Westward Journey Free-for-All

On the road of the Westward Journey, the atmosphere should have been solemn, one of seeking the Dao, but ever since Nezha and Yang Jian joined the party, everything had changed.

Nezha stepped on his Wind Fire Wheels and followed at Tang Monk's side, happy every day, even humming an immortal tune that was completely out of key.

"Deng-deng deng-deng, deng-deng-deng-deng~"

He looked utterly carefree and happy.

After only a few steps, he suddenly stopped, tilted up his little face, looked at the compassionate Tang Monk, and spoke with confidence. "Tang Monk, bringing a little baby along this road is too hard."

"I, this young lord, understand you. Leave him to me to raise! I'm best at nursing babies! I'm a baby myself, so I understand how babies think. Hand him to me, and I guarantee you can rest easy!"

When Tang Monk heard this, he froze in place in an instant. The monk's staff in his hand nearly slipped from his grip, and for a long while, he could not squeeze out a single word.

Child, you're defying heaven...

Off to the side, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian thought in unison: Nezha, you're a Demon Pill. When your temper rises, you even dared kick the former Heavenly Court. Let you nurse a baby? It'd already be good if you didn't lead the baby astray!

Nezha: Hand it over, you!

Ever since Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian had begun traveling together to scout the road, a full month had passed in the blink of an eye.

During this month, Sun Wukong only felt his head swelling. In the past, he had thought he was the most rebellious one, the one who most refused discipline. Now he discovered he had still been too hasty in that judgment, and had been