Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 228: Have we arrived yet? Not yet, huh?

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Have we arrived yet? Not yet, huh?

"Press your hand down a bit more, hold the knife steady," Chen Nuo advised Ao Ling, who was practicing the basics, in a soft voice.

Good habits will follow you for a lifetime; you must lay a solid foundation.

"Yes!"

Eager to meet the expectations of her master, Ao Ling hurriedly responded and sternly focused on the potato before her. She must not disappoint!

"Chef Wukong, aren’t we there yet? It’s been so long!" The Kitchen God, looking at the mountains and rivers flying past below, spoke with a hint of weariness on his face.

So long he had been flying that he was growing tired. There was no helping it; this was the sad plight of having meager strength. As an Immortal, he couldn’t even fly for an extended period.

Sun Wukong tugged at the corner of his mouth, somewhat speechless, "It has been quite a while, but have you seen how fast you’re flying? You can’t even catch up to my running speed!"

"All that daily toiling away in the kitchen is useless if you don’t also take care of your cultivation," he added.

The Kitchen God wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a sheepish grin, "Yes! Yes!"

Indeed, he had somewhat neglected other aspects of his power. The last time he went looking for Young Zhou in heaven, he’d almost had the stuffing beaten out of him!

Among the Immortals, there were few as humble as he was, while the God of Cookery seemed to fare much better, showing fatigue yet not as disheveled.

"Chef Wukong, how much longer until we arrive?"

"Just over one more mountain, and we’ll be there," Sun Wukong replied casually.

His eyes closed, he emanated a confidence that he didn’t even need to look down to know where Chaos Residence was.

Unavoidably, the location of Chaos Residence was deeply etched in his mind; he couldn’t possibly forget.

Finally, after a bit more flying and judging the time to be about right, Sun Wukong swiftly descended from the clouds.

"Chef Wukong, slow down!!" Seeing this, the Two Deities shouted from behind in worry, hastily following suit.

The clouds hugged the mountainside without fully descending, and Sun Wukong opened his eyes indifferently, yet the scenery before him wasn’t as familiar as he remembered.

Damn, where is this?!

Completely bewildered, Sun Wukong looked up and afar, then suddenly realized he had landed too soon!

The real Mountain of Mind and Heart was still one mountain away, how embarrassing!

"Chef Wukong, have we arrived?" The Kitchen God let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling utterly drained at last thinking the end of their journey was near.

"We haven’t arrived yet," Sun Wukong replied with unperturbed ease.

"Then why did you come down, Chef Wukong?"

"Isn’t the scenery of this mountain beautiful? I was moved on a whim to appreciate it up close," Sun Wukong chuckled.

"Just after this mountain peak, we’ll be there."

"What?! " The Kitchen God’s eyes widened in dismay, another mountain peak to cross was nearly the death of him.

"Are we finally there then?" the Kitchen God asked with longing eyes as they passed the highest mountaintop, sounding breathless.

Sun Wukong nodded, "We are there."

And with that, he too landed on the ground.

"Keep up, don’t fall behind!" Sun Wukong called out.

It wasn’t possible to detect the Chaos Residence of his teacher with Mana; one had to search by feeling. And the Mountain of Mind and Heart was vast; without guidance, it was no easy task to find.

Sun Wukong led the Two Deities through the terrain with practiced ease.

At last, they stood before Chaos Residence, but Sun Wukong was taken aback; what was this?

Where was his teacher’s Chaos Residence? Looking at the grand white walls and elegantly decorated building before him, Sun Wukong was utterly dumbfounded.

Had he gone wrong again?

But this was indeed the Mountain of Mind and Heart, there was no mistake!

"Chef Wukong, is this the place?" The God of Cookery asked, looking around at the green tiles and white walls with curiosity, finding them quite charming.

Does our teacher really live here, Chef Wukong?

Almost reflexively, Sun Wukong nodded, then quickly shook his head. The location was correct, but the building before him was clearly not the Chaos Residence!

The God of Cookery subconsciously said, "Is this place also not it?"

"Ah? Still not it?!" The Kitchen God, upon hearing this, felt like dying; this was too much of a hassle. His old bones were about to fall apart!

Sun Wukong didn’t join in the conversation but took a careful look around. Only after seeing the characters on the signboard did he finally relax.

Chaos Residence, this place was still his master’s Chaos Residence.

Who could have thought that his master would have renovated the Chaos Residence? Sun Wukong’s eyes showed admiration. Worthy of his master, the renovation was really good looking!

It looked much more imposing than before!

The more impressive the Chaos Residence became, the happier he felt from the bottom of his heart.

However, he could no longer find the steps where he used to sit and watch the sky, nor the wooden door frame he leaned against when he had nothing to do.

Completely transformed, his heart also felt a faint sense of loss.

"Chef Wukong, is it really this place?" The Kitchen God, unable to restrain himself, asked again.

"It is this place."

Sun Wukong nodded, took a deep breath, and calmed his mood. Even if the environment had changed, this was still his home.

"Let’s go in." Sun Wukong took big strides forward, ready to lead the way.

The God of Cookery was about to follow when the Kitchen God grabbed him, "Old Shi, Old Shi! Look!" The Kitchen God pointed shakily at the store name by the entrance, his voice trembling.

The God of Cookery followed the direction of the hand and, subsequently, his pupils contracted, his expression becoming colorful.

This store name... was too outrageous, absolutely seditious!

The God of Cookery was thoroughly shocked, his face filled with horror. If the emperor knew this, there would certainly be thunderous wrath!

"Why aren’t you walking?" Sun Wukong took a couple of steps, noticed no one was following, and looked back in confusion.

Seeing their trembling legs, he scratched his head helplessly. Surely they hadn’t become so faint from such a short journey?!

"Coming, coming!" The Two Deities forced a smile and followed with slow steps, not daring to glance at the store name as they passed through the doorway.

As soon as the monkey and the Two Deities entered, they were instantly attracted by the interior decoration, chic and elegant, bringing a soothing and tranquil feeling just by being there.

In the kitchen, Chen Nuo suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence.

"What’s wrong, Master?" Ao Ling asked curiously.

Chen Nuo shook his head: "It’s nothing."

He brushed his sleeve and walked outside.

"Stop practicing for now. Your senior brother has returned. Go and see him."

Senior brother, Ao Ling paused, then became excited. It was Wukong, her senior brother!

Their master had said that she only had this one disciple before her!

To her, Wukong was not just a senior brother, but also her benefactor from the Four Seas, as well as her personal benefactor.

Without Wukong, her father and she would not have advanced to the Taiyi Golden Immortal and to the Golden Immortal Realm, and she would not have the fate of being accepted as a disciple by their master.

With this in mind, Ao Ling also happily went outside.

Sun Wukong, who was admiring the unique decor, immediately noticed Chen Nuo coming out from the kitchen. With joy on his face, he exclaimed excitedly, "Master!"

Sun Wukong jogged over to Chen Nuo and greeted him with great respect.

"Hmm, there’s no need for such formalities between us," Chen Nuo said, lifting his hand with gentleness.

Master?

The God of Cookery and Kitchen God were dumbfounded, staring at Chen Nuo’s excessively young face. They were baffled—was this Chef Wukong’s master?

They would have believed it if he was said to be a young scholar.

However, they quickly came to their senses, realizing that changing one’s appearance was a trivial matter for the powerful.

They thought to step forward and pay their respects, but as soon as they took a step, the legs of the Two Deities gave way, and they collapsed to the ground, prostrating themselves, utterly undignified.