The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Boom!

The rats became agitated.

It surged in like a torrent.

Interspersed with ear-piercing squeaking sounds.

A pair of eyes gleamed with a greedy, cold red light.

"Hehe~! Today I'll show you little mice what Grandpa Sun is all about!"

The monkey, impatient, made the first move.

With a flick of his wrist and agility, the firewood-carrying stick seemed to come alive in his hands, moving with effortless grace and control.

With a flourish of his golden fan staff, he charged out in extreme excitement.

The first few large rats that rushed forward were thrown away by the iron bar, crashing into the hard cave wall, instantly breaking bones and splattering blood everywhere.

Cloud Staff, Waist Staff, Ball Flower, Starry Sky, Flying Dragon Emerging from the Clouds, Swimming Dragon Shuttle, Cutting Through Thorns and Brambles, Left and Right Hand Switching, Golden Fan Staff Throwing, Golden Fan Left Turn...

Sun Wukong unleashed a multitude of staff-wielding combos and masterful staff techniques.

He is a born warrior, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents.

Despite it being his first time using the staff technique against an enemy, facing a life-or-death crisis, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he fought with increasing courage and skill, as if he had been immersed in the staff technique for a hundred years.

The method is simple and effective, without any fancy tricks.

Their movements were fluid, and their attacks were well-organized.

Each time they made a move, several large rats were either killed or injured.

The firewood-carrying stick in his hands was like an indestructible divine weapon; even when surrounded by a torrent and endless rats, he remained unharmed.

No large rat ever crossed his iron bar.

Where the stick points, the rats perish.

The round-faced, chubby chicken followed closely behind, weaving through the cave like a fighter jet, dodging left and right, tilting up and down.

While dodging the giant rats that jumped down from the top of the cave to attack him, he seized the opportunity to finish off the injured giant rats during the gaps in Sun Wukong's attacks.

They were just as excited as ordinary people.

He licked his lips, and a wisp of white smoke rose from his body, releasing the aura he had been suppressing.

The sudden and intense scent of the predator caused the rats to become agitated. The hundreds of rats that were closest and most aggressive were terrified and collapsed to the ground like rag dolls, even defecating and urinating.

But the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

With many rats, their courage naturally grows stronger.

After only a moment's hesitation, they attacked again.

But this gap is enough time to kill a batch of giant rats as usual.

As the white smoke dissipated, the immortal vanished as if an ordinary person had disappeared, replaced by a snake about three zhang long, pure white with scales the size of a bowl, looking like the finest mutton-fat jade.

The long snake shook its head and swayed its tail, flicking its tongue as it stared at its prey, its sapphire-like eyes gleaming coldly.

Without hesitation, he charged into the swarm of rats, sometimes whipping his tail to kill many large rats, sometimes coiling and strangling many large rats, and sometimes spewing out cold mist to freeze the paralyzed swarm.

Judging from the eerie blue light emanating from the icy fog, this poisonous fog is clearly toxic, and extremely so, as evidenced by the fact that those large rats that died instantly upon contact with it.

Occasionally, it would open its mouth and swallow a large rat to fill its belly.

He was invincible, slaughtering the rats with abandon.

By the time the rats realized what was happening, hundreds of large rats had already died tragically, and the burrow was filled with blood.

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My comrades are awesome.

Chang Shou was not to be outdone.

He rarely felt a surge of passion, recalling the tumultuous years he spent fighting with young men from neighboring villages over water in his village in Chixian County.

Back then, he was fighting three against one.

Although he is old now, his ambition remains undiminished. He is still vigorous despite his age and considers them nothing more than mice that cannot be exposed to the light of day, which he can easily eliminate with a wave of his hand.

Changshou thought this way, and he did this way.

He was filled with fighting spirit, and walked forward with his staff in hand, the cave filled with mist as he waved his hand.

With a flick of his finger, he sent several poison pills into the water mist. The poison pills evaporated upon contact with the water, and the water mist instantly turned into a poisonous fog, filled with a dense green light.

