Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 146: Use Flat Peaches as Compensation
"Third Prince, as long as you agree to put on this skirt, I won’t tell Heavenly King Li about these things."
The Weaver Girl used her persuasive powers, but Nezha’s heart was in turmoil.
After a while, not wanting to be exposed, and with his fondness for the little skirt overcoming his dignity, he finally capitulated.
"Fine, I’ll wear it!"
Nezha, with a face full of indignation, picked up the skirt from the box. The Weaver Girl pointed to the room, indicating for Nezha to go inside and change.
Nezha snorted dismissively, intending to vent his displeasure, but to the Weaver Girl, his reaction seemed somewhat coy.
A valiant warrior goes but never returns!
Nezha stepped inside.
The Weaver Girl, resting her chin on her hands and looking at the screen that blocked her view, had a tinge of anticipation in her eyes. This little skirt was tailor-made for the Third Prince.
Even though she had never taken his measurements in person, her keen eye, honed from making clothes for others, allowed her to know his size at a glance.
The skirt was made in a short time, but she had put her heart into it, ensuring that its quality was among the best of her creations.
She wondered what the Third Prince would look like wearing it.
With that thought, a little thrill of excitement stirred within her.
Entering the room and temporarily escaping the Weaver Girl, Nezha breathed a sigh of relief, with a trace of fear in his eyes. That woman was too frightening.
In her presence, he felt as if he had no secrets at all. He must stay away from her in the future!
With that thought in mind, Nezha carefully examined the little skirt the Weaver Girl had given him, and he was instantly stunned.
He wasn’t seeing things, was he?
"Scattered Flowers Ruyi Cloud Smoke Skirt."
"Grade: Top-grade lower tier."
"Abilities: Training speed increased sixfold, mana recovery speed tripled, divine soul defensive power doubled, defense increased threefold, raising aptitude by five levels (Early Quasi-Saint stage)."
"Unique Ability: Phantom Body will transform the body into petals to dodge attacks."
Wow, how impressive!
Nezha caressed the skirt in his hands with utmost care as if he were handling a rare treasure.
The effects of this skirt were simply against the heavens!
A sixfold increase in training speed would leave even Yang far behind.
And that five-level increase in aptitude was even more outrageous, instantly boosting his potential to the early Quasi-Saint realm.
If this were the past, not to mention Quasi-Saint, even becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal would feel extravagant to him,
Moreover, the skirt’s unique ability clearly showed awesome defensive power, almost rivaling Divine Skills.
Nezha’s breath hitched, his eyes filled with fervor.
Wear it!
With a resolved heart!
The skirt flashed upon Nezha’s body as if by magic.
Neither too long nor too short—it fit just right; such a fitting skirt could only have been made for him.
Nezha tiptoed and executed a slight twirl, causing the hem of the skirt to swirl around him like a blooming flower.
Then, his face flushed with a touch of embarrassment. How could he perform such a shameful act!
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy!
Nezha reaffirmed this to himself internally.
"Are you done yet? If you can’t wear it, I can come in and help you," suddenly, the devilish voice of the Weaver Girl came from outside.
Nezha shivered and quickly replied, "Coming, coming!"
He hustled out in a hurry.
Looking Nezha up and down, the Weaver Girl showed a surprised delight; she hadn’t expected it to fit so perfectly.
She gracefully walked forward.
"What are you going to do?!" Nezha reflexively stepped back, like a small cat whose fur had been ruffled.
Weaver Girl didn’t speak but walked straight up and reached out her bare hand towards the back of Nezha’s head.
Nezha’s entire body stiffened, and he just stood there, dumbfounded.
With a gentle tug, Weaver Girl untied the red cords tied on either side of Nezha’s head, releasing his ink-black hair to fall smoothly down his petite and delicate figure.
The skirt was a base of pure white, adorned with patterns of lotus petals in whites and pinks.
With a gentle sway of the skirt, the petals seemed to flutter as if they were dancing in the wind.
The sleeves of the robe were slightly oversized, with dark green straps at the cuffs, much like the lotus leaves of midsummer.
Layers under the skirt added a striking dimension to the outfit.
The fair little face, with delicate features, matched perfectly with the Scattered Flowers Ruyi Cloud Smoke Skirt, making him the spitting image of a handsome bride.
"So beautiful," Weaver Girl said with a smile and a nod, quite satisfied.
"Beautiful my ass!" Nezha snorted in protest, singing out of tune.
He just couldn’t let this woman have her way!
"Alright, you can go back now," Weaver Girl said with a smirk after admiring the dress, "From now on, Third Prince better not come again for these sneaky antics. If you want a little skirt, just ask me directly."
"They don’t suit your figure anyway,"
Being so small, wearing large clothes, especially dresses, can be quite troublesome.
Nezha was so irritated he wanted to stamp his foot, but he stopped himself; getting angry with this woman seemed to mean never winning.
Looking down at his beautiful dress, Nezha took out the Flat Peach he had saved and tossed it toward Weaver Girl.
"Consider this a payment," Nezha said with his head held high, his expression indifferent.
Weaver Girl caught it subconsciously, her expression turning to surprise— it was a Flat Peach.
Even though it was only a three-thousand-year peach, it was still extremely precious to her.
After all, she didn’t even qualify to attend the Flat Peach Banquet.
"Thanks for the kind gesture, Third Prince, but the dress was no trouble, so no need for such a valuable gift," Weaver Girl said with a slight smile, ready to give back the Flat Peach.
"Just keep it," Nezha said impatiently with a wave of his hand, not wanting to owe anyone favors.
Although the dress might have been easy for Weaver Girl to make, wearing it carried a different significance for him.
It was like a divine object, a priceless treasure!
"Alright." Weaver Girl, seeing Nezha’s determination, smiled and nodded slightly while squinting her eyes.
"It seems the Third Prince doesn’t hold this item in high regard," Weaver Girl teased.
After all, to common immortals, the Flat Peach was treasured like a precious jewel.
"Compared to the dishes at the banquet, this thing is nothing," Nezha rolled his eyes, if not for Maitreya Buddha’s precedent of swapping dishes for a nine-thousand-year Flat Peach.
He would’ve used this three-thousand-year Flat Peach to exchange for a tableful of dishes long ago.
The dishes at the banquet?
Weaver Girl looked puzzled and somewhat clueless; since when were dishes comparable to Flat Peaches?
One simply satisfies a momentary craving, while the other has astonishing effects as an Innate Spirit Root.
The difference in weight is clear at a glance.
"Could the Third Prince be confused? How could a Flat Peach be compared to mere food?" Weaver Girl asked with a light chuckle, her face full of disbelief.
Yet this very statement struck a nerve with Nezha. In this world, all food was trivial, but everything about Chaos Residence was untouchable!
Whether it was Mr. Monkey’s cooking, or Tian Peng’s fiery hot pot claimed to be from Chaos Residence, both were top-notch!
After learning of Sun Wukong’s identity, Nezha willingly held respect for Mr. Monkey deep in his heart.
Not only was he gifted and powerful, with excellent culinary skills, but also a disciple of Shopkeeper Chen, thoroughly versed in the profound techniques — not acknowledging him was out of the question.
"You haven’t been there, so naturally, you don’t know how tasty the banquet dishes were,"
Nezha retorted hastily, striving to describe the flavors of the dishes in his most eloquent language.
However, lacking finesse in rhetoric, his words came out dry and unconvincing, far from changing Weaver Girl’s opinion.
Nezha was anxious inside.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
