NOVEL WEB Chapter 50: Yuyan's Alchemy
"Speaking of tofu cake, I'm getting a bit hungry myself."
Nezha touched his belly and said with a smile to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, as the host, won't you invite me to try that tofu cake?"
Tofu cake.
He had seen it in Ao Lai Country, and also felt the spiritual energy of the tofu cake, which indeed greatly benefited ordinary people. He sensed that the cake had cooled down, so he didn't buy it.
Mainly because he had no money.
Although he could also transform silver and gold, he did not understand the principle of creation. The transformed silver and gold could only last for a short time, and would revert to stones once their mana dissipated.
The vendors in Ao Lai Country were fair in price, so he didn't need to deceive anyone just for a little culinary desire.
He was a Heavenly Immortal. Planting pears, that he would disdain to do.
"No problem."
Sun Wukong smiled slightly, waved his hand, used the "Swap Stars with Buckets" Great Divine Power, and suddenly, four men and a cow were transported from the riverbank to the sacred city outside Shuilian Cave.
Nezha only felt he had blinked, and they were already here.
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Shorten the Earth?
Thinking of this, Nezha immediately dismissed the idea.
Shorten the Earth, he had never heard of it being used to transport people.
Unless there was some artifact that could hold everything, first storing people inside and then executing the spell, would it be possible.
But clearly, that wasn't the case now.
So was it Shift Mountains and Shrink Lands?
That was incorrect, too.
Shift Mountains and Shrink Lands was about relocating mountain ranges and earth veins, not affecting people.
"Swap Stars with Buckets," Sun Wukong explained. "By mastering the intricacies of space, anywhere my eyes can see, I can travel to with this spell."
"A spatial type of spell, huh?"
Nezha nodded and said, "I've heard that in Daoism there's 'Universe in the Sleeve' and in the Buddhist Sect there's 'Buddha Country in the Palm,' and there's the saying of 'Sands of Worlds.'"
"Your mastery of the spatial way, being able to move people, is indeed mysterious!"
"You display the qualities of achieving the Mixed Yuan!"
"Wait, you haven't already achieved the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, have you?"
Sun Wukong laughed, patted his chest, and boasted, "Of course, I am the Mixed Yuan Primordial Qi Tai Yi Upper Heavenly Immortal!"
Golden Immortal!
Nezha's eyes gleamed and he said, "So we are of the same origin."
The reason Nezha said this was because Golden Immortal was a term from the Buddhist Sect.
Sun Wukong smiled and said, "Oh, I misspoke earlier, I meant to say Mixed Yuan Primordial Qi Tai Yi Upper Heavenly Immortal."
Nezha paused for a moment, then smiled, "Yes, I haven't seen you at Spirit Mountain, nor are you a Buddhist disciple, and now you're also the Eastern Leisurely Spirit King of the Celestial Court, naturally not a Golden Immortal."
"Enough talk, let me show you around the city," Sun Wukong said with a smile.
"That sounds good."
Within the sacred city, a major road ran east to west, with almost a hundred cobblestone alleys crisscrossing like a net on either side, long or short, wide or narrow, with high walls and narrow lanes, ancient and secluded.
In the middle of the main road, a long river ran through.
Upon entering the main road and walking down a side path, Nezha noticed that along the stretch of continuous eaves, there was a fork of a small river.
Ao Yun explained, "Each path, each road, each street in this holy city is inlaid with a stream of clear flowing water. This design allows the waterfall water from above Shuilian Cave to spread throughout the entire holy city like a spider web, ensuring an even distribution of spiritual energy, keeping the air flow in the city perpetually suitable for all spirits."
Nezha slowly nodded and asked, "The waterfall pouring down from Shuilian Cave is split into so many streams, isn't it easy to run dry?"
The broader the river, the harder it is to dry up; the more tributaries, the easier it is to be cut off.
This large stream, being divided into hundreds of branches, it's easy to run dry, right?
Ao Yun proudly said, "No, this city is arranged with my brother's formation, it naturally won't run dry. And these thousands of small channels, after leaving the holy city, will recombine into a large stream and then flow through other cities, eventually joining the Eastern Sea."
Nezha asked, "Through other cities?"
He had also seen seventy-two cities before, and not all cities had rivers flowing through them.
Ao Yun added, "Water flows downhill, only passing through the cities it traverses. Of the seventy-two cities, there is a city built on a river, with walls covered with glazed bricks, you must have seen it."
"Yes, that city, very peculiar, inhabited mostly by water clans," Nezha nodded.
Walking through a few small streets, Nezha could feel each district had its own charm.
The bustling crowd did not overshadow the quiet and serene atmosphere of the streets, occasional small bridges overhead, with streaming water murmuring underneath, the clear stream water accompanied by the laughter and singing of the myriad spirits in the city, creating a thriving scene.
It was really: every home by the water, every house under the willows, multicolored stones pave refreshing paths. A turn at the Shuilian Gate with a good friend, leisurely taking slow steps. Tile-roofed houses lined up closely, the fragrance bursting from the courtyards, the local customs of the city simple, quite hospitable.
A laid-back life in Shuilian Cave someday, lamenting the vain labors of the Celestial Court.
"I must say, your place, it's like a flourishing age of the mortal world!" Nezha looked around, curious about the new sights all over the city.
"You flatter me! You flatter me!"
Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, "If you talk about a flourishing age, it's still far from it."
While speaking, a squarish little house appeared before Sun Wukong and the others, the doorway crowded with various beast heads, tree spirits, tightly packed, noisy and bustling.
"It seems not so easy to get a piece of hot tofu cake," Nezha sighed, "Wukong, using your king's status... eh? Are you Wukong?"
At that moment, Sun Wukong had already changed his appearance, dressed in a Confucian robe, leaning on a cane, his face covered with wrinkles.
"Naturally," Sun Wukong nodded.
"Why have you changed into this?"