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

He stood up, waved his sleeve, and transformed into a golden light, heading straight for the outside of Mount Ling.

Upon seeing him appear, the Four Sages' aura intensified. The Primordial Emperor coldly said, "Zhunti, where are the clues to the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique? Stop hiding them!"

Zhunti remained unfazed and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoists, I have recently investigated and found that the person suspected of cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is Jiang Wang of the human race."

Upon hearing this, the four saints reacted with varying expressions.

The Tongtian Sect Leader raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Jiang Wang? How could a junior of the human race know the supreme cultivation technique of the Wu Clan? The Dao Ancestor Hongjun once said that the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was mostly obtained by the remnants of the Wu Clan. Zhunti, your statement is rather far-fetched."

Nuwa chuckled, her voice cool and clear: "Jiang Wang's rapid cultivation, whether due to the Immortal Peach and Elixir, the laws of space, or the inheritance of the Great Immortal Yang Mei, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique? That's far too far off."

The Emperor Yuanshi's gaze was sharp as a knife as he slowly said, "Zhunti, if you have no real evidence, don't blame me for turning against you."

Zhunti's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, the matter of Jiang Wang is just a suspicion, and I am also investigating it."

He cursed Jieyin inwardly. This plan seemed clever, but it was full of loopholes. How could the Four Saints be so easily defeated? Jieyin stood beside him and said in a low voice, "Junior brother, let's delay for now and make a plan after we find real evidence."

Helpless, Zhunti had no choice but to agree. However, the four saints' eyes were like torches, and the tension above Mount Ling grew even stronger.

Inside Jiang Wang's cave, spiritual energy was as vast as the sea, and the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique circulated ceaselessly.

At the summit of Lingshan Mountain, auspicious clouds swirl and golden light shines brightly. Buddhist chants echo among the clouds and mist, as if they were the purest music in the world.

However, beneath this solemn atmosphere lies a silent struggle.

The Sage Zhunti sat upright on the lotus throne, his face calm and serene, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

The four sages opposite him—Laozi, Yuanshi Tianhuang, Nuwa, and Tongtian Jiaozhu—were imposing, seemingly surrounding Mount Ling and demanding an explanation.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was particularly sharp; his verbal sparring had just thoroughly refuted Zhunti's arguments.

Zhunti attempted to transmit his thoughts to Bodhi Patriarch, hoping to find a way to break the deadlock, but the invisible barrier formed by the Taiji diagram and the Pangu Banner blocked his divine thoughts.

Zhunti was secretly annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly a thing that Bodhi Patriarch had mentioned flashed through his mind—that Jiang Wang was actually cultivating the "Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong".

This skill is the supreme method used by Pangu to create the world. When cultivated to its ultimate level, one can directly reach the Primordial Chaos Realm and will not need to scheme for the holy position of others.

A glint of light flashed in Zhunti's eyes, and a plan came to mind.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the four saints, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of probing: "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, I have heard that your grand-disciple Jiang Wang has practiced the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong."

Is this true?

Upon hearing this, the Primordial Emperor frowned slightly. He calculated with his fingers and indeed found that both Jiang Wang and Yang Jian possessed the aura of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong.

His expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Indeed, Jiang Wang has such an opportunity, but this skill is profound, and he has only just begun to grasp its essence."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti sneered inwardly, but feigned surprise on the surface: "Oh? Just beginning to grasp the basics? If this skill is mastered, one might be able to directly approach the Hunyuan realm."

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, do you perhaps intend for your grand-disciple to monopolize this opportunity?"

He paused, then turned his gaze to the other three saints, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "Fellow Daoists, the secret of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique has never been shared with us by Fellow Daoist Yuanshi."

The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this.

Laozi remained calm, seemingly unmoved; Nuwa raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze shifting between Yuanshi and Zhunti; Tongtian Jiaozhu, however, snorted coldly, his tone unfriendly: "Yuanshi, if you truly intend to do so, do you perhaps wish to monopolize this immense opportunity?"

Seeing this, Zhunti was secretly delighted and quickly added fuel to the fire: "Everyone, Jiang Wang's cultivation of this skill is probably something that Fellow Daoist Yuanshi had planned long ago."

"This humble monk and I merely guard a corner of Mount Ling; how can we compare to the profound foundation of the Chan Sect? I fear that if we continue to contend, we will only be doing the work for others."

His words, half true and half false, skillfully diverted the Four Sages' hostility towards Mount Ling, successfully shifting the conflict towards Yuanshi.

How could the Emperor Yuanshi not see through Zhunti's plan to shift the blame eastward? But he was unwilling to get entangled further and coldly said, "Zhunti, you must not sow discord."

"The matter of Jiang Wang has nothing to do with our Chan Sect. If any of you have any doubts, you may ask him directly."

Having said that, he turned around, flicked his sleeve, and vanished in a streak of light.

Nuwa and Tongtian exchanged a glance, then parted ways without lingering.

Before Lao Tzu left, he gave Zhunti a deep look, the meaning of which was unclear.

Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged a glance with Jieyin beside him. The two understood each other without saying a word—this situation had finally been temporarily resolved.

Meanwhile, far away on Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood respectfully before the Buddha and whispered, "World Honored One, the brocade kasaya has been hidden at the bottom of the lotus pond by Jiang Wang. The pond water is protected by his divine power and cannot be retrieved by ordinary means."

Upon hearing this, the Buddha nodded slightly, closed his eyes for a moment, and his divine sense had already probed into the depths of Mount Luojia.

The lotus pond was as clear as a mirror, and a glimmer of golden light could be seen faintly at the bottom of the pond—it was the brocade cassock.

The Buddha raised his hand and waved it lightly, his fingertips emanating wisps of spatial power, like ripples on water, layer upon layer, seemingly tearing and stitching the void together.

Three days passed slowly, and the pool water finally surged. A golden light shot up from the bottom of the pool and fell into the Buddha's palm.

The robe, adorned with flowing gold threads and bathed in a hazy Buddhist light, remained pure and immaculate.

The Buddha handed the cassock to Sun Wukong, who had just arrived, and said calmly, "Return to the pilgrimage group quickly, and do not delay any longer."

Sun Wukong took the cassock, scratched his head, and grinned, "Thank you, World Honored One! I, Old Sun, will go back now!"

With a somersault, he was back beside Tang Sanzang in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Tang Sanzang and the white dragon horse had been waiting in the wilderness for a long time.

After two years apart, the master and disciple remained silent, except for a soft neigh from the white dragon horse, as if lamenting the pain of separation.

Tang Sanzang looked at the familiar cassock in Sun Wukong's hand, his eyes slightly red, and sighed, "Wukong, this journey has been difficult. Do you resent your master?"

Sun Wukong laughed heartily, scratched his head, and said, "Master, what are you saying! I, Old Sun, fear neither heaven nor earth, why would I be afraid of such a short distance? Let's go!"

The pilgrimage team set off again, but difficulties followed one after another.

Although the White Dragon Horse had taken the Divine Power Pill bestowed by Laozi, it could only travel an extra five miles each day.

After seven days, they had covered barely a hundred li.

Tang Sanzang lost his cultivation again and became physically weak, unable to even ride a horse.

Left with no other option, Sun Wukong had to use his "Heaven and Earth Transformation" technique.
His body swelled to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), carrying luggage in his left hand and the white dragon horse between his right and left hands, as he strode forward.

Tang Sanzang sat on his shoulder, his monk's robes fluttering in the wind, but his face was full of helplessness.

He whispered, "Wukong, what kind of manners are we making by rushing like this?" Sun Wukong grinned, "Master, don't be impatient. My method may be unrefined, but it works! Look, Gao Village is just ahead!"

Outside Gao Lao Zhuang, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, and the fields are filled with the fragrance of rice, creating a tranquil atmosphere with a touch of everyday life.

Sun Wukong put down the white dragon horse and the luggage, transformed back into his normal human form, clapped his hands and said, "Master, I'll go scout ahead, you rest first."

Tang Sanzang nodded, sat cross-legged under the tree, and closed his eyes to recite scriptures.

The white dragon horse lazily nibbled on the roadside grass, seemingly already accustomed to this leisurely journey.

Meanwhile, in a secluded cave far away, Jiang Wang was sitting cross-legged, his body surrounded by spiritual energy, as if shrouded in mist.

He secluded himself for two years, and his cultivation had reached a state of perfection, his aura as steady as a mountain.

Just as he was immersed in his cultivation, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind: "Host! Wake up! Tang Sanzang has arrived at Gao Village, the system has a new mission!"

Jiang Wang frowned, opened his eyes, and said impatiently, "Again? Tell me, what's the mission?"

The system chuckled and said, "This time you have three choices: postpone the Journey to the West and the rewards will be substantial! First, sabotage the wedding at Gao Village; second, steal the mysterious stone tablet; third, disguise yourself as Huian Xingzhe and trick Zhu Bajie into eating the Rejuvenation Pill."

Special note: The reward for Mission Three is a Primordial Spirit Crystal, which can upgrade one of your divine abilities to the Primordial level!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's eyes lit up.

The Primordial Spirit Crystal, a Saint-level divine power! He immediately abandoned the mysterious stone tablet and chose the third task.

The system laughed even harder: "Host is brilliant! Go quickly, that simpleton Pigsy is the easiest to fool!"

Jiang Wang's lips twitched, and he stood up, transforming into a streak of light and heading straight for Gao Village.

Inside Gao Village, Pigsy was leaning against the door frame, munching on a carrot, his eyes glazed over, as if he were fantasizing about something wonderful.

Jiang Wang transformed into the appearance of Huian Xingzhe Muzha and quietly landed in the courtyard, smiling as he said, "Bajie, long time no see!"

Pigsy was taken aback, then looked up and saw it was "Muzha".
He immediately burst out laughing: "Hey, Brother Huian, what brings you here to see me, Old Pig?"