Changshou is like the legendary Lord of the Clouds, controlling water and mist. Wherever he goes, rats suffer heavy casualties. No rat can break through the poisonous mist, let alone get close to Changshou.

Despite being a hundred years old, he slaughtered countless rats in a massive swarm.

He would occasionally take out poison pills to recharge the poison mist, and as he looked at the horribly injured giant rats, Chang Shou stroked his whiskers and smiled, his heart brimming with pride.

"Don't think that the elderly are easy to bully."

He was also very satisfied with his performance.

Overjoyed, Chang Shou looked at the white snake with a touch of gratitude.

These poison pills were precisely those refined by ordinary immortals.

Although they were only disciples of the Bodhi Patriarch, the three immortals who remained in the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave each had their own strengths.

Zhenli is skilled in incense making and tea making.

Xing Wu was not skilled in ink painting.

He was always skilled at alchemy and poison making.

Changshou planted poisonous herbs for Ruchang for a year, and in return, he received some poison pills and powders that Ruchang had refined.

Chang Shou accepted this situation well.

Given my low cultivation level and limited combat skills, poison is an effective means of protecting myself and upholding my principles.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

This scene reminded Chang Shou of a prudent novel he had read in his previous life, which featured a reckless poison master surnamed Wan and a deadly poison master whose name was somewhat similar to his own.

The poison is indeed extremely deadly.

In the future, I can stockpile more poison pills, collect some poison formulas, and research some ingenious methods of using poison.

Squeak!

The increasingly fierce attacks forced Changshou to rein in his divergent thinking.

He focused on the fight, expanding the area covered by the poisonous fog.

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Sun Wukong cleared the way.

Like an ordinary person being attacked and killed by an immortal.

The round-faced, chubby chicken added insult to injury.

The area is shrouded in a toxic fog.

With four layers of protection, the horde of rats quickly scattered, leaving behind mountains of corpses and rivers of blood in the burrow.

They continued to move forward.

The killing terrified even the biggest rats.

The rats were terrified by the killing.

Changshou saw those rat spirits from last night.

Sun Wukong took the lead and killed one with his staff.

Like an ordinary person, the immortal opened his mouth, bit off one, and swallowed it whole.

Changshou used poisonous mist to kill one of them.

However, the rat swarm had been entrenched in Huangfengling for many years, possessing formidable strength and terrifying numbers.

One group was killed, and another group quickly surged in.

Relying solely on them will eventually lead to their demise.

Fortunately, they had made preparations in advance to prevent this worst-case scenario, which is why Changshou sought help from the True Immortal and invited the Ordinary Immortal.

The rats seemed impossible to eradicate completely.

A three-zhang-long snake opened its blood-red maw.

A large number of brightly colored snakes swam out.

Hundreds and thousands, densely packed and terrifying.

Like an ordinary immortal triggering a swarm of snakes.

Enemies attacked in droves, and the snake tide surged like waves.

The bloodthirsty rats froze instantly, and the many large rats were frightened again. Even the last few rat spirits who were secretly directing the rat swarm were afraid.

The two torrents collided quickly.

The advantage of a swarm of rats lies in their inexhaustibility.

Snake swarms have the advantage of natural predators.

The two waves of frenzy are temporarily evenly matched.

Upon witnessing this scene, a glint of light flashed in Chang Shou's cloudy old eyes.

Before leaving, the True Immortal said:

"As usual, Junior Brother has the help of his clan."

Now it seems that's how it is.

No wonder he entrusted this matter to a mortal like Ruchang; truly, professional matters should be handled by professional snakes.

As if an ordinary person were being given divine assistance.

I can't hold them back either.

Chang Shou, with overwhelming momentum, threw out more poison powder and pills, expanding the range of the poisonous fog until it covered an area of ​​three zhang in radius, reaching his limit, before he stopped increasing his firepower.

Sun Wukong also grew stronger with each battle.

Seeing how his senior brother Ruchang summoned his clansmen for help, a mixture of envy and impatience appeared on his hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed face.

He also wanted to pluck a single hair and conjure ten thousand monkeys.