Teaching the Monkey (Part 1)

The Dao followed nature; one lived wherever the heart led.

On Spiritual Platform, Square Inch Mountain, Li Changshou lay in his rocking chair, basking in the gentle sunlight. A faint smile rested on his face, which resembled that of a white-haired, rosy-cheeked elder.

The rise of the Western Sect had nothing to do with him. What did Jin Chan's birth have to do with him?

He would train the monkey well, use the chance to plant a few nails, then stir up the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao before the Journey to the West. Whether he won or lost, whether the Journey to the West Calamity remained or vanished, none of it held much meaning.

If he won, the world would know peace. If he lost, he would flee far into the chaos.

That said, Sun Wukong truly was a born powerhouse.

It had been exactly one hundred days since Sun Wukong had come up the mountain. Today, scriptures were being explained in the front hall, and the monkey could already sit still through the lecture, carefully pondering the meaning of the passages.

His performance had been exceptionally outstanding.

As for teaching the monkey, aside from creating an equal, free, and friendly atmosphere in Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave, Li Changshou had not done much else for the time being.

Thanks to more than ten years of tempering in the mortal world, Sun Wukong quickly became one with his senior brothers and sisters.

With Li Changshou's tacit approval, Sun Wukong used the Dao arts he had learned from his senior brothers and sisters to grasp the basics of cultivation. In just half a month, he traversed a path that ordinary Qi Refiners might not cross in ten or even several decades.

At this point, Li Changshou could no longer