Chapter 322 Extra Chapter: Viewing Space 3
Is this the Monkey King?
Is this Sun Wukong?
Is this my senior brother?
The small world of Sun Wukong already exists, and the doubts of the masses are unanimous, all turning into barrages that densely fill the upper half of the sky.
Even risking being beaten, Pigsy, the Cleansing Altar Messenger, couldn't resist running to find his senior brother, Monkey King, who had already transformed into the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
"Idiot, looking for a beating?"
Bajie hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I was just worried about you, senior brother."
"Hmph, I'm perfectly fine. It's just the Three Thousand Worlds; you haven't even grasped its meaning yet."
The Victorious Fighting Buddha spoke with a strong tone, but his gaze towards the sky held a subtle, complex emotion.
"Father, Mother, I'm back."
"Jiao'er!"
Seeing Yang Tianyou and Yao Ji appear on the screen, not only those in the viewing space, but also Yang Jian and Yang Chan in their various small worlds couldn't help but shed tears.
"very nice."
At this moment, Yang Jian and Yang Chan exchanged a glance and uttered those two words again in tacit understanding. No matter what the viewing space was going to do, at least they saw their grown-up older brother and their parents who were still alive and well.
[I'm the eldest grandson! Winning over my grandparents is a piece of cake!]
The childish yet proud voice narrating again abruptly interrupted Yang Jian and Yang Chan's sorrowful emotions, causing them to look at Sun Wukong and their lips to curl into a smile.
"What are you looking at!"
Sun Wukong blushed more times in this short period of time than he had in his entire life.
Yang Jian and Yang Chan were reserved, but Nezha was not so polite and couldn't help but mock, "Hey, in terms of seniority, shouldn't you call Yang Jian 'Second Uncle' and Yang Chan 'Aunt'?"
The Queen Mother didn't speak, but she couldn't help but let her mind wander. If it really came down to kinship, she was Yao Ji's sister-in-law, so wouldn't Sun Wukong have to call her his great-aunt?
What's with the feeling of "it feels a little good"?
The Queen Mother gently shook her head, banishing the thought from her mind. With Sun Wukong's unruly nature, how could he possibly shout it out!
"If I dare to shout, do you dare to answer?"
"Huh?" The Queen Mother couldn't help but look at Sun Wukong. Had he been switched with someone else? His words didn't sound like a threat at all; why did his tone even seem expectant? Was this still the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace?
Yang Jian and Yang Chan exchanged a surprised glance, then looked at Sun Wukong. Even though, judging from the current situation, he, who had just gained power, might only be able to barely defeat Cun Xin, who was still a child, Yang Jian did not show any weakness.
"Our elder brother hasn't acknowledged your identity, has he? We, the Yang family, will not accept unilateral kinship claims!"
Nezha looked at Yang Jian in surprise. "Wow, brave lad!" He was starting to admire Yang Jian.
Sun Wukong was furious. "How can it be one-sided? I..."
Realizing what he had said, Sun Wukong's face stiffened, and he changed his tone, saying, "Don't make it sound like I'm begging you. If you're so capable, conjure up Yang Jiao! You think you can claim kinship with me without Yang Jiao? I won't accept that!"
Even Wukong's words can be hurtful. The point that Yang Jian and Yang Chan are bothered by is precisely that their world, where Yang Jiao has already passed away and obviously cannot be recreated.
After hearing this, Yang Jian lost interest in arguing with Sun Wukong, and the atmosphere in the viewing space suddenly became tense as the six people quietly watched the content on the screen.
Outside the viewing area, the screens across the six worlds were already buzzing with excitement, the live chat overflowing with comments. Whether you recognize Yang Jian or Sun Wukong or not, no one would miss out on such a juicy spectacle.
In particular, some of the "parties involved" and their relatives and friends were discussing it enthusiastically.
[The Clean Altar Messenger (Queen Mother's Realm): My eldest brother and Erlang Shen, a combination I never imagined... but I think it's pretty good. I'm calling on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva online, can you find a way to turn my senior brother's father... no, I mean, Yang Jiao back?]
[Nezha (from the Wukong Realm): If this comes true, wouldn't the Great Sage Equaling Heaven have someone working in on his rampage in Heaven? How could I not be included in such a good thing?]
[Ao Run (Cunxin Jie): Waaaaah, give me back my daughter!]
[Yu Ding Zhenren (Yang Chanjie): I hereby solemnly declare that I have no aliases, and Sun Wukong is not my disciple! If he were related to Yang Jian, then Yang Jian would also not be my disciple!]
[Ao Bing (Nezha Realm): Nezha! You're finished! Come back if you dare! Hehe, you can't come back—]
[The Great Golden Crow (Yang Jian's Realm): Where is Sun Wukong? A fugitive from the Yang family? You've violated the Heavenly Laws! I'm coming to catch you!]
...
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" A chubby-cheeked, fair-skinned little boy, wielding a stick longer than himself, blocked Yang Jian, Yang Chan, and Nezha's path.
Upon seeing this scene, Sun Wukong couldn't help but shift his body, feeling a bad premonition. Was this just the opening scene? Was he going to lose face again?
"Um?"
Nezha, unusually, sat up straight, looking at the curtain with a puzzled expression, then at Yang Jian and Yang Chan beside him. Would he have such a good relationship with these Yang siblings in the future? Judging from their familiarity with the place, they must have been to the Yang residence quite often.
"Are you Yang Jian's second uncle?"
"Are you Aunt Yang Chan?"
Looking at the little boy's question on the screen, Sun Wukong couldn't help but twitch his lips. He sat up straight, not looking at Yang Jian and Yang Chan beside him at all.
Nezha barked a powerful punch, "Without Yang Jiao, you still want to claim kinship with me! I won't acknowledge it—"
"you!"
Sun Wukong was furious, but due to the spatial constraints, he could do nothing and could only watch Nezha's mocking expression. After a while, he let out a cold laugh: "Just wait, I'm still quite interested in 'A Few Things About Nezha's Pursuit of His Wife'."
Nezha's smile froze. Oh dear, he'd forgotten about that. He instantly deflated, no longer caring about mocking Sun Wukong, and racked his brains trying to figure out how to avoid those few things that made him see through the ghost's eyes.
Even when the little Wukong on the screen said he was stupid, he didn't bother to argue.
"Could this be... my eldest brother's child?"
"That's right, I am my father's good son, Wukong!"
A classic reborn!
Sun Wukong couldn't help but close his eyes;
Yang Jian made a fist in front of his mouth and coughed twice to cover his laughter;
Yang Chan pursed her lips, gazing at the sky and the ground, pretending to be busy;
The Queen Mother maintained her composure by counting on her fingers, trying to clear her mind;
Nezha was slightly relieved. No matter what, he shouldn't be more embarrassed than Sun Wukong, right?
As for Cunxin, she's still young. What could she possibly understand? She was simply moved by the boy's unwavering conviction on the screen, clapped along, and then was pulled back by Yang Jian.
The live monkey was slightly dead.
At this moment, Sun Wukong found a bittersweet moment and was somewhat relieved. Fortunately, there were only 6 people here, and they all came from different worlds. Once it was over, no one else would know.
Fortunately, Wukong was unaware that at that moment, the six worlds, the six interconnected sky screens, were filled with "hahaha".
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