Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 213: The Fearless Xiong Daoren

"Yes, yes!" Xiong Daoren quickly agreed.

"Chicken, duck, pig, sheep—all these ingredients just to make a soup! And to top it off with Shopkeeper Chen’s cooking skills!" Xiong Daoren patted his belly that was about to burst through his Taoist robe, "If I could have a taste of this soup, I, Mr. Xiong, would die without regrets!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Peng glared and scolded with disappointment, "Look at you and your petty aspirations. You’ve followed me for so many days and you haven’t shown any improvement?"

"Drinking soup is nothing! We should not only try the new dishes! We’ve got to have all the future new dishes too!"

"You’re right, Brother Peng!" Xiong Daoren humbly lowered his head, feeling ashamed of his own modest desires. They wanted not merely to drink soup but also to taste the new dishes!

They had to try every single dish at the Chaos Residence!

"What dishes are you talking about?"

Suddenly, a voice as clear as a lark’s song rang out from behind Tian Peng and Xiong Daoren.

"Who’s there!" Tian Peng and Xiong Daoren were startled and turned to look in unison.

They saw a tall woman dressed in bright yellow clothes, smiling at them charmingly.

She wasn’t riding the clouds, but she kept pace effortlessly, quietly following them without making a sound, no wonder Tian Peng and the rest hadn’t noticed her.

"What were you just saying about Shopkeeper Chen and new dishes?" The woman in the yellow dress asked again.

Tian Peng didn’t speak, but Xiong Daoren couldn’t hold back.

His eyes widened: "Pah! Who are you? Why should we tell you?"

The clouds were his to command, and being caught up to so easily made him lose face.

"Me?" The girl in yellow blinked and said playfully with a smile, "Isn’t it customary to introduce oneself before asking others’ names?"

Xiong Daoren stopped his cloud and strode forward.

"I’m just a nobody, not worth mentioning," Xiong Daoren said, brushing past his own introduction.

He knew he wasn’t famous enough to impress anyone.

Clearing his throat a few times, Xiong Daoren extended his robust bear palm, pointing at Tian Peng with pride, "This, however, is the War God of the Heavenly Court, Marshal Tian Peng! My great brother!!!"

Especially the last phrase, Xiong Daoren said particularly loudly.

"Keep it down, keep it down," Tian Peng got up and dusted off his clothes.

Although he said so, the look of pride on his face was undeniable.

"War God of the Heavenly Court? I thought that was Yang Jian," the yellow-dressed woman said with some curiosity. "Who is Tian Peng then?"

She knew the so-called War God of the Heavenly Court was only for show.

Otherwise, not to mention the Immortal Clans with their profound Divine Skills even in the Heavenly Court, even she could defeat Yang Jian.

Even though Yang Jian boasted the stunning bloom of the twenty-eighth rank in the Great Luo Realm, she was confident in her own abilities, but when did the title of War God change hands?

Considering how reclusive she was, she couldn’t be that out of touch with news, could she?

"You don’t know who my great brother is?"

Xiong Daoren gave the yellow-dressed woman a once over, his eyes filled with a hint of looking down on a country bumpkin, ignorant and uninformed, long hair but short on experience!

Internally scoffing, Xiong Daoren snorted, "This is the esteemed Marshal Tian Peng, in charge of the one hundred thousand naval forces of the Heavenly Court! His cultivation is profound, and his combat power supreme!"

"Compared to Peng here, that Third Eyed Guy, Yang Jian, is nothing but a faint glow of a firefly delusionally vying with the bright moon!"

"So presumptuous!" The woman in yellow frowned, pondering in her heart.

Heavenly Court’s naval forces...

After a few moments, her frown relaxed as she remembered. She’d heard rumors about the Heavenly Court’s naval forces before—that their Marshal was a glutton and lazy bum with no real skills, and his name seemed to be Tian Peng!

How come he’s suddenly transformed into a War God?

The yellow-dressed woman’s eyes sparkled with interest as she observed Tian Peng’s sloppy appearance, which seemed quite in line with the rumors.

Before she could speak up, Xiong Daoren spoke again.

"Alright, now it’s time for you to tell us who you are!"

