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In the vast Five Elements Continent, a terrifying aura suddenly descended upon countless cultivators in Zhongzhou, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing. Their bodies became stiff and unresponsive, frozen in place. At the same time, the Ancestors of various Cultivation Sects and powerful Loose Cultivators across the Five Elements Continent opened their eyes in fear, all gazing towards the direction of Buddha's Palm Mountain, too afraid to speak.
In a certain area of the Eastern Region's Hundred Thousand Desolate Mountains, a White-Haired Elder clad in a robe looked towards Central Continent Buddha Palm Mountain, murmuring to himself, "It has been five hundred years. That giant ape that descended from the heavens crushed my senior brother with a single finger. What kind of existence is he?"
In another part of the Southern Domain Sky-reaching Forest, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair, dressed in a Purple Cloud Battle Robe, stood atop a Sky-Connecting Giant Tree, frowning as he gazed into the distance. He muttered to himself, "Is this existence the reason my father forbade me from invading Zhongzhou back then?"
In a certain location within the Boundless Desert of the Western Region, an emaciated Old Crone walked unsteadily, holding a peculiar staff in her hand. She screeched, "Finally leaving! There are no more threats. I have waited five hundred years without daring to Transcend Tribulation; Zhongzhou must pay the price!"
In a place within the Northern Extreme Icefield, a somewhat enchanting woman dressed in black was lost in thought as she stared at murals on the wall inside an Ice Ancient Cave. Oblivious to the aura she sensed around her, she addressed a Handsome Man depicted in the mural, asking, "Have you really Ascended to Immortality? Why haven't you come to find me?"
At that moment, Zhao Yang, who was meditating on his bed, felt his heart race as he sensed violent tremors from the earth, seemingly emanating from Buddha's Palm Mountain.
"What’s happening? Is it because of my master or my sister? No, that dead monkey tricked me!"
Suddenly realizing something, Zhao Yang felt as if an important presence had vanished from the air around him. He hurriedly dashed outside and saw Zhao Tianlang and He Qing emerging from their house.
"Zhao Yang, what’s going on? Is this an earthquake?"
Zhao Yang replied anxiously, "My master is leaving!" With that, he summoned his True Qi and surged towards Buddha's Palm Mountain like a Flood Dragon breaking through water.
"Father, Mother, don’t worry! My sister and I will be fine. Just wait for us at home."
Half a Incense Stick later, Zhao Yang arrived at the foot of Buddha's Palm Mountain and witnessed the chaotic winds dying down and thunder dissipating where Sun Wukong had been suppressed. A massive foot that resembled a mountain vanished into the crimson clouds.
"Wow, amazing! The big monkey is so amazing!" The little girl, Zhao Yu, squatted beside the wall of Cave Heaven Mountain, clapping her hands excitedly and giggling non-stop. "Brother, the big monkey said he can fly up to the sky and pick cotton candy for me."
Zhao Yang looked at his carefree sister with exasperation and shouted in the direction where Sun Wukong had disappeared, "You dead monkey! How dare you trick me and leave without a word! You promised to give me the Treasure, and you haven't delivered yet! You stinky monkey! You filthy monkey! You miser!"
Zhao Yang cursed Sun Wukong dozens of times in one breath, and before he knew it, his eyes turned red and his nose felt sour as he murmured, "Disciple hasn't even bowed to you yet, Master."
Watching the red clouds in the sky about to vanish, Zhao Yang suddenly recalled some legends he had seen in his past life about the true and false Sun Wukong. In those tales, the true and false Wukong confronted Buddha. The false Wukong was exposed by Buddha and trapped under a golden bowl, allowing the true Wukong to take the opportunity to defeat him. From then on, the true Wukong became obedient to Tang Seng. Some believed that the monkey who was killed was the real Sun Wukong because his character was too unruly for higher deities to control. He shouted at the last trace of red cloud, "Master, if one day you encounter a monkey that looks just like you, make sure not to argue with it in front of Buddha. You might fall because of that. Learn from Disciple's method; if you can't win in a fair fight, then resort to assassination!"
The red clouds in the sky trembled violently in response. Zhao Yang knew that Sun Wukong must have heard him, which comforted him greatly. He looked around at the Cave Heaven Mountain valley where he had spent years with his master and then at the surrounding flora and fauna. Without saying much more, he took his shouting sister Zhao Yu by the hand and turned to leave the valley.
As they departed, Zhao Yang did not notice three golden strands of Monkey Hair drifting out from the last disappearing trace of red cloud. One of these strands was a brilliant gold with a hint of rainbow shimmer that made the void tremble slightly. The three strands seemed to have consciousness as they floated in the air following the siblings until they caught up with Zhao Yang and quietly merged into the tips of his hair at the back of his neck.
Zhao Yang returned home with his sister and explained everything to Zhao Tianlang and He Qing before preparing to go back inside to continue his cultivation. He was currently at the peak of Qi Refinement Stage Level Two. Although his physical body had reached Great Achievement, he still felt uncertain about facing the entire Zhao Family tomorrow. He had thought that with Master Sun Wukong around, even if he encountered danger, he would be rescued in time. But now that Sun Wukong had truly left their world, a certain Spirit Energy in the surrounding air had become incredibly thin due to his departure—almost negligible. From now on, his fate rested in his own hands; everything depended on him alone. The Zhao Family had countless experts, and he remembered feeling powerless three years ago when facing their upper echelons.
At that moment, a snotty-nosed kid from the village ran over from a distance shouting, "Auntie! Uncle Zhao! Is Brother Zhao Yang home? Hurry up and save my dad!"
He Qing asked, "Chubby Kid, what happened to your dad?"
"My dad! My dad came back sick after fishing at Donghe yesterday! My mom found a doctor who gave him medicine, but as soon as he woke up, he went into a rage! He didn't recognize anyone—even my mom and me! The Fortune Teller said it might be a river ghost haunting him; it wants to take my dad as a substitute for reincarnation! My uncle and second uncle couldn't overpower my dad either! The Fortune Teller told me to find Brother Zhao Yang because he’s full of vigor; even ghosts are afraid of him!"
Hearing Chubby Kid's words, Zhao Tianlang and He Qing turned to look at Zhao Yang at the door and asked, "Zhao Yang, have you learned how to catch ghosts from your master?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied, "I haven't learned how to catch ghosts specifically. However, I suspect it's mostly not a ghost; my master's aura has covered this area for miles around before. Ghosts wouldn't dare come near. I'll go take a look at what's going on."
He Qing looked worried and said, "There won't be any trouble, will there, Zhao Yang? I've been feeling uneasy these past few days. I think..."
"Don't worry, Mother. I'll go take a look and be right back. This little matter won't be a problem for me," Zhao Yang reassured his mother. He turned to the Chubby Kid and said, "Lead the way."
Zhao Yang followed the Chubby Kid as he ran swiftly to his house. Upon arriving, they found that the villagers had already gathered, blocking the entrance to Fatty's home. When the crowd saw Fatty leading Zhao Yang over, they quickly parted to make way, calling out, "Zhao Yang is here! Zhao Yang is here! Now Fatty is saved!"
"That's right! Zhao Yang is our village's lucky star, the reincarnation of the Star Official. No matter what little ghosts or river spirits there are, they all have to give him face."
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