Chapter 161: Did I just snatch the rice bowl of Rulai

"Congratulations, Master, for completing the 'True and False Monkey King' and 'Blood and Tears Destroy Lingshan' instances."

"Reward obtained: Dragon Transformation Pool."

The system's voice suddenly appeared in Tang An's mind.

"Oh."

Dragon Transformation Pool? What is a Dragon Transformation Pool?

Suddenly, as if Tang An had thought of something, she spat out a mouthful of wine with a "pfft."

Yang Jian raised his fan to block it, Nezha used fire to evaporate it, and only Xiaotian Quan, who was busy shoveling food into his mouth, seemed to have a bad premonition and subconsciously looked up...

And then he got sprayed in the face with wine!

Xiaotian Quan didn't even bother to wipe his face, turning instead to look at Yang Jian, seemingly waiting for him to make the call.

Yang Jian cleared his throat and turned to look at Nezha. "The weather is nice today, Third Brother, don't you think?"

Nezha glanced at Xiaotian Quan. "I think it's perfect for eating roast meat."

Xiaotian Quan's fur stood on end instantly; he hurriedly wiped his face with a towel, acting as if nothing had just happened.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Tang An finally came back to her senses. "My goodness, a Dragon Transformation Pool? This actually worked?"

"Is it a copy? Does it have the same effect, or is this Dragon Transformation Pool the actual one from Lingshan?"

"Master, it is the Dragon Transformation Pool from Lingshan, not a copy."

Tang An's mouth hung open, unable to recover for a long time.

In other words, not only was Lingshan Mountain gone, but the Dragon Transformation Pool had also been taken by the system and given to her as a reward?

"System boss, you... you're awesome, you're just too awesome!"

"How did you get it? Did those guys at Lingshan not chase you down to hack you to pieces?"

"But since Lingshan was destroyed like that, it's no surprise the Dragon Transformation Pool was destroyed along with it. They probably can't even tell if it was destroyed or just lost, right?"

Tang An convinced herself, then secretly began to ponder the effects of the Dragon Transformation Pool.

"Can any fish or shrimp that falls into it turn into a dragon?"

"But the dragons that come out of that pool are all show and no substance; their combat power is pathetic."

"Wait a minute!"

Tang An suddenly realized, "Did I just snatch the rice bowl of Rulai's uncle?"

"Does that mean the Golden Winged Peng will have nothing to eat at Lingshan later, so he'll run down to the lower realm to become a demon?"

"Oh, my Journey to the West Calamity." Tang An knew that no matter how she tried to avoid it, this Journey to the West Calamity would automatically stitch itself together and push the calamity forward.

In short, it made everything seem both unreasonable and reasonable, pushing their group, and the Lingshan side as well, to keep moving forward.

"What is Master thinking about?" Yang Jian sipped his fine wine, looking relaxed and very comfortable.

Honestly, life without scripture-seeking was truly comfortable. Even the scenery everywhere in the mortal world looked much better because of it.

"I'm thinking... later, when I meet Rulai's uncle and snatch his rice bowl, I wonder if I can recruit him for my own use."

"Rice bowl? Rulai's uncle?" Yang Jian didn't quite understand Tang An again. "Are you saying that if the Journey to the West continues, we might run into Rulai Fozu's uncle?"

"Yeah, but that's a story for later." Tang An looked at them. "How about it? Are you all full?"

Jiuyue was already drunk, having turned into her fox form, resting against Tang An's leg.

It didn't matter how much Nezha and Yang Jian ate; both nodded.

Only Xiaotian Quan, while busy shoveling food, reached out to express that he hadn't eaten enough yet.

"I %$#..."

Yang Jian tapped his head with his fan. "No one is fighting you for it, eat slowly."

"Right, you and Jiuyue stay here; we're going out for a bit, we'll be back soon." Tang An handed a pillow to Jiuyue, letting her sleep well.

Saying this, the master and her two disciples got up and headed to the place Tang An had prepared a surprise for Nezha.

The place they arrived at was a temple with decent incense offerings.

Whose temple was it? And why bring Nezha here?

"Nezha, don't get excited yet, don't rush to tear it down; the surprise is inside."

Yang Jian looked at the name on the temple and the person whose golden body was worshipped in the hall; his expression was surprised, but he quickly understood what Tang An was about to do.

"Master, you really are..." Yang Jian put away his fan and gave Tang An a thumbs up.

"I really am awesome, right Nezha?" Tang An examined Nezha's expression; clearly, Nezha wasn't angry or upset.

"Yeah."

"Yeah? You see a temple for the Pagoda-Bearer and you're this calm?"

A faint smile played on the corner of Nezha's mouth. "Didn't you say not to get excited yet?"

Tang An was momentarily speechless. She had indeed said that, but given Nezha's personality, his current behavior was truly too well-behaved—abnormally so.

"Forget it, I'll take you inside to see."

Tang An took out the token proving her status as a princess from her Universe Bag, signaling the soldiers guarding outside the temple that they could clear the area.

While the soldiers were busy ushering the incense-burners out, Tang An introduced the temple to Yang Jian and Nezha.

"After the Pagoda-Bearer was hacked to death by Rulai, the name of Heavenly King Li suddenly became that of a hero."

"And me? I followed the will of the people and sent word to my cheap father, asking him to build a temple for Heavenly King Li within the Great Tang, sculpt a golden body, and accept the incense offerings of mortals."

Yang Jian immediately grasped the point. "One temple? Just one?"

"Right, just one." Tang An smiled as she looked into the hall, where the golden body of the Pagoda-Bearer was indeed receiving incense offerings.

What she wanted to do was already quite obvious.

"Are you trying to get me to smash Li Jing's golden body to avenge the day he smashed mine?" Nezha felt no ripples in his heart.

In his view, Li Jing was already dead, so the mortal ties were severed. Dying so miserably wasn't exactly a loss for him.

As for whether to smash this golden body or not, the person was gone; smashing it wouldn't vent much anger.

However, he was still very happy that Tang An would do that for him.

"Princess, my subordinates have finished clearing the area."

"Good, thank you." Tang An signaled for them to go back to their duties.

After saying this, she entered the main hall with Yang Jian and Nezha.

"To make this golden body easier to smash, I even had my cheap father specifically send people to use ceramic for the inner lining before molding the golden body on the outside."

"Back then, when you were desperate to use your golden body to receive incense and be resurrected, he didn't care about any affection, stubbornly insisting on destroying your only path to life."

"So today, let's reenact that scene."

"But this time, it's you smashing his golden body."

Yang Jian was thoughtful, a shallow smile on his lips. "If Heavenly King Li still has his Primordial Spirit preserved, smashing this golden body will be truly satisfying."

"Indeed." Tang An immediately picked up the act. "What a pity! What a pity that Heavenly King Li died! How could he not even leave behind a shred of his Primordial Spirit?"

"How could Rulai personally deal such a ruthless blow? By the way, couldn't they still preserve the remnant soul of Long Princess Yaoji?"

"Why didn't they protect Heavenly King Li?"

"Don't you think so? Heavenly King Li?" Tang An suddenly flashed behind the golden body and asked this.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?!???" ===== CHAPTER 162 =====