Chapter 38: Monkey, You’re Far Too Overbearing

Farmstead.

Sun Wukong made his way smoothly through the Gate of Immortals, arriving just at dusk.

“Immortal Master, Fat Ox, Fan, I’m back!”

Bouncing along, Sun Wukong came just in time for dinner. Chu Xiaoyu, Fat Ox, Iron Fan and the others were gathered around the hotpot, steam billowing from the bubbling broth, making anyone’s mouth water at the sight.

“Heh, perfect timing—none of you have eaten yet?”

Sun Wukong slid a stool over and sat down, picking up his chopsticks and digging in without the slightest reservation, as if he were at home.

Chu Xiaoyu sipped his tea and asked offhandedly, “You seem to have arrived in such a hurry—is something the matter?”

Everything that had happened in the Heavenly Palace, Chu Xiaoyu could see at a glance now, ever since he’d opened his Divine Eye. Nothing escaped its gaze, not even the tiniest ant.

Sun Wukong gobbled several mouthfuls of food, thoroughly satisfying his cravings, then gulped down a few swigs of soda.

Wiping his mouth, Sun Wukong finally looked at Chu Xiaoyu with earnestness: “Immortal Master, your disciple has encountered some trouble this time. I beg your assistance.”

“Help? What kind of help?” Iron Fan asked curiously. “Come on, senior brother, aren’t you supposed to be really powerful? Surely those petty minions in the Heavenly Palace couldn’t trouble you?”

“Fan, it’s not that simple. If it’s a fight, heh, your senior brother has never feared anyone. But… some matters, even your senior brother isn’t omnipotent.”

“What is it? Tell us what help you need.”

Just a little pest problem, nothing worth mentioning.

Even though Chu Xiaoyu already knew what had transpired, he kept his composure impeccably.

“Heh, you alone truly understand me, Immortal Master.” Sun Wukong flattered shamelessly. “Immortal Master, here’s the situation: I’m no longer the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses. I’ve been reassigned to the Queen Mother’s Peach Orchard.”

“The Queen Mother’s Peach Orchard? That’s a fine post!” Fat Ox said, full of envy. “Senior Brother, how’s the orchard faring these days?”

Sun Wukong gave him a look. “Not a single peach remains. The entire orchard has been stripped bare by pests. You have no idea—those pests are infuriating. None of my immortal arts had any effect. Humph, thought it was a good job, but turns out it’s a trap.”

One pit for each radish.

Once he met that old dog, Taibai Jinxing, he’d surely give him a good thrashing.

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How dare they set a trap for old Sun?

The very thought made Sun Wukong grind his teeth in anger.

“Immortal Master, please help your disciple.”

He’d tried every method he knew, but nothing worked. It was truly frustrating.

Sun Wukong looked pleadingly at Chu Xiaoyu.

“Haha, just a pest problem, nothing serious. I’ll place an online order for you—get you a whole crate of Diaodiaowei, plenty to use.”

“Diaodiaowei? What’s that?” Sun Wukong was intrigued.

Fat Ox and Iron Fan leaned in to listen.

“Diaodiaowei is… cough, let me explain—it’s a most potent, formidable divine remedy for pests. It works wonders, you know.”

Chu Xiaoyu boasted so extravagantly about a common insecticide that Sun Wukong, Fat Ox, and Iron Fan were all left astounded.

Truly a product from the Immortal Master’s hands—a rare treasure.

The day of Sun Wukong’s havoc in the Heavenly Palace was drawing near.

Watching the monkey devour food with gusto, Chu Xiaoyu found himself several times on the verge of speaking, nearly blurting out warnings, but at the last moment, words meant to caution the monkey remained unspoken.

Was it selfishness? Or calculation?

If it were selfishness, what benefit would he gain from Sun Wukong’s eventual chaos?

If it were for profit, where could such gain come from?

Chu Xiaoyu was caught in contradiction.

After dinner, Fat Ox and Iron Fan went off to play with White Dragon Horse.

In the main hall, Chu Xiaoyu brewed a pot of tea and sat with Sun Wukong.

“Immortal Master, there’s something I wish to ask you.”

He suddenly recalled the eerie feeling of being watched during his battle with Yang Jian, the Three-Eyed Immortal, in the Heavenly Palace. Sun Wukong was still puzzled by the strange eyes he’d sensed behind him.

Chu Xiaoyu seemed to guess what Sun Wukong wanted to ask, his expression calm and unruffled: “Speak plainly. No need to hesitate.”

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“Well, here’s the thing. Master, in this world, aside from the Western One and my teacher Patriarch Bodhi, who else could master the art of concealment? Someone who secretly controls everything from the shadows, spying on the Three Realms and Six Paths—could such a person exist?”

The monkey truly deserved to be called a spirit born of heaven and earth.

He’d only just opened the Divine Eye and taken a glance at the Heavenly Palace, yet the monkey could sense it?

Remarkable!

Monkey, you’re truly formidable.

Chu Xiaoyu lifted his teacup and took a leisurely sip, then asked slowly, “What do you think? Could such a person exist, someone who can traverse heaven and earth, the Three Realms and Six Paths, unseen?”

Sun Wukong looked confused. “Well… well, I don’t know, which is why I’m asking you, Immortal Master. Earlier in the Heavenly Palace, I felt something strange—like a pair of hidden eyes watching me, even…”

At the end of his words, Sun Wukong shivered.

If such a deity truly existed, it would be terrifying.

To travel freely beyond heaven, earth, and the Three Realms—what power would such a being possess?

The thought alone sent chills down his spine.

Chu Xiaoyu smiled faintly. “Perhaps it’s just your imagination. And if it’s real, so what? If you do nothing wrong, you needn’t fear ghosts knocking at your door at midnight. Wukong, have you been up to something behind my back? Is that why you feel this way?”

Sun Wukong quickly waved his hands, his monkey face full of embarrassment. “Master, you jest. Even if I ate a hundred brave hearts, I wouldn’t dare do anything behind your back.”

“Then that settles it. What are you worrying about?”

The opening of the Divine Eye was an absolute secret—not even Sun Wukong could know. It wasn’t time for spoilers yet.

As he chatted with Sun Wukong, he placed the delivery order.

One had to admit, the convenience of the internet was extraordinary. Some shops even offered home delivery.

Even something as trivial as a lighter, as long as you paid, was no trouble at all.

“Master, something’s wrong! Two thieves have broken into the estate!”

Fat Ox and Iron Fan hurried in with anxious steps.