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

Having received no answer from Sun Rongrong, the group went to find Ning Chen.

"Brother Ning! Is the one possessing Rongrong the Third Prince Ao Lie? Did you summon the Third Prince?"

"Do we also have a chance to be possessed by gods in the later divine realms? Like Rongrong, becoming incredibly powerful?"

Wu Da rubbed his hands together, looking on with anticipation.

The others' eyes also lit up.

Ning Chen looked at his friends, their faces filled with hope.

He remembered the next few levels, and there were still Pigsy, Sandy, and others, so he sent him to subdue them.

Before being reincarnated, Pigsy was a Great Golden Immortal, and Sandy was at least a Golden Immortal as well.

It's a pity about Monkey King. If he could join, he would probably possess Monkey King's body.

However, if Monkey King had to submit to the Buddhist Heavenly Court in order to get the chance to possess someone, he would rather not have it!

Ning Chen nodded.

"Theoretically, it's definitely possible. When a deity possesses a body, they will find a suitable vessel to descend and assist them. This can also be considered a way to help us pass through the Divine Realm. Perhaps everyone will have a share in this later on."

Hearing Ning Chen say this, everyone couldn't help but get excited!

"yeah!"

"marvelous!"

"I feel like I'm possessed by a god! Just thinking about it makes me want to reward myself as a celebration!"

"Long live Brother Ning! Please put in a good word for me with the gods. I, Wu Dajin, can take any dirty or strenuous work! I can even cook!"

Tang Hao hesitated.

"But why would the Third Prince choose Rongrong? He's such a proud male dragon, there's no reason for him to choose to become a woman..."

Having served in the imperial court, Qian Quan understood these influential figures best.

"I suspect the Third Prince possessed Rongrong because last time at Eagle's Sorrow Stream, she was the only one who didn't pee all over him!"

"Hmm, that's possible. The Third Prince is very particular about cleanliness..."

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening, and they were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, regretting their actions!

If we had been more assertive back then and hadn't peed or played in the mud, the Third Prince might have chosen me!

Damn it, you spineless thing, why were you so useless back then!

At this moment, Lao Luo finished his interview and returned to the classroom, where he clapped his hands.

"Everyone, go back and rest. We'll return to the Divine Realm in a few days. Ning Chen, you stay here for a bit."

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Lao Luo approached Ning Chen and lowered his voice.

"Ning Chen... Teacher, I feel uneasy. Something's wrong. Tell me honestly, am I possessed by some strange curse, like the kind that makes me more likely to attract monsters?"

As a former martial arts saint and grandmaster, Lao Luo had some premonitions of future dangers.

It's normal for him to have a premonition.

Ning Chen thought about it and realized that Lao Luo's existence was indeed indispensable. If he didn't become Tang Sanzang, then others would have to be captured by monsters.

Among these friends, Lao Luo is the most robust and resilient.

If it were someone timid, like Wu Dajin, they might have been scared to death before the monster even ate them.

"Teacher Luo, it's hard to say whether there's a curse or not, but from another perspective, you seem more like a chosen one!"

Luo looked completely bewildered.

"A chosen one? What does that mean?"

"It means..."

Ning Chen explained in a very serious tone.

"You are the key figure in the entire Journey to the West Divine Realm. The brocade cassock appeared because of you, Guanyin Bodhisattva's decree was initiated because of you, Elder Jinchi's plan was determined by you, and the Black Bear Spirit's target when he descended the mountain was you. Simply put, without your existence, Teacher, this Journey to the West Divine Realm might not be able to continue..."

After hearing this, Lao Luo was completely stunned.

A few seconds later, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Lao Luo slowly straightened his back, exuding an aura of "I knew it would be like this."

Old Luo forcefully suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, patted Ning Chen on the shoulder, and said loudly.

"I understand, you mean the teacher is the protagonist of the divine realm, right?"

Um...is that what I meant? Professor Luo, aren't you a little too confident?

Before Ning Chen could reply, Lao Luo's eyes shone with boundless confidence.

"That's right, only the protagonist goes through so many hardships before finally growing into a great hero!"

Ning Chen's lips twitched slightly. "Teacher Luo, I was talking about the chosen one, not the protagonist!"

Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing that Teacher Luo thinks this way.

Lao Luo clenched his fists, exuding an indomitable spirit.

"Ning Chen, and all your classmates, don't worry! I understand. I am the pillar of strength in your group, the lonely lighthouse illuminating your path forward!"

"Teacher will work hard to cultivate and improve his strength, so that those monsters will tremble at the sight of me and be terrified!"

Ning Chen's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Teacher Luo is awesome! Keep it up, Teacher Luo..."

.......

Ning Chen and the others rested briefly on Blue Star.

With Fangcun Mountain on his mind, he returned to the first level of the Journey to the West Divine Realm early on.

The moment he stepped into the painting, his soul traversed countless layers of time and space, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the disciples' quarters of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave on the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Ning Chen stepped out of the cottage, stretched, and gazed at the distant, towering peaks shrouded in mist. The familiar, pure and ethereal energy of the square inch of land seeped into his heart and calmed his mind.

He then headed towards the ancestral master's cave. He had not returned empty-handed; he had prepared a multi-layered lacquered wooden food box, meticulously crafted by a top craftsman from Blue Star.

The box is decorated with gold and inlaid with jade, and is divided into nine layers, each with its own ingenious design, featuring more or less exquisite compartments.

Inside the box were various exquisite pastries and snacks from Blue Star that he had specially collected and brought.

Crispy and sweet peach shortbread, soft and delicious mung bean cake, crystal shrimp dumplings, savory and flavorful barbecued pork buns, and fragrant Portuguese egg tarts.

Many of the snacks are earthly delicacies that even immortals like the Patriarch might not have tasted.

It's not about the price, but about the novelty and the sentiment behind it.

Ning Chen walked briskly to the entrance of the Ancestral Master's secluded cave. Just as he was about to announce his arrival, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The cave entrance was ajar, and the interior was shrouded in a layer of golden light. The patriarch's boundless Daoist aura seemed even stronger than usual.

Ning Chen had excellent eyesight. He keenly spotted a hazy figure deep within the cave, which was rapidly fading away from reality.

The figure was formed from starlight and moonlight, with an ethereal and lofty aura. Seven-colored light seemed to flow around its body, and it could be vaguely seen stepping on a nine-tiered lotus platform.

Before its form completely vanished, the figure seemed to turn its head and glance at Ning Chen at the entrance of the cave.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a hint of worldly wisdom, and a half-smile played at the corners of his lips.

The moment their eyes met, Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat, as if some supreme being had gently brushed against his soul.

With just a glance, Ning Chen felt as if he had been seen through completely!

But in the next instant, the figure vanished completely, as if it had never existed, leaving only the increasingly cold spiritual aura within the cave and the figure of the patriarch sitting upright on the cloud bed.

Ning Chen's heart stirred slightly. He had been a disciple of the sect for several years, but he had never seen anyone visit the patriarch.

He recognized the figure; it was likely someone of considerable importance.

"Is this Wu Chen? Come in and speak with me!"

The patriarch's voice echoed...