Do You Believe in Holy Light?

In the Twenty-Four Valleys, Zhang Chulan looked at the monkeys gathered around to watch and curled his lip in a disdainful sneer.

He tossed the unconscious mercenary in his hand onto the pile of bodies and called to the monkeys, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Master Zhang has arrived today, so what? What're you looking at? If you've got a problem, come fight me."

Times had changed. He still couldn't compare with the cheats in the Chat Group, but Zhang Chulan had only ever wanted one thing: to play it safe.

"From now on, Master Zhang will take charge of the secrets of Ziyang Mountain, you wretched monkeys."

[Chat Group member: Equal-to-Heaven Great Sage Sun Wukong has started a livestream]

Zhang Chulan: "."

But this isn't Flower-Fruit Mountain, is it?

As the anthropomorphic monkeys chattered, their expressions caught between fear and mockery, Zhang Chulan rubbed his eyes and stood there, lost in the wind.

Where had this Equal-to-Heaven Great Sage in the Chat Group come from?

"Zhang Chulan, have you cleared out the small fry yet?" Ma Xianhong appeared with dark circles under his eyes, pouring a bottle of precious spirit medicine into his mouth. "The factory's busy. Ruhua 3.0 Pro just added a cultivation-partner feature, and orders have exploded."

"What the hell are you selling besides Dharmic Treasures?" Zhang Chulan waved Ma Xianhong away. "I know. Go ahead and hold them off for me. I'll be there in a moment."

That armor was as ugly as an antique decorative suit in a medieval castle. With that much light pollution, there was no telling whether it looked cool at all.

Venting his arrogance, venting his rage, he swung the staff down again. Its target was a temple of tiered halls and overlapping galleries, wreathed in a