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"A dark and windy night, a night for murder."

Tang Bohu looked at the two obstacles blocking his way and spoke slowly, as if he were a storyteller providing narration for his current predicament.

The streets were empty, paved with stone bricks.

Moonlight spilled across the ground, and the puddles left by yesterday's rain reflected the agate-inlaid boots.

The two people in front of them were a sharp-looking old woman and a very strange-looking man dressed like the Black and White Impermanence.

He had heard of the two men, the wife and son of the King of No Form, and wanted criminals by the imperial court. He never expected that these two people, who seemed to have nothing in common, would meet here.

"Ranked number one on the weapons list is Tang Bohu's Overlord Spear!" the sharp-tongued old woman exclaimed. "I heard you helped Tan Wenjie draw comic books and New Year pictures. Tell us where Tan Wenjie is!"

Tang Bohu shook his head and said, "Grandma, you must be mistaken."

"You're not Tang Bohu?"

"Yes."

"Then you don't know Tan Wenjie?"

"know."

"Why waste so much breath on him? Let's fight!" said the Black and White Impermanence from the side.

"Hmph, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"

The old woman raised her hands, ready to charge forward.

"Wait!" Tang Bohu shouted, raising his hand.

The old woman who had rushed forward immediately braked and stopped, watching him warily.

Tang Bohu slightly raised his chin: "There is something I must make clear first. The Tang Family Overlord Spear is currently ranked... eleventh on the weapon ranking list!"

The Black and White Impermanence lowered their voices and asked, "Why does he still look so proud?"

Tang Bohu rolled his eyes. When you realize that what's pressing down on you isn't a person but a god, you'll only feel arrogant.

"He dares to play us? Go! Kill him!"

Black and White Impermanence charged towards Tang Bohu with strange cries.

Its form is unpredictable, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. It is precisely by relying on the unique and unpredictable methods of fighting two ghosts that it has been able to defeat the enemy repeatedly and catch them off guard.

When facing the Black and White Impermanence, the opponent can only take the beating, and each counterattack will only hit the dummy.

However, when the Black and White Impermanence attacked him, Tang Bohu decisively and accurately punched the Black Impermanence in the face.

"Oh!"

The sound was solid and clear.

It hit.

Black Impermanence covered his face: "You're lucky this time, I'll transform again!"

He continued to squawk and began to shift from side to side once again.

Tang Bohu remained unmoved. When his intricate, shifting movements finally came to a stop, he threw another punch and landed precisely on Bai Wuchang's face.

"Oh!"

White Impermanence covered his face: "How did you tell the difference between the real and the fake?"

Tang Bohu pointed to the other man's feet: "Brother, you only have one pair of feet touching the ground."

"I'll do it!" The old woman rushed over, their fingers met, and a sinister, triumphant smile appeared on her face.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Suddenly, a series of dragon roars filled the air, and a fierce wind howled. Behind Tang Bohu, it seemed as if golden light from Buddha was radiating.

The scene was too flashy and the special effects were too dazzling. The old woman was so frightened that she forgot to continue exerting her strength.

After the chaotic illusions disappeared, Tang Bohu slowly pressed his hands down in front of his chest.

"call--"

He shook his head and said to the two stunned people, "I'll let you off this time, but you can't be naughty like this next time, understand?"

The two looked at each other.

"You're asking for it!" X2
Tang Bohu quickly threw a punch: "Striking an ox across a mountain!"

With a single punch, the two screamed and flew backward.

"Tch, so this is the kind of guy who dares to come looking for trouble with me?" Tang Bohu shook his head dismissively. Even if that so-called King Wuxiang appeared in front of him, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand a single move.

Just as the two got up, preparing to use their final move to turn the tide of the battle.

Tang Bohu looked behind them and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Jie, you're back?"

The two immediately turned around, only to find no one behind them.

Only a cold wind whistled by, swirling up a few leaves.

But he could hear the wind whistling, and it was getting closer and closer.

Oh no! X2
The mother and son turned around and saw that Tang Bohu's fist was already in front of them.

"Hitting a cow across the mountain—cow—cow—!" Tang Bohu's voice echoed as he punched the two men away again.

