Spirit Mountain Assembly, Big Chef Steals the Show

"We'll do it too." Scholar's words rang with resolve, his face twisting into a fierce grimace. He would risk everything to withstand Dong Re's offensive. Once the attacks had spent their force, his day of revenge would come.

"But Your Majesty, we don't have that much money left." Old Demon wanted to cry. Lately, their money had been vanishing by the fistful. It was easy to spend when you weren't the one keeping the books.

They were going bankrupt just trying to hold off Great Sage Skewers and those crazed snack carts. If the other side had moved into daily necessities too, they would have slunk back to the mountains long ago. "Your Majesty, why don't we pull off one big job? How long can we go on like this?"

Snake Demon sounded desolate. "The Demon Kings around here are all small-time bumpkins. This is Eastern Victory Divine Continent, not Western Ox Continent. Otherwise, would I be afraid of a few Heavenly Immortals?" He wanted to cry too. This wasn't their territory.

"You really want to do it?" Old Demon understood.

"Yes. Even if we have to borrow the money." Scholar stared coldly out the window. "Even if we know they're plotting something—or setting a trap—we have to jump in. At least we can work out what they're planning. Go."

That's another huge sum of money, Old Demon thought miserably.

Big Chef, meanwhile, had no troubles at all. He raised a hand and spotted a news item. "The Buddhas of Western Paradise cultivate at Spirit Mountain, expounding scripture and enlightening living beings. All earn Merit."

Finally! Qin Fen opened it, then nearly cursed. Aside from Ksitigarbha and Guanyin, he hadn't added any other Buddhas—and neither of those two was there.

Unbelievable! As Qin Fen fumed, he noticed a strange name