Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 505: A Gift of Poetry

Little White Dragon Aolie had left, busy with his own affairs, while our master was kidnapped by a mysterious demon creature. The faces of Sun Wukong and his two fellow disciples were quite grim.

Surrounded by dense trees and thorns, and with a blaze of anger in his heart, he was prepared to utilize his Fire Control divine skills to burn all the trees and thorns to the ground.

"Master? Where are you? Do you know now?" In the thorny wilderness of Thistle Ridge, Sun Wukong and his brothers searched for a long time and couldn't find Jiang Liu's traces for a while, so they sent a message to Jiang Liu again.

"Monkey Brother? What did the master say?" Zhu Bajie, with his Nine-Toothed Rake in hand, pushed and pulled, clearing away some of the thorns and vines in front of him. At the same time, he asked Sun Wukong with an urgent expression.

"Wait, Bajie, Master has sent a message back. He says he's at Wood Immortal Hermitage, where there are several Demon Kings. There's no danger!" Sun Wukong, keeping an eye on the chat, quickly saw the reply from Jiang Liu and said with a sigh of relief.

"Just a few Little Demon Kings? Indeed, they're truly negligible!" Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing both looked much relieved.

"With Master's abilities, even several Demon Kings should not be able to detain him, right? Hasn't he freed himself?" After feeling relieved, Zhu Bajie immediately opened his mouth and asked Sun Wukong.

It was obvious he wanted Sun Wukong to inquire about their master's situation.

Nodding slightly, Sun Wukong focused on the messaging page of his friends and conveyed Zhu Bajie's question to Jiang Liu.

It wasn't long before Sun Wukong received a reply from their master.

However, upon reading the returned message from his master, Sun Wukong's expression turned a bit strange.

"What's the matter, Great Elder Brother!?" Seeing the odd look on Sun Wukong's face, Zhu Bajie had yet to speak when Sha Wujing, who was beside him, couldn't help but be the first to ask.

"Master says there are six Demon Kings in Wood Immortal Hermitage. They are the masters of the Little Wooden Demon we encountered earlier. They captured Master not to harm him but to discuss poetry with him!" Sun Wukong answered, glancing at Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing.

"Discussing poetry? This is the first time I've seen a demon creature so interested in poetry!" Hearing about the situation Jiang Liu was in, Sha Wujing said in surprise.

"Poetry, huh? These demon creatures are quite interesting!" Zhu Bajie also nodded, his face showing surprise.

This was the first time they had encountered such a demon creature on their Journey to the West.

"Additionally..."

However, after a slight pause, Sun Wukong continued, "Apart from discussing poetry, among the six Demon Kings, there's a beautiful young Female Demon who seems to be entangled with Master, saying she wants to marry him!"

"Again, this?" Upon hearing Sun Wukong's words, Sha Wujing's expression turned strange.

Being the last disciple to join the master, he had already seen many female demons throwing themselves at the master on their journey.

And now, another Female Demon?

"Master, he…he's really amazing! Evil Demon, if you have the guts, let my master go, and if there's any issue, come at me, Old Pig!" As for Zhu Bajie? He was looking enviously, jealously, and hatefully, and began shouting loudly.

As he spoke, Zhu Bajie hurriedly had Sun Wukong use the Soul-Subduing skill to summon the Mountain God of Thistle Ridge and directly asked for the direction to Wood Immortal Hermitage.

"Great Saint, the Wood Immortal Hermitage is about five hundred miles away from here. If you head northeast for about five hundred miles, you'll reach it!"

Confronted with Sun Wukong's inquiry, the Mountain God didn't dare to conceal anything and carefully explained the location of Wood Immortal Hermitage to them.

"Alright, let's hurry there!" Zhu Bajie exclaimed, looking quite impatient after learning the location of Wood Immortal Hermitage.

Not long ago, the master had shared with him a new flirting technique: "Act like a domineering CEO, look like a wickedly charming rogue."

To Zhu Bajie, it seemed that in just a short while, the master had made another female demon fall for him?

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He was eager to go and see, maybe he could learn a trick or two...

"Master, we've found the location of Wood Immortal Hermitage in Thistle Ridge, and we are on our way now. Bajie, this fool, just can't wait!"

As they set off towards Wood Immortal Hermitage, Sun Wukong sent another message to Jiang Liu to report their progress.

"Mm, remember, do not harm anyone when you get here!" Soon enough, Sun Wukong received a reply from Jiang Liu.

Yet, this response made Sun Wukong's face look even more peculiar.

What's going on? Was Master being so considerate of these demon creatures at Wood Immortal Hermitage, forbidding us to strike?

"No kidding, if they come, just don't take them down in a few blows and finish off these experience babies!" At Wood Immortal Hermitage, after replying to Sun Wukong's message, Jiang Liu looked at the mission prompt that had appeared in front of him with secret joy.

Indeed, in front of Jiang Liu, there emerged a prompt for a triggered mission, which he had activated by guiding the six demons of Wood Immortal Hermitage to converse, then triggering the mission.

