Chapter 828: Call Me Great King

Like the Jia family, such a wealthy clan, they have their own academy and martial hall.

They ensure that the younger generation of the family is at least above average in both literary and martial pursuits, if not fully accomplished in both.

Even distant branch relatives and children born to household servants are allowed to attend the academy and martial hall.

The Jia family's academy is still operating, but the martial hall has already been abandoned.

Yesterday, Tang Luo took charge of Ningguo Prefecture and had Zhu Bajie oversee martial affairs, after which the martial hall began cleaning and was reactivated.

After considerable effort, they barely managed to clear the training ground again.

However, upon learning that this was not merely a simple Dream of the Red Chamber, but rather one of the "Four Great Classical Novels," Zhu Bajie abandoned these matters, left the Great Qian, and went to visit the other two countries.

Ao Yulie originally also wanted to go along, but since he is now inhabiting Jia Huan's identity, it would be inappropriate for him to wander about freely.

Though the sky was still dim and gray, the cold training ground already had a few people arriving in small groups.

Although the sky had already darkened, the time was still early, and it could be said to be bitterly cold; the training ground had been cleared, but the ground was not yet level.

One could see a group of young ladies and maidservants walking with unsteady steps.

Fortunately, although they were not trained in martial arts, no matter how one speaks, the current martial way is flourishing, the martial spirit is strong, and many have practiced some fist and foot techniques.

Unlike in the original work, where they were frail and delicate like porcelain dolls—appealing to look at but unable to be touched, lest they break—these women were not so.

Interestingly, at this moment on the training ground, a group of Yingying Yanyan, aside from Jia Huan·Ao Yulie, were all women.

Not a single male servant was present, and they were all junior in generation.

Jia She's generation did not come.

After settling the matter yesterday, Jia Mu again kept Jia Baoyu behind, saying he need not go to the training field and would follow her in the future.

Jia Baoyu was naturally overjoyed; Jia Rong's various actions had truly frightened him.

Jia Zheng and these elders, being senior, would find it truly difficult to train alongside a group of juniors.

Thus, Jia Mu again asked Tang Luo to "take" them away.

Tang Luo did not mind; Jia Zheng and the others, speaking frankly, had long been set in their ways—not because they had passed the age for martial training, but because years of idleness had left them basically incapacitated.

To reform them would require harsh measures and time, with results disproportionate to effort.

Therefore, Jia She and Jia Zheng's couple were also absent.

Additionally, Jia Lian and Jia Lan were missing.

Even though in this world, ages are generally older than in the original, Jia Lan, as the fifth generation of Rongguo Prefecture and a peer of Jia Baoyu, is still young and need not suffer through hardship.

Tang Luo waved his hand, letting him practice ordinary fist and foot techniques during the day on his own.

As for Jia Lian, he had sought this himself, kneeling before Jia Mu and continuously weeping and complaining, saying that since Wang Xifeng had mastered the martial way, he would just give up.

Although Wang Xifeng's action was not witnessed directly, there was no concealment afterward, and Jia Lian naturally understood.

Upon suddenly hearing that the person sharing his bed was a martial arts master, Jia Lian's heart filled with mixed emotions.

Wang Xifeng's nature is not gentle and pleasing; Jia Lian could not even win over her maid Ping'er.

Only now did he finally understand why, when she glared at him, he felt afraid.

Bullying people, right!

Jia Lian resented in his heart that Wang Xifeng and Jia Mu had concealed this from him.

"My wife is a martial arts master."

He had wanted to reassert his husband's authority, but lacking the strength, he simply gave up, breaking the pot and throwing it away.

Jia Mu felt guilty and went again to find Tang Luo.

Thus, Tang Luo also released Jia Lian.

Henceforth, the training ground was filled with a group of Yingying Yanyan daughters' army—all young ladies and their personal maidservants, plus some higher-ranking maidservants favored by Jia Mu.

For example, YuanYang, and also Qingwen from the Lai family, who had not yet had time to be presented to Jia Baoyu.

