I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Without further hesitation, he put the pill into his mouth. It melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a cool spiritual energy slid down his throat, quickly seeping into his limbs and bones.

The injuries healed at a visible speed, the stinging pain in the meridians gradually subsided, and the primordial spirit became more stable.

He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips. "This alchemy technique is truly a wonderful thing. If I had known this earlier, why didn't I put more effort into learning it?"

As he was talking to himself, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, steady yet with a hint of probing.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow and looked up. He saw the courtyard gate creak open and an old man in plain clothes slowly walk in.

The old man had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, but sharp, eagle-like eyes that seemed to see through everything as he swept across the courtyard.

He held an ebony staff in his hand, the top of which was carved with a lifelike eagle spreading its wings as if about to take flight.

"Fellow Daoist, I apologize for my intrusion in visiting."

The old man's voice was deep and tinged with a sense of vicissitude, "I was passing by this place when I smelled a fragrance of elixir, which was truly extraordinary, so I couldn't help but come and investigate."

Jiang Wang stood up, cupped his hands in a salute, and smiled, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes. "Senior, you flatter me. I only refined a small pill. How dare I claim it to be extraordinary?"
May I ask your name, senior?

The old man waved his hand, but his gaze fell on Jiang Wang, looking him up and down, his brows gradually furrowing. "I am Feng Meng, a free spirit."

"You, young man, are truly peculiar. Neither human, nor demon, nor ghost, your physical body is as strong as that of the witch clan, yet you have cultivated a primordial spirit. Such a contradictory path is something I've never seen before in all my years of life."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang felt a chill run down his spine, but remained outwardly calm, and smiled, "Senior has excellent eyesight."

"This junior, Jiang Wang, does indeed have some connection with the human race. As for the rest, that's a long story, best left unsaid."

Feng Meng narrowed his eyes, about to ask again, when he suddenly heard a clear laugh from outside the courtyard, like the light sound of silver bells, with a familiar tone, "Jiang Wang, you rascal, you can even attract guests while refining pills, you're really something."

Jiang Wang turned his head and saw a woman walking gracefully towards him. She wore a moon-white long dress with a jade belt around her waist. Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her temperament was both cool and gentle. It was Chang'e.

She walked lightly, as if stepping on moonlight, carrying a delicate jade rabbit lantern in her hand. The lantern's light shimmered, making her face appear even more beautiful.

Upon seeing her, Feng Meng's eyes flashed with surprise, then he smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Aunt, how have you been?"
"It's been so many years, but you still look as radiant as ever."

Chang'e chuckled and waved her hand, saying, "Nephew Fengmeng, you still have such a sweet tongue."

What, you can't stay still and have come down to the mortal realm again?

Aren't you afraid those old fogies in Heaven will cause you trouble?

Jiang Wang, standing to the side, was completely confused and couldn't help but interject, "Wait, you two know each other?"

Aunt and nephew?
What's going on with this relationship?

Chang'e glanced at him, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "What, Jiang Wang, you don't even know what I'm made of?"
Feng Meng is my distant nephew. Back when I was in the Moon Palace, he was just a young boy who would pester me all day long for spirit fruits.

Now that he's old, he's learned to wander around.

Feng Meng smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "Auntie is joking."

If it weren't for your guidance back then, how could I have survived to this day?

but……"

He paused, then his gaze fell on Jiang Wang again. "This fellow Daoist Jiang Wang is truly extraordinary."

"Your aunt knows him, so she must know his background, right?"

Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in Chang'e's eyes. She looked at Jiang Wang with a half-smile and asked, "His origins?"
Interestingly, even he himself might not be aware of it.

All I know is that he's a restless fellow, always getting into trouble.

Jiang Wang felt a little embarrassed by her words, so he coughed and changed the subject, saying, "Senior Feng Meng, since you are Chang'e's nephew, how come you are here?"

"Could it be that you've also come to me for alchemy?"

Feng Meng waved his hand and sighed, "No."

My purpose in coming here is for a hawk that has been imprisoned by the Heavenly Court.

I have some connection with that eagle. I heard that it was trapped in this area, so I came down to the mortal realm to investigate.

"Who knew that passing by this place, I would smell your fragrance and, out of curiosity, come in."

Jiang Wang nodded, but secretly wondered: The eagle imprisoned by the Heavenly Court?

I'm afraid this matter is not simple.

Just as he was about to ask again, he suddenly heard Feng Meng say, "Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, are you aware of the current situation of the human race?"

Jiang Wang was taken aback, then frowned and said, "Human race?"
Isn't it just that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were trapped in the Fire Cloud Cave, while the rest simply accepted their fate?

What other situation could there be?

A hint of sadness flashed in Feng Meng's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "You only know one side of the story, not the other."

