Chapter 35: A Flying White Horse? Impossible!

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Such a major event had occurred at the farm that it could be said to have caused a sensation across all of Beichuan. Now, in the age of internet media and instant information, it took nothing more than the blink of an eye for any event to be transmitted thousands of miles away, even across the globe.

Naturally, the Xuan Sect Society in Yan Capital had also become aware of the situation at Chu Xiaoyu’s farm. The very purpose of the Xuan Sect Society was to protect the Earth. Anything related to the metaphysical that surpassed the boundaries of scientific understanding fell within their scope of study. ET, OFU, immortality arts, cultivators—over the years, the members of Xuan Sect Society had tirelessly pursued and collected all manner of strange and varied information from around the world.

In Phoenix Village, Dongdu of Beichuan, for over a month now, news from that farm had kept the society in a state of excitement. Tang Ao was particularly thrilled. However, Bai Feng and Kunbu, who had interacted directly with Chu Xiaoyu, were left rather stricken. They had encountered bizarre phenomena at the farm that defied scientific explanation and had been quite unnerved in their investigations. Upon returning to Yan Capital, the two found themselves in poor spirits and had been largely offline ever since.

Tang Ao had no choice but to give Bai Feng and Kunbu a short break, urging them to rest and regain their composure and mental well-being. They were the right- and left-hand men of the society, indispensable aides; their absence would be a serious setback. For the time being, further research into the farm had to be put on hold.

At the farm, Chu Xiaoyu and the White Dragon Horse shared an extraordinary rapport. The horse had been imbued with Chu Xiaoyu’s mental power, so that man and steed communicated as if by telepathy; a single glance sufficed for the horse to understand. Truly, this was no ordinary animal but a celestial steed from the Heavenly Palace, a unique creature unmatched in the mortal world.

The more one sought to keep a secret, the more elusive secrecy became. On the day the media came to interview Chu Xiaoyu, a young reporter, pressed by an urgent need, slipped past Chu Xiaoyu’s notice and sneaked into the estate. By sheer accident, the reporter stumbled upon the peerless white steed—the White Dragon Horse.

In that instant, the reporter was stunned, his bodily urgency forgotten. As a field correspondent for a national travel program, he had seen all kinds of landscapes, but never had he laid eyes on a horse like this—an ethereal white horse, noble and rare, as if descended from a fairyland.

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The White Dragon Horse, strolling leisurely across the estate, suddenly soared into the air. “The white horse… flew…” the young reporter exclaimed, before fainting clean away.

A flying white horse? Impossible!

To this day, the reporter had no recollection of how he left the farm. His memory was a blank, as if cut from the reel, no matter how he tried to recall what had happened—a bizarre and unsettling experience indeed. Little did he know that, as he fainted, he was discovered by Princess Iron Fan, who quietly informed Chu Xiaoyu of the incident.

What? While he had been handling the swarm of TV crews, a reporter had sneaked into the farm and fainted? Chu Xiaoyu quickly deduced that the reporter must have witnessed something he was never meant to see, the shock overwhelming his mind and leaving him unconscious.

So, Chu Xiaoyu made a decisive choice: he erased the incident from the reporter’s memory, extracting certain fragments as if formatting a computer. With a single mental command, he wiped away select memories, thus averting a global sensation.

A flying white horse? Nonsense—surely a waking dream. Could there really be someone in the world who could erase memories, as in those legendary dramas of immortals? Was such sorcery truly possible?

The world is vast and full of wonders. If you believe, it is; if you do not, it is not.

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Heavenly Palace, Horse Stables.

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, had secretly swapped out one of the white horses, plucked a single monkey hair from his body, and transformed it into a doppelganger horse to take its place. Confident he had fooled everyone, the monkey idly wandered the entire Heavenly Palace at his leisure.

Yet in the end, he realized that even the exalted Heavenly Palace was not a tenth as interesting as his old patriarch’s farm. The palace, cold and majestic, was utterly devoid of amusement. The transformation, achieved with a monkey hair, was limited in duration.

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But Sun Wukong, absorbed in his play, had completely forgotten about it, inadvertently inviting disaster upon himself.

Every horse in the imperial stables had been meticulously selected to meet the Jade Emperor’s standards; only the choicest remained. In other words, every horse was a cherished treasure, a personal mount of the Jade Emperor, and officials were assigned to conduct daily headcounts.

By unfortunate timing, the officials came to check on the very horse that Sun Wukong had replaced with his transformed monkey hair. The horse had vanished, leaving only a strand of monkey hair on the ground.

The officials were dumbfounded. How could a fine white horse turn into a monkey hair? What on earth had happened? Even the dullest among them could sense something was amiss, and a count revealed that a white horse was indeed missing.

“Report!” The two officials hurried into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, dropping to their knees.

“What has you two so flustered?” inquired the Jade Emperor.

One of the officials replied, “Your Majesty, something grave has happened. A white horse has disappeared from the stables, and in its place we found a single monkey hair.”

The Jade Emperor leapt to his feet. “What? A heavenly horse missing—and a monkey hair left behind? What is the meaning of this? Speak truly at once!”

The official continued, “Forgive us, Your Majesty. The fault is ours for failing in our duty. I suspect the Keeper of the Stables, that monkey, has played a trick—using sleight of hand to steal a heavenly horse and replace it with a monkey hair. We implore Your Majesty to order his arrest.”

“How dare he! A mere wild monkey dares steal my heavenly steed? He must be punished!” The Jade Emperor was furious. “Guards! Seize that monkey at once!”

The Jade Emperor’s wrath was no small matter; the Hall of Supreme Harmony trembled with his anger. Receiving his command, the celestial soldiers armed themselves and rushed off to the stables.

As the heavenly troops arrived, Sun Wukong was merrily galloping from east to west, then south to north, enjoying his mischief.

“Stop, Keeper of the Stables! How dare you! Do you not know your crime? Get down and surrender at once!”

Moments ago, Sun Wukong had been in high spirits. Now, he felt as if he had swallowed a fly from the privy—utterly sickened and disgusted.