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

"Master!" Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot, his staff hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to strike or not.

The old man hid behind Tang Sanzang, crying even more miserably: "Holy Monk, save me! Holy Monk, save me! This villain killed my old wife, and now he wants to kill me too! Where is justice?!"

Pigsy stamped his feet in dismay: "Brother Monkey! Brother Monkey, calm down! What... what if this really is a mortal?!"

Sha Wujing stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Eldest brother, caution is paramount."

Looking at his master blocking his way, listening to the old man's piercing cries, and feeling the suspicious gazes of Pigsy and Sandy, Sun Wukong felt a surge of anger rush to his head, burning away his reason.

He abruptly retracted his golden cudgel and slammed it hard into the ground!

"Boom!" A shallow crater was smashed into the ground.

"Fine! Fine! You all don't believe me! You all think I, Old Sun, am a murderer who indiscriminately kills innocent people!" Sun Wukong's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage and grievance. "I'm leaving! You can take the scriptures yourselves!"

Having said that, he stopped looking at anyone, his figure transformed into a golden light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in an instant. He had really left in a huff!

"Wukong! Wukong!" Tang Sanzang called out urgently from behind, but there was no way to get him back. He looked at the empty sky, then at the blood-soaked corpse on the ground and the trembling old man behind him, and felt dizzy and his vision went black. He then fainted.

"Master!" Pigsy and Sandy were shocked and rushed forward to help him up.

The old man's eyes held a barely concealed smugness and greed, but his face remained sorrowful as he feigned concern, stepping forward to help him up: "Holy Monk! Holy Monk, what's wrong?"

On the cliff, Bai Yeying stared in disbelief.

The Great Sage left in anger.

She grabbed Nezha's arm angrily: "Third Prince! The Great Sage is gone! That monk was a real scoundrel. He should have been captured by the demon and given a good dressing down in the pot."

Nezha let her hold his arm, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic pilgrimage team below, and then glancing at the old man who was pretending to help but whose fingers were actually secretly reaching for Tang Sanzang's neck.

He didn't even flinch, displaying a leisurely, almost theatrical air: "That monkey hasn't gone far."

"Huh?" Bai Yeying was taken aback.

As if to prove his words, another strange event occurred below!

Just as the old man's fingertips were about to touch Tang Sanzang's skin, a golden light, like a shooting star from outer space, suddenly shot down from the clouds! Its speed far exceeded any previous one!

"Fairy! Prepare to die!"

With a thunderous roar from Sun Wukong, the golden cudgel struck first, hitting the old man on the top of his head!

With this strike, Sun Wukong held nothing back! The power gathered on his staff erupted with a deafening roar!

With a soft thud, there was no scream, no struggle.

The old man's head exploded like a watermelon, but instead of flesh and blood, it exploded into a cloud of grayish-white bone powder! Immediately afterward, his entire body rapidly withered and weathered away, turning into a stark white skeleton in an instant, which then scattered to the ground with a clatter.

The skull's empty eye sockets stare at the sky, its jaw agape, as if still bearing the lingering shock.

At the same time, a smaller skeleton appeared on the ground where the old woman's body had been and where the village woman had disappeared earlier; the three skeletons looked particularly jarring.

The demonic aura completely dissipated.

Tang Sanzang had just been woken up by Zhu Bajie pinching his philtrum. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a pile of white bones on the ground. He shuddered again in fright, but finally understood what was happening. Pointing at the skeletons, his voice trembled, "This...this is really a monster?"

Pigsy and Sandy also suddenly realized what was going on. Looking at the three skeletons and then at Sun Wukong, who was still angry and holding the golden cudgel, they felt both fear and shame.

"Brother Monkey! You...you figured it out a long time ago?" Pigsy asked sheepishly.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground: "Otherwise what? You'll only believe it after this White Bone Demon has gnawed Master down to the bone?"

He turned to Tang Sanzang, his tone hard but without his previous rage: "Master, do you see clearly now? Where did all these people in distress come from in this desolate wilderness? They are all transformed by this White Bone Demon, specifically to lure you in so they can eat your flesh and achieve immortality!"

Looking at the three shocking skeletons, and then at the slightly fluctuating aura of Sun Wukong due to his rapid movements and anger, Tang Sanzang felt a surge of guilt, recalling his own stubbornness and reprimands.

He stood up shakily and bowed deeply to Sun Wukong: "Wukong, I was wrong. I am but a mortal, unable to recognize demons, and I shouldn't have doubted you... You protected me with all your heart, but I... Alas!"

Seeing that his master genuinely admitted his mistake, Sun Wukong's expression softened slightly. He scratched his ear and his tone became gentler: "Never mind, never mind, it's good that you're alright, Master. Just remember my words next time: the journey to the West is fraught with danger, and you can't be soft-hearted."

"Yes, I understand." Tang Sanzang nodded repeatedly, still feeling lingering fear.

The turmoil had finally subsided for the time being. The master and his disciples composed themselves, buried the remains of the mortals who had appeared out of nowhere, performed a ritual to guide their souls to the afterlife, and then prepared to leave this place of trouble.

On the cliff, Bai Yeying watched that scene with some regret in her heart. How could the Great Sage have returned so quickly?

"I thought the Great Sage had really left! It turns out he was just using a trick to lure the White Bone Demon into revealing her true form."

Nezha then turned his gaze from below to the hand that was still gripping his arm, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Bai Yeying followed his gaze, quickly let go of his hand, her face showing embarrassment, and explained softly, "I...I didn't notice just now."

"How pathetic." Nezha snorted, it was unclear whether she meant her earlier gloating or her current embarrassment.

He stood up and said to her, "The show's over, it's time to go."

"Oh." Bai Yeying obediently responded, letting the Hun Tian Ling wrap around her waist.

A crimson light rose up and flew towards the direction of Trapped Sky Mountain.

On the way, Bai Yeying was still immersed in the plot she had just witnessed, and couldn't help but whisper to Nezha, "Third Prince, don't you think that White Bone Demon is very powerful? She can transform three times, and she almost angered the Great Sage and scared Tang Sanzang into fainting..."

"Impressive?" Nezha's tone was full of disdain. "Hiding and showing off, only good at playing mind games. If it were a direct confrontation, that monkey could annihilate her soul with a single blow."

"But she's very cunning!" Bai Yeying retorted. "If it weren't for the Great Sage's clever plan, Tang Sanzang might have been in real danger at the last moment."

Nezha glanced at her sideways and saw that her eyes were sparkling; she was clearly still savoring the moment. He suddenly asked, "If it were you, how would you deal with her?"

"Me?" Bai Yeying paused for a moment, then thought seriously for a second. "I might... not have the same sharp eyesight as the Great Sage. I might have believed it the first time I transformed into a village woman. But..."

Her eyes darted around, a sly glint in them: "I can learn from her! She can transform three times, so can I! She can deceive people, so can I... uh, deceive demons? In short, we can't fight head-on, we have to use our wits to overcome strength."

Nezha listened to her somewhat childish tactics and smiled slightly.

"Nonsense," he commented, without saying it was wrong.

Bai Yeying chuckled, unconcerned. Looking at the mountains rushing past below, she suddenly remembered something, turned to Nezha, and tentatively asked, "Third Prince, will there be more excitement next time?"

Nezha stared straight ahead, the night wind ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead. After a moment, he gave a faint reply: "Mm."