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"Swordsmanship?"

Tan Wenjie picked up the sword box, looking somewhat disgusted.

He held the sword box in his left hand and opened the lid with his right.

The moment the lid was opened, a burst of sword light shot out first, and an invisible sword aura swept across a strand of hair on Tan Wenjie's forehead.

His head remained motionless, and the wind that hit his face instantly dissipated.

A sharp, piercing sword hum rang out as a flying sword instantly accelerated and stabbed towards his right eye.

The entire sword box was violently ripped open by the power contained within, and a gust of wind swept out from the center of the sword box.

The four old scallions standing nearby had their tops cut off by the sword wind, and their bodies were pushed and staggered backward. In the distance, the tree trunks, which had already been uprooted from the previous collision, had another sword mark that almost cut them in half.

They were all unwittingly affected, but the one who truly bore the brunt of it all was Tam Man-kit.

The sword stopped.

The Empty Prince held his breath and stared wide-eyed.

His sneak attack was rushed and he couldn't use his full strength, yet his sword was easily grasped by his opponent's fingertips, as if he were holding a toothpick. The difference in their strength was greater than he had imagined.

What's even more terrifying is that he can't sense his own sword; it's as if all the flying swords have betrayed him in an instant.

Tan Wenjie held the sword between two fingers, examining it with disdain, and said, "What era are we living in? Still using sword control techniques? Is it really that fun to just shoot it around like that?"

If it's so boring, please give it back to me!
Empty Prince: "Cough cough cough."

"Hey, don't you know to keep your distance when you cough? It's contagious through droplets." Tan Wenjie stepped back in disgust, keeping his distance from the sickly man. He didn't say anything to him and turned to find the other two people.

Empty Prince: "..."

If it weren't for the vast difference in their strength, he would have definitely turned on them on the spot and shown them the power of the Kidney Deficiency Prince.

"Are you scared?" asked the elderly woman scattering flowers nearby.

Empty Prince retorted angrily, "Shut up!"

"You must be scared, otherwise you wouldn't have paid protection money."

"I told you to shut up, shut up, cough cough cough."

While they were arguing, Tan Wenjie had already arrived at the pile of Tiancanjiao and Wuxingquan.

The two were not in good condition. Tiancanjiao was still okay, his deformed foot was now swollen like a pig's head, but Wuxingquan kept vomiting blood, and occasionally he would vomit some bits and pieces that looked like internal organs.

Tan Wenjie bent down and asked, "Can you still speak?"

"Brother Jie, they seem to be seriously injured." Xuanzang leaned closer.

"Come over here and move him away, I'll save him."

"I?"

"Of course, what if my clothes get dirty?"

"Oh."

Xuanzang jogged over to pull away the crippled leg that was pressing down on the Five Elements Fist. As he passed by Tan Wenjie, he glanced at him and was astonished to find that Tan Wenjie had single-handedly taken down the pig demon without even a speck of dust on his clothes.

"Brother Jie is going to save you, don't worry, Brother Jie is very capable." Xuanzang had long been a die-hard fan of Tan Wenjie.

From the fish demon to the pig demon, and even his master's evaluation, it all shows that he is a top-notch demon hunter. Although Tan Wenjie always boasts that he is a young man who can live forever with just one bite, Xuanzang knows that he is just joking.

Xuanzang circled the crippled foot, trying to find a convenient spot to grab it. Finally, his gaze settled on the deformed little foot that looked perfect for grabbing. He raised his hand, lifted it up, and gently pulled it upwards.

I just reached out and grabbed it.

Tian Canjiao screamed in agony: "Ahhh—!"

"Sorry! Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Xuanzang quickly let go, and the Heavenly Crippled Kick that had just been lifted slammed into the Five Elements Fist's body.

"Ah!" X2
This time, both of them screamed in pain at the same time.

"I'm sorry." Xuanzang apologized sincerely again, and as he was about to get up and step over it, he accidentally stepped on that deformed little foot.

"what!!"

"I was planning to go this way, but it's all because of your meddling."

"I'll tell you everything!" Old Man Tiancanjiao cried, turning to Tan Wenjie and pleading, "I'll give you the secret manual of Tiancanjiao right now, please spare me."

