I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 1112 Senior Brother is Right

Suddenly, a large group of monsters emerged from the mountain gate, including leopard spirits, wolf spirits, and python spirits, numbering twenty or thirty in total, each carrying a weapon.

They were drinking and playing drinking games inside when they heard a loud commotion outside the mountain gate and ran out to see what was going on. As soon as they came out, they saw that the second-in-command's nose was bleeding, and they all froze on the spot.

Yingyang leaned against the stone pillar, covering his nose with his hand. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. He looked down at the blood in his palm, then looked up. His amber pupils shrank to slits from the nosebleed, and those slits were fixed on Zhu Bajie.

He moved his hand away, wiped the blood from his lips, and gripped the Wind Chaser Gun tightly again. The wind blades spinning on the tip of the gun were twice as big as before, and they were spinning so fast that they emitted a sharp whistling sound.

You've annoyed me.

Before Pigsy could answer, Eagle Yang was launched off the stone pillar.

The speed of this shot was on a completely different level from before. The naked eye could not even catch the trajectory of the spear tip; all that could be seen was a beam of cyan light shooting straight toward Pigsy's chest.

Pigsy instinctively tried to block with his rake, but the spear tip struck the rake handle with such force that the rake almost flew out of his hand.

A gash appeared in the tiger's mouth instantly, and blood flowed down the rake handle.

His arms went numb, and before he could grip them again, Yingyang's second shot arrived—this time a sweeping strike, the shaft hitting Zhu Bajie's ribs and sending him flying.

He flipped in mid-air, crashed onto the steps, and landed on his back, breaking several bluestone steps before coming to a stop.

My mouth was filled with the taste of blood, and the pain in my ribs felt like a dull knife sawing back and forth in my flesh.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself with the rake, but as soon as he put his arm to work, Yingyang's foot stepped on his chest, stomping him back into the pile of rubble.

"That's it?" Yingyang looked down at him, grinding his shoe sole against Zhu Bajie's chest. "You traveled for two days and crossed several mountains just to get beaten up? Are you out of your mind, you pig demon?" The surrounding demons burst into laughter.

Pigsy raised his head from the pile of rubble, grinned, his mouth full of blood, which was stuck to his teeth and dripped down the corners of his mouth onto Eagle's shoes.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Ying Yang's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

He raised his foot, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Pigsy, but the moment he raised his foot, Pigsy's body suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Instead of standing up, he landed on his back and pushed off with both legs, landing solidly between Yingyang's legs.

This kick used up the last bit of strength in his body; he kicked the most vulnerable part of all male creatures.

Yingyang's face turned from white to red and then to green in that instant, as if a dye shop had been opened, and he almost dropped the Wind Chaser Gun in his hand.

He staggered back several steps, his back arched, clutching his groin, and let out a muffled groan.

His gaze towards Zhu Bajie had completely lost its composure, replaced only by a dark and furious rage.

Pigsy laughed loudly, then fell back to the ground after kicking. He slowly climbed up the steps, his rake supporting him on the ground, his arms trembling.

After laughing, he straightened up, leaning on his rake. A fist-sized lump had swelled up on his ribs where the gun barrel had struck him, and he could feel the bone rubbing against his flesh with every breath.

"Stop hitting him! Your Majesty, stop hitting him!"

Pigsy froze upon hearing the shout behind him.

Turning around, through his blood-blurred vision, he saw a dozen or so little demons scrambling and crawling towards him on the yellow earth of Black Wind Cave.

Leading the charge was the little fox demon, its tail puffed up into a ball of fur. Its leather armor slid down as it ran, and it had to lift itself up every few steps, but it never stopped.

Following behind were a weasel spirit, a pangolin, a green water snake, and a lame old mouse. The old mouse was the slowest, its tail dragging on the ground, but it was clutching a stick it had picked up from somewhere tightly in its paws.

"What are you doing here?" Pigsy's voice was hoarse. "Get back!"

The little fox spirit didn't roll away.

It ran to the foot of the mountain gate, its whole body trembling like a leaf. It was just a little demon who had just learned to transform. Facing dozens of Copper Head Mountain demons around it, its instinct screamed for it to run away, but it still spread its arms and stood in front of Pigsy.

The leather armor, which had been sliding down, finally fell to the ground, revealing a thin, gray back underneath.

"Second King!" it called out to the eagle's retreating figure.

All the monsters were stunned.

