Chapter 339: Progress Bar 100% (Request Monthly Tickets! Request Subscription!)

“Do not be careless.”

Upon hearing this, the fourth sister frowned deeply and said solemnly:

“I know your abilities are formidable—you may even rival the Great Sage Equaling Heaven of old—but even he, five hundred years ago, was ultimately slain by the combined assault of the Heavenly Court and several demon kings. And it was precisely because of this that your journey now exists.”

The implication was clear: the Heavenly Court’s power was overwhelming; there was no need to confront it head-on. Better to revive Sun Wukong now, while no one has reacted yet, and complete the Celestial Mandate’s task—why force a direct clash with the celestial deities?

“I understand.”

Wu Xian nodded, then gazed softly at the fourth sister and said quietly: “So for this journey to Flower-Fruit Mountain, I plan to take only Master Bajie with me.”

“What do you mean?!”

At these words, the fourth sister’s expression changed, her eyes growing dangerously sharp.

“Fourth sister, let me ask you something.”

Wu Xian looked directly into her eyes, his tone unusually serious: “Do you think that if I bring the Root Vessel back to Flower-Fruit Mountain and revive the Great Sage, the celestial deities will simply ignore me, treat me like a fart and let it go?”

“Probably… not likely.”

Hearing this, the fourth sister recalled the Heavenly Court warrior named Wang Lingguan whom Wu Xian had slain with his staff in the Spider Cave.

According to later accounts from Zhu Bajie, the man’s rank was no low one—he was said to be a favorite of the Jade Emperor. Wu Xian killing him was undeniably a direct provocation to the Heavenly Court; there was no way this could end peacefully.

In fact, on their way to the Flame Mountain, the fourth sister had always expected a massive Heavenly Army to descend and surround them—but no such attack ever came. This had gradually lulled her into a false sense of security.

Now she realized: this made no sense. Perhaps they knew Wu Xian would one day return to Flower-Fruit Mountain to revive Sun Wukong, and so they merely waited, like hunters standing by a tree for a monkey to return.

Worse still, having prepared long in advance, this time they would surely ambush Wu Xian with overwhelming force—countless powerful celestial deities would appear, all aiming to crush him, the Celestial Mandate’s chosen, in one decisive strike.

“From your expression, you’ve figured it out.”

Wu Xian sighed, his voice tinged with melancholy.

“No matter the outcome—whether the Great Sage is revived or not—I and the Heavenly Court are destined to be enemies. Unless I choose to kneel like Niutouwang, groveling and begging for mercy, this conflict will never end…”

Here, Wu Xian shook his head: “Too bad—I’ve been a monkey for over twenty years. I have no desire to change my nature. So I must walk this path to the end, utterly opposed to the Heavenly Court.”

“That’s why this journey to Flower-Fruit Mountain will be fraught with peril. I believe I can handle the Heavenly Court’s strongest warriors—but if I bring you, they will surely use you as leverage, as a means to force me to surrender.”

At these words, the fourth sister immediately envisioned herself captured by Heavenly Soldiers, a blade at her throat, used to threaten Wu Xian. She bit her lip, trembling as she whispered:

“So in your heart, am I nothing but a burden?”

“Of course not.”

Wu Xian said this, then took her hand and placed it firmly against his chest: “To me, you have never been a burden. You are my weakness—and the one person I must protect at all costs.”

“Just as the Iron Fan Princess is to Niutouwang—I cannot bear the thought of you suffering even the slightest harm. Not even a sliver of possibility.”

Hearing this, the fourth sister felt as if struck squarely to the heart; her whole body went numb, her gaze toward Wu Xian softening, almost sticky with emotion.

If this world were some erotic game, her head would now display a progress bar, rapidly climbing +1.

After a long moment, she regained her composure. Seeing that stoic monkey face inching closer, she turned her head away with a haughty sniff: “Who’s your important person? Don’t spout nonsense.”

You might as well take your hand off me, then.

Wu Xian smiled, unperturbed by her contradictory words. He pulled her firmly into his arms and whispered softly into her ear:

“Don’t worry. If I dared return to Flower-Fruit Mountain, I have every confidence I can walk away unharmed. Besides, I’ve carried the Ruyi Scroll with me always—in a way, we’re fighting side by side.”

The fourth sister fell silent for a moment, then said: “This is the first time. And the last.”

Wu Xian smiled and replied: “After this is over, I’ll take you on a journey through the Three Realms and Four Continents. I’ll show you every landscape you’ve never seen—everything, all at once.”

Flag planting?

Doesn’t exist.

For the powerless, that’s flag planting—like “I’ll marry my sweetheart after this battle.” But for the powerful, it’s romance. Understand?

“Hmph! I don’t need you to accompany me. I can see it all by myself.”

Pressing her cheek against the Traveler’s armor, the fourth sister’s lips curled slightly—then quickly returned to cold indifference. She shoved Wu Xian away and turned to walk back toward the Zhu family’s courtyard.

But after only two steps, she stopped. As if making a decision, she turned around, caught Wu Xian off guard, and seized the prayer beads hanging from his neck. Coldly, she said: “Come. To your room. I have things to say to you.”

“Ah, this… isn’t that appropriate. It’s not even dark yet.”

Wu Xian blinked, feigning modesty.

“Go. Or don’t.”

The fourth sister sneered, her eyes filled with disdain—as if to say, “Little dog, are you incapable?”

How dare you look down on me!

Wu Xian erupted in fury, hoisted the fourth sister onto his shoulder, and stormed toward the room prepared for him by Chen Long in Liulu Village…

Spider silk on eaves catches moonlight, weaving quiet dreams of a lover’s return.

My heart’s threads entwine with yours—when I become you, who becomes me?

Current progress bar—100%

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Two months later, East Victory Divine Continent, Flower-Fruit Mountain.

Once the homeland of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Flower-Fruit Mountain still retained its beautiful scenery, filled with birdsong and floral fragrance—but the monkeys, once its most common inhabitants, had become exceedingly rare.

This was because, long ago, to force Sun Wukong back into submission and restore him to his Buddha status, Erlang Shen led a massive slaughter of all life on Flower-Fruit Mountain.

As a result, the monkey population had dwindled to less than one-tenth of its former number. Even after years of recovery, it could never return to its peak.

Moreover, many monkeys had fled the mountain in panic, seeking refuge across the Three Realms and Four Continents to escape Heavenly Soldiers—places like Little Western Heaven and the Flame Mountain.

But according to the Shadow God Map’s records, these exiled monkeys either fell under Huangmei’s forced conversion or became test subjects for the Flame Mountain’s Earth Lord—all met grim fates.

By the way, before leaving the Flame Mountain, Wu Xian had thoroughly tormented that Earth Lord, summoning Yin Soldiers from the underworld to inflict upon him every form of punishment in Hell.

One punishment per day, none repeated, until he had endured all eighteen layers of Hell’s torments—then Wu Xian shattered his flesh and Nascent Soul with a single blow, reducing him to utter ash, soul and spirit scattered beyond recall.

“BOOM————!!!”

Outside Flower-Fruit Mountain, a golden figure descended like a meteor from the heavens.

Upon impact, a powerful shockwave erupted, hurling stones ten meters into the air and reversing the nearby waterfall, sending its waters surging skyward.

Without doubt, the arrival was none other than Wu Xian.

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