He had previously thought that the seemingly honest Xuanzang was easy to fool, but he never expected that Xuanzang was the most ruthless one here. It is true that you can't judge a book by its cover. After wandering the world for so many years, he still made the mistake of judging people by their appearance.

If you continue to ask the other party for "help," you might very well die on the way.

"Xuanzang, well done." Tan Wenjie walked over and patted Xuanzang on the shoulder. "With your ruthlessness, you'll succeed at anything."

Tan Wenjie was worried about what to do if he couldn't get the secret manual, since there were many onlookers and if he went too far, it might affect his image. Xuanzang's secret underhanded move perfectly solved the problem.

I underestimated him; he truly is a monk.

Xuanzang was eager to explain: "Brother Jie, I..."

Tan Wenjie said, "I just can't bring myself to directly target someone that old. I was having a headache about what to do. You've really been a great help."

Xuanzang: "Brother Jie, I'm not..."

Tan Wenjie: "You don't need to be modest. From now on, when the two of us go out to rob and plunder, I'll be in charge of beating people up, and you'll be in charge of robbing them. We'll split the profits 50/50."

"Brother Jie, I really didn't." Xuanzang was on the verge of tears. He was just a little clumsy and never intended to hurt anyone.

No one present believed in themselves.

"I believe you!"

The sound that came to my ears was like heavenly music.

"Miss Duan?" Xuanzang looked at Miss Duan with expectant eyes, his eyes glistening with tears of grievance.

“I believe you,” Miss Duan said again.

Tan Wenjie, who had already walked up to Tiancanjiao, muttered, "Stinky and disgusting!"

He hates the idea of ​​being in a romantic relationship the most, and he hates even more that the person in the relationship isn't him, so he chooses to ignore it.

"I'm willing to give you the cultivation manual of the Heavenly Crippled Foot," the Heavenly Crippled Foot said hastily, looking at Tan Wenjie squatting in front of him. "However, I'm seriously injured right now. What... what are you doing? Ah!!"

The fist, the size of a sandbag, rapidly magnified in Tiancanjiao's vision.

Bang!
The Empty Young Master, who was arguing with his four old scallions, stopped and was glad that he knew when to back down, otherwise he would be the one getting a beating right now.

Xuanzang and his companion, their heads close together as if inseparable, turned around at the sound.

Half-dead from a blow by Tan Wenjie, the pig demon, who had just woken up in a daze, heard the familiar sound of pigs being slaughtered. He secretly opened one eye, then immediately chose to continue playing dead.

Five Elements Fist, still coughing up blood as he lay on the ground, stared wide-eyed. "I surrendered and admitted defeat, yet I still have to suffer such cruel torture. My life is over!"

"Bang bang bang!" Tan Wenjie grabbed Tian Canjiao by the collar, lifted him up, and smashed him back and forth like a broken sack.

After smashing for a while, he seemed to feel unsatisfied, so he threw the person on the ground and rushed over to stomp on them.

"Ha!" He took four or five steps back, ran up, and then jumped, kicking Tian Canjiao.

The man who had been begging for mercy just moments before was now lying motionless on the ground.

"Why isn't it moving?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled. "That shouldn't be the case."

"Is he dead?" Xuanzang asked cautiously.

With such force, the chances of the other person surviving are extremely slim.

"Impossible!" Tan Wenjie immediately shook his head. He looked down and observed for a while before suddenly realizing, "Oh, I didn't use enough force just now, and his heart stopped beating. I was really stupid. How could he wake up if his heart wasn't beating?"

Everyone: "..."

Is it possible that if your heart stops beating, you're dead?

Tan Wenjie jumped up again, landing his feet on Tian Canjiao's chest, then stepped back and watched quietly.

"Uh—" Tian Canjiao suddenly sat up and took a deep breath.

He grabbed at his body with both hands, and finally burst into laughter.

"I'm all better, I'm completely healed, I'm totally cured! Even my stiff neck is gone, hahaha."

Everyone remained silent as they watched Tian Canjiao's deformed little foot swaying.

"It seems to be really healed?" Xuanzang noticed the difference immediately. His deformed foot, which had been swollen like a bun, had actually returned to normal.

The Empty Prince also noticed that the aura on the Heavenly Crippled Foot had become stable.

