Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

5048 pounds!

Is this something that human strength can lift?

While the disciples admired Marshal Tianpeng's divine power, they were also at a loss for words.

This guy didn't even consider that someone among them was able to lift this nine-tooth rake!

"Haha, you are all too weak!"

Marshal Tianpeng proudly picked up the nine-tooth rake.

Just as these disciples had guessed, he merely wanted to show off and had no intention of teaching them any martial arts, since he only knew a few moves himself. If he taught them, he would truly give himself away.

Moreover, even if there was a disciple who could lift it, he would find an excuse to procrastinate.

He had always been one to snag small advantages for himself.

Seeing Marshal Tianpeng reveling alone and laughing heartily, Wu Ming whispered to Su Yonglin, "I don't know why, but I suddenly lost my reverence for immortals."

Su Yonglin awkwardly nodded and agreed, "Me too."

What kind of immortal has such a character?

Loving to show off?

Acting cool?

Especially seeking a sense of superiority among these mortals...

This marshal must be really weak in heaven, right?

Definitely!

In this regard, the celestial generals in heaven seemed not much different from the martial generals in the kingdoms of the Nanshan Continent, just having more strength than mortals.

Looking at Marshal Tianpeng before them, Su Yonglin reckoned his temperament might not even match an elderly man.

The lively laughter attracted the attention of other celestial beings.

Venus Star and some of the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions who had time to visit the mortal realm came over after hearing the noise.

Venus Star combed his fiery red hair, a flame spurting from his hair, and chucklingly said, "This Marshal Tianpeng sure is interesting."

Moon Star calmly remarked, "This guy is just a lazy bum. It's only because he knows all the true immortals in heaven that others give him face."

Wood Star said, "I heard it was Taishang Laojun who gave him the Nine Revolving Reincarnation Elixir?"

Metal Star shushed, "Don't speak nonsense. Though in the Three Realms, only Taishang Laojun can forge the Nine-Turns Elixir, the instances of him giving out elixirs are indeed quite numerous."

Moon Star added, "Can you not be so dramatic, please? The immortals in heaven, besides the ordinary celestial soldiers, those with official titles, high or low, are somewhat related to either Dao, Buddhism, or Confucianism. In His Majesty's eyes, everyone is treated fairly. It's only we who are connected that bicker about relationships.

If anyone violates the heavenly decree, no matter what their relations, they are demoted to the mortal realm all the same. Only those of us with connections might show some consideration due to old times when encountered."

Sun Star raised an eyebrow, asking, "What do you all mean, that Marshal Tianpeng would violate the heavenly decree?"

"Big brother, isn't that obvious?"

Venus Star pouted, "After becoming an immortal, this Marshal Tianpeng's lazy nature returned. He's both gluttonous and lecherous—wouldn't it be just a matter of time before he causes trouble?"

"Exactly,"

Moon Star echoed, "This guy might goof up any day now."

The Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions that had come over didn't join the conversation, but they showed no particular opinion on Marshal Tianpeng.

Neither close nor distant, just like an acquaintance they recognized but did not know well.

After all, they didn't belong to the same department, had no significant relations, and saw no need to get close to a "misguided" Marshal Tianpeng.

And the other celestial officers also felt embarrassed by Marshal Tianpeng.

Just then, Sun Wukong, the host, came over, followed by Nezha, Zhenyuanzi, Taibaijinxing, and Bodhisattva Guanyin.

Watching Marshal Tianpeng showing off his skills to Wu Ming and Su Yonglin, Sun Wukong couldn't help but laugh.

"Worthy brother, why do you laugh?" Zhenyuanzi asked.

"This Marshal Tianpeng is a remarkable person," Sun Wukong said smilingly, looking towards Bodhisattva Guanyin, "Bodhisattva, what do you think, does he have a destiny with Spirit Mountain?"

Bodhisattva Guanyin calculated with her fingers and her eyes revealed surprise, "The divination skill of His Highness the Spirit King is remarkable indeed. This Marshal Tianpeng, in my calculations, is very likely to be demoted to the mortal realm after the Flat Peach Banquet, for being drunk and harassing Chang'e."

Nezha sneered, "Bodhisattva, is this really what you calculated? I thought this Marshal Tianpeng would become bolder when drunk, perhaps harassing Taiyin Deity... Harassing Chang'e? Just a mere moon fairy, and that's all the courage he has."

The Taiyin Deity is the true master of the Lunar Palace, and Chang'e is just a general term for the immortals of the Lunar Palace.

If Marshal Tianpeng dared to harass Taiyin Deity, Nezha would actually respect him. Unexpectedly, in the Bodhisattva's calculation, Marshal Tianpeng only harassed a minor Chang'e.

Ridiculous!

That's all the ambition he had.

The Nine Revolving Reincarnation Elixir given to Marshal Tianpeng was indeed a waste.

Taibaijinxing quickly said, "Nezha, don't say such things. If Taiyin Deity hears this and comes looking for trouble, you'll be in trouble."

Nezha gave Taibaijinxing a peculiar look, "Old Taibai Star, that statement of yours... How does it sound like a single sentence?"

Taibaijinxing: "······"

Sun Wukong was just about to mediate when he suddenly recalled Taiyin Deity hadn't come, and asked Taibaijinxing, "Old Taibai, why haven't we seen Old Taiyin?" T@hi$s- chapt$er- was made+ p#os&s-ibl#e@ by the c!omm$un@it*y at M-V|*LE+M|PY!R#.+

Old Taiyin?

Taibai was stunned, then seeing it was Sun Wukong, he said, "Spirit King dear brother, why are you also teasing like this? Can you call Old Taiyin? That's Taiyin Deity who's existed since the creation of heaven and earth."