The woman in yellow gave a slight smile, "My name is Xuan Feng."

Xiong Daoren laughed coldly, dismissing the notion outright, "What Xuan Feng? Never heard of it!"

Daring to say he doesn’t recognize Peng, then he would just treat others the way they treated him; after all, he truly didn’t recognize them.

Xiong Daoren might not recognize, but there were others who did.

Xuan Feng...

Tian Peng nodded slightly, pondering the name. Does it belong to the Phoenix Clan?

The Phoenix Clan has secluded themselves nowadays. It’s indeed rare to come across one.

But this name seems a bit familiar, Tian Peng thought to himself.

Wait a minute...

All of a sudden, Tian Peng’s eyes widened with astonishment, Xuan Feng?!?!

Isn’t this Goddess Nuwa’s mount?

Tian Peng was utterly shocked.

Why would Xuan Feng appear here? As Saint Nuwa’s mount, shouldn’t it be at the Nuwa Palace?

But that’s not the most crucial part, the deadliest point was that Xiong Daoren’s mouth was still going on!

"I don’t care if you’re some Xuan Feng, Jin Feng or Yin Feng! You haven’t even heard of Peng, and you want to fish information out of us?"

"No way!" Xiong Daoren said, brewing with momentum.

Thinking it this easy to extract information about Chaos Residence from them, Xiong Daoren wouldn’t have it!

"Jin Feng? Yin Feng?" muttered Xuan Feng, eyes narrowing into a smile.

Yet that vivid smile somehow filled Tian Peng with an inexplicable sense of dread, danger!

Tian Peng shuddered and stepped in front of Xiong Daoren.

He gave an awkward smile and said, "Had I known it was Miss Xuan Feng, my apologies, my apologies."

"Peng, she’s just a blocker, why be so polite with her?" Xiong Daoren looked puzzled, "Just scare her off and be done with it!"

With that said, Xiong Daoren swung his bear arms as if flaunting his prowess.

"Scare her off my ass!" Tian Peng, wearing a look of urgency, struck Xiong Daoren with his club.

Why couldn’t this blockhead bear see the situation? Didn’t he realize his own attitude had shifted? Why then should he be polite?

If he wasn’t a bit respectful, who’s to say Xuan Feng wouldn’t lose her courtesy? Although they likely wouldn’t be killed, with Xuan Feng’s strength, beating them silly was more than feasible!

"What’s wrong now?" Xiong Daoren complained after being hit, rubbing his head, somewhat aggrieved.

He hadn’t said anything wrong, after all, they had come knocking. He didn’t understand why Peng would act this way.

Inside Xuan Feng’s sleeves, hands that were channeling mana slowly relaxed.

Looking up and down at Tian Peng, Xuan Feng asked with interest, "Do you know me?"

"Saint Xuan Feng is a disciple of Saint Nuwa, of course I would recognize you," Tian Peng said with a flattering smile, quickly changing how he addressed her.

"My companion here hasn’t seen much of the world, if his words have offended, please forgive us, senior," he said while performing a fist-and-palm salute, not fully disclosing Xuan Feng’s status.

After all, being a mount, even for a Saint, wasn’t all that honorable.

Saint! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The originally somewhat reluctant Xiong Daoren immediately lost his bravado. Although lacking in experience, he knew of the strongest in the Three Realms.

If someone like Peng would call someone a senior and a disciple of Saint Nuwa, who was he to provoke such a being?

Thinking back to what he had just said, Xiong Daoren couldn’t help but shiver, shrinking down like a tortoise, staying silent.

"This fatty actually knows his place," Xuan Feng nodded in satisfaction, putting the past unpleasantness behind her.

Seeing Xuan Feng’s reaction, Tian Peng also breathed a sigh of relief. It really wasn’t because he was timid.

He had crossed hands with fellow Great Luo like Guanyin and Yang Jian, and was deeply aware of the might of those in the Great Luo Realm.

Being more defensive than offensive, when facing opponents much stronger than himself, there was only one thing he could do, which was to take the hits!

And as for Xiong Daoren’s Mysterious Heavenly Formation Armor, no matter how powerful, it required setup time.

Moreover, even if they really could win, he wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on her!