After bribing Jin Jiao and Silver Horn, Sun Wukong successfully infiltrated the Doushuai Temple and hurried straight to the cowshed in the backyard.

At this moment, Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad seemed to have just received the news and rushed in hurriedly.

"Wukong, Wukong, why are you in such a hurry?"

Lord Lao Zi was still feigning ignorance!

Wukong huffed and said, "Hasn't anything gone missing here?"

Lord Lao Zi replied, looking puzzled, "In my Doushuai Temple, what could possibly go missing?"

Just as he finished speaking, he ate his words. As they arrived at the cowshed, they saw the Child tasked with watching the ox lying on the ground snoring loudly.

"You said nothing was missing, where's your ox then!"

Lord Lao Zi waved his sleeve and awakened the Child, who was genuinely shocked and knew nothing of the situation!

The Child, upon waking, quickly kowtowed, "Spare me, Lord, spare me. Earlier, when I passed by your Alchemy Room, I found a pill and ate it out of greed. Then I fell asleep unknowingly after returning."

Lord Lao Zi, in a tone of 'regret,' said, "Ah, that was one of my Seven Reversing Fire Pills. Eating it enhances mana but puts you to sleep for seven days!"

Sun Wukong now fully understood what was going on. He was speechless, thinking, keep acting, old man, you're too old for The Birth of an Actor competition, aren't you?

But now, since he needed Lord Lao Zi to subdue the Green Bull, he had no choice but to play along.

"I told you that something went missing; hurry and come with me to save my master!"

Lord Lao Zi was unfazed. He knew his ox's temperament well, even more than this clever monkey, and had the mind to jest.

"Great Saint, although my Green Bull has some mana, how could it compare to someone who caused such a ruckus in the Heaven Palace? Couldn't you just ride it back here?"

Sun Wukong knew that even without the Green Bull using the circle, he might not necessarily win, but his pride prevented him from admitting it.

"Oh dear, that Green Bull has a circle that snares any magical treasures or weapons it encounters. Water, fire, poison, electricity—it takes them all. How could I face an enemy like that?"

Lord Lao Zi feigned 'surprise' again.

"Oh dear, isn't that my protective Vajra? How did the Green Bull manage to swindle it away?"

Seeing Sun Wukong's eyes darting around, Lord Lao Zi hinted, "It's the one I used to knock on your noggin back then!"

Sun Wukong suddenly understood.

"How did you even let the Green Bull take it away!"

Sun Wukong dragged Lord Lao Zi back to the Golden Pocket Mountain, where at that moment the Green Bull was in a stare-down with the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals in the sky.

The protagonist had gone to seek reinforcements and wasn't there. They were already tired of acting. Deng Chanyu stood seriously in full armor at the forefront but her mind had already wandered to Outer Heaven.

Recently overwhelmed with work, there wasn't much time to loaf around.

In no time, Sun Wukong and Lao Zi arrived. Seeing Lord Lao Zi, the Green Bull heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that the mission was over.

Clearly, Lord Lao Zi was still very committed, taking out a small fan from his waist, he fanned it at the Green Bull, sending a whirlwind to retrieve the Vajra back to his hand.

Then he called out, "Ox, follow me back now."

The Green Bull immediately knelt down, revealing its true form, flying over to Lord Lao Zi's side and even snuggling against him.

After finishing everything, Lord Lao Zi chuckled and said, "Ah, thankfully I had this Palm Leaf Fan, otherwise I couldn't have handled this ox!"

Deng Chanyu: ...

All Gods: ...

Sun Wukong: ...

Ah, right right, whatever you say, old man!

This troublesome Green Ox Spirit, wouldn't it just follow if you called its name twice? That fanning was really just to save us some face!

After resolving the matter, the Immortals retrieved their treasures and returned to the Heavenly Court to report. Xuanzang and his disciples packed up and set off again.

