Chapter 275: Old Man Tathagata, Take a Blow from Your Grandpa Sun!

The Fast Path.

The Slow Path.

The Poison Path.

As if in an instant, yet also like ten thousand years, Zhou Chen comprehended a hundred Daos in an instant, his cultivation breaking through, advancing to the first level of Ancestor God.

“Mmm!”

A Yin opened her eyes in a daze, as if she had comprehended some terrifying supernatural ability in a dream.

She looked at Zhou Chen with her beautiful, mist-filled azure eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her voice soft and gentle:
“Congratulations, Great Immortal, your cultivation has reached a new level!”

“Congratulations to us both, you have contributed to this as well!”

Zhou Chen caressed A Yin’s white, smooth, and flushed cheeks, smiling slightly: “A Yin, what reward would you like?”

“I don’t deserve a reward without merit!”

Although Zhou Chen had taken her forcefully, all the resources she needed for cultivation over the years had never been lacking. Even if she didn’t ask for anything, she wouldn’t be short of anything.

“How can you say you have no merit? Even if there’s no merit, there’s still hard work. After all, you’ve bled and sweat, A Yin!”

Zhou Chen reached out and rubbed her wound meaningfully.

“Great Immortal.”

A Yin hesitated, turning her head away, utterly ashamed.

She understood the implication of Zhou Chen’s words all too well.

But before she could think further, Zhou Chen had already begun to give her the greatest reward.

“Great Immortal, no more, it’s too much.”

Unfortunately, Zhou Chen was a man of his word.

He wouldn’t stop halfway when he said he would reward her.

Only after Zhou Chen had bestowed all the rewards upon A Yin did he withdraw with satisfaction.

“Phew!”

Letting out a long breath, Zhou Chen’s pouch was empty, not a single drop left. But just like giving a rose to someone, the fragrance lingered on his hand.

Zhou Chen had given everything he had, selflessly contributing, like a living saint.

He felt immense satisfaction in his heart.

A Yin’s room was filled with the gold Zhou Chen had given her, her face radiating a happy glow, beautiful and captivating.

Zhou Chen took out a crystal clear bead the size of an egg — Tears of the Moon Pearl from the Vast Sea — and placed it on A Yin’s body before leaving gracefully.

A Yin looked at her slightly bulging belly, then at Zhou Chen’s departing figure:

“The Great Immortal just knows how to manipulate people in different ways.”

After leaving A Yin, Zhou Chen went to spend time with Qin Hong Yu, Li Chang Hen, Qing Yu Yao, Huangfu Yue Yao, Yao Chi Empress, and other beauties.

Now, the number of women he had relations with was in the millions, but most were just “friendships like that of Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya.”

Fortunately, in this Mythological World, Zhou Chen wasn’t afraid of needing help to walk.

Under Zhou Chen’s generous guidance and instruction, most of the women had become immortals with endless lifespans, spending most of their time in secluded cultivation.

Although Zhou Chen was a bit busy, he wouldn’t neglect any woman, always finding time for them.

It would just take a little longer.

Besides, he had also refined various extraordinary divine weapons that could fill the void in their hearts.

The Heavenly Court in the Mythological World might not be completely harmonious, but there wouldn’t be any major conflicts. His strength spoke for itself.

Even if there were some minor squabbles, they were harmless and generally wouldn’t result in fatalities.

Everyone had a background.

Zhou Chen was exceptionally talented and had a strong background, he could walk sideways in the Heavenly Court, and no one would dare to mess with him.

Moreover, he spent most of his time at home working hard, only having conflicts with others when he went out to play and competed for women’s attention.

There was no helping it.

Where there were people, there would be conflict.

Where there was conflict, there was a world of its own.

It was unavoidable.

Everyone liked good things. If you took them, others wouldn’t have them, and conflict was inevitable.

However, Zhou Chen’s current strength was considered mid-tier in the Heavenly Court.

Ordinary people were simply no match for him.

Those true giants wouldn’t compete with him for women’s attention.