Tan Wenjie beckoned: "Come here and copy down the secret recipe for the Heavenly Crippled Kick."

"Yes!" Tian Canjiao showed no reluctance and hopped over to Tan Wenjie's side with his limp.

After carefully copying it down, he respectfully presented it to Tan Wenjie.

Injuring or even killing someone is not a skill, but healing someone's injuries or illnesses while chatting and laughing is a completely different story.

The gap between the two sides cannot be bridged by numbers.

Tan Wenjie flipped through the manual: "Does learning this move require a leg disability?"

Fortunately, I can directly gain experience. The hardest part is making my legs disabled.

Cultivation is cultivation, and enduring hardship is enduring hardship. He has cultivated all the way to his current level, and he did not rely on hard work and perseverance.

Tian Canjiao and the others only saw Tan Wenjie's expression falter for a moment, then he took the small knife that the golden cudgel had turned into and gently stabbed his calf.

"This..." Tian Canjiao really wanted to tell Tan Wenjie that this method was impossible to learn.

He just accidentally cut himself while shaving his legs. If this could turn him into a crippled leg, he'd eat a pound of it immediately...

Gain experience, gain experience, fill up!

You have successfully mastered the "Heavenly Crippled Kick" technique; your leg technique damage has increased by 3.

Tan Wenjie raised his right foot, and his right leg instantly grew larger, crashing to the ground like a small mountain.

"Gulp." Tian Canjiao swallowed hard.

They actually mastered it.

Wait a minute, I don't think I said anything about eating a pound of something when I made the vow in my heart, right? Actually, I meant to say I would eat a pound of beef.

"So-so!" Tan Wenjie complained. His legs were clumsy and uncoordinated. He could bully those weaker than himself, but when he encountered an evenly matched opponent, his long legs became a magnified weakness.

Tiancanjiao: "..."

I feel wronged, but I dare not say it.

"Cough cough, help...help..." Wu Xingquan raised his right hand. The people over there were chatting happily, but he was about to die.

Is there any kind soul who sees me about to die and comes over to kick me?

When his consciousness was blurred during the Five Elements Fist, he suddenly felt a burning pain on his cheek, followed by a bone-chilling comfort.

My body feels light, and my injuries are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving me with a tingling, itchy feeling.

"woke up?"

Upon opening his eyes and seeing someone punching and kicking him, Wu Xingquan was moved to tears.

I've finally gotten my chance.

"You, you... hiss—"

Why is there no pleasant sensation like the one described by the crippled foot, only a burning pain?

Wu Xingquan quickly figured out the reason: since the other party was offering to heal his injuries, he would offend them if he didn't exaggerate his actions.

"Hahaha, so comfortable, ahhh—why are you all looking at me like that?" Five Elements Fist asked, puzzled.

They looked at themselves with somewhat strange expressions.

Tan Wenjie said seriously, "You seemed to be having a good time just now, but you accidentally used the Faceless Kick."

Five Elements Fist: "The Face-Distorting Kick, what is that?"

Tan Wenjie produced a mirror in his hand and slowly pointed it at Wu Xingquan's face.

Five Elements Fist: "Who is this pig-headed guy?!"

He turned and looked around at everyone, then asked in an incredulous tone, "Is this pig-headed guy me?"

"It's okay, I also know a move called 'Restore My Beauty Fist,' it just hurts a little." "No, no need."

He suddenly realized that even if he was seriously injured, it didn't seem to matter. As long as he didn't die, he could slowly recover, which was better than being beaten to death by Tan Wenjie.

"Come on, give it a try!"

"Ahhh!"

After a flurry of punches and kicks, Wu Xing Quan, as if with a beauty filter applied, touched his face in the mirror and grabbed Xuanzang.

"Hey kid, do I look better now?"

Xuanzang nodded: "That's right, it looks exactly the same as before, but it feels much better."

Who says demon hunters don't care about their appearance? In the past, when they had no choice, they forced themselves to focus on their inner qualities. Now that they can look good, they also want to use their looks to bully demons.

Even demons know how to transform into handsome men to deceive ordinary people.

"Tell me exactly what makes it better." Wu Xingquan pressed down on Xuanzang, wishing he could write a ten-thousand-word sycophantic essay on the spot.

