The Monkey Gets Ganged Up On, Yang Jian Lets Out a Roar

Li Jing, the fictional Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, had no temper left when facing the monkey. Though he held great authority, he was still far inferior to the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Now that he had lowered his banner, the Jade Emperor could only choose someone else. Aside from Taibai, the old peacemaker, there was one other person present who could speak: Old Man of the South Pole. For one thing, he had crossed paths with the monkey before. During the Chechi Kingdom trial, the Deer Demon, the kingdom's national preceptor, had been his mount.

For another, Old Man of the South Pole was no ordinary figure. He was not a fictional mythological character, but a genuine righteous deity of folk belief. He was one of the Three Star Officials, also known as the Antarctic Immortal Elder, a righteous god in charge of longevity. More importantly, he represented the Daoist School's belief in immortality, which showed just how lofty his status was.

Furthermore, Old Man of the South Pole was Yuanshi Tianzun's foremost disciple, even more formidable than Taiyi. He was the chief disciple—hardly an ordinary figure.

Now that he spoke, his status, identity, and strength were all sufficient. The monkey's heart immediately tightened when he heard him. As an intelligent stone monkey by nature, how could he fail to recognize these as evasive words? He instantly changed tactics and grinned playfully. "Old man, if you have something to say, then say it plainly. I, Old Sun, am not an unreasonable fellow."

Bullshit. Li Jing did not believe a word of it. Since when had the monkey ever been reasonable?

Old Man of the South Pole froze, then could only smile bitterly. He had underestimated the monkey's shamelessness. Qin Fen burst out laughing. Brother, I'm giving you a like. That was awesome.