The two got up again. They had made a mistake earlier, and they were sure they wouldn't be fooled again this time.

Tang Bohu pointed behind them again: "Brother Jie, you're back again?"

They didn't even look behind them. This time, as long as the mother and son joined forces, even Tang Bohu, who was famous in the martial arts world, would be no match for them.

"Thud~" x2
Two hands were placed on their shoulders.

"Huh, a fish that slipped through the net?"

"Who is it!" The two were startled.

The difference in their strength was too great; they couldn't even sense when the other appeared behind them.

Who exactly is this person?

"Brother Jie, those two are looking for you." Tang Bohu patted his clothes. "They seem to be acquaintances of yours."

"The wife and children of the King of No Form?"

"Who are you!"

"Tan Wenjie".

……

Time flies, like a fleeting moment.

In front of a temple, Tang Bohu drank wine and chatted with others.

"How many years has it been since the Weapon Ranking was updated?"

"Yes, Tang Bohu, your Tang Family Overlord Spear has always been ranked eleventh. We also want to climb the rankings."

"We can't break through," Tang Bohu shook his head. "We'll see if you can beat me first."

"How long has it been since he last showed up? He might be dead by now."

"Yes, we all think you are the number one ranked weapon."

Tang Bohu: "Even if you die, he won't die."

Just then, a scholar carrying a book box and eating a steamed bun overheard their conversation and looked up.

"Are you Tang Bohu?"

"That's right, I am Tang Bohu." Tang Bohu's robe was slightly open, and he didn't care about the wine stains that had spilled on his body.

The scholar said, "I've seen the comic books you drew."

"Hahaha!" Tang Bohu laughed. "I painted it in my early years, but I painted it less often later."

He turned his head and glanced at the bustling temple.

"You've really met Master Tan?" the scholar asked excitedly, standing up. "You've seen his supernatural powers, his ability to subdue demons and monsters?"

Tang Bohu replied, "I know him."

Noticing that the scholar was staring at him, Tang Bohu said, "In the past, we would get together to drink every few days, then we would see each other about once a year, and later the intervals between his appearances became longer and longer."

The scholar asked, "Where is he?"

"He left and never came back."

If someone in the martial arts world suddenly disappears one day, it can only be because they have changed their name or died in a revenge killing.

If he were a deity, he might be taking a nap on some celestial mountain, and when he wakes up, a hundred years will have passed in the mortal world.

"After the great path is attained through the heart, this body was misled in my lifetime." Tang Bohu stroked his beard, shook his head, and stood up. "I wonder if the fairy sisters in heaven are pretty."

……

Tan Wenjie stretched.

It twisted its body, making a crackling sound.

Three to five days may pass in the mountains, but many years may have gone by in other worlds.

The world of the Lotus Lantern has hundreds of years of peaceful times, making it the perfect place to rest.

He first went to see his fairy fruit orchard. The variety of fairy fruit was a little inferior, but it was better than nothing. Even if his resistance to pesticides improved in the future, he could still use it to entertain his fairy friends.

While Sun Wukong may appear to be fighting against heaven and earth, he actually has countless friends.

Attacking the Heavenly Court and having a group of divine friends are not mutually exclusive.

"Should we recruit a group of fairies to look after the orchard?"

No, the cost is too high.

Moreover, one can occasionally obtain the magical treasures and powers of dragon maidens and fairies for free, which can enhance one's relationship with them.

Tan Wenjie released the many animals around him, some thundering, some raining, and then he made a hand gesture to summon a gust of wind and a wisp of mist.

Putting everything else aside, the appearance is absolutely stunning. It looks like a fairy orchard, the kind of fruit that could make an ordinary person ascend to heaven if they accidentally eat one. As for the actual product... appearance does not equal actual effect, so please refer to the actual product for the best opinion.

After turning around, Tan Wenjie went to check on his fanatical follower, Su Daji.

Now, Su Daji has completely detached herself from the mortal world of the Zhou Dynasty and has established a sect in the mountains. Tan Wenjie is enshrined in the sect, and she has even taken in several disciples.

His arrival greatly excited Su Daji.

