In the forest, the Fox Demons were bustling with activity.

"Do it quicker!"

The Fox Demon King, holding a blueprint, stood on the side and directed, "If you can't even handle this minor task, do you still expect rewards from the Great King!"

Immortal Zhen Yuan, Sun Wukong, and Mei Hu rested under a tree.

"It's indeed more relaxing this way."

Immortal Zhen Yuan waved his hand dispersing Buddha Dust, and a stone table and stone chairs appeared on the grass.

He sat down and said, "We can teach them the skills and save ourselves the trouble. Why would we do it ourselves?"

"That makes sense."

Sun Wukong nodded, waved his hand, and several bowls of tofu pudding appeared on the table.

Apart from a few key technologies, the demons could help with building the defensive mechanisms at the nodes.

"This tofu pudding is really delicious!"

Mei Hu grabbed a bowl of tofu pudding, sat down, and began to drink, "Where did this come from?"

"From the village."

Sun Wukong answered.

"Heavenly Craftsmanship" has recorded the technique of making tofu pudding; the demons have mastered it well.

He looked at Mei Hu, who had cut her hair short, "Why did you cut your hair?"

"It looks better this way."

Mei Hu lifted her head, brushed her short hair, and said, "Great King, I've finally sobered up."

Sun Wukong nodded; over the past two years, it was time for this creature to sober up.

"I must have been cursed by beauty."

Mei Hu continued, "Ever since I cut my hair, I think I've become even more beautiful!"

Sun Wukong was taken aback.

It seems this creature's illness hasn't healed yet.

"Daji, stop talking!"

The Fox Demon King in the distance blushed hearing her, "Quick, change back to your original form."

Short hair is truly against the norms; how can a female demon keep short hair!

Mei Hu glanced at him, "What do you know? This is also beautiful."

She looked at Sun Wukong, "Great King, don't you agree?"

"Mhm."

Sun Wukong nodded.

Immortal Zhen Yuan stared at Sun Wukong with his mouth agape; could it be that his junior brother's taste has gone awry too?

The Fox Demon King wanted to cry.

"Great King, please save her!"

He said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shook his head.

It's hopeless; it's already in the late stage.

This is a peculiar person who improves their aesthetic by just looking in the mirror every day.

Though short hair does look good, it seems a bit odd to the people of this world.

But after getting used to it, one might start to see her beauty.

That Thousand-mile Eye in the sky has been slacking off recently, always staring at her, not knowing if he's fallen for her.

Sun Wukong finished his tofu pudding, and couldn't help but look up towards the location of the Heavenly Palace.

"Brother."

Ao Luan came from the port, "A group of people are offering a high price to invite you to compile a pharmacology scripture."

"Don't bother with it."

Sun Wukong shook his head, "It's still too early for that."

Ever since people learned about Hemostatic Grass, many sages and hermits from the Four Great Continents have come, asking him to emulate "Heavenly Craftsmanship" and compile a pharmacology scripture.

It sounds simple, but it's actually not.

This world has miraculous flowers and herbs, jade liquids, and dew; they are quite different from the medicine Sun Wukong has seen in the Heavenly Book.

"If I were to write this book, I would need to collect numerous books, and it might take over a decade."

Sun Wukong glanced at Immortal Zhen Yuan.

A pharmacology scripture is crucial for the development of human medicine but has limited use for the demons of Huaguo Mountain, as almost no transformed creature falls ill.

Sun Wukong was well aware that his focus should be Huaguo Mountain. Spending too much time on human affairs would only delay his reforms.

"But elder brother..."

Ao Luan furrowed her brows: "They've come a long way, it wasn't easy for them."

Sun Wukong looked at her: "You have something on your mind, speak freely, there's no need to hide it in front of me."

"Yes."

Ao Luan gave a bitter smile, then took out a book and handed it to Sun Wukong.

"This book is called 'Hundred Herbs Scripture,' it records various herbal medicines from the Northern Continent, their properties, effects, and dosages. A boy brought it here desperately."

Sun Wukong flipped through the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture', chanting a Spell silently, and saw the image of a boy barely clothed.

"So that's how it is..."

Immortal Zhen Yuan also deduced the reason.

It was a boy from the Northern Continent; the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' was the life's work of his grandfather, who unfortunately was killed by robbers on the way to Huaguo Mountain.

Such an event didn't surprise Immortal Zhen Yuan.

What surprised him was that the boy protected this book alone, enduring two years of hardships, making every effort to reach Huaguo Mountain.

Immortal Zhen Yuan calculated the outcome, a smile appearing on his face: "This child has great perseverance."

Sun Wukong nodded in agreement, then turned to Ao Luan: "You want to help him?"

Ao Luan nodded.

This somewhat surprised Sun Wukong.

Ao Luan wasn't previously so friendly towards humans, although the boy's ordeal did elicit sympathy, Sun Wukong felt Ao Luan had other reasons.

Immortal Zhen Yuan was quite touched by the boy's experience.

"Younger brother, these past two years, people have been endlessly seeking you to write a book, I think you shouldn't delay any further."

Immortal Zhen Yuan said: "Why not just agree? I have a good understanding of medicine and could help you compile it."

"Is that true?"

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, he was waiting for these words.

As they say, nine out of ten paths of cultivation understand healing people, and Immortal Zhen Yuan, with a lifespan as long as heaven and earth, his knowledge of medicinal science is naturally extensive.

With his help, Sun Wukong could easily write a pharmacological work.

"Very well."

Sun Wukong smiled and said to Ao Luan: "Go tell the boy that both of us agree."

Immortal Zhen Yuan was momentarily stunned, then he realized.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!"

He discovered that Sun Wukong had long harbored the intention to write the book, just waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Immortal Zhen Yuan felt a bit regretful, his face filled with bitter smiles.

"Great Immortal, this is not a bad thing."

Sun Wukong smiled: "You and I collaborating to write a book for all living beings, what's there to dislike?"

Immortal Zhen Yuan thought it over and no longer argued.

Ao Luan left the forest with the good news.

Outside the forest stood a boy, his face dirty and unrecognizable, his clothes even more tattered, his body so frail it seemed a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Elder brother agreed."

Ao Luan told the boy.

She told him there was also an Immortal helping.

The boy immediately widened his eyes in joy, sparkling with excitement.

"Thank you, sister!"

He quickly bowed to Ao Luan in thanks.

After bowing, the boy curiously asked: "Sister, why are you helping me?"

"Because you have a pair of beautiful eyes..."

Ao Luan bent down, looking at those clear and bright eyes of the boy.

Such beautiful eyes.

"Your eyes resemble the wood I like."

Ao Luan said.

The boy was immediately baffled.

What? Does wood also have eyes?

Oh, grandpa of the Underworld, Huaguo Mountain is indeed a magical place.

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