"You? With your Qi Refining Stage cultivation?"
"With my Qi Refining Stage cultivation."
Sun Wukong scratched his head, his face practically saying, "Have you lost your mind?"
"Brother Chu Yang, I know you're capable, and your head works better than most. But fighting isn't something you can solve just by being smart. With your level of cultivation, any slightly formidable demon could turn you into a meat patty with one slap."
Chu Yang said, "That's why I won't fight formidable ones. I'll only fight those who are stronger than me by a bit, but not strong enough to kill me in one hit. Brother Monkey can watch from the side. If I can't hold on, you can step in."
Sun Wukong's brows knotted together. Clearly, he did not approve.
"You're using your life to hone your skills."
Chu Yang looked at him earnestly. "Brother Monkey, when you studied under Bodhi Patriarch, didn't you get by the same way? If you only practice and never fight, you'll never learn real skills."
Sun Wukong opened his mouth, only to find himself speechless.
He thought for a moment and rubbed the fur on his chin.
"You brat... you've got a point."
He thought some more, then finally nodded.
"Fine. We'll see when the time comes. If the demon that shows up is too highly cultivated, you'd better get out of I, Old Sun's way. If its cultivation is manageable, I'll let you give it a try. But let me make this clear first—if you're about to die, don't blame I, Old Sun for not stopping you."
Chu Yang smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not tired of living yet. I won't risk my life just to show off."
Sun Wukong snorted and said no more.
The group continued toward Yellow Wind Ridge.
The closer they