Besides the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, many other ancient sages of the human race were forced to live in seclusion in the secret realm of Shouyang Mountain, where they were controlled by formations and found it difficult to escape.

Although they were not imprisoned, they were no different from prisoners.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang was shocked and anger surged within him. "What?"
Is this really true?
What does the sage mean by this?

Humans are the protagonists of heaven and earth, yet they are treated like this?

Chang'e sighed and replied, "Jiang Wang, you are new to this world, how would you know these secrets?"

Sages have their own calculations when they act.

Although those sages were trapped, they managed to save their lives; it was a result of careful consideration.

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, "Weighing?"
It was merely a sage using the human race as pawns in his own game.

Senior Feng Meng, do you know why the Sage sent me to search for the remnants of the Witch Clan?

Feng Meng was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "I don't know that."

The actions of sages are always unfathomable.

"Let alone me, even the Grand Master Xuandu might not know."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's heart stirred, and a plan suddenly came to mind. He smiled and said, "Grand Master Xuandu?"

I've heard he possesses profound cultivation and extraordinary abilities. Since you've mentioned him, senior, why don't I accompany you to meet him? Perhaps we can glean some clues from him."

Upon hearing this, Feng Meng hesitated for a moment, but seeing Jiang Wang's resolute expression, he nodded and said, "Very well, since you are interested, I will take you there."

However, Xuan Du has an eccentric personality, so you'll have to be careful when dealing with him.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, but he already had a plan in mind.

He secretly channeled his profound power, creating a clone that transformed into a burly, powerful-looking member of the Wu clan. He asked Feng Meng, "Senior, what do you think of my clone?"

If I take this to see Xuandu, he'll definitely believe it's true.

Upon seeing this, Feng Meng's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded, saying, "Impressive skill!"

This clone possessed a pure aura, truly indistinguishable from the Wu Clan.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Xuandu now."

Chang'e stood aside, looking at Jiang Wang with a half-smile, and transmitted her voice: "What kind of trick are you up to now?"

Xuan Du is not someone to be easily fooled; don't go too far.

Jiang Wang smiled in response and transmitted his voice, "Don't worry, Aunt, I know what I'm doing."

Before long, Feng Meng brought Jiang Wang's clone to a mountaintop shrouded in mist. On the mountaintop stood a Taoist temple with the words "Xuandu Cave" inscribed on its plaque.

Feng Meng stepped forward and knocked on the door, calling out loudly, "Senior Brother Xuandu, Feng Meng requests an audience!"

A moment later, the gate of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a green robe walked out. He had a handsome face, a calm demeanor, and a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

He glanced at Jiang Wang's clone behind Feng Meng and frowned slightly. "Feng Meng, why did you bring a member of the Wu Clan here?"

"Could this be the eagle clue you mentioned?"

Feng Meng cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother, I met this fellow Daoist by chance in the lower realm. His aura is no different from that of the Wu Clan, and he may be related to the Wu Clan remnants you are looking for. So I brought him here for you to meet."

Xuan Du's gaze sharpened as it fell upon Jiang Wangfen, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Is he practicing the witch clan's cultivation techniques?

Jiang Wang's clone pretended to be simple and honest, scratching his head and saying, "I am just a rogue cultivator, and what I cultivate is... the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

"Nine Yang Divine Art?"

Xuan Du was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, before he sneered, "Nine Yang Divine Skill?"
Could you be referring to the Nine Revolutions Divine Skill?

No, the Nine Revolutions Yuan Technique is…

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked sharply at Jiang Wang, a flash of anger in his eyes, "You brat, how dare you play tricks on me!"

Jiang Wang's clone laughed and pretended to be terrified, saying, "Oh dear, senior has misunderstood!"

I am indeed practicing the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique!
But... senior, how do you know about the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique?
Could it be that others also practice this skill?

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's expression changed slightly, as if Jiang Wang's words had stirred something within him. He said in a deep voice, "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique?"
Hmph, how could a mere witch clan like you know how to cultivate such techniques?

Tell me, who else practices this art with you?

A sly glint flashed in Jiang Wang's clone's eyes as he feigned panic and cried out, "Senior, spare my life!"
I only obtained this technique by chance, how would I know who else practices it?
If you know the answer, please tell me, so I can have someone to keep me company!

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's face grew even uglier. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve and shouted, "What a cunning brat!"

You almost tricked me!
Tell me, who exactly are you?
Why did you deliberately mislead me?

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiang Wang's clone laughed heartily, his aura changed, and he transformed into a boulder, instantly disappearing without a trace, leaving only a laugh echoing in the air, "Senior Xuandu, you flatter me!"
My name is Jiang Wang. See you another day!

Xuan Du stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He slapped his forehead in regret, "This brat, how dare he play tricks on me like this!"
"Well done, Jiang Wang! I'll remember you!"

