Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 216 - 210 Return of the Black Bear Spirit, Tianpeng Impersonates Sha Chen [Subscriptions and Monthly Ticket Requested]_1
He kicked Lady Di Yong, who was fidgeting restlessly, back to continue her cultivation.
Sha Chen now had full control of the Taiqing Colored Glaze Cup.
Next, he was waiting for the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag to come knocking on his door.
However, half a day passed without any sign, which puzzled him.
Suddenly, his mind stirred, activating the Divine Power of Six Ears of All Heavens, allowing him to hear every movement in the outside world.
Sha Chen quickly took out the Wanli Soul Chasing Mirror, confirmed his direction, then formed a hand seal and shot a beam of light into it.
Immediately after, an image appeared within the Wanli Soul Chasing Mirror.
A black bear was being chased by thousands of demons and monsters, running for his life, but was still being surrounded and blocked.
The black bear was none other than the Black Bear Spirit, and the demons pursuing him were extremely powerful and highly skilled.
Leading them was a sinister dragon made of nothing but glistening white bones, known as the White Bone Dragon Saint.
His power was at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. The other pursuing demons were also above the Immortal Taiyi Realm.
There were hundreds of Golden Immortals and more than a dozen Greater Primordial Golden Immortals among them.
All were ferocious demons, exuding a terrifying demonic aura and murderous intent.
The Black Bear Spirit, covered in wounds and dripping with blood, was heading towards his lair, the Black Wind Cave.
However, his original trajectory should have been the Flowing Sand River—he had taken a detour on the way.
The clash of demons drew the attention of the Roaming Gods of day and night, as well as Mountain Gods and Earth Gods along the way.
But these demons were too powerful; even the weakest among them was stronger than the Mountain Gods and Earth Gods, so naturally, each of them pretended to be dead and dared not interfere.
The Black Bear Spirit returned to the Black Wind Cave, only to find it occupied by other demons. Thus, he detoured and continued to flee for his life.
He intended to head over to the Flowing Sand River.
Although he didn’t want to expose his connection to Sha Chen, in these desperate times, he had no other choice.
However, this time, even though he was still ten thousand li away from the Flowing Sand River, the demons had already caught up completely and trapped him within the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The Black Bear Spirit wanted to flee, but he was surrounded by the pack and then overwhelmed by their joint attack.
It was only because the Daluo Golden Immortal, the White Bone Dragon Saint, had not made a move. Otherwise, he would likely have been defeated by now.
The White Bone Dragon Saint stood proudly atop a mountain peak and said, "Black Bear Spirit, you’re a brave one with some skills. If you’re willing to submit to me and hand over that flag obediently, I’ll spare your life."
The Black Bear Spirit completely ignored him and fought desperately, filled with urgency and sorrow in his heart.
It’s over, I’m doomed. I wanted to seek out my master, but I am ten thousand li away from the Flowing Sand River, and it’s not easy to get there.
This White Bone Dragon is a disciple of the White Bone Saint, with overwhelming strength, already a Daluo Golden Immortal. If not for the mark given by my master, I might have considered submitting to him. But now, if I submit, I’ll undoubtedly die.
The Black Bear Spirit was filled with bitterness and for a moment didn’t know how to respond.
The White Bone Dragon Saint said, "Black Bear Spirit, how much longer will you remain stubbornly deluded? The radiant light from the East Sea water eye has been under our vigilance for a hundred years, yet you swooped in and took it. We’ve already been merciful allowing you to live this long; what else do you want?"
Sha Chen had been paying attention to the situation here and was frowning deeply.
He had pieced together some of the background; it seemed the White Bone Dragon Saint and other demons were guarding a treasure about to emerge from the East Sea, which the Black Bear Spirit had then intercepted.
Then they chased the Black Bear Spirit all the way to this point.
Sha Chen furrowed his brows. I wonder what treasure the Black Bear Spirit snatched from them to warrant such long-standing resentment.
However, a treasure that kept a Daluo Golden Immortal waiting for a century must not be ordinary.
