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

Nezha didn't say anything more.

The two of them stood there, one in front of the other, by the waterfall, listening to the sound of the water and watching the splashing mist, neither of them speaking again.

After an unknown amount of time, Nezha said, "I'm leaving."

"Mm." Bai Yeying nodded, looking at him.

Nezha then transformed into a streak of crimson light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the azure horizon.

..................

Heavenly Court, Cloud Tower Palace.

The quiet room was spotless, with only the pure fragrance of lotus blossoms.

Nezha sat cross-legged on the jade couch, but unusually, he seemed somewhat restless. The Fire-Tipped Spear rested on his lap, and he ran his fingers over the shaft as he fell into deep thought.

The journey westward is about to begin. And that stupid mouse, of all people, happens to be on that road.

Although Guanyin Bodhisattva gave a seemingly plausible but ultimately unhelpful suggestion, it's best to just listen and let it go. When it really comes down to it, who cares whether you originally wanted to eliminate karma or just eat? Insufficient strength is the original sin.

She's made some progress lately; she's wielding the whip with some flair, and she's gotten bolder. But will that little bit of skill be enough to handle the impending turmoil of the westward journey?

They probably won't even be able to make a ripple before they're washed ashore.

trouble.

This is really troublesome.

Nezha frowned, that inexplicable irritation welling up inside him again. When did he become so prone to worry? And all because of a rat demon.

His gaze fell once again on the fire-tipped spear.

This spear has accompanied him in battle for many years, drunk the blood of dragons, and shattered demons. The sharp point of the spear is a fierce and malevolent force known throughout the three realms.

Even the scraps and the smallest fragments that broke off during the forging process were imbued with the sharpness and fire spirit of this divine weapon, making them rare and precious materials for ordinary cultivators.

Give it to her?

The idea came to him in a way that even he found somewhat absurd.

The scraps from the fire-tipped spear were forged into short weapons to protect her.

When did Nezha, the Third Prince, ever do something like this...?

Why go through all this fuss and give someone a weapon for protection? And it's for a low-level, troublesome rat spirit?

Can......

Her image kept appearing in my mind uncontrollably.

It's pleasing to the eye.

Yes, it's pleasing to the eye.

Although she is weak, stupid, and always overestimates herself, she is still... reasonably pleasing to the eye.

Since he's pleasing to the eye, it's not a big deal if he occasionally makes an exception!

Anyway, the scraps of the fire-tipped spear are just sitting there, and they'll melt down anyway. What difference does it make what they turn into? Rather than letting them gather dust in the warehouse, we might as well make the most of them.

This reason convinced him.

Without further hesitation, he moved his mind and the wooden box from the storeroom appeared in his hand.

After Nezha spent some time in the equipment room, the flames subsided, and a short spear quietly floated in front of him.

He reached out and grasped the short gun. It felt slightly heavy and warm to the touch, but it quickly resonated with the spiritual energy around him, emitting a faint red glow.

He casually twirled the spear, the short gun drawing a crimson-gold arc in the air, accompanied by a whooshing sound, nimble and swift.

"Not bad," he muttered to himself, his critical gaze sweeping over the pistol. "As for its power, it's so-so. It should be enough to deal with some weak and insignificant evil spirits."

How do I give it to her?

He ran straight to Trapped Sky Mountain, threw it at her, and said, "Here, take this for self-defense."

The thought of it was horrifying. He could picture the rat spirit's expression: first, wide-eyed surprise, then perhaps a mixture of shock and delight, and then maybe some wild, unfounded thoughts...

Nezha rubbed his fingers against the short gun, but he himself became uneasy.

No, that's too deliberate.

Then...like last time, should I secretly place it at the entrance of her cave?

This time it wasn't a trinket, it was a weapon. Why would someone leave a weapon at her cave entrance for no reason? A warning? A threat?

Also, when did Nezha need to be so secretive when delivering things?

As a great deity of the Three Altars and Seas, does he need to find a reason and avoid being noticed when giving someone a few gifts?

joke.

With his mind made up, Nezha stopped hesitating. He hung the short gun on his waist.

With flames swirling beneath his feet, he stepped out of the equipment room and walked straight through the corridors of the Cloud Tower Palace.