Oh, Jia Lan's mother, the widowed Li Wan, was also absent.

She is a widowed elder sister-in-law, her status somewhat special; after expressing her unwillingness to practice martial arts, Jia Mu did not refuse.

But Li Wan hoped Jia Lan would become a dragon among men, wishing nothing more than to have Jia Lan directly become Tang Luo's disciple.

Had it not been for Tang Luo saying Jia Lan was young and need not endure hardship, and also mentioning Jia Zhu's deceased husband as a "lesson from the past," she would have sent Jia Lan regardless.

Jia Zhu was Jia She's eldest son, the only one among the Jia descendants truly capable of great responsibility—indeed, accomplished in both literature and martial arts.

But unfortunately, he deviated in his martial training and died young in his prime.

This became Jia Mu's greatest heartache; she dotes on Jia Baoyu and the others, unwilling for them to practice martial arts, only wishing them to live peacefully as wealthy idlers, likely also related to Jia Zhu's passing.

Jia Daoshan also, due to practicing martial arts and going to battle, left behind severe hidden injuries, preventing longevity.

To continue the Jia family's wealth and status, Jia Mu passed on the martial arts early and then died young.

The Jia family prospered through martial arts, yet Jia Mu also, because of "martial arts," lost her husband and her most promising grandson.

In her heart, she inevitably grew cold and disheartened toward the martial way.

Among the group of daughters' army, a "Jia Huan" was mixed in.

Ao Yulie straightened his stance, hands clasped behind his back, eyes not glancing sideways.

That posture was completely different from his former self—uneven shoulders, squinting eyes, making faces, twisted and awkward.

Jia family members, in fact, aside from Jia Zhen and Jia She, who became lewd due to long-term decadence and indulgence in old age, thus appearing lascivious,

others were not unattractive.

Even though Jia Baoyu was called a "big face plate" by Ao Yulie, he could still be considered a handsome man with a broad face.

This transformation of "Jia Huan" was seen by people, who clicked their tongues in amazement.

Yet they did not know that Ao Yulie secretly felt uneasy: this time, the main purpose was to train these Yingying Yanyan, and the senior brother should not pay attention to him.

Later, finding an opportunity to escape—Three Kingdoms, no, not quite, the Dingguo side, where Da Xiao Qiao, Diaochan, Zhenji, Sun Shangxiang, and others reside, he all wants to go see.

No other meaning—just to meet the romantic figures of the Three Kingdoms.

Everyone who has read Romance of the Three Kingdoms must have thought the same as he did.

It is only natural.

On the quiet training ground, some sounds gradually began to rise.

After the initial drowsiness gradually faded, a group of girls gathered together, chattering away.

It is almost time for mao now, why has that "Master Sun" still not appeared?

Just as he was thinking, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, crashing onto the training ground before everyone, his presence awe-inspiring.

At the same time, a domineering and overbearing aura spread out, the aura of a king scattering wildly, truly startling all the girls.

It gave the illusion of seeing Jia Rong from yesterday.

Upon closer look, however, the girls showed a slightly strange expression.

The newcomer was a handsome man; as he glanced around, his brows and eyes revealed a wild, overbearing nature that those sons of aristocratic families absolutely would not possess.

Carrying a hint of danger, a unique charm, quite attractive.

But — why does he have such a strange hairstyle?

Moreover, his height seems……

"Cough."

Qi cultivation practitioner Wang Xifeng lightly coughed once.

The Twelve Beauties of Jinling came to their senses, immediately formed ranks, though not swift, they at least formed a formation, and in unison said: "Greetings, Master Sun!"

Yesterday, Wang Xifeng had them practice this.

The voice was clear and crisp, yet carried a different kind of presence.

Poor Ao Yulie was excluded, winking and making faces at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong glanced at Ao Yulie, gesturing for him to scram, what's the fun in crowding around.

Seeing his senior brother's reaction, Ao Yulie's heart immediately settled, and he did not leave, indicating his willingness to "share weal and woe."

First, mix in for a while, then go to Dingguo for a trip, perfect.

