Chapter 332

At that moment, Wu Xian turned his gaze over, and a familiar yet unfamiliar petite figure appeared in his line of sight.

She was a girl with delicate features but an aura of pure seduction.

Her shoulder-length hair hung smooth and lustrous, surpassing even the finest brocade.

Above her temples, two small pointed ears peeked out subtly, adding a touch of liveliness and charm to her otherwise alluring presence.

Beyond that, her attire carried a distinct allure: she wore a red embroidered outer robe over a black sleeveless vest.

The most outrageous part was the vest’s deep V-neck, which made her still-adolescent curves appear mysteriously profound, paired with the deliberately exposed snowy shoulders—undeniably alluring.

As for what lay below, I won’t elaborate; those interested can search “jade feet” online and get started.

Hmm… provided you ignore the fact that this thing is a man.

Wu Xian silently scoffed inside, then looked at the blushing “Ping Ping” and whistled mockingly: “No wonder you’re a fox spirit—you’ve got some real charm.”

So he’s just a lustful monkey…

“Monkey Brother, you flatter me.”

Hong Er’er sneered inwardly but blushed prettily, speaking shyly: “Seeing how mighty Monkey Brother appears, you must be the Destiny-Bearer Father often speaks of. It seems Ping Ping’s fortune isn’t too poor—this life, I’ve met a good brother. If you’d be so kind as to spare my family’s lives, I’ll serve you for the rest of my days, even if I must sell myself into slavery to repay your great grace.”

“First, whether you’re truly the Mighty King’s daughter remains uncertain. Second, how do we know you haven’t already colluded with that Hong Er’er and come here as a spy, waiting to strike at a critical moment?”

“I am truly my father’s own daughter!”

Hong Er’er’s heart tightened—he knew this monkey wasn’t easily fooled—so he feigned desperation: “Even if I’m not my father’s blood, I’ve been raised with love and care by both my parents for years—how could I ever harm them? That would be no different from the cruelty of an ungrateful newborn.”

Damn, he’s even willing to insult himself.

To be fair, without exaggeration, with this level of heartfelt acting, if the Black Myth team doesn’t award Hong Er’er a Golden Globe, there’s definitely a conspiracy.

Wu Xian sighed inwardly, then turned to the White Axe Lishi and asked: “Brother Niu, what do you think?”

“Me?”

The White Axe Lishi pointed at himself, then scratched his head: “I think Miss Ping Ping isn’t that kind of person. Compared to that demon Hong Er’er, she’s definitely much closer to the King.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

Wu Xian nodded, then fixed “Ping Ping” with a stern gaze: “Alright then, out of respect for Brother Niu, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt—for now. But if I find even a hint of deceit later, don’t blame me for being merciless with my staff.”

“Thank you, Monkey Brother! Thank you, Lishi Uncle!”

Hong Er’er exhaled in relief, then immediately put on a joyful expression and hurried forward, reaching to cling to Wu Xian.

Just then, a distant lowing cry rang out, heavy with pain and sorrow—making “Ping Ping,” i.e., Hong Er’er, turn pale.

“Worse! Father’s life hangs by a thread! Please, Monkey Brother, help my family survive this calamity!”

As she spoke, she rushed to Wu Xian’s side, grabbing his arm, her eyes fixed on the distance with obvious urgency—as if she truly cared for her father’s safety.

Wu Xian sidestepped, then seized her slender wrist with a light chuckle: “So eager to save your father—far more sincere than that Hong Er’er. Fine, since you’re so filial, I’ll lend you a hand.”

No sooner had he spoken than Wu Xian retracted the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff and placed his other hand on the White Axe Lishi’s shoulder.

The divine technique of Shrinking Earth and Closing Distance activated—the three vanished instantly. In the unseen realm beyond ordinary perception, Hong Er’er felt the surroundings blur backward at blinding speed, the scenery warping into colorful, fleeting bubbles.

When he regained his senses, they stood at the outer edge of the Danzao Valley.

“So fast!”

Hong Er’er’s heart leapt—he grew even more wary of the Destiny-Bearer’s power.

It wasn’t just about combat strength—he possessed such an advanced escape technique. That meant even against overwhelming foes, he could flee in time, effectively placing himself beyond defeat.

“Damn it, this Destiny-Bearer is absurdly strong—is this the power of innate talent?”

As he thought this, his longing for the innate talent intensified. Even a common monkey had become this powerful—if he could obtain it, wouldn’t he ascend straight to heaven?

“Thump—!!”

Distracted, a dull pain struck his head—Hong Er’er cried out, clutching his skull and glaring at Wu Xian, who scowled: “What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and lead the way—don’t you want to save your father?”

Hong Er’er clenched his teeth inwardly, took several deep breaths, then lifted his face with a pout: “I wasn’t daydreaming—I just remembered that Brother’s Samadhi True Fire is incredibly potent; even the former Great Sage Equaling Heaven suffered from it. I feared Monkey Brother might not be a match, so I thought of borrowing Mother’s Banana Fan to extinguish it.”

But Mother is kind-hearted and refuses to harm Brother—ever since Father was imprisoned, she’s locked herself away in the Emerald Cloud Palace, ignoring all worldly affairs.

Nearby, however, lives another master, once Mother’s old friend. I thought—if we could persuade him to come out and help us convince Mother, perhaps she’d lend us the Banana Fan, giving us a better chance against Brother!”

Hong Er’er spoke with heartfelt sincerity, appearing genuinely concerned for Wu Xian’s welfare.

In truth, he had already seen through the Flame Mountain Land Spirit’s hidden malice and his lustful obsession with Iron Fan Princess—and he intended to use this moment to test the man’s true intentions.

If possible, he wouldn’t mind letting the Destiny-Bearer kill this toad who dared dream of swan meat.

“Hmph! Ridiculous—Samadhi True Fire? I’m not afraid!”

Wu Xian sneered dismissively, then added: “But your point has merit. The Banana Fan is a fine treasure—getting it would be ideal, ensuring absolute safety.

Here’s the plan: you take me to meet this master. If he refuses, I’ll transform into his likeness and trick your mother… By the way, I’ve heard Iron Fan Princess is a princess of the Rakshasa Kingdom, breathtakingly beautiful—wonder if the rumors are true? Today’s the perfect chance to see for myself.”

Pfft! Shameless bastard! I never thought you’d be this kind of Destiny-Bearer!

Both the White Axe Lishi and Hong Er’er thought this simultaneously.

Especially the latter—his eyes widened, the fox-like gaze burning with fire, wishing he could spit out a blast of Samadhi True Fire and incinerate this lecherous monkey right now.

“No need for such trouble—you won’t get to meet my sister.”

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