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

Above the clouds, Nezha frowned slightly.

This resentment and filth has accumulated for many years, and now it has been triggered by something and erupted, becoming a significant force.

While the monkey could protect itself, protecting Tang Sanzang and the seriously injured dragon, as well as purifying the foul air, was no easy task.

trouble.

With a flicker of flame from his fiery wheels, his figure vanished behind the clouds.

The next instant, a beam of crimson-gold divine light, seemingly capable of burning away all the filth in the world, descended from the sky and crashed down on the edge of the ravine, blocking the path between Tang Sanzang and the others!

The divine light was not dazzling, but it carried a purifying power, like the sun melting snow.

The moment the foul air touched the divine light, it emitted a corrosive sound that made one's teeth ache, and quickly dissolved and dissipated.

The churning mud seemed to have met its nemesis; its forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, billowing black smoke rose from its surface, and it began to shrink backward!

"Third Prince?!" Sun Wukong exclaimed in surprise.

As the light dimmed, Nezha's figure appeared. He didn't look at the people behind him, but stared at the retreating filth and mud, his phoenix eyes filled with disgust.

"Dirty".

He uttered only one word, raised his hand, but the Fire-Tipped Spear did not appear; he simply flicked it with his finger.

A tiny spark of crimson gold fell into the core of that foul, murky mud.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was only one hissing sound, like cold water dripping into hot oil.

Immediately afterward, from that spark, a crimson-gold flame silently spread out! Wherever the flame passed, all filth was ignited, turning into wisps of blue smoke that quickly dissipated.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying stench that had almost engulfed the shore was burned away completely, leaving no trace.

The stream water seemed to have become clearer, and although it was still swift, the foul smell had completely disappeared.

The shore was completely silent.

Tang Sanzang stared blankly, forgetting to chant Buddhist prayers. Ao Lie propped himself up, his eyes filled with shock.

Sun Wukong didn't speak, but just stared at Nezha's back, his golden eyes filled with complex emotions.

That move, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, was truly skillful.

Nezha then turned around, his gaze sweeping over the group, pausing particularly on the heavily injured Ao Lie.

"The Third Prince of the Western Sea?" His voice was clear and crisp.

Ao Lie struggled to get up and bow, saying, "Little Dragon Ao Lie greets the Third Prince. Thank you for saving my life, Third Prince."

"Are you ordered to wait here for the pilgrims?" Nezha asked again.

"Yes." Ao Lie lowered his head, a look of shame on his face.

"Just now, for some reason, I lost my composure and almost caused a great disaster, even destroying the holy monk's mount..."

Nezha stopped looking at him and turned to Sun Wukong: "This little dragon is yours. His fate and destiny are yours to decide."

Sun Wukong nodded: "I, Old Sun, know."

Nezha glanced one last time at the still bottomless Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, said nothing more, and with the flames of his Wind-Fire Wheels swirling beneath his feet, he prepared to leave.

"Third Prince!"

Tang Sanzang finally came to his senses, quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply: "This humble monk, Tang Sanzang, thanks the Third Prince for saving me from this calamity!"

Nezha paused slightly and glanced at Tang Sanzang.

This monk had upright features and clear eyes. Although he had a somewhat pedantic air, he was resolute and sincere. He truly deserved to be called Jin Chanzi.

"No need, it's my duty."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer; a crimson light shot into the sky and vanished into the clouds in an instant.

Only three people remained on the shore. Sun Wukong turned to look at the still weakened Ao Lie, grinning, "Little White Dragon, with that kind of leg strength, you're definitely going to be the one carrying it!"

In the clouds, Nezha has not gone far.

He stood on the Wind and Fire Wheels, watching Sun Wukong introduce Ao Lie to Tang Sanzang below, and then watching Ao Lie transform into a white horse, carrying the luggage, and the two of them (plus a horse) continued their journey westward.

He didn't look away until the figure disappeared among the mountains.

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

Bai Yeying stayed quietly in the cave at Trap Mountain for almost half a month.

Nezha's last words of advice still echoed in my ears. I would practice my whip and spear by the waterfall whenever I had free time, and my days were quite fulfilling.

