444: Chapter 343 444: Chapter 343 The monkey, hearing that Eryao seemed to be softening, showed a delighted expression and nodded vigorously, saying, “Of course there’s no problem with constructing an Immortal Sect here; the sealed area right here is a mountain peak with the best resources for hundreds of miles around.”
Eryao looked at the monkey with doubtful eyes and said, “That doesn’t seem right?
Both my master and I have observed the area, and there are no Spirit Veins, no Fire Spirit Caves here.”
“Heh, how could there not be any?
I’ve just covered them up is all, as I didn’t want those mortals bothering me.
They can’t help me, yet they disturb me.
I’ve been using these resources to cultivate!
Sadly, although the resources here are decent, this is still just a place in the Mortal World.
The Spiritual Energy here gets worse every year, which is very worrisome!”
The monkey was insufferably arrogant, and even looked quite pleased with itself.
Since those people couldn’t save it, it didn’t want to be disturbed.
Of course, it couldn’t stand to see others do well, so it could only watch in envy but couldn’t leave.
The freedom the monkey always longed for made it quite unhappy to see others enjoy it.
However, scaring the humans at night did bring it great pleasure.
It would of course bully the weaker Demonic Beasts, while the more powerful ones knew better and stayed clear.
The smaller animals dared not linger on the mountain at night, or they’d retreat into their burrows, afraid to come out after dark.
Of course, there were no rats to be seen in the night, for its voice frightened not only humans but made the animals tremble at the sound of it.
The monkey’s smug expression didn’t escape the notice of the group or Eryao’s eyes, but they just didn’t hold it accountable.
Now that it was clear there were resources here, Eryao felt he could explain to the master, so he said to the monkey, “Our master plans to establish an Immortal Sect here.
If you know what’s good for you, hurry up and release the concealed resources.”
The monkey thought this was definitely its chance for salvation, its one and only opportunity—how could it let it slip by?
Besides, without a better offer, why would it do anything for free?
After all, it was a soul that fell from the sky; no matter how useless it was now, it was still mightier than these humans and Divine Beasts who were not yet Immortals, if only its Spell hadn’t been sealed.
As long as it could leave this place and gain its freedom, it could reign supreme in the Mortal Realm, couldn’t it?
With a sly glint in its eye, the monkey put its conditions to Eryao:
“Little Dragon, just release my seal, and the resources here will naturally be freed.
It’s not just that I sealed them; it’s the seal on this thing that’s sealed them.”
Eryao’s doubtful gaze remained on the monkey, which seemed anything but honest as it spun its eyes.
Was it sealed from the sky and then fell here, and the original seal had other purposes?
“Little Dragon, don’t tell me you don’t believe it.
I need these resources to restore my Spiritual Power, and the seal naturally absorbs Spiritual Energy.
It’s kept me so tightly bound for 10,000 years—lucky for me, I’ve absorbed some too.
Over the years, the seal gradually loosened a bit, and now I can move my head and eyes, no longer completely immobilized.”
The monkey’s words were met with skepticism, and it wasn’t known whether it had other tricks up its sleeve.
Eryao couldn’t fully trust it and could only refer these matters to the master.
Jiang Tang wasn’t versed in such matters as Bagua, and considering this monkey-like creature had been sealed so long, it was definitely an Immortal who sealed it.
With his current abilities, was he capable of breaking the seal on this monkey?
When Eryao asked him, he could only answer truthfully, considering that the monkey must have committed a grave crime to be sealed by an Immortal.
If he released the seal, would the monkey come out and wreak havoc?
Disrupting the natural order of the cosmos, he could become a sinner and face obstacles in his future Ascension.
He had read “The Story of Dongguo and the Wolf” since he was a child and had also seen “Journey to the West” on television.
Although monkeys weren’t inherently bad, Sun Wukong had committed many misdeeds while learning Spells.
Especially since he had offended many Immortals.
If he saved this monkey, would it be like the fairy tale where Avalokitesvara constrains him with a Tightening Spell?
He didn’t want to do harm to others for the sake of the Saint Sect.
At present, there was only the monkey’s own word to go on—how much could be believed in what he said?
When Eryao relayed Jiang Tang’s words, realizing they lacked the heritage as Divine Beasts to break the seal before them.
“Monkey, I’m sorry to say, I can’t help you.
My master won’t break your seal, and I don’t know how to do it either.”
At first, the monkey didn’t believe Eryao’s words, thinking they just didn’t want to help; but then, it slowly felt disappointed.
From its initially respectful and pleading demeanor, it began to show contempt.
“Hmph, I thought you were something special!
And you wanted my help to save your grandfather?”
The monkey’s face turned sour, its previously respectful attitude giving way to showing contempt to Eryao.
Eryao hadn’t expected the monkey to be so stubborn, and provoked it.
Accustomed to bullying Green Ox, Eryao, now angered by the monkey, swung the Vine Whip in a fit of unyielding desire to beat the monkey.
“Ouch, did I say something wrong?
Your rage is out of embarrassment, Little Dragon.
The monkey began to regret being hit.
Why couldn’t it ever learn?
The Vine Whip felt unlucky, thinking the beatings wouldn’t start up again.
It had hoped to avoid calamity, but now it was back to being the one to suffer.
The Vine Whip, unable to speak, could only think of protecting itself while listening to the monkey’s screams and feeling it got what it deserved.