Wukong did not join them in cultivating the vegetable garden.
After distributing the farm tools and exchanging a few words with the Bull Demon King, he rode away on his somersault cloud.
Yun Zhan had already heard the Nth version of the beginning of "Journey to the West".
Although it's unclear how many times it's been passed around or how the wording has changed, the main content remains the same.
He pondered this for several days after hearing it.
In all the ancient books and unofficial histories he had read and the legends he had heard during his time as a god-emperor, there seemed to be no god named "Sun Wukong".
I've never even heard of the Somersault Cloud or the Seventy-Two Transformations.
I've been incredibly curious about it.
Upon seeing him today, Yun Zhan almost twisted his ankle and fell into a ditch.
Holy crap!
This, this, this is the Golden Cloud of Merit!
This is a golden cloud of merit that even the gods cannot summon!
With this cloud by its side, who would dare to attack the little monkey under the heavens?
May you be struck dead by lightning!
Just who is this girl in white?
How can someone so easily comprehend the golden cloud of merit that only Heaven can bestow?
"Wukong's somersault cloud is really amazing," Luo Xingran said enviously.
“Yes, although those at the Core Formation stage can fly, it’s nothing compared to Wukong’s somersault cloud,” Niu Yancai chimed in.
"This somersault cloud is extremely fast and doesn't consume much spiritual energy. Even my Heavenly Grade Spirit Boat can't keep up with it," Bai Wenyuan said, shaking his head.
Yun Zhan couldn't help but purse his lips.
Let alone a mere Heavenly Grade Spirit Boat, even Immortal Grade or Divine Grade boats are completely incomparable.
To say that there's a world of difference between clouds and mud is to squander the mud.
Wukong left to pick the Golden Frost Spirit Glass.
It's the "soybean" that Bai Qingqing mentioned.
Only a few plants grew by a spring near a cliff in the deep mountains.
Golden and heavy.
Beside the Golden Frost Spirit Glass was a guardian beast at the peak of the ninth level of the Returning Origin Realm—the Ink-Top Snowflake Serpent.
It has been waiting here for months, and it looks like it's about to reap the rewards.
Then, Wukong arrived.
Upon seeing Wukong, the Snowflake with the Ink-topped Peak sank to the bottom of the spring with a whoosh.
They dared not move an inch.
It was afraid that Wukong would think it was a guardian beast, protecting it from being picked, and then Wukong would kill it directly.
Although the Golden Frost Spirit Glass is precious, it is far less important than one's own life.
Only after Wukong had gone far away did the Ink-Topped Snowflake Snake dare to emerge from the bottom of the spring, nervously twisting its body before flicking its tail and swimming away.
It also knew of a place where two miraculous herbs were about to mature.
Eating it will also be very beneficial to it.
Just go back there and keep watch.
When Wukong returned on his somersault cloud, Bai Qingqing happened to look up and saw him.
This was the first time she had ever seen Wukong use the Somersault Cloud.
But I wasn't surprised.
She felt that since Wukong had already reached the half-step immortal realm, he must have some tricks up his sleeve. Besides, didn't he also know the Seventy-Two Transformations?
"Very good," Bai Qingqing praised.
"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching." Wukong smiled with narrowed eyes and took out a small jar from his storage ring: "Master, I brought back the soybeans."
Bai Wenyuan and the others looked over curiously.
"Wukong, is this Golden Frost Spirit Glass?" Yun Yue asked telepathically.
“Yes,” Wukong replied, “but my master said that these are similar to the soybeans she uses to make soy milk, so she asked me to pick them and take a look.”
"Soy milk? What is soy milk?" Bai Wenyuan asked.
"I haven't tried it yet, so I'm not sure," Wukong said. "Now that the soybeans have been harvested, maybe the master will make it later."
Bai Qingqing took the small jar, took out a handful of ingredients, and looked at them.
"It does look quite like soybeans, but the soybean flavor isn't as strong. I'll make it and try it later to see how it tastes," Bai Qingqing said.
"Didn't Master say that we need a stone mill to make soy milk?" Wukong asked.
“This is easy,” Bai Qingqing said, pulling out several stones of different sizes from her system space. “We can make one right now.”
When she mentioned wanting to drink soy milk in the morning, she noticed these stones had appeared on the empty space in the system space.
I only glanced at it at the time and didn't pay much attention.
Looking at it now, the size and style are exactly right, without the slightest difference.
Could it be that this used to be a stone mill, and it was just disassembled?
Bai Qingqing first placed the slightly larger, grooved stone on a stone block.
Then the smaller, perforated round stone was placed on the protruding part of the slightly larger stone.
"It seems like we're missing a handle." Bai Qingqing muttered to herself as she rummaged through her system space.
I found a natural "L"-shaped purple wooden stick, the perfect size.
"Isn't that it?" Bai Qingqing attached the purple wooden stick and then casually turned it around.
In an instant, a deafening sound rang in everyone's ears.
A terrifying pressure emanated from the stone mill and spread rapidly outwards.
At that moment, everyone felt a sense of unease, as if the shadow of death was looming over them.
They were truly like ants.
Yun Zhan was so overwhelmed by the pressure that he sat down on the ground, his lips turning white and trembling slightly.
Could this be the legendary...millstone?
Legend has it that with a single turn of the millstone, an entire world can be ground into ashes.
Miss Bai, do you want to destroy this world?
Just as everyone doubted that they would die here, green ripples spread out rapidly, interspersed with streaks of white, red and purple light.
Together, we resisted that oppressive force.
"This stone mill is quite nice." In the end, it was Bai Qingqing who spoke with a smile, completely extinguishing the lingering arrogance.
The rippling green waves, along with the white, red, and purple light, took the opportunity to disappear into the millstone.
The surface of the stone mill shines brightly, but it quickly becomes subdued again.
Everything returned to silence.
"Luckily, Sister Tao reacted quickly." Fire Spirit patted its chest with its wings and said with a lingering sense of fear.
“Li Xue, Master sometimes unconsciously manipulates the sacred artifact to take out some things. You must pay more attention to this in the future,” Yan Xi said solemnly.
"It was my fault. I will definitely be more careful in the future," Li Xue said guiltily.
It's definitely her fault.
She got so engrossed in reading a novel last night that she didn't pay much attention to what was happening outside.
They didn't even notice that the master had taken out the broken seal of the Millstone and the Heavenly Wheel, and even reassembled the Millstone.
The spirit of the Grinding Disc is still asleep and cannot seal or suppress divine power on its own.
It was the owner himself who turned it.
Fortunately, Sister Peach intervened in time, and fortunately, the owner subconsciously adjusted and suppressed his emotions; otherwise, it would have led to a major disaster.
At that time, she will be held accountable even if she dies a thousand deaths.
Thinking of this, Li Xue glared fiercely at those novels.
It's all because of them.
I'll seal them all away and never look at them again.
"Don't panic, everyone. Master won't harm you." Yan Xi's cool voice echoed in everyone's minds.
Then, the branches and leaves swayed gently, and green ripples swept over everyone's heads.
Everyone immediately felt refreshed and invigorated.
The shadow of death that had been lingering in my mind vanished instantly, replaced by a warm and comforting feeling in my spiritual veins.
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