I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

The black bear spirit prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face. His huge bear head pounded against the ground, his voice hoarse and desperate, reduced to the most instinctive cries for survival.

"Hmph! You fickle and capricious fickle devil! Spare your life, and you'll only bring more trouble!"

Meanwhile, the little white dragon was already seething with anger.

The thought that he, the third prince of the dragon clan, had been swallowed by this black wretch was an unbearable humiliation.

His eyebrows furrowed, his phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a flick of his silver spear, it transformed into a chilling gleam, ready to strike the black bear demon's vital point!

"Wait a minute!"

With a gentle flick of her sleeve, Guanyin Bodhisattva unleashed an irresistible force that deflected the spear tip.

The little white dragon was puzzled and asked anxiously.

"Bodhisattva! This fickle creature is vicious, cunning, and unpredictable. What use is there in keeping him alive?"

The Bodhisattva shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the black bear spirit who lay limp and lifeless on the ground.

"Amitabha Buddha, killing is easy, but saving is difficult. Although this beast is wild and difficult to tame, it has some spiritual roots and cultivation. The purple bamboo forest behind Mount Luojia is vast and lacks a guardian deity. Today, I will take it back to Mount Luojia to guard the mountain gate and atone for its sins. I hope that it can cultivate its mind and nature in the future and protect the peace of this place."

Upon hearing this, the White Dragon was unwilling, but since the Bodhisattva's decree had been issued, he had no choice but to reluctantly put away his gun and said fiercely.

"Consider yourself lucky, you black bastard!"

Seeing that their king, the Black Bear Spirit, had been subdued, the lesser demons in the cave had already scattered like monkeys after the tree fell, disappearing without a trace to fend for themselves!

"It's over, the King has been subdued by the Bodhisattva!"

"Run!"

"I haven't received my salary this month yet!"

"What do I need a salary for? My demon life is more important!"

The Bodhisattva did not stop her, and then slightly opened her mouth and gently exhaled.

A beam of clear light flew out of her mouth, landed, and transformed into a human form—Ning Chen.

He stretched his limbs and nodded slightly to the Bodhisattva.

"The Bodhisattva's magical powers are boundless; subduing the Black Bear Demon is as easy as turning one's hand!"

The Bodhisattva nodded slightly.

"Benefactor Ning, your wisdom is unparalleled. This humble monk merely followed the plan. Now that this matter is settled, you may go to the rear to rescue your teacher!"

Ning Chen moved swiftly, following the scent, and found the stone chamber where Luo Zhantian was imprisoned.

Teacher Luo was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with food laid out in front of him.

A plump roasted chicken was reduced to half a skeleton, and a jar of fine wine was empty. Old Luo was gnawing on a chicken leg with one hand, his mouth dripping with oil, while his other hand was stuffing some unknown wild fruit into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.

As Lao Luo ate, tears streamed down his face.

"Waaaaah... These damned monsters, I'll die a full-bodied ghost, stuffing my belly with poop, and stinking you all to death!"

Ning Chen's lips twitched involuntarily, and he called out softly in a helpless voice.

"Ahem... Teacher Luo, it's time to get going!"

On the road?

"What's the rush? Let me finish this chicken first..."

Lao Luo suddenly looked up.

When he realized that the person standing at the door was not a monster, but Ning Chen, his eyes widened in surprise.

He was first bewildered, then his expression turned to disbelief, and finally he was quickly overwhelmed with embarrassment!

"Pfft, cough cough cough!"

Luo quickly spat out the food in his mouth and pointed at Ning Chen.

"How did you get in? And... what about the black bear spirit?"

Ning Chen suppressed a laugh and stepped forward.

"The Black Bear Spirit has been subdued by the Bodhisattva and has become the guardian deity of the mountain. Teacher, you have suffered. Let's go."

"Subdued... in such a short time?"

Old Luo was still a little dazed when he saw the teasing expression on Ning Chen's face, and his old face turned red for once.

"Ahem... well... teacher, I'm just... conserving my energy! I'm planning to eat and drink my fill before fighting that black bear demon to the death!"