After Tan Wenjie's friendly persuasion, Su Daji finally agreed to cancel the foot-kissing ceremony. Our Eastern deities must have dignity. It's not that he's trying to belittle them, but those Westerners are the ones who like to have their feet kissed.

Regarding Su Daji's sect development plan, Tan Wenjie offered some simple suggestions for modification. After all, she is the daughter of Su Hu, the Marquis of Jizhou. As long as she doesn't have the ambition to unify the mortal world, she can develop however she wants in the deep mountains.

"Remember, cancel the sect competitions and exams, cancel the internal competition, and stop fighting all the time. Our cultivation is about improving ourselves, not killing others."

Su Daji took a small notebook and wrote down every word Tan Wenjie said. She said that she would erect a monument before evening and inscribe his words on it, requiring each disciple to memorize the whole thing.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Oh well, as long as you're happy.

He also left the ferocious beasts, the spotted leopard, and the Bixie with Su Daji. The prehistoric continent was full of dangers. Although Tan Wenjie could travel around with the reputation of Yuanshi Tianzun, not every demon and monster was willing to give him face. It was normal to encounter a demon that he couldn't defeat.

……

As temple fair culture developed, a commercial street gradually took shape here. In addition, Tan Wenjie protected the area with his own strength and also had the ability of a god of wealth on the roadside, so many people moved here to settle down.

"Sir, would you like to take a look at this?"

When Judge Wen saw that Tan Wenjie had come, which was a rare occasion, he immediately presented him with a memorial.

"This is?"

Tan Wenjie glanced at it and found that it contained a person's birth date and time.

“In her previous life, she was your believer, and in this life she has found your temple again, but her life is full of hardships.”

"Have a heart."

Tan Wenjie nodded.

He must give special treatment to his followers; if a deity is to be fair and just, he won't only bless those who offer incense. He can simply stamp his seal and grant them a lifetime of peace and health.

He was determined to reach a higher-level world, so for the next period of time he just had to wait it out.

Thirty years from now, higher-level secret realms will be opened.

"I'll go to Heaven for a while sometime."

The Seventh Princess has become a goddess of the Desire Realm, and everyone is so familiar with her. It's not a big deal for him to go for a stroll, is it? At worst, he can pretend not to see her when she descends to earth to find Dong Yong.

And then there's Chang'e, who often eats mooncakes given to her by others, so it's quite reasonable for him to send her some gifts as well.

A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth; time can actually fly faster.

In the afternoon, Tan Wenjie lay on a rocking chair.

The freshly picked apricots are sweet with a hint of tartness.

"My lord, the Turtle Prime Minister of the East Sea is requesting an audience."

"Prime Minister Turtle? Go and invite him."

His relationship with the East Sea can only involve two people: the Fourth Princess Tingxin and Nezha.

Whose side you stand on represents your position.

An old man with a mustache and a tortoise-shell-like appearance entered, panting, and bowed, saying, "This humble immortal greets the Heavenly Venerable."

Tan Wenjie shifted his position: "Prime Minister Turtle, what brings you here in such a hurry?"

"The Dragon King is celebrating his birthday and wishes to host a banquet for the Heavenly Venerable," said the Turtle Prime Minister.

"when to go?"

"The eighth day of next month."

The Dragon Palace of the East Sea is a wonderful place, with its warehouses overflowing with treasures and an abundance of seafood.

"Tell the old Dragon King that I will definitely go then."

“And this…” Prime Minister Turtle hesitated.

Tan Wenjie asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The Turtle Prime Minister raised his head: "You're allergic to seafood."

Tan Wenjie: "Oh, right."

He almost forgot about it.

"We have magical artifacts here that can help you."

It turns out it was a gift for a baby.

Tan Wenjie smiled and said, "You're too kind. Go back and tell the Dragon King that I will definitely come."

"This humble immortal takes his leave." The Turtle Prime Minister bowed and departed.

There's a saying that it's better to resolve a feud than to let it fester. Why not bring Nezha along? If the Dragon King's dishes are mediocre and lack his prized possessions like dragon liver, he can easily overturn the table... or rather, Nezha overturns the table while he stops him, and they split the extortion money 50/50.

