After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

Sha Wujing was also stunned on the spot, looking to the left and then to the right, his face full of confusion.

Both Tang Sanzangs wore helpless expressions and said in unison again, "Bajie, Sha Wujing, can't you even recognize your master?"

Pigsy looked at this and then at that, feeling dizzy, and finally slammed his rake on the ground: "Brother Monkey! This...this is unrecognizable! How about...we take them all back?"

Sun Wukong said irritably, "Take it back? You idiot! It's a demon in disguise, what would I do with it?!"

He paced around the two Tang Monks in frustration, but was still at a loss.

Just as things reached this stalemate, Bai Yeying jumped out, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and looked at the two identical Tang Sanzangs in front of her, who were accusing each other of being monsters. She simply said, "Great Sage, Marshal Tianpeng, since you can't tell them apart..."

She paused, and under the simultaneous gazes of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, suggested with a smile, "Why don't we just kill them both?"

Sun Wukong: "......???"

Pigsy: "......!!!"

The atmosphere suddenly started to feel awkward.

Sun Wukong's hand, holding the golden cudgel, froze completely. He turned his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, and glared at Bai Yeying.

Pigsy picked at his ears, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Little mouse, what did you just say? Kill them both?"

Even Sun Wukong wondered if he was hallucinating. Listen to that—does it sound like something a human would say?

Bai Yeying felt a little embarrassed by their stares and chuckled.

She disliked the character of Tang Sanzang from the TV series she watched. She really wanted to kill the real Tang Sanzang too.

"That's right, Great Sage, look, we can't tell which one is the real master and which one is a demon in disguise. What if we attack the wrong one and hurt the real master? But if we don't attack, are we just going to let the demon keep impersonating the master?"

"So! The safest way is to fight them both together. The demon definitely can't withstand your golden cudgel, Great Sage, and will immediately reveal its true form. As for Master... um, doesn't Master have the brocade cassock protecting him? And Great Sage, you know how to hold back, you definitely won't really kill Master, at most... at most it will hurt a little bit?" The more she talked, the more reasonable it seemed, and she even nodded, satisfied with her perfect suggestion.

Sun Wukong listened to her logical analysis and looked at her innocent and beautiful face.

What is all this nonsense?!

The brocade cassock is indeed a priceless treasure, but was that blow from his staff in his rage a joke?! Master's delicate skin—what would happen if he took a single hit? Even a little pain? He'd probably be heading straight to meet Buddha!

Sun Wukong spun around in frustration, gripping his own fur tightly. "You little rat! What kind of terrible idea is this?! That's my master! How can you just hit him like that?!"

Pigsy finally recovered from his petrification, slapping his thigh and shouting, "That's right! Little white mouse, you can't talk nonsense! That's Master! If you hurt him, who will take us to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures?!"

Bai Yeying felt embarrassed by their shouting and hid behind Nezha, only peeking out half her head, muttering softly, "I just wanted to finish this quickly! Besides, the Great Sage is here, he'll definitely find a way to avoid hurting Master."

Nezha felt the girl behind him tug at his clothes, as if seeking approval. He turned his head and glanced at her. She was looking up at him with her almond-shaped eyes full of grievance, as if she had been scolded.

The boy's lips twitched. He raised his hand, bent his index finger, and tapped her forehead lightly.

"Thump."

"Ouch!" Bai Yeying covered her forehead, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Stop coming up with such outdated ideas. That monk is very precious; if you damage him, can you afford to pay for it?"

Bai Yeying rubbed her forehead and pouted, "Okay! Then what do you guys suggest?"

Sun Wukong calmed down a bit, realizing that arguing with this eccentric rat demon was pointless. He refocused his attention on the two Tang Sanzangs, his golden eyes gleaming, trying to find a flaw in their strategy.

Just as he was intently observing, the Tang Monk on his left glanced at Bai Yeying, a fleeting look of annoyance and murderous intent in his eyes.