In the bright day within the Highest Heavens, Deng Chanyu leaned beside Nezha, vividly describing Sun Wukong's expressions at that time, filled with joy.

Nezha already knew everything that had happened but seeing Deng Chanyu mimic the monkey was its own source of amusement.

Calculating once more, Xuanzang and his disciples were about to reach the Xiliang Country, but this Daughter Country's King might be different from the original story.

Enjoying life with zest, Nezha had now reached a certain extreme in cultivation. Further practice would only polish and accumulate mana. He already had two Corpse-cutting Avatars, practicing himself without cutting, practicing personally afterwards—isn't the corpse cutting all in vain then?

Drink, drink!

Nezha was relaxing, waiting for the opportunity to cut out the third corpse, when suddenly thunder began to roar from the sky, countless bolts of lightning appearing out of nowhere, resounding through the Primordial.

With a glance using Heavenly Vision, Nezha understood what was happening at once, the Thunder God had returned after dueling with Kong Xuan outside of Chaos.

Kong Xuan had Nezha's positioning assistance, so her return was relatively early. The dragon clan itself could hardly protect its own now, let alone aid the Thunder God.

Yet, returning at this time, the Thunder God's luck was certainly considered decent, deserving of his top-tier status.

Nezha, having obtained a quarter of the Hongmeng Purple Qi from Thunder Marsh, couldn't help but sigh, Ah, destiny truly pits me against the Dragon Clan.

On the other side, as soon as he declared his return to the Primordial, the Thunder God sought to return home, for something important remained there.

Relying on memory to locate Thunder Marsh, hmm? Thunder Marsh was gone?

My home? Where is my home?

As the largest natural thunder convergence spot in Primordial, Thunder Marsh was on par with the top-tier Pocket World, far from ordinary people's reach to destroy.

He surveyed the area searching for clues about the enemy, but found nothing.

Thunder Marsh had been blasted into a vast lake; what clues could possibly remain?

In anger, with a dragon's roar, acres of thunderclouds unleashed a frenzy of bombardment, turning ecosystems developed over a millennium to scorched earth.

After venting, the Thunder God felt incredibly unlucky, struggling to comprehend his predicament.

In any mythology, the Thunder God holds an exalted status, even an all-powerful Heavenly Emperor in some. As one of Primordial's oldest thunder gods, he had the inherent potential.

His Fate Grid, Qi Fortune, and cultivation all subtly reached that standard, yet luck eluded him.

In primordial times before Hong Jun became a Saint, while the Three Clans were in a developmental phase, the Thunder God, as one of the dragon clan's leaders, was already a strong force.

He didn't even need to practice; merely eating and sleeping would gradually increase his strength.

One day, an old man came asking to exchange a Jade Butterfly Fragment? Dragons fancy shiny things, but such a nonsensical fragment couldn't rouse this old dragon's interest. So, he consciously extorted a fortune from the old man, feeling he'd profited.

And didn't dwell on it until years later in Zixiao Palace, where he saw the old man sitting at the top, lecturing, with what he had traded that fragment for—the Creation Jade Scroll—on his head.

Thunder God: Damn! You *****(Dragon words of venom)

So, the Thunder God never returned to Zixiao Palace after that instance. Firstly, the path was not of the Mystic Sect philosophy; secondly, that old man simply annoyed him!

As the Thunder God, he was no paragon of temperate notions, but when faced with the First Saint since Creation, what choice did he have but to be mindful?

Thinking it all happened there? Not quite.

After the third lecture in Zixiao Palace, he didn't go anywhere, just napped at Thunder Marsh. Then, at some indeterminate point, a wisp of purple qi drifted leisurely over to Thunder Marsh.

The Thunder God couldn't identify it but perceived the rich Power of Heaven within, ensuring it was something valuable, stashing it away stealthily.

This, he didn't share even with his older brother and several other siblings—they were brothers but also alliances of interest, having shared affinity, yet ultimately making compromises where necessary.

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