Yingyang, clutching his groin, slowly turned around, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you call him?"

"Your Majesty!" The fox demon's legs trembled so much that she almost knelt down. "Your Majesty said that Black Wind Cave and Copper Head Mountain are neighbors."

Neighbors can discuss things together.

It told me to speak to the king. "Speak what?" Yingyang's voice was so gloomy it could wring water out of it.

The weasel spirit interrupted, shouting, "Black Wind Cave may be poor now, but poverty doesn't give us the right to be bullied."

"We'll take care of renting for fifteen people! We'll pay back the principal and interest within three years!" Its voice trembled, its jaw chattered, but it said "within three years," and those four words were enunciated as firmly as iron nails.

Pigsy was stunned.

He never mentioned any "three-year agreement" to them.

This was the result of the little demons' discussion after he left Black Wind Cave.

"Our king is Marshal Tianpeng descended to earth," the old rat spirit finally caught his breath. "The chief instructor of the 80,000-strong navy—the one you're standing on—was the same person who, back in the Liusha River, protected Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven."

"It's a bodhisattva who has endured hardship and triumph! You think you can bring it down with just a gun barrel?" It planted its stick in the ground and shouted with all its might, "We refuse!"

"We refuse to accept this!" shouted a dozen or so little demons in unison.

Pigsy stood still, his body swaying slightly, leaning on his rake and looking down at the backs of the little demons around him.

They were all skin and bones, and they were all trembling. None of them could withstand even a single finger from the eagle.

But they stood in his way.

Yingyang clutched his groin, looking around at the group of menacing, thin old and young people.

His face first turned ashen, then a complex and indescribable coldness slowly emerged.

He turned his gaze back to Zhu Bajie, who was covered in blood but grinning, and remained silent for a long time.

"You have a great team of men," he said.

Pigsy hoisted the rake back onto his shoulder, and with his still-bleeding hand, touched the head of the little fox demon kneeling at his feet, rubbing its ears until they were crooked.

He then raised his head, looked at Yingyang, and grinned, his mouth full of blood and foam.

"Of course." He pushed the fox demon and the weasel spirit behind him and stood at the front, blocking the little demons under his command from the monsters of Copper Head Mountain.

"Get out," Eagle said. "Don't let me see you again."

Pigsy turned around and, supported by the old rat demon and the pangolin, led a dozen or so lesser demons down the stone steps.

The stone-carved eagles on both sides of the stone steps cast long shadows in the setting sun. Their shadows were stretched thin and long, overlapping with the shadows of the eagles.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around, but turned his head to the side and glanced at the flames on the mountain gate.

"Keep those fifteen people safe for me." Pigsy's figure gradually sank into the twilight of the mountains, only his hoarse voice still echoing on the stone steps: "Next time I come, I'll take them all without missing a single one."

On the third day after returning to Black Wind Cave, Pigsy summoned all the leaders of the stronghold to the cave.

Once everyone was present, a black bear squatted on the left, an old rat spirit stood on the right, a fox demon sat in the corner teasing a palm-sized spider with a blade of grass, a weasel spirit leaned against the cave entrance, a pangolin curled up against the wall, and a green water snake coiled itself on a stalactite.

Pigsy sat on the tiger-skin chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands crossed, and his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.

The musty smell on the tiger skin was stronger than it had been two weeks ago, but he couldn't smell it anymore.

"I'm going to Flower Fruit Mountain," he said.

The black bear blinked.

"Huaguo Mountain? Which Huaguo Mountain?"

"There's only one Flower Fruit Mountain in the Eastern Continent," the old rat spirit's white eyebrows twitched. "It's the territory of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven."

"Yes." Pigsy leaned back, and the tiger-skin chair creaked under its weight. "My senior brother is over there."

There was another person there—who is also my friend.

The matter at Tongtoushan cannot be resolved by ourselves alone.

Ying Yang's cultivation is at least five hundred years old. Above him is King Yingchou. Anyone who can suppress Ying Yang must have an even higher cultivation level.

Last time I couldn't even get through the mountain gate. If I can't win next time, it won't just be a matter of losing face.

The black bear looked down at its paws.

It was the most powerful fighter in Black Wind Cave, but it also knew that it couldn't even beat Pigsy, let alone the second-in-command of Copper Head Mountain.

"How long will you be gone?"

