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In a vast, endless world of black shadows, Silly Girl Number Nine, dressed in a silver leather skirt, stands side by side with Tan Wenjie.

Just recently, Silly Girl Nine completed its final connection with the host and successfully "evolved," but that's all that matters.

Evolution, aside from granting her higher computing power, did not endow Silly Girl No. 9 with the emotions she longed for.

"I really don't understand why you robots always want to become human." Tan Wenjie shook his head. "Cultivation requires severing emotions and love. What a great talent! Many people have gone through several tribulations in the mortal world, but they are still stuck on the emotional barrier. You can pass through it directly."

"And you, have you abandoned love and affection?" Silly Girl Number Nine asked.

"Me? My master is the Antarctic Immortal, and my brother is the God of Justice. Why should I be heartless and devoid of love?"

The rules are meant to restrict ordinary cultivators; they belong to a privileged class.

If you can't have special privileges, why bother trying to become a high and mighty deity? And why are there different ranks of deities anyway?

Silly Girl No. 9: "I want to experience everything that Silly Girl experiences."

"My method may not necessarily succeed."

"I'm willing to give it a try."

"It might hurt a lot."

"I'm not afraid, because I'm determined to achieve my goal."

Tan Wenjie took a deep breath and said earnestly, "You have goals and a thirst for knowledge. You are not far from becoming a true living being. I believe you will succeed."

Just as Silly Girl Number Nine nodded, he added, "How about we sign a contract first? Those gods are hard to get an appointment with."

Silly Girl No. 9: "Okay, but I have a feeling you might be using some shameful means to deceive me."

"I am a deity, I'm not lying."

Since artificial intelligence was unable to detect Tan Wenjie's lie, Silly Girl No. 9 had no choice but to accept this explanation.

"What are you planning to do here?" the silly girl asked.

It was pitch black here, and apart from living conditions similar to those on Earth, there was absolutely no sign of life.

Tan Wenjie tilted his head slightly and said with a hint of longing, "Let's create a world."

"world?"

"That's why we need you now."

"What should I do?"

"We need to create a large number of silly robot girls, and now we need to clear the land."

He went to great lengths to bring Silly Girl No. 9 over, all for the sake of that intelligent robot production line. Even if Tan Wenjie himself possessed extraordinary abilities, he could not create a perfect living community.

Silly Girl No. 9, who has been collecting data up to 2060, can easily complete this task.

“But there’s no sunlight here,” said Silly Girl Number Nine. “I can’t use high-performance mode.”

"I happen to have a sun."

The lotus tree bloomed behind Tan Wenjie, and a huge lotus flower that had been brewing for a long time finally blossomed.

Silly Girl No. 9: "High levels of solar radiation detected!"

The giant lotus flower exploded with a "boom," and a burly figure dressed in a bright red robe flew in like a cannonball, bringing with him a gust of scorching hot air that made it hard to breathe.

Its body surface emits a dazzling light, like a walking sun.

When it landed next to Tan Wenjie, it quickly adjusted its brightness, becoming as soft and non-glaring as a nightlight.

Its image is also fully revealed, with a red-robed judge-like appearance, thick eyebrows, angry eyes, and a burly physique, even more robust than the bull-headed Yin soldiers, and its feet make a series of loud thuds when it walks.

This is a hero unit hatched from the corpse of General Zod, the essence of elite souls, and the golden wheel of the sun given by Little Golden Crow.

Judge (Ghost General)

Life: 150000/150000
Mana: 150/150
Physical strength: 150000/150000
Talent 1: Steel Body (able to withstand extremely strong impacts)
Talent 2: Immense Strength (able to lift extremely heavy objects)
Talent 3: Yellow Sun (Absorbing solar energy can enhance one's basic attributes)
Talent 4: Super Perception (Able to perceive things at extremely long distances)

Talent 5: Doomsday Spores (The body absorbs surrounding life as its own nourishment. If it is destroyed, it will parasitize others, gradually devouring the host until it is resurrected.)
Talent 6: Regeneration (Absorbs energy to regenerate quickly, health recovery speed +100%)

Talent 7: Ghost General (Strength increased by 1% when surrounded by ghost soldiers)

Talent 8: Ghost Catcher (Innately possesses an oppressive power over souls)

Talent 9: Golden Wheel of the Sun (Continuously releases sunlight and high temperature within its range without cost)

Skill 1: Heat Ray
Skill 2: Frozen Breath

equipment:-
magic weapon:-
"Is that all?" Tan Wenjie asked with some regret.

Although 150,000 is already a high level, and with various talents enough to be among the top experts in the Three Realms, it is still far from enough to help me in the war.

They can still only be used as basic-level military units.

"Go ahead," Tan Wenjie waved his hand.

The judge flew into the sky, a golden sun wheel rapidly condensing behind him. His body suddenly contracted and merged with the wheel, eventually transforming into a red sun hanging in the sky.

The once pitch-black sky was now shrouded in a rosy glow, like that of dusk.

