Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 183 Defeating Tian Peng, The Weapon Actually Broke
It’s uncertain what’s gotten into the bear, every time it meets Yang Jian it acts like this!
"Alright, just you wait!" Xiaotian Dog barked furiously, its tail swishing as it dashed into the Guan River Mouth, clearly going to fetch someone.
"Peng, this time there’s no need to spare him any dignity. Just beat up that Third Eyed Guy and let him learn about the harsh reality!"
Xiong Daoren was there, cheering Tian Peng on.
The War God of the Heavenly Court was feared by the powerful; he couldn’t stand such unfairness in his life.
Only someone as strong and noble as Peng deserved such a position!
Tian Peng rolled his eyes covertly, "Spare no dignity?" If he hadn’t spared any last time, he likely would have been beaten by that three-eyed lunatic to the point of being bedridden.
Fight again?
He must not want to live anymore; could he please go seek death somewhere else?
Xiong Daoren was generally good, but this characteristic was somewhat unbearable.
He cleared his throat subtly, suppressing the urge to flee, and while standing with his hands behind his back, his tone calm and composed, he said, "Daoren, you’ve fallen into madness without realizing it."
"We cultivators should prioritize self-discipline and the nurturing of our nature in the pursuit of the Great Path, not such reckless courage and brutality, which only serve to increase sorrow and resentment."
Tian Peng patted Xiong Daoren on the shoulder, his voice laden with profound sincerity.
Upon hearing this, Xiong Daoren, the whole bear, was stunned—such wise words.
"But..." Still feeling unreconciled, Xiong Daoren continued, "Peng, are we to just let Yang Jian be so rampant?"
He felt the injustice on behalf of Tian Peng; having followed Peng, he knew of Yang Jian’s background.
The nephew of the Jade Emperor, no wonder he’s the War God.
With such connections, anyone could become the War God!
Tian Peng shook his head lightly, indifferently saying, "Empty reputation, it is of no use to me, a Marshal. A true warrior never cares about rumors and gossip."
After hearing this, Xiong Daoren immediately felt a sense of admiration.
Look at Peng, strong and generous, every word he said was profound and enlightening, truly benefiting him greatly!
"Let’s go, after a busy day we should head back to rest. Fight with Yang Jian? Heh, I’m not interested."
Tian Peng chuckled, a hint of disdain in his laughter, and walked forward magnanimously.
Hmph!
Peng is not in the mood, and doesn’t want to raise a hand today. I’ll let you off this time!
Xiong Daoren watched the Guan River Mouth for a while, then huffed coldly, turned his head, and followed Tian Peng.
Seeing that Xiong Daoren had caught up, Tian Peng finally let out a sigh of relief.
He truly feared that this simpleton would directly go berserk; if that happened, he wouldn’t be able to leave even if he wanted to.
Given Erlang Shen’s temperament, even if he fled to the Marshal’s residence, Erlang would pull him out.
He had escaped a calamity!
Inside the main residence at the Guan River Mouth, Erlang Shen was carefully wiping his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.
A weapon is one’s life!
This was Yang Jian’s inner belief.
If one can’t hold onto their weapon, what else can they hold onto?
His hands gently touched the blade’s edge when, the next moment, Erlang Shen’s expression changed.
Looking intently at the edge of the blade, he noticed a slight curling, evidence of damage from battle.
Yang Jian was completely taken aback; his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade wasn’t some magical treasure with surprising functions, but it was certainly a peerless divine weapon.
Having fought for many years and crossed blades with countless divine weapons and treasures, he had never encountered this before!
He had thought it was an illusion, but upon using his Heavenly Eye to take a closer look, it was indeed so. Lately, he seemed to have only crossed hands with that Tian Peng!
Yang Jian recalled the situation when he fought Tian Peng; his flesh withstood his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, skin as hard as any magical treasure.
It couldn’t be, Yang Jian’s mouth twitched.
It couldn’t be that it actually curled the blade upon impact, it was too hard!
Even with his profound Mysterious Cultivation, he wasn’t this strong.
Shopkeeper Chen, impressive!
Although a damaged weapon was headache-inducing, Yang Jian couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim in admiration; such a powerful defense method was clearly evidence of Shopkeeper Chen’s Divine Skills being incredibly formidable!
