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

He then said to Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, "Once this matter is settled, I will return to Mount Ling to report back. Great Sage, Tianpeng, the journey to the West is long and fraught with difficulties. I hope that you two will work together to ensure that Tang Sanzang arrives at Mount Ling as soon as possible and obtains the true scriptures."

"I know, I know!" Sun Wukong waved his hand.

Pigsy quickly bowed and said, "Bodhisattva, rest assured, this old pig will do his best!"

Lingji Bodhisattva said no more. The lotus platform rose, the Buddha's light gradually faded, and in an instant, it disappeared into the sky. It came suddenly and left just as gracefully.

As soon as the Bodhisattva left, the atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed considerably. Pigsy wiped his sweat and muttered, "That was close! If the Bodhisattva had arrived a moment later, this yellow-haired rat would have been turned into a pancake."

Sun Wukong ignored him and darted towards Yellow Wind Cave: "Idiot, stop talking nonsense! Come with me to find Master!"

Bai Yeying watched Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie rush into the cave, then looked up in the direction where Lingji Bodhisattva had disappeared, feeling a pang of emotion. This was the advantage of having powerful connections; even if you committed a crime, someone would bail you out.

However, stealing lamp oil and stealing incense and candles seem to be similar in nature, don't they? She touched her nose, feeling a little guilty.

"Have you seen enough?"

A clear, crisp voice sounded beside me.

Bai Yeying turned her head, and Nezha had somehow descended from the clouds and was standing beside her, arms crossed, looking at her.

"Third Prince!" Bai Yeying's eyes lit up, and she immediately leaned over. "Did you see that? How was my fight? Did I embarrass you?" She tilted her little face up, looking like she wanted praise.

Nezha lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from the battle, and then over her hand holding the gun. The base of her thumb was a little red, from the shock of her clash with the Yellow Wind Monster's steel fork.

"So-so." He looked away, his tone as indifferent as ever. "Trying to deal with a rat that only knows how to blow air around is something to brag about?"

Bai Yeying puffed out her cheeks and retorted in a low voice, "That's not an ordinary rat, it came from Mount Ling! Mine came from Mount Ling too! Hey, but I haven't been caught yet."

Hearing her compare herself to the Yellow Wind Monster, Nezha frowned and snorted, "You're a bit stronger than him; at least you weren't stupid enough to get killed with a single blow."

Was that a compliment? Bai Yeying blinked and decided to take it as one.

In a good mood, she recalled the battle just now and began to analyze it with great interest: "However, his Samadhi Divine Wind is quite powerful, and it will be a bit troublesome for me to fight it."

She continued talking to herself, unaware that Nezha's gaze had returned to her.

After Bai Yeying finished speaking, she realized that Nezha had been silent the whole time, just looking at her.

"What's wrong?" She touched her face. "Is there something on my face?"

"Hands," Nezha suddenly said.

"Huh?" Bai Yeying was taken aback and subconsciously looked at her hand. Apart from the slight redness at the base of her thumb, there was nothing wrong with it.

Nezha suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist.

His fingers were long and slender, his touch neither too light nor too heavy, and the warmth sent a shiver down Bai Yeying's spine. She stared at him blankly.

Nezha didn't look at her, but gently pressed her reddened tiger's mouth with his thumb.

"You used too much force," he commented, then released her, took out a small jade box the size of a palm from his pocket, and tossed it to her, "Wipe it yourself."

Bai Yeying hurriedly caught it, opened it, and saw that it contained a bright white paste that emitted a cool herbal fragrance, clearly not an ordinary product.

"This is..."

"It's a blood-activating and stasis-removing medicine from the Heavenly Court, much better than those herbs and leaves you've been concocting yourself." Nezha's tone remained flat, as if he were just casually handing over something worthless.

Bai Yeying felt a warm, ticklish sensation in her heart, as if gently scratched by a feather. She clutched the small box tightly, a bright smile spreading across her face: "Thank you, Third Prince!"

Nezha turned his face away, no longer looking at her excessively bright smile, and the phantom image of his Wind Fire Wheels appeared beneath his feet: "The show's over, time to go."

"Mmm!" Bai Yeying nodded vigorously and carefully put away the ointment. This time, she didn't need the Heavenly Silk to wrap it up; she consciously moved closer to Nezha.

A crimson light rose again, sweeping across the gradually darkening Yellow Wind Ridge.

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

Inside the Yellow Wind Cave, Sun Wukong used his golden cudgel to open the stone door, quickly dealt with the few minor demons left behind, and found Tang Sanzang tied to a stone pillar in a relatively tidy stone chamber deep inside the cave.

Although Tang Sanzang appeared somewhat disheveled, his robes covered in dust, his expression remained relatively calm as he silently recited scriptures with his eyes closed. Hearing a noise, he opened his eyes and, seeing Sun Wukong, his eyes lit up with relief: "Wukong, you've come."

"Master!" Sun Wukong rushed forward, snapped the ropes, and looked him up and down. "Are you alright? Did that yellow-haired rat hurt you?"

"Amitabha Buddha, your master is well." Tang Sanzang flexed his wrists and chanted a Buddhist prayer. "I was just a little frightened by that demonic wind. How about Pigsy?"

"That idiot is cleaning up the mess outside!" Sun Wukong said, then suddenly remembered something, his golden eyes darted around, and he grinned, "Master, it was quite a scene outside just now. Besides me and Pigsy, an old friend also came to help!"

"An old friend?" Tang Sanzang asked in confusion.

"It's about a little rat spirit that I, Old Sun, know." Sun Wukong spoke quickly, "Hey, guess what? That Yellow Wind Monster unleashed his signature move, the Samadhi Divine Wind, filling the sky with yellow sand and flying stones—it was incredibly powerful! But that little rat spirit wasn't intimidated at all. She grabbed a short spear and charged forward, her spear technique incredibly slippery and cunning. It made the yellow-haired rat scream in anger, almost blowing it into the sky! Finally, she seized the opportunity and stab that bastard in the back of the head."

He spoke while gesturing, vividly describing the fight that had just taken place outside the cave.

Tang Sanzang frowned slightly upon hearing this, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, that female benefactor? Although she is a spirit, she helped us, showing kindness, which is truly commendable. However... fighting and killing are ultimately not the way of good. Wukong, since you know her, you should take the opportunity to advise her not to indulge in fighting, but to prioritize cultivating her mind and doing good."

Sun Wukong scratched his ear and chuckled, "Master, what you're saying won't work on me. She's a woman with her own ideas, sharp eyes, and a gun in her hand. She's just like the evil star behind her. Once she's made up her mind, not even ten oxen could pull her back."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Besides, that's their business; how can I interfere?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang sighed again and said no more. The two had already left the stone chamber when Pigsy came running in from the cave entrance, panting. Seeing Tang Sanzang, he rushed forward to help him up: "Master! Master, you're finally out! I was so worried!"

The three of them met up, exchanged a few words, and then walked out of the cave together.

Outside the cave, the battlefield was a scene of devastation. The lesser demons had long since scattered like birds and beasts, leaving behind only broken weapons and tattered banners. The rocky beach was completely empty.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, glanced around with his golden eyes, and slowly withdrew the corners of his mouth from his grin.

"Huh? Where's that little mouse?" He scratched his head, then stood on tiptoe and looked around at the surrounding hillsides. "Wasn't it just here talking to me, Old Sun, after we finished fighting? How come it's vanished in the blink of an eye?"