Combined with his identity.

He basically never suffered losses.

Time flew by.

Years flowed like water.

Nine Songs Courtyard.

This was a separate courtyard within Zhou Chen’s Red Dust Residence, filled with countless palaces, pavilions, and towers.

It was the residence of the beauties from the Qin’s Moon World.

It had been ten thousand years since the women arrived here. Under Zhou Chen’s constant supply of resources, Lady Mingzhu, Zi Nü, Yan Ling Ji, Hong Lian, Nong Yu, Consort Hu, Lady Hu, and others had essentially become immortals and gods.

For people from small worlds, becoming immortals and gods was extremely difficult. But with Zhou Chen’s current power, helping others achieve immortality and godhood was not only easy but also effortless.

Moreover, Zhou Chen himself didn’t need other resources. Beauties were his cultivation resources. By showering the women with his resources, it wasn’t difficult for them to become immortals and gods.
And after they achieved immortality and godhood, they could provide Zhou Chen with a steady stream of Romance Points, aiding his cultivation.

In this virtuous cycle, both Zhou Chen and the women could grow stronger together.

Hundred Fragrance Palace.

This was Lady Mingzhu’s residence.

Today.

Hong Lian had achieved immortality. As Hong Lian’s nominal ‘stepmother’, Lady Mingzhu invited Yan Ling Ji, Zi Nü, Nong Yu, Consort Hu, Lady Hu, and others to celebrate Hong Lian’s accomplishment.

Lady Mingzhu wore a purple palace dress with a fishtail skirt, dignified, noble, elegant, and sexy.

She swept her narrow, seductive, deep eyes over the women, her alluring red lips slightly parted, her voice soft and gentle:
“Time flies, Hong Lian has become an immortal. It has been ten thousand years since we arrived in the Mythological World.”

“Ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, the past feels like a dream, it’s hard to imagine!”

Sometimes she even felt a sense of unreality.

She had almost forgotten the decades she spent growing up in the Han Kingdom.

Zi Nü, in a purple dress with a high bust and a full, voluptuous figure, sighed and said:
“Indeed, we were captured by the Qin army and sent to the King of Qin. I thought I would be imprisoned in Xianyang Palace for the rest of my life, becoming a caged bird of the King of Qin. Unexpectedly, the King of Qin sent me to the Great Immortal. It was a blessing in disguise, granting me such a heaven-defying opportunity.”

Hong Lian pouted and said:

“You make it sound like we’re not caged birds now, just that we’ve gone from a small cage to a bigger one.”

“Hong Lian, don’t talk nonsense!”

Lady Mingzhu glared at her and reprimanded:
“The Great Immortal has given us a new life. Even if we were to die ten thousand deaths, it wouldn’t be enough to repay even a fraction of his kindness. How can the King of Qin be compared to the Great Immortal!”

Hong Lian rolled her eyes and sneered:
“Am I not telling the truth? If you want to fawn over and please the Great Immortal, go ahead, but don’t drag me into it!”

She was once the princess of Han, overly protected by King Han An, innocent, willful, and ignorant of the world. Even after ten thousand years.

She hadn’t changed much.

After all, she had lived a rather uneventful life for the past ten thousand years, cultivating day in and day out.

Moreover, she and Lady Mingzhu had always been at odds.

Now, in this foreign land, although they weren’t as incompatible as they were in the Han palace, she still didn’t submit to Lady Mingzhu.

Although Lady Mingzhu surpassed her in both strength and intelligence, and often disciplined her, she refused to yield.

After all, it was rare for a daughter and stepmother to get along.

What’s more, she had discovered a secret: Lady Mingzhu, as the official wife of her father, King Han, was still a virgin.

It turned out that Lady Mingzhu had been using incense and illusions to control King Han, manipulating him in the palm of her hand. This made Hong Lian even more disgusted with her.

She was a bad woman!
“Hong Lian seems to have a lot of resentment towards me!”

