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

Seeing her excited expression, Nezha subtly beckoned with his fingertips. The Hun Tian Ling understood, wrapping around her wrist and gently pulling her closer.

"Stay close, there are too many people and too many eyes in the city, don't lose your way."

Bai Yeying blinked at his words and retorted softly, "I'm not a child, how could I lose it?"

"Oh." Nezha raised an eyebrow and looked at her with his phoenix eyes.

Bai Yeying understood something, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, gently shaking it, her almond-shaped eyes filled with laughter: "I will definitely follow you closely, never leaving your side."

Nezha lowered his eyes, looking at the hand that was clutching his sleeve. It was fair and slender, with rounded nails that had a faint pink tinge. His Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly, but he ultimately just uttered a soft "hmm."

Here, the king had changed into an old monk's robe, and then smeared some incense ash on his face. He blended in with Tang Sanzang and his disciples, and was not particularly conspicuous.

Nezha did not travel with them, but instead flew towards the capital of Wuji Kingdom with Bai Yeying.

Before long, the capital of Wuji Kingdom gradually came into view. The city walls were tall, and the banners fluttered, showing the considerable national strength of this small kingdom in the Western Regions. People came and went at the city gate, making it quite lively.

With Bai Yeying in tow, Nezha flashed over the city wall and landed in an alley inside the city.

"Conceal your aura," Nezha whispered, then quietly concealed his awe-inspiring divine light, leaving only the handsome appearance of an ordinary young man. However, his overall demeanor still seemed out of place in this mortal world.

Bai Yeying did as instructed, completely concealing her aura, appearing as an excessively beautiful young girl. She curiously looked around: "Where are we going now? Straight to the palace?"

"No rush." ​​Nezha crossed his arms, leaned against the wall at the alley entrance, and looked towards the palace in the distance. "Let the monkey make a scene first. Then we can go up to a high place and watch."

As he spoke, he glanced at a restaurant next door. The restaurant was built facing the street and was the tallest building in the vicinity, offering excellent views from its top floor.

"Let's go." Nezha strode towards the restaurant.

The two went up to the top floor of the restaurant and found a private room by the window. Nezha casually tossed a small piece of silver to the innkeeper, who immediately beamed with joy. Fine tea and snacks were served in a steady stream, and the innkeeper thoughtfully opened all the windows facing the street before bowing and retreating, not daring to disturb them.

Bai Yeying leaned against the window, half her body hanging out, excitedly gazing towards the palace. From this angle, she could see the palace's vermilion walls and golden glazed tile roofs, the wide square in front of the palace gates, and the brightly armored guards standing there.

"How will the Great Sage and his men get in? Will they just fight their way in?" she murmured to herself, resting her chin on her hand.

Nezha sat opposite her, picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and slowly sipped. Mortal tea was naturally inferior to the celestial tea of ​​the Heavenly Palace, but his mind was not on the tea at the moment.

His gaze lingered more on the figure by the window.

The young girl leaned out of the window, the morning breeze ruffling the stray hairs at her temples and the hem of her white dress. Her eyes were bright, full of anticipation and curiosity, as if what was about to unfold was not a battle to subdue demons, but an interesting drama.

So vibrant, so...carefree.

Nezha lowered his eyelashes, his fingertips tracing the warm rim of the cup. He recalled that many years ago, he seemed to have been in a similar state, full of interest in everything, feeling that the world was vast and there was nowhere he couldn't go.

But later...

"They're here! They're here!" Bai Yeying suddenly lowered her voice and waved excitedly at him, her eyes fixed on the direction of the palace gate. "Third Prince, look! It's the Great Sage and the others!"

Nezha looked up.

Outside the palace gates, Tang Sanzang and his disciples, along with the resurrected King of Wuji Kingdom, were confronting the guards.

Sun Wukong was clearly impatient with the questioning. He slammed his golden cudgel on the ground and said something. The guard's expression changed drastically, and he quickly went in to report.

Before long, a commotion arose inside the palace gates, and two teams of guards poured out, lining both sides. A king dressed in royal robes and wearing a golden crown, whose face bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to the real king, slowly walked out, surrounded by palace attendants.

It was transformed from the blue-maned lion under the seat of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

The fake king's gaze swept over Tang Sanzang and his disciples, lingering for a moment on Sun Wukong, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, quickly replaced by arrogance. He coughed, adopting an air of superiority: "Who dares to make a scene before the palace? And with that 'uh-huh'?"

His gaze fell on the true king, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face showed undisguised horror, but he immediately suppressed it and shouted sternly, "Where did this demon come from, daring to transform into my likeness and swindle people here! Guards, seize him now!"

The real king, seeing the demon who had killed him and seized his kingdom, pointed at the fake king, trembling with rage: "You sorcerer! You took my life and stole my land; today I will make you pay for this!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward, blocking the real king's path. His golden cudgel pointed at the fake king, and he chuckled, "Demon, stop acting. I, Old Sun, have fiery eyes and recognize your true form. If you know what's good for you, reveal your true form, and I, Old Sun, might spare your life. If you don't..."

With a flick of his wrist, his golden cudgel hummed, unleashing an invisible wave of energy that forced the front-row guards to retreat repeatedly: "This old Sun's cudgel hasn't had a good time in ages!"

The fake king, the blue-haired lion, darkened his expression. Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he abandoned his pretense. A gust of demonic wind rose from his body, billowing his royal robes, and his face began to contort, vaguely revealing the outline of a lion's head, fangs bared. He growled, "Sun Wukong! Mind your own business! Leave immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Sun Wukong picked at his ear and sneered, "I'd like to see how you're going to be impolite! Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden cudgel had already smashed down on the green-haired lion's head!

The green-haired lion was prepared, and Sun Wukong's staff only shattered the demon's illusion. Knowing he was no match, the lion transformed into a streak of green light and fled in panic, heading straight for the treacherous Yunhou Mountain.

Sun Wukong was not about to give up, so he chased after him on his somersault cloud. The wind howled through the air, startling all the birds and beasts along the way.

Bai Yeying was anxious and tugged at Nezha's sleeve: "Third Prince, hurry and follow them to see!"

Nezha didn't want to get involved in this chase, but seeing her staring at him expectantly, he started to follow her at his own pace, his Wind Fire Wheels spinning at his will.

They chased it to a desolate mountain, where they saw the lion demon, in a panic, plunge headlong into the thick fog.

Sun Wukong followed closely behind, only to find the lion demon was gone. His fiery eyes scanned the surroundings, and he frowned: "This is bad."

Instantly, he somersaulted towards the palace. How could the lion demon compare to the somersault cloud? Soon, Sun Wukong caught up, raising his golden cudgel high, just as he was about to bring it down...

The monster blew out a thick fog, which churned and obscured the view inside. Soon the fog parted to the sides, revealing two Tang Sanzangs!

The same brocade cassock, the same nine-ringed staff, the same bald, fair-skinned head, and the same kind and gentle eyes. Even the faint sandalwood scent emanating from them was exactly the same.

Both Tang Sanzangs were surprised and exclaimed in unison, "Wukong, he's a demon!"

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel froze in mid-air, his fiery eyes wide open, scanning his two masters, but he only saw a hazy Buddhist light and pure aura, unable to discern the slightest flaw! He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but he dared not bring down the golden cudgel.

Pigsy arrived carrying his rake, and upon seeing the scene, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Oh my Buddha! Why are there two masters here? What... what should we do?"