Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 353 You monkey, you really make me... Holy crap! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
And so, the man and the monkey quickly devoured the "Golden-Winged Roc Barbecue Set Meal" on the grill, enjoying the gourd's nectar. Even the eagle-eyed Howling Celestial Dog got a piece of the bird's rear end, making it a truly delightful occasion for both host and guest.

As the number of times he drank increased, Yang Jian seemed to become somewhat drunk, or perhaps he had been alone in Meishan for too long, and finally found a creature with whom he could communicate normally, so he couldn't help but speak out some of his innermost thoughts.

For example, he split the mountain to save his mother, but ultimately failed to do so. Later, his beloved younger sister followed in her mother's footsteps, falling in love with a mortal and violating the heavenly rules.

For the safety of his sister and nephew, he had no choice but to cruelly imprison them under Mount Hua, and as a result, he was coerced by the Jade Emperor and the Heavenly Court, and did many things against his conscience.

There was also Sun Wukong from back then. He always regarded his opponent as a lifelong rival and confidant, but he could only kill him. He couldn't even have a basic fair fight, which has made him resentful for hundreds of years.

"You know what? Hiccup! In that battle back then, that monkey actually sought death."

Before the campfire, Yang Jian and Wu Xian stood arm in arm, occasionally hiccuping from alcohol, and spoke in a drunken haze.

"Because no one can kill him. I can't kill him, neither can Buddha or the Jade Emperor, except for himself."

"I've never understood why he did that. If he had just lowered his head, the Heavenly Court would have welcomed him back, making him the Victorious Fighting Buddha who could enjoy immortality and stand above millions of people."

"But he just wouldn't listen. Even if it meant his own death, he was determined to fight those old men in the heavens, just to remove that golden headband."

"Later I realized that maybe that was the only way. He had no choice, and neither did I."

"Immortality...how wonderful! All living beings yearn for it but cannot attain it, even immortals and gods are no exception. But just as that monkey said, the current Three Realms and Six Paths are ruined by four words, and perhaps sooner or later..."

At this point, Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed, as if he had touched some kind of restriction. His eyes became clear, and there was no longer any trace of drunkenness.

Wu Xian also noticed this, and with a smile, he stood up, patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and said with a laugh, "True Lord, you've sobered up."

"...I'd rather stay drunk."

Yang Jian sighed, stood up as well, and with a wave of his hand, a uniquely shaped three-pointed double-edged sword flew into his hand.

The next second, golden arcs of electricity crackled across the surface of the blade. Seeing this, the celestial hound beside it barked and ran over, transforming into countless black particles that merged into the blade, adding to its mystical aura.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and began to activate the magic power within his body to quickly digest the enormous spiritual essence obtained from the flesh and blood of the Golden-Winged Roc. Then, he raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, pointed it at Wu Xian, and said in a deep voice.

"Little monkey, thank you for the treat. In return, I will use all my strength to defeat you."

"How ruthless! Shouldn't you be asking me to let you have three moves first?"

Wu Xian smiled slightly, took the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) out of his ear, lowered the tip of the staff slightly, and got into a fighting stance.

"If it were Sun Wukong, he wouldn't have said that."

Yang Jian's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

“I know, so… I’m not him.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian disappeared from sight and reappeared in mid-air above, surrounded by golden lightning.

The three-pointed double-edged sword gleamed with a cold light as it slashed down, creating visible ripples in the air wherever the blade passed.

Seeing this, Wu Xian neither dodged nor avoided, but swept out with his golden cudgel. The two weapons collided again after more than five hundred years, bursting out with a loud clang of metal against metal, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Indeed, this one does bear some resemblance to him."

Yang Jian strained his arms, trying to overpower the monkey, but found that the monkey opposite him didn't budge. He immediately burst into hearty laughter: "Come on, come on, I've waited for so many years, let me have a good fight this time!"

"Ha! As you wish!"