Jiang Wang feigned mystery, pulling out a pill from his sleeve that emitted a faint fragrance: "Bajie, I heard you always complain that you're not as handsome as Yang Jian? This is a face-changing pill. After you eat it, I guarantee you'll be more handsome than Yang Jian and charm all the fairies in the Three Realms!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's eyes widened like saucers, and he almost drooled: "Really? Even more handsome than Yang Jian?"

He snatched the pill and was about to swallow it when he suddenly heard an angry shout: "Stop! That's not a Face-Changing Pill!"

Zhen Muzha arrived unnoticed, panting heavily. He pointed at Jiang Wang and said, "Who are you, daring to impersonate me?"

Jiang Wang's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and laughed, "Bajie, don't listen to his nonsense! This is Taibai Jinxing sent by the Jade Emperor, here to ruin your plans!"

Pigsy, being simple-minded to begin with, flew into a rage upon hearing this, glaring at Zhen Muzha and roaring, "You damned Taibai Jinxing, I, this old pig, will eat you today!"

After saying that, he swallowed the Rejuvenation Pill in one gulp.

In an instant, Pigsy's body shone brightly, followed by a "poof".

With a whoosh, he transformed into a plump, white pig, grunting and rolling around in the yard.

Zhen Muzha stomped his feet in anger, but Jiang Wang had already transformed into a streak of light and escaped. The system's voice rang in his mind: "Mission complete! Primordial Spirit Crystals have been credited to your account!"

Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly as he muttered, "This simpleton is indeed easy to fool."

In the distance, night fell on Gao Laozhuang, and the grunts of Zhu Bajie mingled with the exclamations of the villagers, creating chaos.

The moment Jiang Wang left Yunzhan Cave, Marshal Tianpeng's fate seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, plunging him into an absurd and dangerous vortex.

A cold wind howled outside the cave, carrying with it the dampness of the mountains and the fishy smell of grass and trees.

Muzha stood at the cave entrance, his blue robe fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the fat pig at his feet, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

This pig is none other than Marshal Tianpeng, the dignified commander of the Heavenly River Navy. However, he has lost all his magical powers after mistakenly eating an elixir of unknown origin, and has turned into an adorable fat pig. Only the resentful glint in his eyes still retains some of his former spirit.

Mu Zha frowned, squatted down, stared into Tian Peng's eyes, and whispered, "Marshal, please wait here. I will go and report to Guanyin Bodhisattva and ask for a solution."

Tianpeng grunted twice, as if in response, but with a hint of helplessness.

Its head was lowered, and its plump body rubbed against the stone ground at the cave entrance, as if trying to find a comfortable position, but it could not shake off the deep-seated fatigue.

Mu Zha sighed, his figure flickered, and he transformed into a golden light, speeding towards the South China Sea.

Tianpeng remained alone in the Cloud Stack Cave. The cave was cold and damp, with tiny water droplets condensing on the stone walls, their dripping sound echoing in the empty cave.

It dragged its heavy body slowly to a dry corner and lay down.

The pig exhaled heavy breaths from its nose, carrying a hint of resentment and confusion.

It tried to recall the origin of the pill, but its mind was a mess. It could only remember Jiang Wang's meaningful look before he left, as if he had already foreseen that it would end up in such a state.

Sleepiness washed over him like a tide, and Tianpeng's eyelids gradually closed as he fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

On the mountain path, two figures stealthily approached the Cloud Stack Cave.

An old man and a young man, both dressed as Taoist priests.

The old Taoist priest was thin, his gray robe stained with mud, and he carried a tattered cloth bag on his back. His eyes revealed a hint of cunning. The young Taoist priest was a teenager with a childlike face. He carried a peach wood staff and walked briskly, but he kept stealing glances at the old Taoist priest's expression.

The two men were entrusted by Master Gao of Gao Village to capture the troublesome pig demon, but after searching the mountains and forests within a hundred miles, they couldn't even find a trace of the monster.

With the deadline fast approaching, the reward money from Master Gao was incredibly tempting. The old Taoist priest devised a plan and whispered to the young Taoist priest, "Disciple, if we go back empty-handed without catching the monster, Master Gao will laugh at us."

Perhaps...we should find a way to get through this.

The young Taoist priest was taken aback, scratched his head, and asked, "Master, what do you mean?"

The old Taoist chuckled and lowered his voice: "I just saw a fat pig sleeping soundly in the Cloud Stack Cave."

"Let's capture it and pretend it's the original form of that pig demon. That way, we can fool them and get Master Gao's silver, right?"

The young Taoist priest's eyes lit up, but he hesitated, "But that pig... is it really a monster?"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand impatiently: "Whether it's true or false, Master Gao doesn't understand these things. Just fool him!"

After saying that, he took out a yellowed talisman from his bag, muttered some incantations, and the talisman turned into a golden light and flew straight into the cave.

While Tianpeng was still dreaming, he suddenly felt an invisible force envelop him, and his body involuntarily rose into the air.

It suddenly opened its eyes, only to find itself stuffed into a dark cloth bag, the opening tightly tied with a rope. (End of Chapter)