A chuckle suddenly sounded, and Zhou Chen’s figure appeared, startling the women.

Lady Mingzhu hurriedly got up and knelt to greet him: “Mingzhu greets the Great Immortal. I apologize for not welcoming you properly, I didn’t know you were coming!”

Zi Nü, Consort Hu, Lady Hu, Yan Ling Ji, and Nong Yu followed suit.

Hong Lian was stunned, her fair cheeks flushed red, her ample bosom trembling slightly, her heart pounding with fear.

Despite her previous arrogance, she was terrified when she actually saw Zhou Chen.

After a moment of shock, she also knelt down.
“No need for formalities, rise.”

Zhou Chen sat down on the couch with an air of authority. After Lady Mingzhu thanked him and stood up, she swayed her voluptuous figure and immediately knelt beside him, pouring him wine.

Her ample bosom pressed against Zhou Chen’s body.

As the former wife of a king, she naturally knew how to serve others. Although she looked down on King Han An and hadn’t given herself to him, she was still very skilled.

In this Mythological World, she had no power or influence, and her cultivation wasn’t particularly strong. Everything she had was given to her by Zhou Chen.

Of course, she had to serve him well.

Zhou Chen didn’t hold back, reaching out to embrace her soft and slender waist.

Although this woman was fierce in the Qin’s Moon World, a master of poison, and one of the Four Fearsome Generals of the Night Shadow, she had played King Han An quite a bit.

But Zhou Chen didn’t care.

He wasn’t King Han An.

In his presence, Lady Mingzhu would only be obedient and docile, doing everything she could to please and serve him.

This was determined by absolute strength.

Just as Zhou Chen grasped one soft mound, Consort Hu, who resembled a fox, leaned into his embrace, her delicate hand picking a grape and feeding it to his lips.

“Great Immortal.”

Consort Hu was once a concubine of King Han An, without any backing, but she had still managed to secure a place in the harem, barely holding her own against Lady Mingzhu.

Her methods naturally went without saying.

Now that Zhou Chen was here, she naturally had to seize the opportunity.

“Shameless!”

Hong Lian felt contempt in her heart, watching the two women who had been her father’s favorites throw themselves into Zhou Chen’s arms, flattering and pleasing him. It left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Zhou Chen didn’t care what Hong Lian thought. He opened his mouth and ate the grape Consort Hu fed him, reaching out to pick another one himself.

With beauties in his arms, Zhou Chen looked at the others.

The first to catch his eye was Yan Ling Ji.

This woman was truly beautiful and alluring to the extreme.

Passionate as fire.

Gentle as water.

Her soft and delicate blue dance dress perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, with an undeniable smoothness.

Her delicate jade feet were exposed, their shape graceful and rounded, her toes slender and delicate, like the most beautiful artwork in the world, making one want to hold them in their palms and admire them.

Her water-blue eyes were dreamy, gentle as water.

“Great Immortal, am I beautiful?”

Meeting his gaze, Yan Ling Ji smiled seductively, her shapely legs moving gracefully as she walked towards him.

“Your beauty is beyond compare!”

Zhou Chen smiled: “I know you can dance, why don’t you dance for me.”

He looked at Nong Yu: “I heard Nong Yu’s qin skills are exceptional, why don’t you accompany her with a tune!”

“Yes, Great Immortal!”

Nong Yu quickly replied.

Yan Ling Ji winked at Zhou Chen, her graceful figure stretching out like a light and agile elf.

Nong Yu played the qin.

The melody was beautiful, like a celestial sound.

She sat opposite Zhou Chen, gently plucking the strings.

Lightly touching, slowly twisting, brushing, and picking.

Her fingers were slender as jade, white and flawless. According to the legends of the Jianghu, these hands were known as ‘String Hands’.

String Hands, slender and orderly, crystal clear as jade, were considered the most beautiful hands, born for playing the qin.

And Nong Yu not only possessed a pair of captivating String Hands but also a sharp mind and an unimaginable talent for the Dao of the Qin.

