two sisters, smiled and nodded—people shouldn't be bound by the realm; that's the key. This illusion claims to be an illusion, yet everything inside is truly existent; illusion is truth, truth is illusion. If one can see through the façade, after the two sisters leave, their cultivation can increase in a straight line, though Ying Nüxia is a bit troublesome.

"Alright, you two stop fooling around—let's first go to Niu Mo Wang's home!" Zhou Shuo looked at the two sisters causing a ruckus ahead and shouted.

"How are we supposed to know where his home is?" Feiyan Nü giggled, dodging Ying Nüxia, and at the same time laughed as she asked Zhou Shuo.

"Simple—just follow the direction he came from and go; take off! I've had enough of this sun." Zhou Shuo gave the instruction; the desert sun beats down endlessly, a bit uncomfortable.

"Use a flight talisman?" Ying Nüxia's eyebrows twitched.

"Good, old rule—Feiyan, you fly a talisman yourself; Yingzi, you bring me, this time you must be extra careful." Zhou Shuo commanded grandly, while concealing the fact that he himself could already fly, letting Ying Nüxia bring him and stay cautious.

"Last time that was your own carelessness, not my fault." Ying Nüxia gave a light snort.

"Yes, yes, yes, not your fault, it's all mine—I'm too timid." Zhou Shuo looked at the tsundere sister and nodded repeatedly.

"That's about right." Ying Nüxia looked at the acquiescing Zhou Shuo, felt an inexplicable sense of relief, while Feiyan Nü on the side had her eyes rolling, her expression extremely playful, though she didn't say it; when Ying Nüxia looked over, she had already returned to normal.

"Then let's go now!" Ying Nüxia looked at her good friend, took out a flight talisman, and cast the spell herself.