Tan Wenjie was also satisfied with his boxing skills.

If you don't want to be an immortal in the future, you can open a beauty hospital.

I felt someone gently tugging at my sleeve.

"Young Master Tan, Mr. Tan~"

Tan Wenjie turned to look at the shy Miss Duan and asked in confusion, "Is something the matter?"

"Can you give me a few punches, like the ones I just got?" She pointed to her face. "I'm not happy with several parts of myself."

"sure."

"Thank you so much!"

When Xuanzang finally broke free from the Five Elements Fist and regained his freedom, he saw Tan Wenjie pressing down on Miss Duan's head and punching her in the face.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Miss Duan got up and looked in the mirror. "This place feels a little off, and this cheekbone area too."

"We might need to use a bit more force."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

The pain is nothing compared to the beauty; she can endure it as long as it doesn't cost her her life.

"Bang—Crack!"

"what--!"

Xuanzang: "..."

Am I the only normal person present?

After subduing Zhu Ganglie, the three exorcists immediately took their leave, having never even heard of the demon king Sun Wukong.

"I forgot to close my window, so I'll go first."

"Going out to catch demons late at night would be bad if it disturbed the villagers, so I'm going home now."

The Heavenly Crippled Kick and the Five Elements Fist took their leave one after the other.

"Waaaaah, I suddenly miss my mom so much... cough cough... Mr. Tan, do you still need the flying sword?" The shameless Empty Prince decided to imitate the two of them.

Tan Wenjie said, "Mine."

Empty Prince: "..."

I knew it was hopeless, but thankfully I was just asking politely.

"Goodbye!" he whispered to the four old scallions, "Hurry up and run!"

After a puff of smoke, only Tan Wenjie, Xuanzang, Miss Duan, and Zhu Ganglie, who was pretending to be unconscious, remained at the scene.

"Brother Jie, what should we do next?"

"Let's go to Wuzhi Mountain to find Sun Wukong." Tan Wenjie paused, then asked, "What do you mean by 'we'? I didn't say I'd take you with me."

He suddenly looked at Miss Duan, who was admiring herself in the mirror.

"Are you going too?"

"together."

……

Legend has it that five hundred years ago there was a very arrogant monkey who, wielding two watermelon knives, fought his way from the South Heavenly Gate all the way to Penglai East Road without even blinking.

Later, a passing monk couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him down. That place was named Five Finger Mountain, and the monkey was none other than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.

Early morning at the steamed bun shop.

Tan Wenjie unfolded a map, poked his finger on it, and turned to Xuanzang, asking, "The map you bought?"

“Yes, I bought it.” Xuanzang nodded. “This map is amazing. It only takes 18 days to get to Wuzhi Mountain.”

"It is indeed 18 days."

The map is a magical artifact that can estimate the travel time based on approximate speed; it's like a cultivation-themed mobile navigation app.

"But I have a question."

"Brother Jie, please speak."

Why don't we just fly there?

Xuanzang: Σ(￣д￣；)！

"You can fly there? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't even ask me."

Xuanzang grabbed the map and suddenly stood up.

Miss Duan subconsciously stood up as well: "What are you going to do?"

Xuanzang shouted as he ran, "Go return the goods!"

The "sold-out, no-refund, no-exchange" policy is not a new concept from the 21st century. When several muscular men with bare chests surrounded Xuanzang, the outcome was already predetermined.

Unexpectedly, Xuanzang was able to return the goods successfully in the end.

Miss Duan was a force to be reckoned with, beating several muscular men so badly they turned pigeon-toed and cried for their mothers.

Xuanzang, his face bruised and swollen, silently held the returned money, as well as the medical expenses and compensation "voluntarily" paid by the seller.

"You shouldn't have used violence." Xuanzang, unable to bear it any longer, decided to reason with Miss Duan.

"I helped you."

"But we should reason with each other."

"They were hitting you!"

The two argued, but Tan Wenjie ate his steamed buns slowly and methodically.

He had no intention of getting involved in the conflict between the two parties, but he always believed that Miss Duan was definitely not simple and was not an ordinary demon hunter.

However, there is a crucial clue, and by referring to other Journey to the West worlds, we can make a reasonable guess.