With one song, 《Birdsong in the Empty Mountains》, she could summon a thousand birds.

With one song, 《Tears of the Sea Pearl》, she could move hearts, bringing tears to one’s eyes.

She had already become a master of the qin at the tender age of twenty.

Now, she had achieved immortality through the qin, and she was even more extraordinary.

Her soft, wine-red hair flowed down to her waist, her face was fair, her eyes were like black jade stars, her face was oval-shaped, and her features were delicate.

Her fingers danced on the qin, her rosebud lips were slightly pursed, and her beautiful eyes lifted slightly, clear as the gentle autumn waters, filled with infinite affection.

Yan Ling Ji’s azure dress swirled as she danced, like a goddess of the ocean, or a beautiful mermaid, her peerless dance captivating and enchanting.

“Excellent!”

Zhou Chen praised generously, then looked at Lady Mingzhu, dressed in a fishtail dress, in his arms.

Lady Mingzhu was ruthless, proficient in illusions, incense, and poisons, as fierce as a great shark.

But she was a beautiful great shark.

Zhou Chen’s hand moved, exploring the depths of this great shark.

“Great Immortal, have some wine!”

Lady Mingzhu’s shapely legs tightened, her jade hand holding up a wine cup. Zhou Chen smiled: “I prefer you to feed me with your own lips!”

Lady Mingzhu smiled seductively, a hint of shyness on her face, but she didn’t refuse. Her red lips parted slightly, she took a sip of wine, then leaned close to Zhou Chen, transferring it into his mouth.

“Well-behaved!”

Zhou Chen’s fingers moved like typing a code, searching for the source of life.

……

Journey to the West World.

Sun Wukong and Tang Monk’s group finally arrived at the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise after overcoming numerous trials and tribulations.

Along the way.

He subdued demons and vanquished devils, giving all the treasures and monsters to Zhou Chen.

While Zhou Chen gained many monsters and treasures, he also gave Sun Wukong quite a few powerful techniques, supernatural abilities, and treasures.

He even refined Sun Wukong’s Golden-Hooped Rod, making it even more powerful.

Spirit Mountain stood tall and majestic, bathed in Buddha’s light.

The sound of Buddhist chants filled the air, and incense smoke rose to the heavens.

Sun Wukong felt his strength was almost at its peak. His rebellious eyes gazed towards the Great Thunderclap Temple atop Spirit Mountain.

He suddenly soared into the air, pulling out his Golden-Hooped Rod as Tang Monk and the others watched in shock and confusion, and shouted:

“Old Man Tathagata, five hundred years ago, you trapped me under Five Fingers Mountain. Today, I, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Handsome Monkey King, challenge you again!”

Thunderous roars shook the heavens.

At this moment, not only were the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Bhikkhus, and Bhikkhunis of the Great Thunderclap Temple shaken, unable to believe their ears.

Even the powerful beings of the Three Realms who were paying attention were stunned.

They didn’t expect Sun Wukong to act foolishly again.

They had thought Sun Wukong had tamed his wild nature, but now it seemed he hadn’t at all, and was even more arrogant.

“Wukong, what nonsense are you spouting? Don’t be disrespectful to the Buddha!”

Tang Monk was startled and quickly scolded him.

Unfortunately, without the Tightening Hoop, he had no way to control Sun Wukong.

“Damn! Brother Monkey is about to go wild?”

Pigsy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected Sun Wukong to be so bold even after five hundred years!

“You monkey, you’re incorrigible!”

Tathagata, with a head full of bumps, appeared before Sun Wukong, his massive figure sitting on a lotus platform.

Behind him were Guanyin, Samantabhadra, Manjusri, and other Bodhisattvas, as well as other Buddhas, Arhats, and Bhikkhus.

Sun Wukong’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. He raised his Golden-Hooped Rod, which seemed like a pillar supporting the heavens, and brought it down towards Tathagata:

“Old Man Tathagata, take a blow from your Grandpa Sun!”