Chapter Nineteenth: The Six Ears Bind the Mountain, Sun and Yuan Seal the Mountain

  "My subordinates don't even dare to teach you a lesson, young one. A moderate amount of pride is an advantage, but if it becomes arrogance, then destruction is not far away. You must give me an explanation for today's events, otherwise, I, the master of Qiankun Cave, will no longer be able to stand in this world." The man in green robes suddenly opened his eyes, revealing blood-red pupils, and what was even more bizarre was that these pupils were vertical.

  "Qiankun Cave Master? How shameless! I think you'd be better off calling yourself the Mouse Cave Master instead. Today's events were triggered by this young whippersnapper provoking me, don't try to take advantage of the situation!" The golden-robed elder said calmly.

  "Hmph, good courage, but I wonder if your strength is as great as your audacity. Today, I'll see how much of the reputation you've built up over the years is real!" The man in green robes waved his sleeve, and a faint, clear glow flashed through the air, transforming into countless green wind blades that slashed towards the old man in golden robes.

  "Haven't you fought in a long time, that you've forgotten how to engage with others? Using such petty skills against an enemy, aren't you afraid of losing face?" The old man in the golden robe let out a cold snort, turned around and disappeared from his original spot, flashing a green wind blade as he suddenly appeared right in front of the master of the Dry Sky Cave, engaging him in combat.

  After dozens of rounds, the master of Qiankun Cave exerted his strength and knocked back the Golden Robe Elder, saying "Youngster, I'm giving you face for your ancestors' sake. Don't be ungrateful."

  "My status is earned by myself, all these years, I have fought for it with my own strength and efforts, what does it have to do with others? If you have any divine power, just show it off."

  "You're asking for death, and now you'll blame me for not cherishing our past friendship!" The master of the Dry Heaven Cave let out a loud roar, his mouth opened wide, and a black hole quickly formed from his mouth, instantly enveloping the Golden Robe Elder's surroundings. "Behold my divine power, devouring heaven and earth!"

  A strange force emanated from around the old man, and his expression changed as he shouted, "Do you really want to tear your face off?"

  "This is what you get for yourself, don't blame me if you die. However, as long as you apologize and acknowledge the favor I did for your ancestors, I can spare your life. From now on, you must obey my orders." The voice of the master of the Dry Sky Cave drifted through the air.

  "Daydream!" The golden-robed elder spat out a mouthful of air, and a stream of golden energy shot out from his mouth. Originally very small, the energy suddenly transformed into a blazing inferno that engulfed the entire space.

  "You're still too tender to play with fire in front of me." With a wave of his right sleeve, the master of the Kunlun Cave sent out a surge of grayish-white vapor that immediately merged with the sea of flames emitted by the golden-robed elder. In just a few breaths, except for a cluster of golden flames still burning, all the other flames were extinguished.

  Facing the golden flames, the master of Qiankun Cave's face turned grave, his mouth sucked in, and he swallowed the flames into his mouth. However, they were quickly flicked into the sea below. The ocean seemed to dry up instantly, and was burned all the way to the seabed. The golden flames pierced through the continental shelf at the bottom of the sea, entering the earth's crust, and triggered a loud rumbling sound.

  "What else can you do? It seems your reputation is not quite living up to its name!" The master of the Dry Heaven Cave gazed at the golden-robed elder's unpleasant face, and his heart surged with wave after wave of delight. The Devouring Heaven and Earth divine ability did not hold back in the slightest, but instead was unleashed even more vigorously.

  "The power of this incarnation of yours is nothing but that of a Mahayana True Immortal, if you want to die so badly, then I'll fulfill your wish for this incarnation and let you see if the reputation I've built up over the years has been in vain." The golden-robed elder struggled with great effort against the increasingly strong suction force surrounding him, his expression solemn.

  The master of the Kunlun Cave was about to laugh at him, when he suddenly discovered a faint white aura rising around the golden-robed old man's body. His face changed abruptly, and he immediately withdrew his divine power, saying in a cold voice: "Youngster, be more respectful next time you see me. Today, I'll spare you for the sake of your ancestors. If you're still so reckless next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

  After finishing speaking, the master of Qiankun Cave waved his sleeve and rolled up the nine-headed monster on one side. With a loud splash, it dived into the sea, abandoning the golden-robed old man and leaving. The golden-robed old man saw that the master of Qiankun Cave had retreated voluntarily, and he also let out a sigh of relief, not pursuing him. Although he was somewhat resentful in his heart towards this guy, he couldn't help but acknowledge this guy's incredibly strong power. In terms of combat strength, it's likely that except for a few saints, there aren't many people in the world who can match up against this guy.

  At this time, it's still better to avoid offending him if possible. Although offending him might not be feared by the Golden Robe Elder, after all, he has reached a certain realm. If he focuses on escaping, others will find it difficult to kill him. Moreover, this guy doesn't have many friends in the world. When the Saint is governing the world, he also doesn't dare to act rashly. Generally, he uses his clone to take action, and his true body is hidden in a cave, not coming out.

  As the dust settled, the old man in golden robes set out on his journey once again. He had no idea that a monkey had witnessed the entire battle with perfect clarity, nor did he expect that as a result of this battle, he wouldn't need to exchange pleasantries with Six Ears, and upon returning to the mountain, Six Ears would even take the initiative to ask him to be his master.

  Having witnessed this earth-shattering and thorough method, Liu Er's heart suddenly opened up. The two great kings of Huaguo Mountain were now far behind him, and as for the red monkeys on Huaguo Mountain, Liu Er had almost forgotten them all. At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of excitement, and his goal had changed. From now on, only a true six-eared one could be considered to have grown up.

  Time flies, years do not stay, and in the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed. The monkeys on Mount Huaguo have grown old, and a new batch has grown up. As the older generation of monkeys died, the legend of Sun Wukong gradually began to spread again. At this time, the monkeys who knew about it would mention the two great kings with a mysterious face, while those who did not know would look up at the top of Mount Huaguo every day, imagining what kind of scenery was hidden behind the giant stone.

  A century of years flashed by, and through a hundred years of quiet cultivation, Sun Yuan's demon power had reached a certain level. If his previous demon power was a small stream, then at this time it was the Yangtze River, and what he lacked was only an ocean that could hold such demon power.

  Over the course of a hundred years, thanks to the spiritual power of the Flower-Fruit Mountain's immortal stone pedestal, Sun Wukong's cultivation had progressed very smoothly. Finally, on this day, he felt that his cultivation had reached a temporary peak. At this point, it seemed as if his meridians could no longer hold any more demonic energy. Sun Wukong understood that the accumulation of demonic energy within him was now complete, and the next step awaiting him was the transformation of that energy.

  The annual Harvest Festival of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits has arrived, Sun Wukong watched as a group of monkeys were busy with preparations, his heart was also filled with joy. However, this year is different from previous years, Sun Wukong felt that something was going to happen in his heart. He looked around and found that the old monkeys from the Long Hair and Tong Bei tribes seemed distracted.

  He looked up at the direction of the highest peak of Huaguo Mountain, and Sun Wukong sighed. To speak of it, everyone's heart is still worried about the Second Grand King. Since three months ago, when Sun Yuan closed off the road to the highest peak, there has been no news from above for three months. At this moment, everyone is worried about that persistent monkey.