Feng Meng stood aside, dumbfounded, and after a long while, he said with a wry smile, "Senior brother, this Jiang Wang... is truly a remarkable person."

Xuan Du snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve, saying, "A remarkable person?"
"Hmph, I'd like to see what other tricks he can pull!"

Jiang Wang's ears twitched slightly, and his fine spiritual sense spread out like threads, probing into the void to capture the faint fluctuations.

The night was deep, and the moonlight, like water, shone on the bluestone of Huaguo Mountain, reflecting his handsome yet slightly cold face.

Just now, he used a secret technique to enhance his hearing and overheard a conversation from a distant realm—the voice of the Hongjun Ancestor was deep and resonant, faintly mentioning the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

The four words conveyed an unquestionable sense of authority.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, his pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately realized that the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique he possessed had already attracted the attention of that supreme being.

"Hongjun...Nine Revolutions Profound Technique..."

Jiang Wang murmured to himself, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the stone table, producing a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

"It seems the trouble is coming sooner than I expected," he said.

He stood up, his robes fluttering in the night wind, his gaze sweeping over the rolling peaks of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Zhunti's surveillance was like a bone-deep ailment, constantly watching his every move. If he didn't get rid of it as soon as possible, he might not even have a chance to catch his breath.

With a thought, Jiang Wang conjured a crystal-clear pill in his palm, emitting a faint fragrance.

This is the "Primordial Spirit Rejuvenation Pill" that he spent forty-nine days refining with the Netherworld Fire.

It is specifically designed to restore the vital spirit from injuries.

At this moment, although his primordial spirit was not damaged, he had to ensure that everything was foolproof in order to deal with the following actions.

"Chang'e, come out."

Jiang Wang gave a soft shout, and before his voice had even faded, the space in front of him rippled slightly, and a graceful figure stepped out from the void.

Chang'e, dressed in white as snow, with exquisite features, appeared even more ethereal and otherworldly under the moonlight.

She said softly, "Jiang Wang, why did you call me in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Wang's gaze narrowed slightly, and he spoke frankly: "Zhunti's surveillance is becoming increasingly tight. I have heard that Hongjun came here for the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. If he stays here, there may be great disaster."

"Come with me into the Meteor Ring to temporarily avoid the enemy's advance."

Upon hearing this, Chang'e frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "Alright, I believe you."

Jiang Wang said no more, raised his hand and waved it. The Meteor Ring in his palm flashed and turned into a stream of light, taking Chang'e into it.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening like a knife: "Zhunti, if you want to see me, Jiang Wang, make a fool of myself, you're in for a disappointment."

Meanwhile, in the distant Western Paradise, the Sage Cundi sat cross-legged on a golden lotus, his Seven Treasures Tree radiating seven-colored Buddhist light.

His eyes were slightly closed, but his divine sense covered the heavens and earth like a tide, firmly locking onto the direction of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Suddenly, he frowned, sensing that Jiang Wang's aura was fluctuating, as if he intended to escape.

"Hmph, you insignificant ant, do you think you can escape my watchful eye?"

Zhunti sneered, and the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand shone brightly. He separated a wisp of saintly power and poured it into the tree, then transmitted his voice: "Bodhi, take this treasure to Flower Fruit Mountain, hunt down Jiang Wang, and retrieve the Five Elements Mountain treasure. Do not let him escape!"

The Bodhi Patriarch, who was sitting upright in Fangcun Mountain, immediately stood up upon hearing this and respectfully replied, "I will obey your command, Master!"

He took the Seven Treasures Tree and felt a vast and mighty power surge into his body from the tree. The power was so strong that it shook his mind.

He dared not delay, and transformed into a golden ray of light, heading straight for Flower Fruit Mountain.

At this moment, Jiang Wang had already begun to act.

With a flicker of his body, he used the teleportation technique, and in the blink of an eye, he traversed thousands of miles and appeared in a desolate valley.

Zhunti's divine sense remained firmly locked onto him, like a shadow.

Jiang Wang sneered and muttered, "Zhunti, do you think you can trap me with such simple tricks?"

That's a gross underestimation of them.

He flipped his palm, and a golden talisman appeared, which was the "One-Way Pass to the Peach Garden" that he had obtained by chance in his early years.

This talisman is a secret treasure of the Heavenly Court, providing direct access to the Peach Garden, and is difficult for mortals to find.

With a thought, Jiang Wang poured his spiritual power into the talisman, which instantly transformed into a golden light that enveloped him.

"Om-"

The space fluctuated violently, and Jiang Wang's figure suddenly disappeared.

Zhunti's consciousness suddenly froze, and his once crystal-clear aura was completely severed at that moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the Buddha light under the golden lotus trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Well done, Jiang Wang, you actually have such methods!"

The Peach Garden… Hmph, so what if it's the Heavenly Court? I have my own ways of dealing with it! (End of Chapter)