Hint: Trigger the quest "Talk Poetry," which requires you to thoroughly discuss poetry with the six demons at the Wood Immortal Hermitage, ensuring they are all satisfied. If you succeed in the quest, you will earn 58 million Experience Points and receive a Legendary Level Treasure Chest*1; if you fail, you will be deducted 58 million Experience Points. Accept/Reject?

Looking at the quest prompt in front of him, Jiang Liu nodded silently in his heart.

Although this was nothing compared to the 12 million Experience Points he could get for a single poem from Little Tao, the reward of a whopping 58 million Experience Points for this Legendary Level quest was undoubtedly substantial.

Jiang Liu naturally wouldn't refuse such a passive quest that he had triggered, so he immediately accepted it.

The requirements were to make all eighteen of them satisfied, so, of course, Jiang Liu had to instruct Sun Wukong and the others not to kill any of them.

If they all died, how could they be satisfied? Naturally, his quest would also fail.

He had just reached level 60 not too long ago. If he failed this quest and lost a full 58 million Experience Points, wouldn't he be demoted?

If he were to drop back to level 59, would he still have his Soul-Returning Spell skill?

Jiang Liu didn't know, and he most definitely did not want to find out!

"Master, are you really willing to discuss poetry with us? Aren't you disdainful of our demon kind?" Putting aside what Jiang Liu was thinking, at this moment, the eighteen demons looked at Jiang Liu with surprise and delight and asked.

They did not feel confident when they first asked him to discuss poetry with them and had even prepared themselves for the possibility that Jiang Liu would decline.

But who could have expected that he would actually accept?

"What kind of poetry would you like to hear? Tell me, and I will compose a few on the spot and dedicate them to you, how about that?" Jiang Liu said with a smile on his face as he looked at the eighteen demons.

"Then, thank you very much, Master!" Hearing that Jiang Liu was actually going to compose poetry on the spot and present each of them with one, the eighteen demons looked at each other and their faces were all filled with ecstatic expressions.

Immediately after, the eldest among them, Duke Guzhi, gave it some thought and said, "Master, I'm getting on in years, so I would like a poem that contemplates the feelings of growing old!"

"A poem that contemplates the feelings when growing old?" Hearing Duke Guzhi's words, Jiang Liu pondered for a moment.

He then said, "In that case, I'll give you a poem called 'Random Writings on Returning Home,' which tells the story of a person who leaves his hometown when he is young, returns when he is old, and experiences the sensation of the falling leaves returning to their roots!"

"Left home young and returned when old, local accent unchanged, the temples now gray. Children meet, yet do not recognize, with smiles they ask, from where does the traveler come!"

"Children meet, yet do not recognize, with smiles they ask, from where does the traveler come? Such a fine poem, I admire the Master's literary flair, to compose such an excellent poem in a trice, thank you, Master!"

Hearing the poem "Random Writings on Returning Home," Duke Guzhi expressed his ecstatic gratitude to Jiang Liu, while the other demon kings also exchanged looks, their faces full of admiration.

They had witnessed Jiang Liu compose the poem in just a brief moment.

What was more, it was based on the subject given by Duke Guzhi himself.

It was almost unbelievable if one had not seen it with their own eyes.

"Big brother has received his 'Random Writings on Returning Home.' Is it my turn now? Master, my name is Duke Guzhi; could you please compose a poem centered around the character 'loneliness' for me?" After Duke Guzhi received his poem, another demon by the name of Duke Guzhi spoke up.

"In that case, I'll give you a poem that fully captures the essence of solitude, called 'River Snow,'" Jiang Liu said after a brief pause.

"A thousand mountains birds take flight, myriad paths no human trace. A lone boat, an old man in a straw cloak and hat, fishing alone in the snowy river chill."

"What a great poem!" As the poem "River Snow" ended, Duke Guzhi's eyes brightened, and he exclaimed in admiration.

Indeed, these brief twenty words almost perfectly sketched the essence of solitude.

"It's my turn now, it's my turn!"

After the two consecutive poems were received with great admiration, Master Lingkong grew impatient and said, "My name is Master Lingkong, symbolizing the aspiration to soar through clouds. I hope Master can give me a poem that embodies a positive and aspiring spirit!"

"Given that, I will present you with 'Chrysanthemum Poem After Failing the Imperial Examination,' in the hope that you will like it!" Without much thought, an appropriate poem quickly sprang to Jiang Liu's mind, and he began to speak.

"Come autumn's ninth day of the eighth month, my bloom surpasses all after. A fragrance shoots to the sky through Chang'an, every city wears a coat of gold."

"Wait, Holy Monk, is it my turn now!?"

Immediately after Master Lingkong received his poem, Apricot Immortal could hardly contain herself and eagerly spoke up.

Her captivating eyes fixed intensely on Jiang Liu, full of affection: "I would like a poem praising the Beauty of Songtsen. I hope, Holy Monk, you can bestow upon me a beautiful verse!"

"The clouds wish for gorgeous attire, the blossoms yearn for beauty's face, the spring breeze brushes past the sill, leaving a dense fragrance. If not atop the mountain amidst a group of jewels, would meet beneath the moon at the Jade Palace's face."