"It will take about ten days to get here and back. How long we stay at Flower Fruit Mountain depends on the situation." Pigsy stood up and picked up the Nine-Toothed Rake from beside the chair. The eight scratches left by Eagle on the rake handle were still there. He asked Black Bear for a whetstone and spent several nights grinding, but he could only grind away the two shallowest scratches. The remaining six scratches were still clearly visible, like six old scabs.

"After I left, Black Bear took charge of things in the mountain stronghold."

The old mouse is in charge of the accounts.

"Fox One," he said, looking at the little fox spirit who was teasing the spider. "Keep an eye on the stream behind the mountain. If the stone dam that Black Bear and his men built leaks, find someone to fix it immediately."

The little fox spirit threw away the grass stalks, sat up straight, and its fluffy tail stood upright behind it.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Pigsy walked to the cave entrance, then stopped.

He glanced back at the monsters in the cave. The black bear still had the red cloth strip around its neck, the old rat's beard was stained with ink, the fox demon had finally tied the oversized leather armor tightly with vines so it wouldn't slip down, the weasel spirit waved at him with a blade of grass in its mouth, and the green water snake stretched half its body down from the stalactite.

None of them seem capable of standing on their own, but they will hold the fortress while he is away.

"Wait for me to come back," he said, then turned and walked out of the cave.

To get from Black Wind Cave to Flower Fruit Mountain, you first need to head east over the mountain range where Black Wind Cave is located and pass through a dense forest called "Wild Boar Forest"—Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) has a strong opinion about this place name, but that's not the point—

Then travel south along the coastline for three days, and then take a boat across the sea to the island where Huaguo Mountain is located.

Pigsy calculated that, at his pace, if he didn't slack off, he could arrive in seven days.

He didn't slack off.

It's not that he changed his personality, but that he had something on his mind.

The scene in front of the gate of Copper Head Mountain kept replaying in his mind: a little fox demon spread its arms to block him, its thin, gray back trembling like a leaf in the wind under the gaze of dozens of Copper Head Mountain demons, but it did not back down.

The weasel spirit's voice trembled as he said, "I will pay back the principal and interest within three years," but he said "three years" with unwavering certainty.

The old rat spirit usually walked with a shaky gait, but that day he stuck a wooden stick into the ground and shouted with all his might, "We refuse to submit!"

Throughout his life, Pigsy was criticized for being greedy and cowardly, laughed at for being gluttonous and lazy, chased by Cuilan's father with a broom for three streets in Gao Village, and called a "fool" countless times by the monkey pulling his ear on the journey to the West.

But he had never been shielded like this before.

there has never been.

For this reason alone, he's determined to reclaim his territory at Tongtoushan.

On the evening of the seventh day, Pigsy finally saw the sea.

The coastline of the East China Sea unfolds under the setting sun, with golden light shattering on the waves, surging onto the beach layer by layer and then receding.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, filled his nostrils. He stood on the rocks by the shore, shading his eyes with his hand as he gazed into the distance.

Huaguo Mountain is just across the sea, out of sight from the coast, but he knows the general direction.

He passed through here on his pilgrimage years ago. Hundreds of years have passed, the sea is still the same sea, the mountains are still the same mountains, but there are no monkeys to bicker with him anymore.

He found a fishing village by the sea and hired a fishing boat with the few coins he had left.

The fisherman was an old man with a dark tan. Seeing him carrying a rake and wearing a tattered robe, I didn't ask him any questions, probably because I was used to seeing all sorts of strange seafarers.

The fishing boat drifted at sea for a day and a night, and the outline of Huaguo Mountain finally emerged from the sea fog the next morning.

Pigsy stood at the bow of the boat, squinting as he watched the island draw closer.

When he left, he was still traveling with his master. Now that he has returned, he has a strange feeling.

The island was still the same island, the mountain was still the same mountain, but his feelings were completely different from hundreds of years ago.

Back then, he was a freeloader, a "clean altar messenger" who only needed to eat and drink for free. If the sky fell, the monkey would hold it up; he only needed to shout "Big Brother is right" from behind.

Now he is the mountain king of forty-seven monsters, with a group of hungry little monsters waiting for him to bring back good news.

When the fishing boats docked, the sun was already high in the sky.

Pigsy jumped off the boat and stepped onto the beach. The sand was mixed with broken seashells, making a crunching sound as he stepped on it.

He took a deep breath—the air in Flower Fruit Mountain was completely different from that in Black Wind Cave.