It had only taken him half a month to cross three realms in a row and reach the Soul Formation or Return to Void Stage. Such a speed of advancement could be said to be unprecedented.
Monkey's talent was outstanding. Of course, as Monkey's master, Wang Fan was even more outstanding. After all, he wasn't here. The monkey might die of old age in the forest in 400 years.
One had to know that in this world, the plot was chaotic. Patriarch Subhuti would never take a monkey as a disciple.
Just as the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was about to end, several young and middle-aged Taoist priests dressed in Taoist robes and holding floating weights walked towards Wang Fan and Monkey.
"Yo, isn't this the monkey who knelt in the Tristar Crescent Abode for seven days and still wasn't accepted as a disciple by his master, Patriarch Subhuti?”
"Right now, this monkey demon still wants to stay at the foot of Mount Innerheart.”
"Junior brothers, this monkey must be taught a lesson.”
Zhao Yu, Zhao Fei, and Wang Wu discussed animatedly. Their tone was filled with disdain for Sun Wukong. They even wanted to beat Sun Wukong up.
As Zhao Yu, Zhao Fei, and Wang Wu walked, they looked at Sun Wukong cruelly. In their eyes, Sun Wukong was someone who could always be beaten up. Beating Sun Wukong up was just a joke to them.
Wang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of Sun Wukong, was completely ignored by the three Taoists. After all, the clothes Wang Fan was wearing were torn by many thorny flowers and plants. He looked like a prodigal beggar.
The three of them treated Wang Fan as a mortal. None of them treated Wang Fan as Sun Wukong's master.
When they walked behind Sun Wukong, Wang Fan's brows were already tightly furrowed. He looked at the middle-aged Daoist priest, the gloomy Wang Wu, and the two arrogant Zhao Yu and Zhao Fei behind Wang Wu. A wave of anger rose in Wang Fan's heart.
Anger rose in Wang Fan's heart. Without hesitation, he stood up. This stop was not only for his disciple, Monkey, to have a better understanding of the second level of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. It was also to avenge Sun Wukong.
Wang Fan was sure that before he came to this world, Sun Wukong, who had always wanted to become Grandmaster Bodhi's disciple, had probably been ridiculed by these three Daoists and even the Daoists in the entire Crescent Tristar Cave.
When he thought about how Sun Wukong might not have died of old age if he hadn't come, and how he might have been beaten to death by the people of the Crescent Tristar Cave, the anger in Wang Fan's heart burned even more.
In Journey to the West, the monkey who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, the Infernal World, and the Dragon Palace, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who looked down from above, would be beaten to death by a few people from the Slanted Moon and Three Stars Cave. Wang Fan couldn't bear to think of such a thing.
Wang Fan didn't care about the origins of the three of them anymore. Right now, Wang Fan just wanted to teach them a lesson.
"Did the three of you come here to steal my cultivation techniques?”
After his anger rose, Wang Fan took a firm step forward and walked toward the three of them.
"Steal the technique? Don't joke around. We are the disciples of Patriarch Subhuti, a famous immortal in the heavens.”
Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Fan mockingly.
"That's right. How can high and mighty people like us steal the cultivation technique of a beggar like you?”
Zhao Fei was the same as Zhao Yu. They were both unruly and had mocking expressions.
"You said that you want to teach him a technique. Does that mean that you took this monkey as your disciple? Hehe, they were really compatible. A beggar and tramp became a monkey's master. They were really compatible! " As for what you, a beggar, said about stealing your cultivation method, it's simply a joke. Who are we? Who are you? Open your eyes wide and take a good look. The clothes we're wearing are all high-quality silk. It's something that a beggar like you can't afford to buy or wear in your lifetime.”
Wang Wu, this middle-aged man, had a very gloomy expression. His words were also abnormally poisonous. The moment he opened his mouth, he treated Wang Fan as a beggar.
Hearing these mocking words, Wang Fan could already imagine that Monkey must have been ridiculed by many people on Mount Innerheart.
Wang Fan was already filled with anger after being ridiculed once. Monkey had stayed on Mount Innerheart for seven days and knelt for seven days. The suffering he had suffered and the number of times he had been ridiculed was something Wang Fan, as his master, could not imagine.
"Monkey, I've covered it! He was born noble and was destined by fate. Now, he's even my disciple. How can you little bastards bully him!!!”
Wang Fan gritted his teeth as he used his Divine Saint Master skill.
The Divine Saint Master skill," Sharing ", was activated. The moment this skill was activated, power was produced in Wang Fan's body. This power was the power of the second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. It was the power of the Divine Transformation Realm!!!
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