A 40/60 split is fine too; Nezha got a government job and isn't short of money.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed.

Looking at Tan Wenjie's expression from afar, Wenpan trembled, sensing that someone else was about to suffer misfortune.

Before long, it was the eighth day of the month. Tan Wenjie rode the water-avoiding beast to the East Sea, taking only the little zombie with him, whom he regarded as his attendant.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get a chance to meet Nezha. He was patrolling at the South Heavenly Gate, and by the time he got off work, it would almost be Chinese New Year.

The water-avoiding beast parted the water and carried Tan Wenjie into the sea.

Fish and shrimp swim together in the distance, and sharks, whales, and even dragons occasionally swim by.

Upon entering the underwater dragon palace, one finds shrimp soldiers and crab generals already lined up in formation.

"Tianzun Tan, I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner!" The Dragon King of the East Sea was already waiting outside to greet him politely.

Many of the dragon's sons and grandsons stood guard nearby, with the fourth princess, Tingxin, prominently among them.

Some of the dragon princes had never met Tan Wenjie, but they had heard many stories about him, and they all craned their necks to look at him with curiosity in their eyes.

Some of the more experienced dragons looked at the little zombie wearing a lion dance headdress.

It's a drought demon!
Surprised by the extraordinary nature of the disciples of the Antarctic Immortal, Tan Wenjie gained even greater respect.

“The Fourth Princess and I are best friends, and I also want to thank the Dragon King for giving me a set of armor before.” As Tan Wenjie spoke, the little zombie took the initiative to step forward and present a gift box.

Tan Wenjie continued, "The Dragon King has countless treasures, but I am a recluse, cultivating in the mountains. I really have nothing of value to offer. Please do not be offended by these insignificant things."

The Dragon King of the East Sea thanked him, solemnly accepted the gift box, and handed it to the Dragon Girl beside him, saying, "You flatter me, Heavenly Venerable."

Even setting aside Tan Wenjie's personal combat prowess, as a third-generation disciple of Yuqing and the leader of the three traitors in Heaven, he can be respectfully addressed as a Celestial Immortal.

Not to mention, he also had an excellent relationship with the Seventh Princess, and was even the Thunder General appointed by the Thunder God. It is said that he also had a very good relationship with Guanyin Bodhisattva of the West.

The King of Connections in the Celestial Realm.

It just so happens that what the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas lacks most is connections, so wherever they go, they can only refer to themselves as a lowly immortal or a little dragon.

He personally welcomed Tan Wenjie into the Crystal Palace and seated him in the VIP section.

A clam maiden wanted to pour wine, but a dragon maiden glared at her and she withdrew.

"Heavenly Venerable One, I will pour you wine."

The dragon girl was quite beautiful, with a pair of small deer-like dragon horns on her forehead and a few crystal-clear scales at the corners of her eyes, making her look even more adorable.

Her voice was also very sweet.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, who was in the distance, pretended not to see it. Only Tingxin glanced in this direction several times, but in the end, she held back and didn't say anything.

"Thank you." Tan Wenjie raised his hand to press down on his wine glass, declining, "but I'm allergic to seafood."

Dragon Girl: “…”

Seafood allergy? You're coming to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea?
She returned dejectedly, while some of the dragon maidens couldn't help but smirk.

After a while, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas arrived. There were not many great immortals, but quite a few lesser immortals had come, all of them earth immortals hoping to get some benefits from the Dragon Kings.

Tan Wenjie didn't see a single immortal he remembered.

After the banquet, the Fourth Princess was responsible for seeing Tan Wenjie off, and she also took a lot of things with her. In the end, Tan Wenjie didn't feel embarrassed at all, as he ate and took things.

"Ah Jie, thank you for coming today." Tingxin and he sailed together, breaking through the waves and riding the wind, leaving the East China Sea.

"Idleness is also idleness."

Why wouldn't he come if there were benefits to be had? He could take the money with him even if he couldn't finish it.

"Your seafood allergy hasn't been cured yet?"

"Nope."

Tan Wenjie's answer was very straightforward: he would take advantage of the situation, but it was absolutely impossible for him to take any concrete action.

