One-Nine Split?

"Wukong is growing so quickly. He entered the sect last, and he's always joking around, but once he starts cultivating, he always seems to possess an inexplicable fighting spirit."

Ye Qi stared at Sun Wukong amid the clouds, inwardly astonished.

Perhaps it was precisely because of that fighting spirit that Master had been willing to take him in.

He carefully recalled the experiences the two senior brothers had shared and could more or less tell that Sun Wukong's aptitude was ordinary.

At least among the three fellow disciples, he was the weakest.

But when had Wukong developed such an imposing aura?

He could not think of any specific moment.

Perhaps Wukong had possessed it all along; before encountering Master, he had merely kept it suppressed.

Ye Qi could not help looking at his master, Luo Chen, once more, his eyes brimming with admiration.

Wukong had only been his disciple for such a short time, yet Master had nurtured him to this extent.

But once Ye Qi considered Master's identity, he was no longer surprised.

Ye Qi secretly swore to himself that he would work twice as hard in the future. He could not let a junior brother who came later surpass him.

Time swiftly passed.

On a star-filled night, Wukong suddenly fell from the clouds. Then, with a somersault, he flipped back up. His eyes were wide, his chest heaving as he panted heavily, cold sweat soaking his back.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother? Weren't you comprehending the Dao just now?"

Ye Qi stepped forward and asked with concern.

Luo Chen also opened his eyes. Watching Wukong's expression, he seemed lost in thought.

Wukong struggled to calm himself. Looking at his master, he asked in confusion, "Master, while comprehending the Combat Art you taught me just now, I saw a figure."