The Three-Faced Ape was very pleased with Fang Yun's and Greedy Wind's reactions. He smiled smugly and said, "Those two Saint's Fingers are both low-grade. If the third isn't any better, the first two go to Greedy Wind and me. You don't mind, do you, Fang Yun?"
"As things stand, Greedy Wind has contributed the most. After all, he's our guide. As for how much you and I contribute, that won't be settled until the end," Fang Yun said.
"Not convinced? Then I'll convince you when the time comes!" The Three-Faced Ape was utterly unconcerned.
The three finalized the details of their plan, then set off for the Moonland where the fifth-realm fierce spirit resided.
They traveled at full speed, encountering no trouble along the way. After only two hours, they stopped in a Sunland.
The sun blazed overhead. The ground consisted of pitted gray stone, with nothing else in sight. The silence was unnerving.
Greedy Wind said, "Another third of a mile ahead, and we'll enter that Moonland. Let's make our final preparations here."
Fang Yun and the Three-Faced Ape nodded, and all three began their preparations.
With sacred qi as support, Fang Yun wrote the war poem Marching to War repeatedly, summoning large numbers of war-poem soldiers.
One glance of favor weighed upon a lifetime; their valor overflowed through all three armies.
The sun over the wilds divided halberd shadows; stars in heaven joined the patterns on their swords.
Bowstrings embraced the Han moon; horses' hooves trampled the dust of foreign lands.
They sought no living return through the frontier pass, only to repay their lord in death.
After summoning enough war-poem soldiers, he wrote a Triumphant Song, calling forth war-poem soldiers who could turn invisible.
With silence sticks between their teeth, five thousand soldiers crossed by night,