When the gatekeeper saw him come out, he quickly bowed. His eyes caught sight of the short gun that had appeared at his waist. He was curious, but dared not ask a single question.

Nezha kept his eyes straight ahead, his figure transformed into a crimson streak of light, bursting out of the South Heavenly Gate, piercing through layers of clouds, his direction clear.

Fall into the empty mountain.

The wind brushed against his face, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead and the red ribbon behind him. As he gazed at the familiar mountain silhouettes drawing ever closer below, the inexplicable restlessness in his heart subsided.

It's just pleasing to the eye.

He emphasized this to himself again.

Give her a weapon, so she won't keep using that whip to fight people. If she really dies, all the effort he put into saving her will have been wasted.

Yes, that's it.

.................

Trapped in the Void Mountain, a bottomless abyss.

Time flies. Autumn goes and winter comes, and the mountains and forests are covered with a thin layer of snow.

Bai Yeying would occasionally look towards the direction of Wuxing Mountain.

Judging by the time, Tang Sanzang should be arriving soon, right? The Great Sage will soon be free.

On the other side, at the foot of Five Elements Mountain.

In the distance, a figure dressed in plain-colored monk's robes could be seen trekking towards the Five Elements Mountain.

The monk looked travel-worn, yet his steps were firm. He held a staff in his hand and led a white horse behind him.

Tang Sanzang walked to the foot of the mountain, looking around as if searching for something. Then, he saw a Buddhist verse sticker pasted on the mountain wall. He stepped forward, put his hands together in prayer, and then slowly peeled off the sticker.

Just as it was about to break free from the mountain, the earth shook violently! The entire Five Elements Mountain trembled violently! Rocks crumbled, and dust billowed into the sky!

From the base of his nose came a voice that had been suppressed for five hundred years, finally released: "I, Old Sun, have come out!!!"

A beam of golden light shot into the sky from the shattered rocks! The golden light was intense and dazzling, carrying unparalleled power and arrogance, soaring straight into the clouds! Stirring up the wind and clouds!

The golden light landed and transformed into a figure with golden hair, some of which was dirty and dusty, and fiery eyes. It was none other than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!

He moved his hands, feet, and neck, twisted his waist and swung his arms, every bone crackling and popping, his face showing undisguised ecstasy and unbridled joy.

"Hahahaha! Five hundred years! A full five hundred years! I, Old Sun, have finally emerged!!"

The sound shook the surrounding area, startling birds into flight from the mountains and forests.

Tang Sanzang was so frightened by the force of the attack that he took two steps back, but his face showed little fear. Instead, he put his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras.

After venting his anger, Sun Wukong turned his head and looked Tang Sanzang up and down with his golden eyes.

This is the pilgrim Guanyin Bodhisattva spoke of who could rescue him from his predicament? A frail monk?

His eyes darted around, remembering the Bodhisattva's instructions, and... the mysterious warning from a certain little mouse.

Becoming an apprentice? Providing protection?

Sun Wukong pursed his lips, but still followed the Bodhisattva's instructions, stepped forward, bowed deeply to Tang Sanzang, and said, "Master, please accept my bow! Thank you for your kindness in rescuing me! I am willing to protect you on your journey west, serving you faithfully without hesitation!"

Tang Sanzang quickly helped him up and said gently, "Wukong, please rise. Since you are willing to abandon evil and do good, and protect me on my journey to the West, you are now my disciple. From now on, we will address each other as master and disciple, and go to the Western Paradise together."

"Yes, Master!" Sun Wukong readily agreed, stood up, scratched his ears and cheeks, and had already regained some of his mischievousness.

Sun Wukong took the luggage, and after exchanging a few more words, the master and disciple set off westward.

...................

That day, Bai Yeying was sitting quietly deep in the cave when she suddenly sensed something and opened her eyes.

Almost simultaneously, the warning array at the entrance of the cave showed signs of activity.

He's here? She flashed and was already at the cave entrance.

Outside the cave, fine snow was falling. A red figure stood silently in the snow.

Nezha was still dressed in red, with the fine snow surrounding him as if there was an invisible barrier. He carried a long, narrow object in his hand and was looking up in the direction of the cave. His beautiful phoenix eyes were so clear that they were almost piercing, reflected in the snow.