That afternoon, Bai Yeying was sitting at the stone table, sipping the honey tea that Cuiluo had just made, when Huang Wu swept in like a gust of wind, his hairy face filled with excitement and mystery, his eyes shining brightly.

"Madam! Madam! Big news! Huge news!" Huang Wu lowered his voice and mysteriously approached Bai Yeying, his paws unconsciously gesturing towards her name.

Bai Yeying was amused by his expression and put down her teacup: "What is it now? Which fairy has given birth to several litters of babies, or which spiritual spring has sprouted again? Is it something to make such a fuss about?"

"Not those!" Huang Wu shook his head vigorously, his voice even lower, but the excitement in his tone was still evident.

"It's about that monk Tang Sanzang on the journey to the West! Madam, do you know? There's a rumor going around that Tang Sanzang is a virtuous man who has cultivated for ten lifetimes, and that eating a piece of his flesh will grant you immortality!"

"Pfft..." Bai Yeying sprayed all the honey tea onto the stone table, choking her and causing her to cough repeatedly, her face turning red.

Cuiluo was startled and quickly stepped forward to pat her back: "Madam! Please slow down!"

Huang Wu was startled by his wife's reaction and jumped back, clutching his chest with his hand: "M-Madam, are you alright?"

Bai Yeying coughed for a while before catching her breath. Ignoring the splattered moisture on her clothes, she grabbed Huang Wu's arm, her almond-shaped eyes wide: "What did you just say? Say it again? Eating Tang Sanzang's flesh can grant immortality? Who said that? Where did you hear that?"

Huang Wu winced, wincing slightly from her grip, "It's been...it's been all over the place these past few days! I went to the eastern mountain today to find that raccoon spirit to exchange for some salt, and that's what he told me. He said he heard it from a snake spirit from the south, and it's spread like wildfire. Now, almost every spirit within hundreds of miles of these mountains knows about it! They say it's so detailed, that Tang Sanzang's flesh is golden and its aroma can travel for miles, and that a bite will prolong your life, and a piece will grant you immortality!"

Huang Wu became more and more excited as he spoke, his small eyes sparkling with longing for immortality: "Madam, what do you think, should we also... uh, inquire about where Tang Sanzang is? Just in case we have the chance..."

"What chance do you have?!"

Bai Yeying released him and jumped to her feet: "Huang Wu! Wake up! You actually believe this nonsense?"

"What ten lifetimes of cultivation? Immortality? What is all this nonsense! It's clearly someone... no, a demon, deliberately spreading rumors! Huang Wu, I'm asking you, which demon first spread these rumors? What is its origin? What were its original words?"

Huang Wu shrank his neck, nervously rubbing his paws together: "Madam, I don't know who the source is either. The raccoon spirit can't say either, it just says that's what everyone says."

Huang Wu, observing her expression, cautiously asked, "Madam, then... what should we do? Should we go and capture that Tang Sanzang?"

"Catch my ass, Huang Wu. Let me tell you, there's no such thing as a free lunch. What falls from the sky is mostly a trap. This news is not to be mentioned again, and no lesser demon in our cave is allowed to have any wicked thoughts. Anyone who dares to go there, forget about immortality, I'll be the first to break their legs and clean house."

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet her tone was resolute. Huang Wu felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze and nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes! Madam is right! This little demon will never dare to talk nonsense again! I'll go tell everyone right away that anyone who dares to lay a hand on that monk is going against our Trapped Sky Mountain!"

Watching Huang Wu hurriedly go out to deliver the message, Bai Yeying rubbed her temples.

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

Nezha sat on the cloud, looking down at the master and disciple below. He was quite bored, thinking that the rat spirit had been cooped up in the Trapped Sky Mountain for quite some time. With her lively nature, she was probably about to go crazy from being cooped up.

The journey west is quite lively now. Taking her to see it will not only relieve her boredom, but also prevent her from running around and causing trouble on her own.

Thinking this, the cloud beneath his feet changed direction and soared towards Trapped Sky Mountain. Judging by the time, she was most likely in her cave at this moment.

Inside the cave, Bai Yeying was holding a needle, embroidering something on the fabric. Dressed in a plain-colored dress, she looked obedient and virtuous.