Ye Chen said nothing more. Just then, Wu Hen suddenly said, "Master, why don't we join Ye Chen and the others? It isn't worth continuing to serve the Heavenly Emperor. He's never treated us like we mattered. Why should we keep risking our lives for him?"
"Master, you rescued me from a pile of corpses all those years ago. My life belongs to you. But you shouldn't let others use you like this, only to throw you away once they're done with you."
"You were meant to soar through the sky like a dragon, not wriggle in the mud like a loach."
"My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's!"
The Tomb Spirit's body trembled as he heard those words. My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's! He slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Chen and Wu Hen.
He suddenly asked Ye Chen, "What do I get out of joining you?"
Ye Chen was delighted. "You'll get plenty. For starters, pills. I'll give you as many as you want."
"Also, every Cultivation Method and Magic Treasure we find will belong to all of us. Whoever it suits best can take it."
"Fine, it's a deal!" The Tomb Spirit cut Ye Chen off.
Ye Chen was pleased. He tossed the Tomb Spirit a bottle of pills and said, "Here, take these and treat your wounds." Then he untied the ropes binding Wu Hen.
The Tomb Spirit took the pills and said, "All right, then I'll accept your offer."
While Ye Chen and the Tomb Spirit happily reached an agreement, Tang Sanzang, who was treating his wounds elsewhere, was in grave danger.
After Sun Wukong brought the Calming Heart Pill Ye Chen had given him to Tang Sanzang, he began to protect him as he healed. Tang Sanzang's injuries