"Yes, yes, teacher, if you unleash the Vajra Palm, that black bear demon definitely won't be able to withstand it."

Ning Chen casually agreed, and the two walked out of the Black Wind Cave, seeing the light of day again.

Outside the cave, Guanyin Bodhisattva had summoned auspicious clouds and was preparing to depart!

The enormous black bear spirit followed quietly behind her, its hands clasped together, looking like a virtuous and dignified bear, without a trace of its former ferocity.

Ning Chen couldn't help but wonder, if I were to recite that binding spell right now, what would happen to this black bear?

The little white dragon walked up to Ning Chen, glared at him fiercely, and warned him in a low voice.

"Now that things are settled, I'm quite exhausted. I'll head back to rest first, Ning Chen!"

The little white dragon glared at Ning Chen, baring its snow-white teeth.

"Don't forget what you promised me! If you dare break your promise... the next time we meet will be your death day!"

The white dragon, using Sun Rongrong's body, made expressions and issued threats that were not frightening at all, but rather full of embarrassment and annoyance, and even a little cute.

Ning Chen found it amusing, but remained calm and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Brother Ao, rest assured, Ning Chen will naturally remember what he promised."

He said nice things, but his mind was already racing.

You just wait, Little White Dragon, when I get back I'll come after you!

The dignified Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King possessed countless elixirs and miraculous medicines in his household. He was a true immortal five hundred years ago, and he is still a true immortal five hundred years later.

Have you wasted all these years?

Even the Celestial Hound is stronger than you!

When I return to the first level of the Journey to the West Divine Realm this time, I will definitely give you a good beating!

Alchemy, body tempering, enlightenment—all sorts of methods were used on you!

If I don't cultivate you, you arrogant little dragon king, to the Golden Immortal realm, I'll write the word "I'd rather" backwards!

Watching the little white dragon leave Sun Rongrong's body, transforming into a streak of silver light and disappearing into the sky!

Sun Rongrong let out a soft moan and fell asleep immediately!

Ning Chen quickly helped her up and gently placed her on the ground. Then he turned his gaze to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the two stared at each other, the atmosphere freezing in that instant...

Seeing that Guanyin Bodhisattva was trying to remain calm and pretend to be confused so that she could run away with the black bear spirit, Ning Chen had no choice but to cup his hands in greeting.

"Please wait, Bodhisattva!"

Ning Chen's handsome face wore a sincere smile.

"There is still one thing I do not understand, and I would like to ask the Bodhisattva to enlighten me."

Guanyin Bodhisattva paused slightly on her lotus throne, her serene eyes looking at Ning Chen, signaling him to continue.

Ning Chen coughed lightly and said loudly.

"Disciple remembers that before subduing this black bear demon, the Bodhisattva said, 'If you can subdue this black bear demon on your own, I will give you a treasure.' Now that this black scoundrel has submitted to the Buddha, I wonder if the treasure promised by the Bodhisattva still stands?"

Ning Chen said with a half-smile.

"Could it be that the noble Bodhisattva was too busy and forgot in the rush?"

The cloud fell silent for a moment.

The black bear spirit lowered his head, not daring to breathe. This brat dared to bargain with the Bodhisattva; he was dead!

The Bodhisattva's face, as perfect as jade, seemed to ripple with emotion.

She certainly remembered, but what she said was that Ning Chen relied on his own strength.

This little rascal certainly contributed to subduing the Black Bear Demon by devising strategies, but it was she and the White Dragon who actually did the work.

The Bodhisattva wanted to explain, but felt it would be beneath his dignity.

Never mind, in the end, she was at fault for making things this far.

As a dignified Bodhisattva who observes the world, she cannot go back on her word!

They also subdued a black bear spirit, which can be considered a small gain.

Guanyin Bodhisattva remained silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the emerald green willow branch shimmering with spiritual light in the jade vase in her hand.

She stretched out her slender fingers and carefully plucked a willow leaf, brimming with vitality, from the tip of the willow tree.