Sun Wukong Reaps a Rich Harvest, Old Dragon King in Tears!

"Ao Guang, you say the dragon meat of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal level…"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips, his tone as cold as a blade:

"Would it be more tender steamed, or more flavorful braised?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea, Ao Guang, felt a chill run down his neck, a coldness shooting from his spine to the crown of his head, his dragon whiskers trembling.

He forced a smile that was uglier than a cry and said tremblingly:

"Your… Your Excellency jokes! This old dragon's skin is thick and tough, and very fishy. How could it be edible… cough cough, it's not edible, truly not edible!"

Before the words could even fall, a mighty gust of wind from a punch arrived.

Sun Wukong's face darkened, he stopped speaking, and with a sudden surge of power in his right arm, he threw a punch!

"Bang!!"

Ao Guang's body flew like a kite with a broken string, overturning the dragon table and coral screen, soaring dozens of feet before crashing heavily against a palace pillar. His dragon scales shattered, blood splattered, and the entire grand hall trembled.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals inside and outside the Dragon Palace fled in terror, scattering in all directions, none daring to step forward to help him.

"Nngh–!"

Ao Guang wailed, and before he could get up, Sun Wukong had already flashed before him, stomping him heavily to the ground.

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with cold light as he looked down at Ao Guang from above, sneering repeatedly:

"Old Sun spared your life because you hosted me for a feast of wine and meat. But if you dare to deceive me again, do you believe I can send you directly to the King of Hell with this foot of mine?"

"The Medicine King, those two baldasses, tricked Old Sun into coming to the Dragon Palace to retrieve treasure, and Old Sun already killed them with two punches! You old dragon, not knowing life from death, dared to offer treasure yourself. Do you think Old Sun is a fool? A dragon dares to play tricks on a monkey? Are you truly tired of living?"

Ao Guang's face was now ashen. That punch was as heavy as heavenly might, nearly shattering his dragon essence. Now, being stomped and unable to move, he had no power to fight back at all.

Moreover, this monkey before him could casually swat to death even a Bodhisattva of Buddhism. How could he, a mere Dragon King of the Eastern Sea, dare to fight him?

He could clearly feel Sun Wukong's overwhelming killing intent, which could take his life at any moment!

"Your Excellency, spare my life!"

Ao Guang endured the severe pain, wailing with tears:

"Your Excellency, spare my life! This little dragon knows his mistake, this little dragon knows! All of this… was arranged by Buddhism! It was them! They ordered this little dragon to act like this, just to… just to make Your Excellency bear more karmic debt!"

"As expected."

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in the depths of his gaze. He had read Journey to the West thoroughly and naturally knew that retrieving treasure from the Dragon Palace was an important part of Buddhism's grand plan. However, experiencing it firsthand today, he still wanted to verify it again.

"Everything is just as Master wrote in his novel. Buddhism calculated everything, sparing no effort to set up a plan for me to incur karma and karmic debt, advancing step by step."

Thinking this, Sun Wukong gently lifted his foot, releasing Ao Guang, his eyes chilling enough to make one tremble:

"Get up."

Ao Guang felt as if he had received a great pardon. He shakily propped up half of his dragon body, coughing up blood repeatedly, his beard soaked with cold sweat.

He lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Your Excellency, this little dragon… this little dragon had no intention of harming you. It's just that Buddhism is powerful, and this little dragon… this little dragon truly dared not disobey… If I had a choice, how could this little dragon dare to deceive Your Excellency?"

He cautiously observed Sun Wukong's expression, as if fearing that a single wrong look would cause his soul to scatter.

Sun Wukong smiled faintly, standing with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes deep, his tone still casual:

"You want Old Sun to take this Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, and it's not impossible, as long as you agree to a few small matters for me…"

Sun Wukong turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Ao Guang like a knife: "I'll take this Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, and you can also report back to Buddhism!"

"Yes, yes, yes! This little dragon is willing to obey Your Excellency's commands, to go through fire and water, without any second thoughts!" Ao Guang nodded repeatedly, like pounding garlic, afraid of being a moment too slow.

"On my Flower-Fruit Mountain, there are millions upon millions of demon soldiers and generals. The cost of food and supplies flows like water. But my Flower-Fruit Mountain's land is barren, its products scarce, not comparable to your Dragon Palace's rich and vast territory and abundant resources."

