"Zhu Bajie, tell me: where did you get all that cultivation?"
"Me? Hmph! I spent a thousand, ten thousand years cultivating my skills. They were forged through the passage of time. How could a greenhorn like you possibly learn them?"
"Your master was Patriarch Bodhi, wasn't he?" Ye Chen merely chuckled.
Without even glancing at Zhu Bajie's expression, he tossed another log into the fire.
"Young punk, what you're saying makes no sense to me." Zhu Bajie still looked utterly unconcerned, but his left hand had already started reaching for his rake.
His eyes were no longer relaxed.
Killing intent gradually surfaced.
Sun Wukong was shocked too, but he caught Zhu Bajie's little movement. He rose from his crouch, ready to strike Zhu Bajie down if he dared lay a finger on Ye Chen. "Don't get worked up. I know more than that." Ye Chen wasn't the least bit intimidated by Zhu Bajie's movements. With his Immortal Body, why would he fear Zhu Bajie's attacks? That rake might be a divine weapon, but it posed no threat to him.
"The Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. Monkey, don't you think that sounds a lot like what you learned?"
At that, Sun Wukong remembered. The full name of his Seventy-two Transformations was the Seventy-two Earthly Fiend Transformations. Back then, Patriarch Bodhi had told him he had two arts to teach him: the Thirty-Six Transformations and the Seventy-two Transformations. He'd asked Sun Wukong which one he wanted to learn.
Being the clever one, Sun Wukong had naturally chosen the one with more techniques, and so he'd learned the Seventy-two Earthly Fiend Transformations.
Did that mean this pig really was his fellow disciple, a student of Patriarch Bodhi?
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Zhu Bajie still looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid