Replicating Monkey King's Rise to Fortune

Inside the room, Journey to the West Fang Yu, the author of Journey to the West, couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Think about the examples in the Grand Supreme Elder Lao story. The two attendants, Kinkaku and Ginkaku, were mediocre, but with their Purple Gold Red Gourd and Sheep Fat Jade Pure Bottle, even Sun Wukong had to avoid them." "The Azure Ox Demon is even more typical. He stole Laozi's Indestructible Diamond Ring, using it to steal weapons from Kami. The Monkey was almost forced to go to Spiritual Mountain to complain." "And the Yellow-Browed Monster, a bell-ringing attendant of Maitreya Buddha, managed to trap the pilgrimage team with his Human Sack and Golden Cymbals." Fang Yu became increasingly agitated, slamming his hand on the bed. "How high could these guys' cultivation be? But once they wield powerful magic weapons, they can immediately become the boss! On the other hand, Monkey King, who swept through the Havoc in Heaven, had to call for reinforcements eight out of ten times when encountering demons who possessed powerful magic weapons." He paced back and forth in the room, "Wild demons refine Demon Core, those with official status steal their masters' magic weapons, and the Monkey steals from others." "What about me?" "Ask Qingfeng tomorrow and get some advice." The next morning, Fang Yu stopped Qingfeng in the morning mist as he was about to go to his morning prayers and Gate of Opening: "Senior Brother Qingfeng, I would like to ask you about magic weapons." Upon hearing this, Qingfeng almost tripped on the steps. After straightening his Daoist hat, he glared at him. "You haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, and you're already thinking about magic weapons?" He flicked his sleeve and pointed outside the mountain gate, "Would a woodcutter down the mountain ask how to use the Blazing Fire Blade?" Fang Yu, however, pulled out a pistol that emitted a green light from his pocket. "In my hometown, a four-year-old child wielding this— the Desert Eagle— " he emphasized the trigger, "Pulling it here can kill a strong man." "And I am far stronger than a child." Qingfeng looked at the pistol condensed from Green Lantern Energy in Fang Yu's hand. "Then why don't you just use this eagle thing as your magic weapon?" Fang Yu laughed. "Other people's magic weapons can contain heaven and earth, but mine struggles to even kill a cow." Qingfeng sighed, rubbing the cuffs of his Daoist robe and muttering, "That's difficult. As far as I know, the source of magic weapons is usually..." He looked around to make sure Mingyue wasn't nearby before lowering his voice and continuing, "For people like us, it depends on whether our master is willing to give us a magic weapon to use. To be honest..." He tugged at his empty belt. "Neither Mingyue nor I have one yet!" Fang Yu was taken aback. The pistol condensed from Green Lantern Energy in his hand dissipated into specks of light. He stared at the simple cloth belt around Qingfeng's waist and suddenly remembered seeing Mingyue using a tree branch as a whisk yesterday. So these two thousand-year-old Daoist disciples are even more shabby than Monkey King's tiger-skin skirt. "So," Fang Yu throbbed, "It's difficult to get a magic weapon unless you kill and rob someone, otherwise?" "Shh!" Qingfeng covered his mouth, his Daoist crown tilting nervously, "You can't say things like that!" He secretly pointed upwards, "Those old men outside the Thirty-Three Heavens hate the most—" He suddenly froze, his eyes darting to the upper right, "Uh, actually stealing from your own master doesn't count." Fang Yu instantly caught the key information, narrowing his eyes. "Stealing from your own master is okay?" Qingfeng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I didn't say anything!" He hurriedly straightened his Daoist crown, only making his hair even more tangled, "I'll be late for morning class! Figure it out yourself!" With that, he fled towards the main hall, tripping over the hem of his Daoist robe. Watching Qingfeng's disheveled figure, Fang Yu slowly rubbed his chin. The Ginseng Fruit Tree rustled in the morning mist, as if mocking his naiveté. "Murder and robbery, huh?" Golden Flames suddenly ignited in Fang Yu's pupils. "I have principles! Unless some blind fool provokes me." "What!? Some blind fool killed my cousin?!" "Yes, yes!" "Who killed him!?" The water ghost scratched its head. "It was too dark then, I only saw a young man using Thunder Method." Upon hearing the words "Thunder Method," the Carp Spirit plopped down. "Thunder Method?!" Its gills flared violently, its voice distorted. "Are you sure it's Thunder Method? Not some kind of fire or wind magic?" The water ghost shrank its neck, trembling as it said, "Reporting to my lord, I saw it with my own eyes! When the lightning struck, the whole river lit up, and your uncle's scales were instantly charred." The Carp Spirit slapped its tail against the rocks, gritting its teeth, "Thunder Method is especially effective against demons and evil spirits. Ordinary cultivators can't possibly unleash such powerful thunder magic! Could it be some direct descendant of a Daoist sect who has descended the mountain?" The more it thought about it, the angrier it became, its whiskers trembling with rage. "Although my uncle is greedy, he has never stopped giving me a virgin every month! And now he's been roasted and eaten by the whole village?!" The Old Turtle Demon spirit cautiously peeked out from the side, "My lord, perhaps... let it go? Thunder Method cultivators usually have a sect behind them; we can't afford to offend them." "Nonsense!" the Carp Spirit roared, whipping the Old Turtle with its One-Tail, sending it tumbling over. "My cousin is the cousin of the niece of the seventh uncle of the Dragon King of the South Sea! With that relationship laid bare, how could the Dragon King ignore it?!" It swung its fin and shouted, "Men! Prepare the sedan chair! No, prepare the boat! This master is going to the South Sea to lodge a complaint!" The water ghosts exchanged glances, thinking that this "cousin" relationship was so convoluted, it was questionable whether the Dragon King would even acknowledge it. But none of them dared to provoke the Dragon King, so they quickly brought out a sedan chair inlaid with seashells—actually, it was a makeshift bridal sedan chair used for kidnapping brides. The Carp Spirit flicked its tail and leaped onto the sedan chair, its fish eyes darkening. "Thunder Method cultivator, is it? When the Dragon King sends troops to capture him, I'll personally watch you be skinned alive! My uncle's grudge!" It suddenly choked, recalling the scene of the villagers sharing the roasted fish, its gills turning purple with rage. "And my offering of my virgin boy! He must pay with his blood!" "Set off!" Waves surged, and a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals pushed the sedan chair, riding the wind and waves, heading straight for the South Sea. The Carp Spirit sat in the sedan chair, its claws gripping the armrests tightly, its heart pounding. What if the Dragon King thought it was too small to care? Its eyes darted around, and it suddenly lowered its voice to the catfish spirit beside it, saying, "Pass down the word: change 'Thunder Method cultivator' to 'young brat,' and portray the demon-slaying as a disrespect for the dragon race's authority, understand?" The catfish spirit Satori and fawned, "Master is wise! I'll arrange it right away!" The Carp Spirit looked towards the South China Sea, a cold smile curling at its lips, "Uncle, uncle, I've avenged you. After this is all settled, the village you've been in charge of will fall into my hands. When we get to the underworld, don't blame me for taking over your incense offerings!" Three days later, Fang Yu's portrait was plastered all over the streets and alleys, as well as in every village. When Mingyue handed the portrait to Fang Yu, he held it and muttered, "You know what, it's quite lifelike, except the hair is overdone." Qingfeng snatched the portrait away, "Still being stubborn! Now the Dragon King is coming to our door! What are you going to do?!" Seeing his two senior brothers so nervous, Fang Yu snorted and thought, 'I'm afraid of a great demon like the Golden-Winged Great Peng, why should I be afraid of a mere rain-controlling Dragon King? You Wang Ye any better, relying on a man-eating monster as your backer, come on! I'll give you a free gift! I was just looking for a magic weapon!' In ancient times, Monkey King stormed the East Sea and stole the Adamantine Staff; now, Fang Yu sits at home waiting for a wonderful little magic weapon to be delivered! Let's see Chapter 552. Fang Yu battles the South Sea. "Bang!" (A striking slam on the table) Old Dragon King!