Hearing this, Ao Guang almost wept without tears. So this monkey wanted money!

Damn it!

If you wanted money, why didn't you say so earlier?

Was there a need to beat up a dragon?

Can these old arms and legs of mine withstand a punch from you?

Wuwuwuwu!

I took a punch for nothing!

However, when it comes to money, the dragon race truly has no shortage.

There are countless gold and silver mines on the seabed, pearls, agate, shells, and gems that are inexhaustible. The immortals don't care for these things, and no one competes with them for them on a normal basis.

"How much does Your Excellency require? This little dragon will do his best to satisfy you."

"It's not much, it's not much."

Sun Wukong chuckled and flicked his hand, producing an abacus and tapping it with a clatter.

"Flower-Fruit Mountain is short on food lately, so give me a hundred billion catties of seafood first, live and fresh. No shells, though."

"As for gold, silver, and jewels, a hundred thousand catties of gold, one million catties of silver, and a million pearls. As for coral, agate, shells, gems, and the like, let's have a total of one million tons."

He spoke while casually manipulating the abacus beads, as if he were just casually mentioning it.

Ao Guang's cold sweat poured down his face. Though his heart ached, he gritted his teeth and could still agree. Who was he to argue when the Monkey King had the bigger fist? In this day and age, might made right!

But just then, Sun Wukong suddenly raised his head and said leisurely:

"Of course, these are all consumables, gone once used. For the long-term development of our Flower-Fruit Mountain, your Dragon Clan will send this quantity regularly every year from now on!"

Sun Wukong wasn't killing the goose that laid the golden eggs; he knew well that leeks must be harvested slowly, one by one!

The Eastern Sea was vast and its underwater resources were rich. With the Dragon Clan's provisions, the demons of Flower-Fruit Mountain would not lack supplies!

"Pfft—!"

Ao Guang spat out a mouthful of blood that flew three feet high, his face turning purple.

"What? Every year? If that's the case, won't our Dragon Clan become a vassal state of Flower-Fruit Mountain, paying tribute annually?"

"What, you're not willing?!"

Sun Wukong clenched his fist and said with a sinister smile, "Ao Guang, do you want to take another punch?"

Ao Guang tearfully agreed, "This little dragon understands. This little dragon will offer this many supplies to Flower-Fruit Mountain every year from now on!"

Sun Wukong laughed heartily and patted Ao Guang's shoulder:

"Old Dragon King, don't wear such a long face! From now on, my Flower-Fruit Mountain and your Eastern Sea Dragon Palace will become sworn brothers. I, Old Sun, will be the elder brother, and you will be the younger. We will be allies. These supplies of yours can be considered protection fees. From now on, I, Old Sun, will cover for your Dragon Palace!"

It had to be said, Sun Wukong's character was clear about grievances and favors, and he was forthright and righteous!

But Ao Guang wanted to cry but had no tears. He secretly calculated in his heart, Who asked you, this mischievous monkey, to cover for me? You're just a Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal. It's only because our Dragon Clan has fallen that we can be bullied by you. When the Heavenly Court and Buddhism make a move, you monkey will be captured in minutes!

Right!

Let this monkey be arrogant for a few years. When the Heavenly Court and Buddhism intervene, the entire Flower-Fruit Mountain will be wiped out, and then there will be no need for tribute!

Thinking of this, Ao Guang's depressed mood eased slightly. He said:

"Immortal Master, the conditions have now been agreed upon. May I ask the Immortal Master to accept this divine iron?"

Ao Guang's face was full of anticipation, wishing he could shove this hot potato into Sun Wukong's hands immediately and then chase him away from the Dragon Palace, never to see him again!

"It's still too early."

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing two shiny front teeth:

"Old Sun heard that the Dragon Palace offers tens of thousands of dragon carcasses to the Heavenly Court and Buddhism every ten years! On average, that's over a thousand per year!"

"Old Sun also wants to taste what this dragon meat is like!"

Ao Guang just wanted to send Sun Wukong away quickly. Gritting his teeth, he took out a storage ring and said, "Immortal Master, this little dragon has a thousand dragon corpses here. Please accept them!"

After taking them, Sun Wukong laughed heartily, "Not bad, not bad. You Dragon King are much more obedient now. Remember, you must also offer a thousand dragon corpses to my Flower-Fruit Mountain every year from now on!"

Ao Guang tearfully agreed again.