Even Tan Wenjie and Silly Girl No. 9's bodies were covered with a layer of blood-red gauze.

“I can feel the sunlight, ah… I’m full,” said Silly Girl Number Nine. “Now I can work.”

Tan Wenjie: "..."

His tone was a little cute, which he wasn't used to.

"Switch to cold mode."

"Switching to cold mode."

As expected, it's still an emotionless intelligent robot.

After becoming a hands-off manager, Tan Wenjie found the Taoist priests who guarded the furnace.

Numerous alchemical furnaces were being used simultaneously, resulting in extremely high temperatures and a pervasive aroma of elixirs.

But no monster dared to steal the treasure, for everyone knew that Tan Wenjie was petty and also held the Book of Life and Death in his hands.

Those who need to consume elixirs to achieve immortality still have their names on the Book of Life and Death. If they accidentally anger Tan Wenjie, their names will be crossed out, and they will die.

Those whose names are no longer on the Book of Life and Death have no need to fight over the elixir and make enemies.

"Emperor!"

The Taoists quickly rose and bowed.

"How is the refining of the Golden Elixir going?" Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gestured for them not to be formal.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the first batch of Golden Elixirs has been successfully refined."

One gourd after another was handed to Tan Wenjie. He opened one and sniffed it lightly.

It smelled delicious, but it was still quite different from what we ate at the Tushita Palace.

“Not bad.” Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction. “Don’t worry, the pilgrims have already set off. Once they cross the Flaming Mountains, I will go to the Heavenly Court to ask for a pardon for you. Maybe you can return to the Tushita Palace.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Tan Wenjie then asked, "By the way, do you know how to bring life back to something that has no life?"

“This…” one of them hesitated, “Your Majesty, are you talking about transforming into a monster? I’ve heard that there are plants and trees in the world that become spirits, and even combs, stone carvings and other things that can take the form of monsters.”

Another asked, "Does it have a soul?"

"It has no soul or spirit, but it possesses some intelligence."

"This……"

Just as the Taoists guarding the furnace were frowning and not knowing what to do, one of them said, "Your Majesty, I have a method that can refine it into a magic weapon."

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

“It can be refined into a magical artifact that can be imbued with spiritual wisdom, and then sent to be reincarnated. For example, your friend, the Third Prince Nezha, was originally a precious pearl.”

"Hmm." Tan Wenjie rubbed his chin. "It's possible, but the cost is too high. If we had a source of fire, we could just touch it and come back to life on the spot."

The system update is not yet complete, and finding a specific world in the boundless universe is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

It's simpler to refine it into a magic weapon; a magic weapon phone is also a magic weapon.

After finalizing the plan, Tan Wenjie took out his Justice Armor and handed it to the furnace-guarding Daoists, asking them to modify this armor, which incorporated advanced cosmic civilization.

Only a battlesuit devoid of emotion, possessing only the purest auxiliary functions and powerful computing capabilities, is suitable for him. The "Little Rubber Wife" playstyle is only suitable for Lu Xiaoqian; aside from not wearing it, he can't find any other advantages of the Rubber Wife.

With the Justice Armor working diligently, the Furnace Keeper can quickly accumulate relevant experience. When they finish modifying the Justice Armor and deal with Silly Girl No. 9, they might be able to leave a backdoor without anyone noticing.

With a gourd full of medicinal pills hanging from his waist, Tan Wenjie rode away on a water-avoiding beast.

He remembered that the mooncakes he had given to Pigsy had been spiked, so he decided to go to heaven to find the Jade Rabbit and cause her trouble.

But unexpectedly, as soon as they flew to the South Heavenly Gate, they were spotted by Nezha, who was on patrol.

"Brother Jie, I just saw Second Brother and Seventh Princess rushing back. He said he was going with you. Where did you go without me?"

"Sigh." Tan Wenjie sighed, "It's such a shame you didn't go, that place is so much fun."

"what!"

Nezha couldn't stand that sound.

"My second brother said he's busy, please tell me quickly."

"Well, cough cough, my throat is a bit dry, so I'm not in a good position to tell stories."

"I still have the celestial wine I obtained from the Seventh Princess."

"Drink it dry?"

"Emperor Gouchen previously sent a lot of delicious food."

Tan Wenjie looked at Nezha with satisfaction: "I originally had other important matters to attend to, but I have a brother in my heart, so I'll spend time with Brother Nezha first!"

"Haha, Brother Jie is so good to me."

The two people, one tall and one short, left happily, leaving the Four Heavenly Kings looking at each other in bewilderment.

"They went drinking again?"

"Gudong-"

"Don't swallow your saliva, I'm craving it too."

"I had a cup of this last time..."

"Alas!" X4
His desire to abandon his post grew stronger. But since Yang Jian was his fellow disciple, he dared not show favoritism; the God of Justice had three eyes.

After a few rounds of drinks, Tan Wenjie shook his head a couple of times to dispel the smell of alcohol.

