Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 120 Nezha’s Little Schemes

"Yang, I thought you never attended the Flat Peach Festival?"

Nezha was well aware of the tense relationship between Yang and the Jade Emperor.

Yang Jian’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with an unnatural turn of his head, he said, "As an official appointed by the Heavenly Court, it’s not unreasonable for me to attend once."

If his mother hadn’t insisted, he wouldn’t have considered coming at all.

Even though he knew Haotian was unintentional, the consequences were still there, and despite any change of heart, he found it hard to accept.

Nezha thought the excuse was flimsy, but couldn’t find any real fault with it, so he didn’t press the matter.

If Yang didn’t want to talk about it, that was fine.

Besides, coming to feast and drink together seemed like a good enough reason.

He just wondered how this banquet would compare to the cuisine at Chaos Residence.

The food at Chaos Residence was truly exceptional, to savor in reminiscence was delightful!

A blissful smile spread across Nezha’s face as he squinted his eyes.

If the quality of the dishes at today’s Heavenly Palace banquet could match even one-tenth of Chaos Residence’s, his trip would be well worth it.

However, based on past experiences, such hopes were likely wishful thinking, as for a Flat Peach, the best he could expect was one that was three thousand years old.

"Yoohoo, isn’t that Erlang Shen?" a somewhat cheeky voice interrupted both of their trains of thought.

A brawny, slightly chubby immortal squeezed his way over.

It was Tian Peng.

Yang Jian’s eyebrows shot up as he commented sarcastically, "Isn’t this the War God of the Heavenly Court, Marshal Tian Peng? What brings you this way?"

"The War God of the Heavenly Court?"

Upon hearing Yang Jian’s words, Nezha was taken aback and stared at Tian Peng’s chubby figure incredulously: Him?

Was this some kind of joke?

The reputation of the War God of the Heavenly Court was hard-fought, and currently, only Yang truly deserved the title.

The old-timers with real power hardly cared for such a designation.

Even boasting aside, if you discounted Yang, Nezha would be next in line by seniority.

How could it be Tian Peng’s turn?

Even if Tian Peng’s strength had soared dramatically, he still didn’t qualify!

Scratching his head awkwardly, he chuckled and said, "Hey, Erlang Shen, I was just spouting off the cuff there; why the fuss?"

With a dismissive glance, Yang Jian retorted mercilessly, "If you could take on a group of us single-handedly, then you definitely deserve the title of War God of the Heavenly Court!"

At these words, Tian Peng’s face flushed red; he hurriedly looked around and noticed that no other immortals were paying attention.

So, an Array had already been set up.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where’s that bear?" Yang Jian looked past Tian Peng and noticed no sign of the bear.

Compared to Tian Peng, that bear with the glib tongue was truly annoying—it was just a bear, yet it paraded with borrowed might!

Its clamoring face was especially deserving of a beating.

"Xiong Daoren? He’s in my residence," Tian Peng called with undeserved cordiality, for sadly, he was the one constantly plied with flattery.

He wished he could bring Xiong Daoren to witness the great spectacle he often bragged about, but sadly, Xiong Daoren wasn’t an official member of the Heavenly Court and lacked renown.

He had no right to attend.

Good riddance, thought Yang Jian, and his mood instantly improved.

If that fellow were here, he’d start spouting nonsense upon seeing Yang, making him the laughingstock of the entire Heavenly Court.

Nezha looked confused; he felt like he and these two weren’t even from the same world, and furthermore, Tian Peng and Yang hadn’t had much to do with each other before, had they?

How come they seemed so chummy now?

"Wonder what this banquet is going to be like?"

"What can you do, it’s just a six-thousand-year flat peach."

"Six thousand years? Impressive, I usually get just two three-thousand-year ones."

"You’re both better than me, I don’t even have a flat peach!"

The immortals of the Heavenly Court began discussing the Flat Peach Banquet, but their conversation was focused on the size and age of the peaches, with no mention of the banquet itself.

Clearly, these immortals were all here for the flat peaches.

Those who had received a flat peach wanted to get a better one, or even several more.

Those who hadn’t received one wanted to try their luck and see if they would get a portion this time.

In any case, most weren’t interested in the dishes served at the banquet; after all, they were tired of the same old things.

Only those immortals who had seen Sun Wukong’s culinary competition that day were a bit more curious.

Some immortals’ conversations, not shielded by a soundproofing array, reached Tian Peng’s ears.

With a sly smile, Tian Peng said mysteriously, "Do you know who the chef is this time?"

"Who else could it be? That monkey of course." Nezha rolled his eyes instinctively and stepped back, wanting to keep his distance from Tian Peng.

He had thought Tian Peng would say something noteworthy, but this? Every immortal in the Heavenly Court knew it!

"Monkey? Which monkey?" Yang Jian was confused.

Living carefree at the Guan River Mouth, he would’ve been oblivious to the banquet had the Heavenly Court not sent an invitation.

Nezha swiftly explained the whole situation.

"I didn’t expect there to be such an original-thinking monkey demon within the Three Realms," Yang Jian commented with surprise, nodding appreciatively. A strong creature who also loved to cook?

Quite interesting.

"Right, but that’s not what I wanted to say," Tian Peng said, shaking his head with a smug look.

"Then spit it out," Nezha retorted, growing impatient. He was hot-headed and hated people who beat around the bush.

"This chef monkey has quite the background!"

Tian Peng deliberately paused, waiting until he saw extreme impatience on Nezha’s face before he said unhurriedly, "The monkey is a disciple of Shopkeeper Chen of Chaos Residence!"

"What?!" Yang Jian’s face was one of shock, he couldn’t believe that the chef was Shopkeeper Chen’s disciple!

Such an unfathomably powerful being would only take extraordinarily talented disciples. It seemed the banquet’s dishes were truly something to look forward to.

Now he wondered, just how skilled was this monkey, this disciple of Shopkeeper Chen?

Shopkeeper Chen’s disciple?

Nezha’s mind was befuddled. No wonder that monkey was so powerful, he was a disciple of Shopkeeper Chen. That explained everything.

A peerless being like that, how could his disciple be anything less?

With that thought, Nezha felt less upset about his previous defeat; after all, everything is relative.

"Ah, I forgot, Nezha, you’ve never been to Chaos Residence, you don’t know what it is, do you?" Tian Peng misinterpreted Nezha’s expression as he assumed he knew the reason.

"Oh, right," Nezha mumbled in response.

So, Tian Peng happily went over the details again, as both he and Yang had visited the place before.

It made no difference to him that Nezha was so familiar with Yang Jian and was privy to a bit of the inside information.

"So there’s such a magical place in this world," Nezha commented in feigned surprise.

Tian Peng didn’t catch on to the act but grew even more enthusiastic, with Nezha listening and responding along.

Only Yang Jian furrowed his brows deeper, wondering why Nezha looked so perplexed when he had just explained about the place. Why did Nezha act surprised again as if hearing it for the first time?

The attentive Yang Jian immediately sensed a hint of secrecy. There was definitely something going on!

Nezha certainly knew about Chaos Residence, and the Bull Demon King himself had said that Nezha had gained Divine Skills there.

But why hide it? It wasn’t exactly a very secretive matter, especially not in front of fellow travelers like him and Tian Peng who had also visited.

There must be something fishy about this!