In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

In the following days, no matter how Sun Wukong tried to coax Chen Yi, Chen Yi remained indifferent to him, as if Sun Wukong had become invisible.

This caused great distress to Sun Wukong, who was always powerful and fearless.

Finally, one morning, Sun Wukong couldn't resist any longer. Taking advantage of Chen Yi's groggy state after just waking up, he suddenly hugged him tightly and forcibly restrained him from escaping.

Looking at Chen Yi, who looked unwilling in his arms, Sun Wukong sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, stop being so stubborn. What do you want from me to talk to me?"

Chen Yi raised his eyelids, glanced at Sun Wukong indifferently, and slowly said, "Hmph, if you want me to pay attention to you, fine, but..."

"You have to lend me your golden cudgel for a few days first, and then you have to take me to your somersault cloud for a good time."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback and asked incredulously, "That's it?"

If he had known the little monk was so easy to fool, he would have used his golden cudgel and somersault cloud to coax him long ago.

Chen Yi nodded vigorously and answered affirmatively, "That's right! That's exactly it! As long as you can do these things, I, your master, will be magnanimous and will no longer hold it against you for hitting me before."

In truth, only Chen Yi himself knew that he had long wanted to reconcile with Sun Wukong.

After the Cold War, he always felt cold at night when Sun Wukong wasn't by his side to sleep, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned. He had been suffering from insomnia for several days.

Habits are a terrible thing!

However, having already uttered those harsh words, his pride wouldn't allow him to bow down to Sun Wukong first.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong took the initiative to offer a way to reconcile, so Chen Yi naturally went along with it and made peace as he wished.

Chen realized that he hadn't seen the fake Wukong for quite some time.

He had previously inquired with Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing about the whereabouts of the fake Wukong.

However, the two guys looked completely bewildered and shook their heads, saying they knew nothing when asked.

So Chen Yi turned to face Sun Wukong and asked in confusion, "Great Sage, has that fake Wukong left? I haven't seen him for many days."

Sun Wukong said calmly, "He's dead."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi was stunned. It took him a long time to recover before he stammered, "Huh? He... he just died like that?"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, then slowly explained, "Well, the reason that fake Wukong lost his life was thanks to the headband spell you recited."

“At that time, when I was fighting him to a standstill, you suddenly started chanting the Tightening-Headband Mantra.”

"The fake Wukong was distracted by his headache, and I beat him severely."

“That guy didn’t get any treatment after he was injured, and he just dragged on like that. When I found him, he was already dead.”

Chen sighed, "What a pity, to die like this."

Although the fake Wukong was a bit annoying, he didn't harm him. Compared to other monsters, he was relatively good.

Sun Wukong said loudly, "Stop thinking about him. Didn't you say you wanted to go play on the Somersault Cloud? Come on, I'll take you there."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi immediately became excited: "Are you really taking me?!"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Of course!"

Chen Yi hurriedly urged, "Let's go! Take me there quickly!"

Sun Wukong told his two junior brothers to rest for a day, and then he took Chen Yi and leaped into the sky.

Before Chen Yi could react, Sun Wukong somersaulted, and the somersault cloud appeared before him like a summoned spirit.

Sun Wukong put his arm around Chen Yi and they sat steadily on the somersault cloud.

Chen Yi stared at the Somersault Cloud beneath him, his eyes filled with curiosity. He couldn't help but reach out and gently poke it. The Somersault Cloud was soft and fluffy, just like his own body, and it was very comfortable to lie on it.

Seeing how much fun he was having, Sun Wukong couldn't help but smile. He shrunk the golden cudgel to three inches long and magically placed it in Chen Yi's hand.

The golden cudgel was initially somewhat unwilling, but how could it disobey its master's command? It had no choice but to obediently float on Chen Yi's palm, letting Chen Yi manipulate it.

Chen Yi held the golden cudgel with great joy, fondling it for a while before turning his head and looking directly at Sun Wukong.

Those big eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity, and she said in a clear voice, "Great Sage, this golden cudgel obeys your commands!"

It does whatever Sun Wukong tells it to do, which is quite fun.

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and said, "I, the Great Sage, am its master. If it doesn't listen to me, who else can it listen to?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi's eyes darted around, and he pressed on, "So, according to that logic, I'm now your master's teacher, so shouldn't it listen to me too?"

After saying that, he looked at Sun Wukong with anticipation.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and replied with a half-smile, "Oh? Since you've put it that way, why don't we give it a try?"

With Sun Wukong's permission, Chen Yi immediately perked up.

He stretched out a finger and gently poked the golden cudgel, then solemnly gave the order: "Hey! I say, the magic cudgel that stabilizes the sea, hurry up, bend down and take a look at your master!"

However, to everyone's surprise, the golden cudgel stood upright in place like a majestic mountain peak, showing no sign of bending.

Sun Wukong: "Cough cough..."

Upon hearing Sun Wukong's light cough, the golden cudgel, which had remained motionless, suddenly began to sway gently as if it had suffered a great injustice, seemingly complaining to Sun Wukong.

After a moment, the golden cudgel reluctantly bent down half of its shaft.

Seeing that the golden cudgel actually bent slightly, Chen Yi beamed with joy and praised, "Little Jin, you're amazing!"

Upon hearing this name, the golden cudgel trembled violently in mid-air, as if it was quite dissatisfied with the name, but it could not lash out because Sun Wukong was present, so it could only silently endure it.

"Little Jin, come dance for your master!" Chen Yi said with a grin to the golden cudgel in his hand.

As if it understood, the golden cudgel began to twist and turn a few times, but the movements appeared somewhat clumsy and comical.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. Little Jin, grow a little bigger, and then give me a back massage," Chen Yi continued to instruct.

The golden cudgel emitted a buzzing sound, then slowly grew longer and thicker, gently landing on Chen Yi's back and rhythmically tapping.

"Little Jin, move a little to the left... Oops, no, no, a little more to the left." Chen Yi kept muttering to himself, completely immersed in his interaction with the golden cudgel.

"Ah! Yes, yes, right there, a little harder, yes, yes, that feels so good..."

Chen Yi lay on the somersault cloud with an expression of pure enjoyment, leaving Sun Wukong, who was standing nearby, dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but secretly lament his fate. He should have known better than to let the golden cudgel obey the young monk's orders. Now, he was left out in the cold.

Sun Wukong shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that this little monk really knew how to order people around (or rather, how to use his staff).

But seeing the little monk's happy expression, he found it amusing. Oh well, as long as the little monk is happy, let him do whatever he wants.