Buddha Realm Young Man, Stand at Attention!

Taibai hurriedly explained in a low voice:

"His Majesty rarely comes back even once every few centuries, so naturally the official business has piled up."

Su Yuan continued messaging Xu Jingyang:

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"Perfected One, we have a small situation here. Our fourth agenda item may need to be pushed back. How far can it be delayed?"

"Number one hundred and eighty, the final item of the first half. If you want to move it to the second half, it will require the Purple Tenuity Emperor's personal approval."

"One hundred and eighty it is! Perfected Xu, I won't forget this great favor!"

"You're too polite, Little Su. Thanks to taking your advice and coming here, I've only truly understood what power means after half a day. The messages on this communication talisman haven't stopped once. Haha, let me tell you..."

How could Su Yuan have time to listen to Xu Jingyang ramble?

With a tap of the jade talisman, he hung up on him directly. He would apologize after the grand court assembly.

Su Yuan hurriedly contacted Ink Qilin again:

"Venerable One, Venerable One! Could I trouble you to make a trip?"

Ink Qilin instantly replied with an image:

Ink Qilin, the Five-Colored Divine Ox, Four-Unlike, Black Tiger, and several other majestic divine mounts were tied to jade pillars outside the Hall of Soaring Heavens, boredly gathering together to smoke and eat fruit.

Black Tiger even pulled out a set of jade tiles from his robes. The beasts were preparing to play a few rounds.

"The ride's locked up. Can't move."

Venus Star Lord saw the chat history and grew even more anxious:

"Little Su, why don't you go down yourself? Tell them some materials haven't been prepared yet, then go back to prepare them!"

Su Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Master, it's not that I don't want to go. I only know basic cloud-riding arts, and I fly slowly. By the time I returned, the second half would probably be over. Besides, my protective divine ability can't withstand the astral winds in the passage between the Three Realms."

Venus Star Lord gnashed his teeth in anger:

"You only regret lacking skill when you need it! After court is dismissed, this old man will train you ruthlessly!"

Su Yuan's face burned at Venus Star Lord's words, and he remained silent in embarrassment.

He forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation:

The big shots who could receive messages and quickly travel between the Three Realms were probably all attending the meeting in the Hall of Soaring Heavens.

The black-market brothers he knew were most likely tied up outside smoking as well.

There were a few demon kings in the lower realm who could find Wukong, but their communication talismans simply could not connect to the Heavenly Court's dedicated line.

I've got it!

Su Yuan's gaze abruptly fixed on a name that had just lit up on his communication talisman—Golden-Winged Roc!

How had he forgotten this guy? When it came to flying fast, who could be faster than him?

More importantly, Roc was not particularly bright, making him easy to fool.

He immediately composed his message and sent it over:

"Brother Roc, how are you?"

The communication talisman instantly began buzzing. Golden-Winged Roc sent four or five voice messages, each several minutes long, all at once.

Su Yuan's scalp tingled, and he hurriedly replied:

"Don't send voice messages. I'm in a meeting."

Roc replied:

"Motherfucker, you got me beaten up by my sister last time, and you still dare contact me? Weed patch, if I weren't still confined, I'd come over and have a go at you!"

Su Yuan had no time to explain and quickly sent:

"I need a favor—it's an emergency. I ask that you immediately display your great powers and go to the lower realm to send word to your blood descendant, the Roc Demon King! Tell him that his sworn brother Sun Wukong is about to face a great calamity."

"?What the fuck does that have to do with me?"

Su Yuan had already prepared his reasoning:

"Venerable One, please see clearly! Who in the Three Realms doesn't know that the Roc Demon King and Sun Wukong swore a blood oath and exchanged brotherhood pledges, becoming sworn brothers through life and death? Some time ago, the Roc Demon King violated heavenly law, and a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descended to capture him. It was only because Sun Wukong fought to the death and refused to retreat that the Roc Demon King was saved."

