Bang!
Yun Youzi was slammed down before Taishang Laojun, who was meditating in Tushita Palace. Laojun's eyelids twitched, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a young Daoist priest bound up and sprawled miserably before him. Beside him stood Lu Chuan, dressed all in black and wearing a mask, brimming with mystery.
Yun Youzi gave Taishang a dry laugh.
Taishang looked up and said coldly, "Demon, what have you come here for?"
Heh, old man, you're really putting on quite the show!
When Lu Chuan heard that, he wanted to laugh inwardly, but he still held it back. He coughed and said, "Taishang Laojun, open your Eight Trigrams Furnace and throw this brat inside."
"Huh?"
Taishang Laojun froze, lowering his head to look at Yun Youzi, then at Lu Chuan.
What sort of moth-to-the-flame nonsense is this fellow stirring up now?
"Taishang Laojun?"
When Yun Youzi heard this, thoughts flashed through his mind and he cried anxiously, "You are Taishang Dao Ancestor?! Save me!"
"Who are you?"
Taishang Laojun asked, silently sighing in his heart.
Young man, you really don't have the slightest bit of discernment.
If I could save you, would I still be stuck in this demon den swallowing this stifling humiliation?
If his true body, Heavenly Venerable Moral, were here, hmph, what petty cur would dare shout and order him around?
"His name is Yun Youzi, a foolish fellow who actually got fooled by True Martial into coming with Xuanzang and Bull Devil King to rescue the Spirit Child."
Lu Chuan gave a cold laugh. "Just now, I was dueling Xuanzang when my sworn brother was betrayed and ambushed by Macaque King, suffering heavy injuries. This fellow actually put his sword against my neck..."
"Oh?"
Taishang Laojun's voice rose several degrees. He widened his eyes to