472: Chapter 357 472: Chapter 357 Ever since Huang Chen had died, his family had given so much money to his master for his sake.
His grandfather kept urging him to cultivate into a Ghost Immortal, hoping they could all be reunited one day.
Huang Chen was even more determined.
He wanted to make himself stronger and kill those who had caused his death, not sparing a single one.
Those who should have died were still alive, yet he had been wrongfully killed.
Burdened with one thing after another, he had grown much more steady, no longer possessing the arrogance of a high-born young master or the habits of someone used to luxury.
It was as if he had become a different person, familiar yet unfamiliar.
He had been inside the Magical Treasure for several months now, oblivious to the outside world.
He cultivated madly, thinking he had made much progress, only to realize that his enemies had improved even faster and had far surpassed him, no longer within his family’s power to suppress.
In such a situation, even if he came out, revenge would not be achievable, and knowing this would either plunge him further into despair, drive him into a frenzy, or possibly leave him disheartened or spur him to greater efforts.
It was hard to predict which way it would go.
The other disciples of the Taoist had initially received attention from the master, but as the master’s powers weakened, they were bullied daily by the Ghost Cultivators.
Now seeing the master bullied by the monkey ghosts, they remained silent, some even mocking the master for his loose tongue.
After being beaten so many times in the Hell Palace, he still couldn’t control his mouth.
These two monkeys, having mysteriously arrived, were really impressive.
They looked exactly alike, and the most unbearable part was that they were now able to speak human language.
Is this why they are so arrogant?
Just how powerful are these two monkey ghost cultivators?
The fact that they can speak human language proves they are nearing greatness.
In the space, there were other Demonic Beasts that could speak—only the kings of their species, and only a few at that.
These two monkeys claimed to be kings; from where had they cultivated such mana?
It was truly strange and baffling, how they had risen without any clear understanding or known background, causing great discomfort.
Before they had died, they had never heard of a Monkey King achieving immortality.
In the months since entering the Hell Palace, what exactly had happened in the Cultivation World?
Here, they had absolutely no information about the outside world, and myriads of doubts and questions flashed through their minds!
“You two little monkeys have become ghosts and yet you’re so arrogant.
Can you really be more powerful than me, your human elder?”
The Taoist was now like a pig that didn’t fear scalding water; he was constantly bullied anyway, so getting some verbal satisfaction didn’t seem so bad.
“Hey, did he call you a dead monkey?
Did he say you were bullied by humans?” one monkey spirit teased the Taoist while playing with him, scratching at his body as if it were infested with countless bugs.
“That must be you he’s talking about, right?
Would someone like me be bullied by humans?
The monkey that had dominated this space for a day and a night didn’t believe that any human, Demonic Beast, or ghost here could be stronger than it, snorting contemptuously with its nose in the air.
“So how did you get in here?
How do you look exactly like me?”
“I was going to ask you the same!
I, the Immortal Monkey King, am one of a kind.
To see that there is another like you, clearly you aren’t my fraternal twin!”
“How could I be your twin when I am a soul born from a body?
And do you have a mother?”
“Tsk, if there were no mother, how would you and I exist?
Do you really think you exploded from a rock?”
The two monkeys started bickering, yet they didn’t stop tormenting the Taoist either, continuing their play and their war of words.
They both felt frustrated, sensing that it wouldn’t be easy to leave, and that the days ahead would be dull.
The Taoist’s formerly black beard and hair were now white.
Already thinner and older from his time here, he had lacked good food, frequently suffered injuries, and been bullied.
Not only did his body hurt, but the mental stress had aged him, and his power had not increased.
Having reached the Golden Core stage, he should have lived for hundreds of years without easily turning white-haired and bearded.
The changes in his body were his own doing.
“You were brought here by someone named Jiang Tang, weren’t you?
His power isn’t that great, so how did he have the ability to bring you in?”
Feeling no great pressure on himself and continuing his squabble with the monkeys, the Taoist realized that the monkeys didn’t actually want him dead!
With that realization, he became bolder and started acting like a neighborly big brother, becoming their conversation partner.
“Do you know why that person can control our powers?”
The soul that had emerged from the body was puzzled—how could a young man possess Buddhist powers, and not just any ordinary power to dispel seals, but also control such a strong soul?
I, the monkey, have been sealed for millions of years.
It was that human who unsealed me.
As for why he has the power to do so, it must relate to the one who originally sealed me.”
The explanation from the monkey sealed for millennia confused both the other monkey and the Taoist.
Could Jiang Tang have another skill unknown to them?
Had he learned the Buddha Seal?
That didn’t seem right.
A disciple of the North City Immortal Sect couldn’t have learned Buddhist Law in a few short months of regression.
But then again, the Cultivation World was never scientific; perhaps there was a unique opportunity at play.