The Black Bear Spirit gritted his teeth and said, "You can have the treasure, but you must let me go."
The White Bone Dragon Saint replied, "I’ve said it before, you need to submit and swear fealty to me. Otherwise, the only way you leave here is as a corpse."
The Black Bear Spirit said, "I already have a master; I will not submit to you."
When Sha Chen, in the Flowing Sand River, heard this exchange, he was somewhat touched. He hadn’t expected the usually cowardly Black Bear Spirit to be so virtuously loyal.
I’ll give him an extra chicken leg when he returns.
The Black Bear Spirit said, "Next time, let me go, and after I poison my master and kill him, I’ll come to submit to you."
Even separated by ten thousand li, Sha Chen wanted to throttle the treacherous Black Bear Spirit.
The chicken leg still has to be prepared, but it will be laced with poison.
「The Hundred Thousand Mountains.」
The White Bone Dragon Saint burst into haughty laughter, taunting, "Do you think I’m a three-year-old child that you can fool me like this?"
"If I let you go, you’ll surely not return. Also, it’s the first time I’ve heard about you having a master; who is he? Name him, and I might pay him a visit."
The Black Bear Spirit fell silent.
He truly couldn’t casually mention Sha Chen’s name.
Because he knew Sha Chen was low-key and cautious. When he left the Flowing Sand River, he was specifically reminded not to mention it elsewhere.
If he recklessly brought trouble to Sha Chen, even if he escaped this time, he would surely not be able to avoid the next disaster.
Therefore, he remained silent.
As he kept silent, the White Bone Dragon Saint and the other demons thought he was trying to fool them. They sneered viciously and continued the fierce battle.
"Still trying to deceive us? Since you refuse to see reason, don’t blame us for being ruthless—if we kill you, we’ll definitely find the treasure on you."
The White Bone Dragon Saint snorted coldly and made a move personally.
The Black Bear Spirit tried to escape, but there were too many demons attacking him, and he quickly faltered.
Then, with a simple palm strike, the White Bone Dragon Saint easily sent him flying into the mountains, where he collapsed several large peaks before crashing onto the summit of the largest mountain.
BOOM.
He came to a halt.
The horde of demons continued their onslaught but became more cautious.
The White Bone Dragon Saint also frowned, noticing something different about this mountain compared to ordinary ones.
It was protected by some kind of Formation.
Because of this, the mountain remained unscathed, and even the Black Bear Spirit was left with a splitting headache from the collision.
The Black Bear Spirit fell onto the peak, where the Formation gradually dissipated to reveal a luxurious manor, with many pavilions and towers elaborately adorned with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, truly majestic.
At the entrance of the manor stood a stone tablet inscribed with "Fuling Mountain, Yunzhan Cave."
Upon seeing this stone tablet, the Black Bear Spirit was taken aback, feeling as though he had heard this name before.
But he could not recall it at that moment.
Faced with the encircling multitude of demons, the Black Bear Spirit felt desperate and decided to bet everything on his Magical Tool in a fight to the death.
Just then, the doors opened wide.
From within Yunzhan Cave, out walked a stern and unyielding man, handsome and dashing, as straight as a sword.
But in his hand was a Nine-Tooth Rake, and his hair was meticulously groomed, his demeanor arrogant, as he confidently stepped forward.
"Who dares to brawl at the gates of my residence? Leave quickly before I lose my temper, or face the consequences," the man roared, thrusting the Nine-Tooth Rake into the ground, causing the earth to quake and the mountains to shake.
The White Bone Dragon Saint and the others disdainfully glanced at him and immediately recognized his true form—a pig spirit.
They sneered, "We thought some great being had established a residence here, grand and imposing. Turns out it’s just a pig spirit, somewhat capable, but that’s all."
The White Bone Dragon Saint scoffed, "You’re merely a Greater Primordial Golden Immortal, daring to meddle in others’ business? Scram, or we’ll kill you and roast you as suckling pig."