"Now Sun Wukong is facing a great calamity and needs the aid of the Roc clan. Yet you, as clan chief, are standing idly by. If word of this gets out, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what? Explain yourself, boy!"

"I'm afraid the entire Three Realms will say that the Roc clan has nothing but an empty reputation, unable even to look after its own brothers."

Roc's blood immediately surged as he cursed:

"Bullshit! Our Roc clan values brotherhood above all else! How could I watch him die and let the sons of my Roc clan bear the name of unrighteousness? We Buddha Realm young men must stand at attention today! Send me the location. Leave this to me!"

Only then did Su Yuan let out a long breath.

Fortunately, this Roc was a loyal and righteous Buddha Realm young man. If he'd gone to college, Su Yuan probably could not have fooled him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Su Yuan received a message from Roc.

"Found him, weed patch."

"That bastard really is passed out drunk in the Water-Curtain Cave on Flower-Fruit Mountain. Next to him lies my worthless gray grandson, the Roc Demon King, along with an old bull, a shitty flood dragon, several lion demons and tiger monsters—damn it, feathered, scaled, and shelled, it's like a goddamn zoo banquet in there. The stench of liquor is overpowering!"

Su Yuan hurriedly said:

"Please wake him up at once, Venerable One!"

The communication talisman shook, transmitting an image:

Golden-Winged Roc revealed his true form, tore through space with his sharp claws, and viciously kicked Sun Wukong in the back again and again, cursing as he kicked:

"Weed patch, that's for beating me in Little Western Heaven!"

Yet the Great Sage merely smacked his lips, rolled over, and continued snoring like thunder. There was not even a red mark on his body.

"Can't wake him!"

Roc had clearly recognized Sun Wukong as that golden light who had fought one against three in Little Western Heaven back then.

Now that he had taken revenge for a personal grudge and vented his frustration, he felt much better and sent an explanation.

"That monkey drank the Heavenly Court's exclusive Drunken Immortal's Worry-Forgetting Dew. The kick is fucking strong! Unless a Great Luo Golden Immortal personally arrives and uses origin immortal power to dissolve the alcohol, he won't wake up for quite some time!"

This was bad!

Su Yuan's scalp went numb. This had been a rare item bought at the black market last time. Sun Wukong had probably liked the taste after drinking it, then casually "borrowed" a few jars to bring back to Flower-Fruit Mountain and show off.

He forced himself to try negotiating:

"Venerable One... how about troubling you to bring him up?"

"Fuck your mother!"

"I'm Golden-Winged Roc! Not some mount for hauling people! Even if Tathagata Buddha wants to ride me, it depends on whether I'm in the mood! You [beep—][beep—], I fuck [beep—][beep—]..."

All of Roc's messages were blocked.

He simply began bombarding Su Yuan with voice messages again.

Su Yuan did not waste words and immediately replied:

"Fifteen cartons of Benefit the Group!"

Roc's roar stopped abruptly. After a moment of silence:

"Twenty cartons!"

"Twelve cartons!" Su Yuan immediately bargained him down.

Roc instantly panicked. "Fifteen cartons!"

"Ten cartons!"

"Twelve cartons, twelve cartons!"

Su Yuan: "Deal!"

Roc cursed as he agreed from the other end, but the communication did not disconnect.

"Fuck, what did this dead monkey grow up eating? Why's he so heavy? Feels like I'm carrying a mountain."

Roc panted heavily, apparently struggling to move him.

"No, I need a smoke first to perk myself up."

A rustling sound followed, seemingly the sound of lighting a cigarette.

Then came Roc's surprised mutter:

"Huh? This wine jar isn't empty yet. It smells fucking good. I'll try a sip."

"Fuck, no wonder it's Drunken Immortal's Worry-Forgetting Dew. This stuff really hits hard."

"One more sip..."

"Last sip!"

"Roc, Roc, you can't drink any more!"

"One more sip."

Su Yuan nearly lost his soul when he heard that:

"Big Brother! Don't! Drunk flying is dangerous! Fly irresponsibly, and your loved ones will weep in two rows!"