Misty Forest.
Hongdou Lake.
Sun Wukong stood on the lake, his massive body as majestic as a mountain peak, his six heads reaching towards the sky.
Mo Qiao stood by the lake, her hands clasped tightly together, her face full of tension.
Liu Yi could tell that Mo Qiao's feelings for Sun Wuse were genuine.
Liu Yi just couldn't understand why Sun Wukong, no matter how good he was, was still a monkey. What was it about him that attracted Mo Qiao?
Bian Lang, carrying a gourd of wine, came out of the Justice Fortress. Seeing that Sun Wuse was still in the same state, he complained, "It's been almost a month, and the seventh brain still hasn't grown?"
"Boss, let's not talk about these things now, so as not to affect Wu Se's mind." Mo Qiao knew that it was extremely difficult and dangerous for a multi-headed animal to forge a completely new head.
Not only will they suffer immense pain, but a slight misstep could also cost them their lives.
It's clear that Sun Wukong has tried his best, but the seventh head just won't pop out.
Sun Wuse realized that it might be too hasty.
Perhaps it would be better to accumulate more cultivation before attempting a breakthrough.
But now that it has begun, it cannot end, otherwise all six heads will explode at the same time, and their souls will be completely destroyed.
But he just couldn't muster that last breath; if he continued like this, he would inevitably perish.
Sun Wuse wanted to ask Bian Lang for help, since Bian Lang's cultivation level would surely allow him to use his lightness skill to help him break through to the seventh head.
Unfortunately, none of the six mouths dared to open, for even the slightest leak of strength would render all their efforts futile.
Bian Lang said, "I don't think the little monkey can do it on his own."
"What should we do then?" Mo Qiao almost cried when she heard this.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "Don't panic, I have a plan."
“External input might backfire.” Liu Yi guessed the method Bian Lang had come up with.
In the current situation, we can only hope that Sun Wukong will suddenly break through, or that there will be a powerful external force to help him achieve a breakthrough.
With Bian Lang's cultivation level, he could easily help Sun Wuse overcome the difficulty with just a little effort.
Bian Lang said, "Cultivation is something you have to do yourself."
Liu Yi looked puzzled. Could it be that she had guessed wrong?
Bian Lang approached the lake and shouted, "Little Black, use your tail, put all your strength into poking the little monkey's butt..."
The three-headed black fish, Hei Wushui, poked its head out of the water, clearly unsure if it had heard correctly.
"Boss, this..." Mo Qiao was extremely shocked.
At the crucial moment when Sun Wuse was breaking through to the seventh head, Bian Lang not only didn't help, but also caused trouble.
Bian Lang urged, "Go quickly."
Hei Wushui plunged into the water and swam swiftly toward Sun Wuse.
Although Sun Wuse couldn't speak, his ears were very sharp. Hearing Bian Lang's words, he cursed inwardly.
If it really gets... done by Hei Wushui, how will it survive in the Misty Forest afterward?
As Hei Wushui approached, he adjusted his angle, preparing to leap up.
Although Sun Wuse is their king, Bian Lang is their boss.
The king has to listen to the boss, and they have to listen to the boss even more.
Boom!
Just as Hei Wushui leaped up, a loud bang came from the sky.
Lightning flashed across the clear sky, crisscrossing and creating a terrifying spectacle.
Startled by the sudden appearance of lightning, Hei Wushui shrank back into the lake.
The seventh head, like a tender sprout breaking through the soil, emerged from Sun Wukong's right shoulder.
"That's wonderful!" Mo Qiao cried tears of joy.
Bian Lang chuckled and said, "See? Sometimes, when you're just a little bit short, you need to give yourself a little push."
Liu Yi was speechless.
If Sun Wuse fails to break through at the last moment, is it really possible that Hei Wushui will ruin its backside?
However, this matter was so despicable that Liu Yi had no face to ask about it.
Sun Wuse leaped out of Red Bean Lake, his gaze towards Bian Lang filled with complex emotions.
Hei Wushui dared not surface again, fearing retaliation from Sun Wuse.
Bian Lang asked with a smile, "You're angry already?"
"Boss, what if I don't succeed?" Sun Wuse asked, feeling wronged.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "I believe you will succeed. If you don't succeed, you'll just get stabbed and learn a lesson."
If he were to get stabbed, Sun Wuse couldn't even imagine what his life would be like afterward.
In fact, Bian Lang planned to stop Hei Wushui at the last moment, because he couldn't really let Sun Wuse get hit.
"How does it feel to have seven heads?" Liu Yi asked.
The seven-headed creature in the Misty Forest is equivalent to the late Nascent Soul stage among human cultivators.
Eight heads are enough to rival the infant slaying technique.
The Nine-Headed One is even more powerful than the ancestor who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Because of the appearance of the Hydra, the disciples of the four major sects dared not enter the Misty Forest again.
Sun Wuse said calmly, "It's just that I'm one step closer to my goal."
It is indeed something to be happy about forging the seventh head, but it is only the seventh head.
Sun Wukong's ultimate goal is naturally to have nine heads.
Nine heads is also the common goal of all animals in the Misty Forest.
Mo Qiao thought Sun Wuse's posture when he said those words was incredibly cool.
Even though it was broad daylight, she couldn't wait and kept pestering Sun Wuse to go alone with her.
Liu Yi blushed as she watched.
Is that thing really that fun?
Mo Qiao was much younger than her, yet she was already...
"Sect Master..." Bian Lang was about to return to his room to rest when he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice.
It's a fluffy ball.
Turning around, I saw Maoqiu walking briskly towards me.
Entering the Misty Forest these days is no easy feat.
But the fluffy ball had already arrived at Justice Fortress without anyone noticing.
The fact that it can evade the surveillance of all animals speaks volumes about its strength.
Shi Wushou then appeared, wanting to deal with Maoqiu, and Bian Lang immediately gave Maoqiu an introduction.
That way, when the furry ball comes in the future, it won't have to sneak around.
The furball has traveled a long way to the Misty Forest; it must have something important to do.
"Sect Master, the Western Sea wants to reclaim Ao Feng's remains. I cannot make that decision, so I have come to ask for your instructions." Mao Qiu didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.
Bian Lang asked in surprise, "You want Ao Feng's remains back?"
"In all my years as manager, I've never encountered anything like this. To be precise, Xishen Pavilion has never encountered anything like this since its inception." Maoqiu shook his head slightly.
Bian Lang asked, "What will happen if we hand Ao Feng over?"
The fluffy ball was still shaking its head.
Since nothing like this has ever happened before, they naturally don't know what the consequences of doing so will be.
"Did the people from the West Sea Dragon Palace come from the other side of the river?" Liu Yi asked.
This prison land is surrounded by the Tongtian River, but it has no coastline.
Whether it's people from the West Sea coming over or bringing Ao Feng's remains back to the West Sea, they all need to cross the Tongtian River.
Bian Lang was also thinking about this problem.
"Just a crab general." Maoqiu looked down on the person from the West Sea.
The West Sea wanted to bring back Ao Feng's remains, but only sent a crab general. It's unclear whether they thought Ao Feng's remains weren't important or whether they underestimated the Joyful God Pavilion.
Bian Lang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Even if it's just a shrimp soldier, it still came from the other side of the river."
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