It turned out this person was Marshal Tianpeng. After leaving Sha Chen’s side, he had wandered for several years. Upon comprehending the Dao of Tongtian Hierarch, he entered the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
He then returned to Fuling Mountain, Yunzhan Cave, intending to solidify his cultivation there.
He also took the opportunity to remodel the place, but being unable to sit still, he would go out to rob and plunder whenever he was short on food or clothing.
He had long forgotten the taste of tilling the land.
In the previous years, having completely stabilized his cultivation, he planned to show off a bit after some time, but then demons started fighting and using their magic above his head.
Marshal Tianpeng intended to make a display of his ability, but sensing that the White Bone Dragon Saint’s strength was not lesser than his, he pretended not to notice.
However, these people ended up landing right here after all their fighting.
And then, he recognized that the target of these demons’ pursuit was his old brother in misfortune, Black Bear Spirit.
Thinking that he’d be upset if Black Bear Spirit died here, and not wishing to watch his friend die before his eyes, he chose to close his eyes and sleep. That way, he would see nothing.
But when the demons beat Black Bear Spirit to the point of crashing into Fuling Mountain, Marshal Tianpeng knew he could no longer pretend to sleep.
So he got up, pushed open the door, and went out, intending to trick these demons.
His strength had already reached the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, but he intentionally suppressed it to appear as if he were still at the Greater Primordial Golden Immortal Realm, just to let the White Bone Dragon Saint grow complacent.
Then he would catch him off guard and strike a sneaky blow.
Indeed, the plan worked brilliantly. The demons believed he was only a Greater Primordial Golden Immortal and did not harbor too many suspicions or concerns.
They told him to beat it quickly, and Marshal Tianpeng instantly changed his strategy.
There were quite a few demons, and he wasn’t their match even with the Black Bear Spirit on his side.
So if they wanted him to leave, he might as well go.
He could rebuild the damaged place later. First, he would stay at the Flowing Sand River for a few days, then go off to wander the seas.
But just as he intended to leave, the Black Bear Spirit recognized him.
As Marshal Tianpeng exclaimed, "Alright then," ready to depart, the Black Bear Spirit’s eyes lit up and he cried, "Marshal Tianpeng, save me! I am Black Bear Spirit, Great Old Black, your good brother! Save me, Marshal Tianpeng!"
Marshal Tianpeng’s face turned even blacker than the Black Bear Spirit’s.
He turned his head and glared at him, scolding, "What are you babbling about? Do I know you? Don’t start falsely claiming brotherhood just because you’re getting beaten up."
Marshal Tianpeng then prepared to soar away on a cloud.
But Black Bear Spirit saw him as his last lifeline and wasn’t about to let him leave easily.
He hastily said, "Marshal Tianpeng, save me! I’ll give you a treasure, a truly fine item. Whether you use it for yourself or to ingratiate yourself with the Jade Emperor, even reclaiming your marshal rank, it’s all possible."
Marshal Tianpeng was tempted.
He turned back and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I a greedy man?"
Then he turned towards the White Bone Dragon Saint and added, "Gentlemen, please continue! Kill him and take his treasures."
The White Bone Dragon Saint looked at him evenly and asked, "Are you, this pig spirit, Marshal Tianpeng?"
Marshal Tianpeng replied, "No, I’m just a pig spirit, nameless and anonymous. This fellow is spouting nonsense."
But the White Bone Dragon Saint insisted, "Impossible. How could a Greater Primordial Golden Immortal be nameless and anonymous? State your name, or don’t expect courtesy from me."
Marshal Tianpeng cursed inwardly, caught between a rock and a hard place, now forced to reveal his name!
So be it.
Marshal Tianpeng reluctantly said, "Since you want to know, I’ll tell you. My name is Sha Chen, originally the Great General for Folding the Curtain in the heavens, demoted to the mortal world. This chap has mistaken me for someone else."
At that very moment, in the Flowing Sand River, Sha Chen suddenly gasped.
This shameless wretch! The next time he shows up, I’ll surely kill him.