"It's better to be a god. Drinking with Nezha once is worth more than decades or hundreds of years of hard cultivation for a mortal."

Although he was a bit stingy, he still took out a pot of pills and handed it to the drunk Nezha.

"It's a local specialty from my hometown, we eat it like candy."

"Hehe, thanks, Brother Jie."

When Tan Wenjie returned to Nantianmen, he saw a monk with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth flying towards him.

"Senior brother!" The monkey landed, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "It's been several years since we last met."

"several years?"

He and Sun Wukong were only separated for a few days.

Looking at the monkey again, its face was weathered and it had become even more cunning than before.

The heavenly soldiers and generals standing guard in front of the South Heavenly Gate all kept their eyes down, pretending not to hear anything.

Is Tan Dijun the senior brother of the Monkey King?
Didn’t hear it!
There are some things they can't know, but the heavenly soldiers and generals have already figured it out in their minds. They were wondering who could teach such a powerful deity as Sun Wukong, but now... the case is solved.

From Tan Wenjie and Yang Jian to Nezha and Sun Wukong, it turns out they all came from the same school.

Is your graduation project about "Havoc in Heaven"?
Tan Wenjie asked, "Wukong, what's going on?"

He couldn't figure out which tribulation Sun Wukong had reached. If he hadn't completed all eighty-one tribulations, he might have to shamelessly pretend not to know him, go down to fight Sun Wukong, and pretend to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh.

"Oh dear!" Sun Wukong slapped his thigh. "We were escorting our master westward when we happened to pass through a place called Wuji Kingdom..."

Upon hearing that it was Wuji Kingdom, Tan Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief.

We've only gone halfway through the eighty-one tribulations, so I shouldn't need to change clothes and appearances every time I go to capture Tang Sanzang.

Sun Wukong gave a long rant about his experience in Wuji Kingdom, saying that Manjushri Bodhisattva descended to earth to test the king, but unexpectedly the king pushed him into the water and soaked him for three days. So he arranged for the Lion Demon to descend to earth and make the king soak in the water for three years.

“They’re all so petty.” Tan Wenjie didn’t seem surprised at all.

Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly, "Absolutely right, absolutely right!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals at the South Heavenly Gate: "..."

Is this something I can hear?

I want to cover my ears, but I'm afraid that if I make too big a movement, people will think I'm eavesdropping. But if I don't cover my ears, I'm sure they heard me.

They just wanted to honestly guard the gate.

Being a minor deity is really difficult.

"I plan to go to the Tushita Palace to borrow a pill from Laozi to revive the king," Sun Wukong suggested. "Brother, why don't you come with me?"

He was worried that he didn't have enough face.

"Isn't it just about bringing someone back to life?" Tan Wenjie shook his head. "Wukong, have you forgotten who I am?"

“You are…” Sun Wukong slapped his thigh, “Yes, all the souls in the world are under your control, and the Book of Life and Death is still in your hands, so why go to the Tushita Palace?”

He pulled Tan Wenjie and walked outside.

"Wait a minute, I still need to go to the Moon Palace."

And so, Tan Wenjie was dragged by Sun Wukong to Wuji Kingdom.

Before even landing, Tan Wenjie saw Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and others. At that moment, Tang Sanzang was still chatting with someone.

Tang Sanzang: "Eat my flesh, and you will live forever..."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

With this series of actions, there's a high probability that they won't be eaten.

Nobody would eat a crazy monk.

"Emperor Tan".

When Tang Sanzang saw Tan Wenjie, he immediately stood up and bowed.

"Good apprentice."

Tan Wenjie smiled and nodded, leaving Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing bewildered.

What happened? In the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie became their grandmaster?
Sha Wujing was also an old acquaintance, having met Tan Wenjie in heaven when he was the Curtain-Raising General. Seeing Tan Wenjie now, he sighed with emotion, lamenting the impermanence of life.

Back then, Jin Chanzi had told him and Marshal Tianpeng that they were destined to be master and disciple.

He just listened casually, who would have thought that he would actually become the other party's apprentice.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Sha Wujing bowed.

"Has the monster been subdued?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Sha Wujing shook his head: "No, we only found the king's body. The fake king is still in Wuji Kingdom."

With a flick of his wrist, Tan Wenjie produced a copy of the "Book of Life and Death," which flipped through automatically. After stopping at a certain page, he gently wiped and corrected it with his finger before closing the book.

"okay."

"Is that all right?"

"His lifespan had not ended; he was merely a return of his soul."

No sooner had Tan Wenjie finished speaking than the ghost messengers flew over, carrying the soul of the King of Wuji Kingdom.

"You've helped us a lot. If you ever need anything in the future, just let us know," Sun Wukong said.

"I wouldn't say I'm extremely busy, but I'd like to ask a question." Tan Wenjie looked at Sha Wujing.

"What's the problem?" asked Sha Wujing, who felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Sha Wujing, what's your name?" (End of Chapter)