"Didn't you just call him yourself?" Sun Wukong cheekily retorted.

Taibai Jinxing had a speechless expression, "I have truly been swindled by you, old man."

Sun Wukong, hooking Taibai Jinxing's arm, said, "Don't worry, as we are primordial beings who have existed since the creation of heaven and earth, such trifles will not bother you."

Taibai Jinxing opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and figured that was indeed the case.

The ancient ancestors, existing since the dawn of creation, were all cunning beings who only cared about matters of personal interest. If no one sought their interference, even if it were to alter heaven and earth, they would not bother.

Because---

They existed eternally.

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, "Alright, everyone, it's time for the last city, the holy city outside my Shuilian Cave!"

This time, there was no walking.

Under the guidance of Sun Wukong, everyone rode the clouds, heading towards the holy city outside Shuilian Cave.

Outside the holy city, Ao Yun came riding on clouds to greet them.

"Big brother···"

"I have seen all the deities of heaven, the scattered immortals of Penglai, and the Bodhisattva Guanyin of the South Sea."

The immortals bowed, raised their hands, or performed salutes, returning the greetings one by one.

The Bodhisattva Guanyin, upon seeing Ao Yun, sighed inwardly, "I wondered back then why the golden scales were not destined for me. It turns out he was saved by the Eastern Leisurely Spirit King. Originally, this poor monk had foreseen his noble fate; never had I expected it to be so precious."

Precious beyond words!

Indeed, I was rather presumptuous back then!

Ao Yun did not know what the Bodhisattva Guanyin was thinking, and simply smiled as he led everyone into the city to view the sights, eventually arriving at the city center.

There, in the center, was an open space ten miles in diameter, with hundreds of small tables filled with various types of spirit and immortal fruits.

Sun Wukong arranged for all the immortals to be seated and rows of gracefully moving rabbit nymphs with smiles upon their faces brought platters bearing bottles of jadescent nectar and monkey wine.

The immortals, who had already encountered rabbit women in the previous seventy-two cities, were still somewhat surprised to see them now.

Human bodies, rabbit ears, rabbit tails.

Long legs and every glance and smile were enchantingly delightful.

Such transformative magic could only belong to Huaguo Mountain...

The master of Huaguo Mountain, the Eastern Leisurely Spirit King, must be a truly marvelous individual.

The rabbit nymphs served the immortals jadescent nectar, then quietly retreated. Following that, a group of dancers surrounded a beautiful rabbit woman who made her way to the center to perform a dance for the immortals.

This rabbit woman, dressed in a phoenix-embroidered turquoise Xialuo with trailing pink misty skirts and holding a dainty green translucent scarf, had her hair styled with a peony flower inserted into her slanted misty bun.

She indeed possessed an appearance that suggested, "Dark brows open up disdain across distant peaks, green temples richly colored by the smoke of spring."

In her green misty robe, scattered with dew-like flowers, her light green pleated skirt, and draped with an ethereal green chiffon, her shoulders cut finely and waist as if bound, her skin smooth as condensed milk and breath as fragrant as an orchid.

Her charm was effortless, adding a touch of allure.

Watching her twist her delicate waist with dainty steps, gracefully presenting her white wrists through light chiffon.

Her eyes contained the gentle flow of spring water, while on her head tilted a jinpin hair accessory inlaid with jade carving of dragons and phoenixes, her rabbit ears ticking up and down, lively and endearing.

Her enchanting, delicate features outshone flowers; her hair draped softly with pearl and jade pins inserted at an angle, her beauty as refreshing as a lotus emerging from water. Her fingers were like freshly cut spring onions, her lips red as if painted, a smile that captivated souls.

Her hair loosely styled to reveal temples, lightly brushed brows framing spring-filled eyes, skin smooth and glowing like tender jade, her small cherry mouth naturally red without embellishment, and cheeks with strands of hair brushed by the breeze, adding a touch of irresistible charm.

Those watery eyes shifted cunningly, playful and a bit mischievous.

The lower part of her body clad in a pale green long skirt, the cuffs embroidered with light blue peonies, threads of silver outlining clouds, densely packed at the hem with a pattern of blue seas and clouds, and her chest clad in a broad piece of pale yellow brocade.

With a slight turn of her body, the long skirt unfolded, her movements graceful as a breeze stirring willows.

Under the adornment of the pale green long dress, the rabbit nymph's waist was so slender she seemed impeccable, seemingly untouched by worldly cares.

A bright red silk scarf draped loosely at her neckline, revealing a full chest.

Amongst the immortals, only Taibai Jinxing, Nezha, the Bodhisattva Guanyin, the Three Stars of Fortune, Longevity, and Prosperity, Zhen Yuanzi, and others watched with appreciation, while the rest of the celestial beings and divine generals were all mesmerized.

This rabbit nymph, named Mao Xue, the daughter of King Mao from Mao City, possessed five hundred years of cultivation. Her allure was not less than that of a vixen, yet it carried a genuine charm that did not make one feel overly enchanting.

However, for some divine generals, the stimulation of this rabbit nymph was a bit too much.

Like Marshal Tianpeng.

Desire blazed in his eyes.

If not for the crowd, he might have pounced directly to hold the rabbit nymph Mao Xue in his arms, vigorously engaging in frivolity.

"Everyone, please!"

Sun Wukong raised his wine goblet, inviting a toast, and the immortals also raised their glasses in response, drinking down the jadescent nectar amidst cheers.

Turning back to the performance, they saw:

The dance turned back the green sleeves, the song restrained the green tian.

The hall was bathed in brilliant light, each seat neatly occupied by graceful figures.

All of Huaguo Mountain seemed to be in an endless cycle of song and dance, bustling with excitement.

However.

Over by the cold iron mine······