Li Changzhou left the room.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The lesser demons knelt along the path, stretching all the way to the gate of the mansion.

This feeling of being high above others was something Li Changzhou had never experienced on Earth. No wonder people love power so much; seeing everyone kneeling at his feet is indeed exhilarating.

"Your Majesty, I've already given instructions at Chen Family Village. I guarantee Tang Sanzang will be well-fed and healthy!" Gui Po Ju hunched over and hurried after them.

Li Changzhou, who had no intention of paying attention to these minor demons, stopped in his tracks upon hearing these words.

The moment he stopped, the old woman's heart skipped a beat.

"You mean, fair-skinned and chubby?" Li Changzhou asked, looking at her.

"...Yes, yes!" A layer of fine sweat broke out on the old woman's back. "I knew Your Majesty wanted to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh, so I specially instructed the gentry of Chen Family Village to serve Tang Sanzang the best food and drink, to fatten him up, so that Your Majesty—Your Majesty, would spare my life! I deserve to die! I shouldn't have spoken out of turn!"

Grandma Gui knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face.

Making an elderly woman kneel on the ground was a huge challenge to the morality of a modern person like Li Changzhou, so he immediately softened.

"Try to be more careful in your next life," he sighed.

He didn't stop tormenting her. From the shadow cast by the coral pearl, a large, dark hand reached out and grabbed the old woman.

In mid-air, with a slight exertion of the black hand, the old woman melted away like snow melted by the warm hand, leaving not a trace.

Some of the lesser demons fainted from fright, while many more water spirits kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

"Sweep the floor!" Li Changzhou frowned, then ignored them and went straight out of the Water Turtle's residence.

"What if the mandarin duck was unintentional?" Guanyin asked.

Does it matter whether it was unintentional or intentional?

Li Changzhou genuinely didn't know, but based on the memories he read, he was 80% certain that the old woman had done it on purpose.

This fish knew of the Monkey King and, being somewhat clever, wanted to use Sun Wukong to get rid of him.

Without him and without the Great King of Inspiration, even though that old turtle is more capable than her, she still has a group of water demons and is not afraid of him. In that case, she will be in charge of the Tongtian River.

"Very well, that mandarin fish demon has eaten many people; it deserves its fate." Guanyin no longer dwelled on these trivial matters and asked again, "With the information leaked by this old woman, Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing may not yet guess, but Sun Wukong probably already knows someone is blocking their way."

"So what if they guessed it?" Li Changzhou said indifferently. "This river isn't for the living; they'll die here. They have no choice but to leave."

Guanyin smiled slightly: "That Tang Sanzang mistakes a club for a needle; he's very honest. Even if Sun Wukong has extraordinary abilities, he can't convince his mortal nature. Your plan will be fine."

After leaving the cave, Li Changzhou went upstream and arrived at the source of the Tongtian River.

With a black eagle watching over Tang Sanzang and Cui Cui and her yellow dog in the river, no one could steal this business. The yellow dog could pinpoint Tang Sanzang's location with a sniff, so he wasn't afraid that the other party would sneak across the river while he was away.

The Tongtian River originates in a vast grassland, beyond which lie majestic snow-capped mountains, tens of thousands of meters high. If this were modern Earth, their peaks would have already penetrated the stratosphere and be clearly visible from space.

The Tongtian River is thousands of miles wide, but its eye is just a small puddle. Li Changzhou cut his hand to stop the wound from healing and put his hand in the icy water.

Deep red blood overflowed, a powerful vitality permeated the air, and the green grass on both banks grew visibly.

Li Changzhou silently recited the incantation of the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques," and the blood vessels spread like veins in the water, flowing downstream with the river.

Guanyin suddenly asked, "You haven't practiced any water magic, but I see you're very adept at swimming?"

Li Changzhou laughed and shared with her his past experiences of practicing martial arts in the great lake of the Honey Pot World.

At that time, he didn't have the countless Taoist techniques in the Fragrant Leaf Crown; he relied entirely on his instincts to cultivate in water 500 meters deep.

Guanyin remained silent for a while, vaguely sensing that Li Changzhou's physical enhancement was not simply about increasing strength; his terrifying adaptability made her take notice.

No matter what kind of life it is, there is always a limit. Buddha and the Jade Emperor are no exception. Even though they are high above, they cannot reach the Great Wall of Divine Will.

Human beings also have their limits. Just take vision as an example: we can't see things that are too small, too big, too close, or too far away. We can't see life on other planets, nor can we see the tiny life in a drop of water.

It's even less likely that someone could casually practice boxing in a lake for a few days and become as adapted to the water as a fish, or even more adapted than a fish.

Li Changzhou was engrossed in his cultivation and usually only spent time with Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia. Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia also only spent time with him, and the three of them were completely unaware of the incredible nature of this seemingly insignificant matter.

In the primordial era, the three of them would have been reclusive figures who didn't even know about Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

But Guanyin has lived for so many years, incarnating in countless forms to become a Buddha, traveling through the world of people in various dynasties, and has seen countless people, both good and bad. She could tell that Li Changzhou was different at a glance.

There's something wrong with this river!

Guanyin quickly came to her senses and looked outside through Li Changzhou's perception, and exclaimed in surprise.

[You're the one with the problem! What's wrong with your blood?]

The blood flowed smoothly down the river, flowing all the way to the bottom without any obstruction.

Let alone this being the Blood Refining Technique of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, to refine blood to be as inexhaustible as a river, capable of nourishing all things and supporting thousands of mountains, even ordinary drops of blood into a river wouldn't flow this fast or this smoothly!

"What exactly happened?" Guanyin asked again.

Li Changzhou thought for a moment: "Aside from the divine body, regarding blood, the only thing I can think of is the Dragon Blood Tree Style: Qilin Blood Essence."

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