If Chan is available, choose Chan; if not, choose Chang. Princess Tingxin's ranking is too low; she can only be used to generate gold coins.

"How's the orchard doing?"

"It's early."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Princess Tingxin finally left just before they were about to leave the East Sea area.

Tan Wenjie then opened the return gift given by the old Dragon King.

"Ouch."

There are so many good things here.

Jade, coral, pearls, and agate possess extremely high spiritual energy and are priceless.

But it has no special effects other than being valuable.

heaven.

Nantianmen.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced the sky, and the heavenly soldiers and generals on duty saw a figure wearing golden chainmail and a red brocade robe wrapped around his waist striding toward the South Heavenly Gate.

Immediately, a heavenly soldier shouted, "Oh no! Tan Wenjie has attacked the Heavenly Court again!"

The other gods and heavenly soldiers panicked.

Tan Wenjie asked in confusion, "What's going on here?"

"Heavenly Venerable One, cough cough, my men have something wrong with their brains." A heavenly general stepped forward. "What's wrong with you?"

"Report back to the Thunder Department for duty."

As the Thunder God of the Thunder Department, it is perfectly reasonable for him to return to the Heavenly Court.

"Yes, yes, please come in."

Tan Wenjie stared at the general who was speaking for a few moments. His tone sounded familiar, and he almost couldn't resist drawing his sword to strike him.

After he passed through the demon-revealing mirror and his figure disappeared into the South Heavenly Gate, the heavenly soldiers and generals breathed a sigh of relief. Then, everyone's eyes turned to the heavenly soldier who had been shouting loudly.

It's all his fault for yelling like that; he forgot he's now on Tan Wenjie's side. If anyone dares to attack Nantianmen, Tan Wenjie should be coming to help.

Tan Wenjie took a stroll around the Thunder Department, chatted with Nezha, and then asked someone to deliver a message to the Moon Palace.

In the Milky Way, Tan Wenjie meets with Chang'e.

Nezha sat to the side, looking left and right, trying to discern something from their expressions.

Never mind, he couldn't understand those things, but he just felt that the snacks Tan Wenjie brought up from the lower realm suited his taste.

On the banks of the Milky Way, Marshal Tianpeng watched this scene and couldn't help but snort.

That shameless pretty boy, he's just a little more handsome, has a little higher cultivation level, a little stronger magic weapon, a little more powerful master, and a little younger than me... Putting all that aside, we're not that different, we all have the same nose and two eyes.

If I had a pig's head, that would be one thing, but we're all human. Why is it that Tan Wenjie can make an appointment with Chang'e and get to eat mooncakes every year just because he wants to?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

sleep!

A full stomach and plenty of water can relieve all worries.

the other side.

After bidding farewell to Nezha and Chang'e, Tan Wenjie continued his journey in the celestial realm, seeking immortals and visiting friends.

Occasionally, she would return to the mortal realm for a stroll, making sure Yang Chan's favorability rating didn't drop. This wasn't just to satisfy her lustful desires, but also to resolutely kick out Liu Yanchang and his group of scholars, taking precautions against any potential trouble.

Huashan.

The argument between Erlang Shen and his wife Cunxin escalated. After another big fight, he remembered that he hadn't seen his sister Yang Chan for a while, so he flew to Mount Hua on a cloud.

Laughter could be heard before they even landed.

Then they saw Tan Wenjie and Yang Chan playing some kind of game in a peach grove, with some cards on a table.

It's Tam Man-kit again.

The feeling of the younger sister being taken away is too strong, but if this pig is Tan Wenjie, Erlang Shen feels that it doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Second Brother? What brings you here?" Yang Chan immediately stopped smiling and stood up when she saw him arrive.

“I happened to be passing by Mount Hua and thought that we hadn’t seen each other for a long time, so I came to see you.”

"Oh."

Yang Jian:"……"

Instead of becoming depressed from being alone for so long, her own sister is about to become someone else's sister.

"Brother Jie," Yang Jian greeted him, "Long time no see, thank you for coming to see Third Sister."

"Sigh, we're all family."

Yang Jian: "..." (End of Chapter)