As long as it’s a Divine Skill, there’s not a single one that’s useless. And just what kind of cultivation level does Shopkeeper Chen have to possess so many Divine Skills to awaken in others?
Withdrawing his focus, Yang Jian looked at the nicked edge of his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing. Although the damage was hardly noticeable unless examined closely, he already knew about it.
It always felt slightly awkward in his hand, even more so now. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Sigh!
Yang Jian let out a sigh. He was somewhat melancholic—the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade was, after all, his signature Divine Weapon, and the one with which he had fought countless battles, achieving great fame.
If he were to just discard it, he would feel quite guilty. But to simply leave it be would annoy him to death.
With a flick of his hand, he returned the blade back and decided to find someone to repair the edge for him!
Yang Jian didn’t plan to do it himself, as he knew nothing about Artifact Refining.
If he tried, he might wind up turning his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade into a stick.
The Xiaotian Dog was holding a grudge and hurriedly headed toward Yang Jian’s mansion; he definitely intended to make Tian Peng see his strength today!
The Xiaotian Dog thought with a huff.
"Yang Jian! Yang Jian!"
Before the dog appeared, his barks were already heard, as the Xiaotian Dog, with a raise of his paw, pushed the door open and entered.
Seeing Yang Jian, the Xiaotian Dog was overwhelmed with joy. No Closed-Door Cultivation—that was great!
"Yang Jian, let’s go beat someone up!" the Xiaotian Dog demanded.
Yang Jian looked at the Xiaotian Dog who was acting so brash and impudently calling his name; his eyelids twitched, and he resisted the impulse to punch him then and there.
This Xiaotian, ever since his bloodline Awakening at Shopkeeper Chen’s, acted as if he didn’t know who he was anymore.
But they had shared hardships together. Although Xiaotian was a pet, he was more like a companion, so Yang Jian decided to bear with it.
"Beat someone up? What trouble have you gotten into now?" Yang Jian asked in a deep voice, always finding him shapeless.
"Tch! What do you mean ’trouble’? Do I look like that kind of person?" the Xiaotian Dog retorted defiantly.
Yang Jian gave him a cold glance. Previously, the Six Saints of Plum Mountain had said there was someone who came looking for them because the Xiaotian Dog had caused trouble for their puppy; and he still claimed to be blameless?
Yang Jian leisurely straightened his sleeves, then after a while, he slowly asked, "What’s the matter?"
Always running to him when there was trouble—if he didn’t check on Xiaotian’s arrogant and power-abusing nature, who knew what problems he might cause in the future?
Ordinary issues were one thing, but if it was something even he couldn’t handle, Xiaotian would be the one suffering.
"Tian Peng just insulted you," the Xiaotian Dog stated bluntly.
Bam!
Yang Jian slapped his hand down and abruptly stood up, the solid wood table in front of him splitting into pieces. A flash of light followed.
He was dressed in a goose-yellow battle robe, and his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade was in hand.
"Where is he?"
Yang Jian’s expression soured as he recalled the last time he had generously spared Tian Peng, and had not even troubled him at the Flat Peach Banquet, yet he dared to so behave.
Just recalling what he had witnessed before, he could imagine how outrageously Tian Peng must have boasted; that guy never thought twice about lying.
Seeking death!
As rage filled him,
a sudden thought crossed Yang Jian’s mind: "Is that bear there too?"
Xiong Daoren?
The Xiaotian Dog blinked, wondering why Yang Jian would ask about him. Was he planning to take care of him at the same time?
That would be perfect!
The Xiaotian Dog nodded vigorously.
Yang Jian: "..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian retracted his battle-ready appearance and weapon; suddenly, he didn’t feel like going anymore. Just seeing that bear was enough to set him on edge.
For some reason, the bear always found a way to needle him; despite being a junior with lower cultivation, he too had awakened a Divine Skill from Shopkeeper Chen.
His pride prevented him from giving Daoren a hard time, but he also had no desire to confront that foul-mouthed bear—it would just be vexing.
Moreover, he realized why Tian Peng had been bragging again—because that bear was the very audience for Tian Peng’s boasts!
