No one knew what method the system had used, but the symbols that had looked like chicken scratch began to twist and move. Before long, they gathered into Chinese characters.
"Nine Revolutions Buddha Demon Technique!"
Five large characters floated resolutely above the rest.
"Damn, Nine Revolutions Buddha Demon Technique! Just the name sounds so badass. If I learn it, does that mean I won't have to fear Guanyin Bodhisattva anymore?"
Excited, Ye Chen ran naked onto the bank. Now that his strength had advanced, he could use his magic power with ease. He tossed his clothes into the water and gave them a few quick rinses. Then he dried them with a wave of his hand and put them on.
"Hm? Ye Chen, you seem to have improved quite a bit," Sun Wukong said loudly when he saw Ye Chen running toward camp. He could clearly feel the magic power radiating from Ye Chen's body, and it was nothing like before. "Heh, nothing gets past you." Ye Chen scratched his head with a smile. He had nothing to hide from Sun Wukong.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Here, Master saved this for you. That blockhead wanted some, but Master wouldn't let him have any." Sun Wukong handed Ye Chen a bag of fruit.
"Master?" Ye Chen looked up in surprise at Tang Sanzang, who was meditating nearby. He couldn't believe it. After Ye Chen had spoken to him like that, the old monk had still saved fruit for him. Had he finally come to his senses?
Curiosity aside, he couldn't let himself go hungry. He took out the fruit and wolfed it down. "By the way, Monkey, where are we now?" Ye Chen asked indistinctly, his mouth still full.
"Hmm, if we keep going for a few more days,