Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Tang Sanzang immediately got fired up, rolled up his sleeves, and scolded fiercely, "You darn turtle spawn, dare to steal my fine wine and crabs? And you want to run? Watch me thrash you!"

Having said that, Tang Sanzang marched with large strides toward the depths of The Wilderness.

Seeing this, the dragon hurriedly held him back, "Elder Tang, you might not be aware, but the depths of The Wilderness are no ordinary place. Inside, there are numerous infamous old demons whose strengths are unfathomable. I've even heard that there's a Semi-Saint presiding over them… Moreover, there are Ferocious Beasts that survived from the primordial times roaming around, which is the very reason why the Heavenly Court allows The Wilderness to exist."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was not scared, but instead, he became excited, "Are you saying that there are Ferocious Beasts from the primordial times still alive here? And old demons at the level of Semi-Saints?"

The dragon nodded subconsciously, "That's what I've heard. The Semi-Saint level old demon is said to be a giant snake..."

"Slurp..." Tang Sanzang wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and said, "Having lived for so long, it should have soaked in the flavor by now, shouldn't it?"

Seeing Tang Sanzang in this state, the dragon didn't know how to respond properly.

Confronted with a sub-Sage, this guy was not only unafraid but also thinking about eating…

This... oh brother...

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Tang Sanzang, noticing the other's expression, quickly explained, "Er... It's not entirely for the sake of eating that I do this. I mainly feel that the white eagle went too far.

It stole my things; I can't tolerate that!

So, I'm not going for the food, I'm going for vengeance!

Let's hurry, my knife is starving!"

The dragon looked at Tang Sanzang with a tilted head and chuckled. If he believed a single word of what this baldy was saying, he would be the pig!

After walking a few steps, Tang Sanzang stopped.

The dragon asked, "Elder Tang, what's the matter?"

Tang Sanzang asked, "Are you good at cooking?"

The dragon replied, "I'm... average, I guess. I'm best at cooking dog meat. You know, there aren't that many animals one can lay hands on up in heaven…"

"Achoo..." In the Yangtze River estuary, a certain black dog sneezed and then looked up, cursing, "Which bastard is thinking about me!"

On Tang Sanzang's side, he shook his head, "Just being able to cook dog meat won't do; we can't waste ingredients."

Curious, the dragon asked, "What do you mean?"

Tang Sanzang replied, "We need to bring a suitable chef, uh... a suitable assistant!"

After saying that, he pulled out a Spirit Talisman, given to him by Sun Wukong back then, "A single arrow piercing clouds, disciples and grandchildren shall meet!"

The yellow talisman burned, shot up to the sky, and exploded mid-air into a large hand, the thumb, index finger, ring finger, and pinky of that hand slowly closed into a tight grip...

That huge, provocative gesture, pierced straight into the heavens!

Simultaneously...

In the East Victorious Divine Continent, atop the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, Sun Wukong, who was lying bored on a large rock, hugging a female monkey with one arm and holding a peach with the other, basking in the sunshine, suddenly opened his eyes and looked westward, then abruptly stood up and said, "Old Sun is off!"

The nearby General Beng asked in surprise, "Great Saint, you're only a few hundred years old this year, so young and you're already going?"

Bang!

A stick was lifted, and a monkey was sent flying into the sky.

Sun Wukong retracted his Jingu Bang and said to the Marshal next to him, "Old Marshal, my master is calling for me, I have to go back. Take care of things here. If there's any issue, come find me."

The Marshal frowned and said, "Didn't you already retrieve the scriptures? Great Saint, why do you still need to go there? Can't you just not go?"

Sun Wukong looked up and lamented, "It's not that I can't go, but if I don't go, then I really must leave. Let's just stay..."

After speaking, Sun Wukong somersaulted away, heading straight for The Wilderness.

A group of villagers from Gao Village, armed with various farm tools, were shouting, "Beat him up!"

Then a group of old masters, along with a bunch of old men and children, as well as a crowd of women with hulking frames and large jaws, carrying hoes, sticks, pots, and pans charged forward.

In the distance, a pig was running with a rake on its back, shouting as it ran, "You're going too far! I didn't do anything!"

Hearing this, the villagers became even more excited.

An old man shook with anger, "You... what else do you want to do? Since you've come back, you've harassed every woman one by one, not even sparing the eighty-year-old granny. Every woman who got close to you turned into a hulking, large-jawed, infinitely strong, and irritable creature! For the sake of my gentle and virtuous wife... hit him, beat him to death!"

Just then, Zhu Ganglie looked to the west and then threw down a sentence, "I'm scared of you lot, I'm leaving."

Having said that, Zhu Ganglie took to the sky and flew towards The Wilderness.

Elsewhere, a tavern was built by the riverside of Flowing Sands River. The owner of the tavern was a burly man with a full beard. Although he looked fierce, his tavern was exceedingly popular, almost bursting at the seams, with even a three-kilometer-long queue forming at the door!

Some of these people had ferocious faces, some had avian human bodies, some had green faces and sharp teeth, some were of exceptional immortal beauty, and others bewitchingly attractive...

It was clear at a glance that these were no ordinary people; they were either demons from various locales or immortals of the Daoist path.

However, without exception, they all lined up obediently outside the establishment, waiting for their numbers to be called.

And for no other reason than the sign hanging at the entrance of the tavern, no one dared to cause trouble.

On that sign, in bold, dragon-like calligraphy, were written several lines:

Today's menu:

"Limited supply of Buddha's grand-nephew's meat!"

"Early Primordial Realm blue lion meat, available today."

"Early Primordial Realm, white elephant meat, in stock today."

"Unlimited Daluo Golden Immortal monster meat available today..."

"Various demonic offcuts below Daluo Golden Immortal, on sale at a low price."

...

Business hours: Whenever I feel like it!

Who else would dare put up such a sign and, moreover, have it confirmed as authentic by others, and then still dare to make trouble here?

The tavern was neither big nor small but it had not a single servant, not even the owner would show up, just cooking in the kitchen. The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen was incessant...

The aroma was even more seductive, pervading for miles and making it hard for one to stay away.

Just then, the rarely-seen owner came out and said to everyone with a clasped hands bow, "Fellow Daoists, I apologize, but the tavern has an urgent matter and is preparing to close. As for when it will reopen, I have no idea..."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately protested.

Especially those old demons who had been queuing for over a month!

One wolf demon suddenly stood up and angrily said, "Shopkeeper Sha, we've put up with your many rules and oddities. We even serve our own food and wait for you for ten days or half a month!

But we're about to eat, and now you tell me this whole month's wait was for nothing—this won't do!"

"Exactly, you're going a bit too far!" someone chimed in support!

With someone leading the charge, others stood up one after another and shouted, "Shopkeeper Sha, you haven't done much business!"