Art Perfected, Descending the Mountain

Sun Wukong's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, but in the end, he still had a monkey's temperament. Inevitably, he had gotten a little carried away.

That day, in front of several Senior Brothers, a whim took him, and he showed off the divine ability of the Seventy-Two Transformations.

One moment he transformed into an immortal crane soaring into the sky; the next, he turned into a spiritual spring pouring over the earth, making the Senior Brothers click their tongues in wonder.

Just as he transformed into a majestic Qilin and raised his head to the heavens with a long howl—

"Wukong."

Li Shou's voice rang out faintly.

The Qilin froze. With a flash of light, it changed back into the monkey with a furry face and a thunder-god mouth, who lowered his head somewhat guiltily. "Master..."

At some point, Li Shou had already appeared not far away. He looked at him, his expression calm.

"Your divine ability has just taken shape, and the monkey of your heart has already stirred. Remaining on the mountain any longer will bring you no benefit."

Sun Wukong's heart gave a thump.

"Return to your Flower Fruit Mountain for now."

"Master!"

Sun Wukong panicked and dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Disciple knows he was wrong. Disciple will never show off again. Please, Master, don't drive me away!"

Li Shou sighed softly, stepped forward, and helped him up, a hint of warmth in his eyes so faint it was almost imperceptible.

"I am not driving you away."

"Your path does not lie in quiet cultivation on Fangcun, but in being tempered by the red dust, in the vast heaven and earth."

"The bond between master and disciple has not yet ended. In the future, there will naturally be a day when we