Wu Xian grinned, his Ruyi Jingu Bang vibrated, deflecting the three-pointed double-edged sword. He then turned and used a set of thrusting techniques to stab at Yang Jian's face.

The endless blossoms of the staff seemed to come from all directions at the same time. The moves were connected at will and without any trace, yet they were perfectly natural, like a storm, without revealing the slightest flaw.

Faced with this fierce attack, even Yang Jian, who was somewhat prepared, was taken aback. This was because Wu Xian's staff technique, while very similar to what he remembered, had many more variations.

It seems unpredictable and elusive, like a gazelle hanging its horns, but in reality, every move has hidden variations. If one is not a seasoned veteran, it is impossible to achieve such subtlety.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's fighting spirit soared. After laughing loudly, he wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword with lightning speed, flying up and down, attacking Wu Xian's vital points. At the same time, his magical power surged, as if he wanted to suppress Wu Xian in one fell swoop.

However, the fiercer his attacks became, the more intense Wu Xian's fighting became, and he would even fight back every time, appearing to be in complete control.

Seeing this, Yang Jian gradually realized something was wrong and suspected that Wu Xian was studying his sword techniques and figuring out a way to counter them.

The thought immediately sent a chill down my spine, and I slowed down my movements as I swung the three-pointed double-edged sword, no longer daring to exert my full strength.

"Woof woof!!"

Seeing its master at a disadvantage, the Howling Celestial Dog leaped out from the three-pointed double-edged sword, then found an opening amidst the flashing blades and bit into Wu Xian's calf.

Click!
Silver teeth shattered, and the Celestial Hound let out a miserable howl, turning to run away with a whimper.

However, Wu Xian was so petty that even if a dog bites you, you have to bite back. With a forceful movement, he used his golden cudgel to knock Erlang Shen away, and then kicked the dog in the stomach.

The Celestial Hound's vision went black, and his figure transformed into a shooting star, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian was furious upon seeing this and was about to draw his sword and launch a surprise attack.

Just then, a tremendous force struck.

Yang Jian felt a slight pain in the tiger's mouth of his hands. He then saw Wu Xian's Ruyi Jingu Bang suddenly extend several times, deflecting the three-pointed double-edged sword. It then spun rapidly, and a dazzling golden-red light shone as it unleashed a sweeping attack.

A strong gust of wind swept in, and Yang Jian dared not take it head-on. He shifted and turned his body repeatedly, trying to create distance. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Xian throw the golden cudgel forward, the end landing in the snow. Wu Xian then leaped up, grabbed the other end of the golden cudgel, and with a smooth, swift chopping motion, smashed it down on Yang Jian's head.

With a clang, Yang Jian was caught off guard and could only raise his three-pointed double-edged sword to block, but was knocked back by the immense force.

Before he could even catch his breath, a strong sense of danger came from behind him. This time, he still didn't have time to react and was kicked in the waist, sending him flying. He tumbled several times before coming to a stop, almost dropping his three-pointed double-edged sword.
"Cough cough!"

A metallic, sweet taste rose in my throat, and the next second a provocative voice reached my ears.

"I didn't even use any force, and you're already unable to handle it, True Lord?"

Yang Jian looked up and saw Wu Xian looking at him with a mocking expression, then raising his hand to make a "come on and continue" gesture, which made him extremely angry.

"What an arrogant monkey! In this respect, you're quite similar to your ancestor. But don't get too cocky, this is just the beginning..."

Yang Jian smiled coldly, and then his body erupted with powerful magic, blasting the surrounding snow several feet high. He then flew into the sky, and in his hand appeared a short-handled Xuanhua axe, which was the mountain-splitting axe he had used to split the mountain to save his mother.

In the blink of an eye, the short axe swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant axe hundreds of feet in size, which cleaved down fiercely.

"Haha! You little monkey, you really amaze me..."

Before Yang Jian could finish his lines, a shadow suddenly appeared above his head.

He looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw the Ruyi Jingu Bang, magnified hundreds of times, crashing down and smashing straight toward his head.

me……

Holy shit! !
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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