Although it was only for a moment, Sun Wukong's fiery eyes were so sharp that he instantly caught the subtle difference!

The Tang Monk on the right has a consistently peaceful and compassionate gaze, tinged with helplessness at his disciples' endless arguments. And the one on the left...

"You monster! How dare you glare at my man?!" Sun Wukong roared angrily, and without hesitation, his golden cudgel slammed down on the fake Tang Sanzang on the left with lightning speed!

Tang Sanzang's expression changed drastically. He could no longer maintain the illusion. The Buddhist light on his body dissipated, revealing his true form as a blue-maned lion. He hurriedly raised a steel knife that appeared out of nowhere to parry.

With a loud clang, a deafening sound rang out.

How could the lion demon withstand the enraged Monkey King? The steel blade was instantly bent by the impact, and the terrifying force sent it flying, crashing into half of the artificial mountain, sending rocks tumbling everywhere.

"Wukong! Show mercy!"

The real Tang Sanzang only had time to cry out in surprise when he saw the lion demon roll twice on the ground and then spit out a gust of demonic wind in the direction of Bai Yeying and Nezha. At the same time, it shrank its body and tried to escape using the rocks!

It hated Bai Yeting's words earlier about killing both of them. If she hadn't been so talkative, Sun Wukong might not have been able to see through it so quickly! Even if it wanted to escape, it had to teach this talkative rat demon a lesson first!

A fierce wind swept through, carrying the sound of flying sand and stones.

Bai Yeying didn't expect that the monster would dare to fight back even when it was fleeing, and that it was targeting her. She subconsciously wanted to take out her pistol to retaliate.

However, before she could move, the red-clad youth in front of her had already turned slightly to the side, completely blocking her behind him.

Nezha didn't even turn around, he just casually raised his hand. The Universe Ring shot out instantly! So fast that it left only a blur in the air, and it wrapped around the neck of the lion demon who was trying to escape!

"Ugh...!" The lion demon only had time to let out a short cry of pain before it was tightly bound by the Qiankun Ring and dragged back. With a "thud," it fell in front of Nezha's feet, struggling to reveal its true form, but it could no longer move. Only a hoarse sound came from its throat, and its pair of lion eyes stared at the boy above in utter horror.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

When Bai Yeying peeked out from behind Nezha, she saw the majestic blue-haired lion lying on the ground in a sorry state, like a big cat with a collar on its head.

Sun Wukong ended the battle with a single blow, and Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing rushed forward to protect the real Tang Sanzang.

The palace fell silent again, save for the lion's heavy breathing.

Bai Yeying glanced at the subdued lion demon on the ground, then at the red-clad boy in front of her whose clothes were perfectly intact, her eyes shining with astonishing brightness.

"Third Prince! You're amazing!" she exclaimed softly, having long forgotten the sneak attack and now filled with nothing but admiration.

Nezha lowered his eyes, glanced at her radiant face, put away his Qiankun Ring, and chuckled, "That goes without saying."

At this moment, auspicious clouds gathered in the sky. Manjushri Bodhisattva appeared at the opportune time. He first bowed to Sun Wukong with his palms together, thanking him for subduing his mount, and then expressed his apologies to Tang Sanzang, explaining that this was due to karma and that the tribulation was now over.

Only then did the Bodhisattva's gaze fall upon Nezha. Her expression was complex, and she said nothing, only nodding to him.

Finally, looking at the limp lion spirit on the ground, he sighed and took it back to his seat.

The auspicious clouds drifted away, leaving only the pilgrims and their disciples on the desolate mountain, along with Nezha and Bai Yeying.

Tang Sanzang, still shaken, kept chanting Buddhist prayers. Zhu Bajie started complaining of being hungry. Sha Wujing silently packed up the groceries.

Sun Wukong walked up to Nezha and Bai Yeying, scratched his ear, and whispered, "Little mouse, that idea you just had was really ruthless. What? You hate my master?"