"Cough."

Coughing once, Sun Wukong looked at the Twelve Beauties before him, suddenly feeling as if he had returned to Flower-Fruit Mountain.

As if seeing a group of little monkeys.

If Ao Yulie knew his senior brother's true thoughts.

He would surely rush over without hesitation, pry open Sun Wukong's skull to see what's inside.

Actually treating this group of beauties as his bunch of hairy monkeys and monkey grandsons?

Unconsciously recalling the days when he ruled as king on Flower-Fruit Mountain, originally standing with hands behind his back, imposing in all directions, Sun Wukong suddenly felt his posture was wrong.

Looking around, he "whoosh" leapt onto the roof of the nearby simple shed.

The speed was so fast, like a monkey leaping to heaven.

One leg bent, hand resting on it, Sun Wukong felt this posture comfortable, and laughed: "Children, do not call me Master, you are all my lovers, from now on call me Great King!"

"..."

The scene instantly fell into complete silence.

The girls looked at each other, Great King?

Which mountain stronghold did this mountain king come from?

Sun Wukong, full of enthusiasm: "Children, have you all practiced the Great Power Monkey King Fist I gave you?"

"Reporting to Great King, we have all seen and memorized it, but have not yet begun practice," said Xue Baochai, stepping forward slightly.

Her reaction was even quicker than Wang Xifeng's by a few points.

"No matter, Great King will personally lead you in practice today," Sun Wukong said, his eyes turning, spotting Ao Yulie, pointing at him: "Just take him as a sparring sandbag."

Ao Yulie's eyes widened, nearly spitting blood directly.

Senior brother, we are our own people!

Half-brothers by different fathers!

"Watch closely. The Monkey King Fist emphasizes one thing: aura, motionless like a mountain, aggressive like fire!" Sun Wukong instantly appeared before Ao Yulie and threw a punch.

The aura was mighty; in an instant, everyone seemed to see a colossal ape shattering mountains and treading seas, roaring to the heavens!

As if wanting to defy that old heaven.

Ao Yulie's facial muscles twitched; Sun Wukong's punch had only momentum, no force.

But it still startled him, nearly making him flee instinctively.

"Not bad. Just in time to give you practice too; when you can clearly tell whether I am truly striking or not, and respond with ease, then you will have graduated," Sun Wukong sent via voice transmission to Ao Yulie.

"Senior brother, are you not limited to only one strike of power within a certain time?" Ao Yulie said.

"Throwing a punch is nothing, does not count as making a move," Sun Wukong said, pursing his lips.

Only when he lifts the golden hooped staff to let others eat his blow does it count as a true strike.

Casually throwing a few punches is as simple as eating a peach.

Thinking of eating peaches, Sun Wukong casually reached out, directly pulled out a peach, too lazy to peel it, placed it by his mouth and took a bite.

Seeing his "monkey children and grandchildren" all gazing eagerly at him.

With a wave of his hand, a pile of peaches was thrown by Sun Wukong, one per person.

"Eat, eat first then you'll have energy to cause trouble," Sun Wukong said with a laugh.

The girls looked at the hairy peaches in their hands, skins unpeeled, laughing and crying at once.

They felt this was nothing like the martial arts practice they imagined, becoming graceful and heroic heroines.

This Master Sun, this Great King Sun — at first it felt like a bandit mountain king, now upon careful thought, how does it feel like a monkey king ruling supreme in the mountains?

No wonder that martial art is called the "Great Strength Monkey King Fist".

Not wanting to cultivate the "Great Strength Monkey King Fist", are there no martial arts like "Falling Petals Swordplay", "Colorful Palms", or "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" — the kind that sound beautiful just from the name?

Protesting inwardly, but in action, everyone was still very enthusiastic.

Calling him "Great King" with every breath, they coaxed Sun Wukong into high spirits.

It made Ao Yulie feel that this group of women was truly terrifying.

On the other side, the Ningguo Mansion.

"Have you gone stupid?" Yang Jian's dissatisfied voice came from within the Eight Trigrams Furnace.