A deity once gave Tang Sanzang a golden headband to subdue Sun Wukong. In the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head is actually Miss Duan's magic weapon.

Then all of this becomes interesting, as she ultimately transforms Xuanzang's flying ring into a golden headband.

Guanyin Bodhisattva?

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Miss Duan noticed Tan Wenjie's gaze and unceremoniously turned the tables on him.

"It's time to go."

Tan Wenjie grabbed Miss Duan with one hand and carried Xuanzang with the other, and they soared into the sky.

"Ahhh—" Xuanzang screamed in fright.

"Hahaha!" Tan Wenjie shouted, feeling the wind, "We need to speed up!"

A giant Buddha statue lies on its side amidst the mountains.

The clouds were suddenly torn open, and with a scream of "Ahhh—", the figure plummeted rapidly, only to stop abruptly just before reaching the ground.

Xuanzang kept his eyes tightly closed. He vowed that even if he traveled far away in the future, he would stay grounded and would never fly around in the sky again. He had flown enough in this life.

The expected collision did not occur. He slowly opened his eyes and found that the ground was only a palm's width away from the tip of his nose.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the hand that was gripping my ankle suddenly let go.

"Oh!"

Xuanzang crashed to the ground and took a big bite of dirt.

He got up from the ground.

"Bah bah bah."

Just as I was about to complain to Tan Wenjie, I saw that he had already walked towards a lotus flower in front of me.

"The legendary Monkey King, Sun Wukong, is trapped under here." Tan Wenjie pointed to the lotus flower. "The lotus flower was used by Buddha to suppress Sun Wukong. If it is accidentally plucked, Sun Wukong will appear."

"Hey, you up there, what are you talking about?" A voice came from the cave below the lotus flower. "You must be hallucinating from reading a novel. I've never heard of this story before."

"Mr. Sun?" Tan Wenjie parted the lotus flowers and peered down.

"That is indeed me. May I ask how you should address me?"

"My surname is Tan. I am the reincarnation of a sage. Eating my flesh will grant you immortality."

Wow, Mr. Tan, it's an honor to meet you!

“Mr. Sun, can I discuss something with you?” Tan Wenjie said. “I want to release you, and then we’ll have a fight. The winner lives, the loser dies.”

"This is our first time meeting, it wouldn't be good to start fighting," Sun Wukong said hesitantly from inside the cave.

Click!

Tan Wenjie acted decisively and snapped the lotus flower in two.

"Hahaha, I'm out!" a shrill voice laughed from inside the cave.

A ball of flame burst out of the cave and shot into the sky.

Tan Wenjie shaded his eyes with his right hand and looked up into the distance.

"Brother Jie, did you really release Sun Wukong?" Xuanzang asked in a trembling voice, having just spat out the dirt from his mouth.

"Yes, it's spectacular, isn't it?"

No one knows how powerful this monkey is, but it must be wild and untamed, the most ferocious and evil of all the monkeys in the heavens, with a thick layer of sins and blood debts on its body.

He casually smashed the Buddha statue, and the fireball plummeted downwards, transforming into a meteor that crashed straight to the ground.

The impact caused ripples on the ground, much like ripples on water.

Xuanzang, who was standing on the ground, was thrown away without warning. Fortunately, Miss Duan was not far away and caught him in time.

He wore a suit of armor, with four banners on his back bearing the words "Qi", "Tian", "Da", and "Sheng".

It was rather short in stature, and looked exactly like a monkey dressed in human clothes, with sharp teeth and a body covered in messy black fur.

"Kid, you're the one who wants a one-on-one fight to the death with me?"

The monkey looked Tan Wenjie up and down.

"Smooth skin and tender meat, I haven't had this in a long time."

Tan Wenjie: "It's cute, I want to raise one."

With a flick of his wrist, a golden hoop appeared in his hand.

He beckoned: "Come here, come to Daddy!"

"Hmph, hmph, hahaha." The monkey threw its head back and laughed loudly, then abruptly stopped, its teeth grinding together. "You're asking for it!"

"Hahaha, Sun Wukong has indeed been born." An untimely voice rang out.

The Five Elements Fist and the Heavenly Crippled Kick arrived, and they immediately began mocking each other: "Where is Sun Wukong? Hmm, could that black-haired rat be him?" (End of Chapter)