Chapter 290
Chapter 290
Their lucky star stopped planning his escape route.
A chill rose inside him at the sight of the palace maid before him.
Someone had come for him just as he was about to leave. Clearly, he had been watched from the start.
“May I ask why Her Majesty wishes to see me?”
“To discuss a great matter of life, naturally. Please come to the side hall, holy monk.”
“This humble monk is pregnant. An audience with Her Majesty might be ill-advised.”
“It’s fine. Come with me.”
With that decisive reply, the maid turned and led the way.
He glanced at the wary English teacher and shook his head.
The meaning was clear. Force wouldn’t work. They could only take things one step at a time.
Far away, the delusional young hero had run into trouble too.
Anyone familiar with Journey to the West would probably remember the Ruyi Immortal on Jieyang Mountain.
He had come ready to fight, Golden-Hooped Staff in hand.
But the situation was more complicated than he had imagined.
Heavenly soldiers and generals surrounded him on every side.
The Ruyi Immortal sat in a chair, his eyes full of amusement.
“Monkey, why not submit to me?”
“In your dreams!”
With that, Chuunibyou charged, staff raised.
He didn’t know what was happening, but who cared? Just fight!
Sheer force breaks every art. Before absolute power, every plot and scheme crumbles at a touch. – Lu Sanwei
Chuunibyou’s Golden-Hooped Staff followed that principle to the letter.
As the strongest fighter among all the players in this scenario, he tore through the heavenly troops as though no one stood in his way.
The Golden-Hooped Staff flashed up and down. Figure after figure spat blood and died.
As the fight continued, however, Chuunibyou began to notice that something was increasingly wrong.
These people were like puppets, without any minds of their own.
Black vapor poured from the Ruyi Immortal, making him look like a fiend from hell.
After driving a group of heavenly soldiers back with one sweeping strike, Chuunibyou fixed a wary gaze on the immortal.
“Who are you, really?”
In the original story, the Ruyi Immortal was merely the Bull Demon King’s brother, a demon Daoist.
Sun Wukong had even let him go in the end.
But this was clearly wrong. What demon Daoist commanded so many heavenly troops?
And no matter how he looked at it, that black vapor wasn’t normal!
The Ruyi Immortal held his magical Ruyi Golden Hook, smiling broadly.
“Finally noticed?”
“Tell me! Who are you?”
“Monkey, the Demon Court has returned to the world. Will you help those humans, or submit to us?”
As he spoke, his figure slowly faded.
“I’ll be waiting on Spirit Mountain!”
With his disappearance, the heavenly troops who had been fighting to the death all withdrew.
Only a spring bubbling with clear water remained.
Chuunibyou was one thoroughly bewildered monkey. He carefully weighed the Ruyi Immortal’s words.
The mythic ages could roughly be divided into several stages.
The first was the era of the three thousand gods and demons, when Pangu split heaven from earth.
The second brought the First Dragon-Han Calamity, the destruction of the Demon Court, and Houtu’s transformation into reincarnation.
The third was the war of divine investiture, when Tianting emerged.
Now they were in the fourth: the journey west and the spread of Buddhism to the east.
Almost everyone in the ancient Demon Court had been killed back then.
But the Tianting of today couldn’t compare with that old court.
The Demon Emperor Di Jun, the Demon Master Kunpeng, Eastern Emperor Taiyi – which of them wasn’t famous?
If the demon race returned, could one monkey really stop them?
After a moment’s thought, Chuunibyou quickly filled his flask from the spring.
He would leave the brainwork to their lucky star. Fighting was his job!
Back in the palace, their lucky star was living through an ordeal.
Qingqing sat before him, taking little sips of fruit wine. Nearby, a group of palace maids performed an exotic dance.
“Your Majesty, why have you summoned this humble monk?”
A smile rested on Qingqing’s lips.
“Our Strategist has submitted a request to marry you, holy monk.”
Su Daji had made it very clear: the bald monk must not die. Their future plans depended on him.
All Qingqing had to do was trap him in the Kingdom of Women.
But it wasn’t often she wielded this much power in a game. Failing to enjoy herself would be an insult to her royal role.
“This humble monk has taken vows. Forgive me, but I cannot comply!”
“Don’t be hasty. Monks can return to secular life, can’t they? Meet her first!”
Qingqing clapped her hands.
A long-haired girl slowly stepped out from one side.
She had rosy cheeks and a tall, slender figure.
By any standard, she was a beauty.
Their lucky star was silent for a moment. “Are you really willing to go this far to win?”
“I’m just asking whether you can resist. Hm?”
He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and concentrated on eating.
Inside, he kept repeating to himself: he was an official. He had to withstand the test.
Qingqing had spent so long around Boss Zhang and tricked countless “friends.”
Cut her heart open, and it would surely be black.
Why would she pin her hopes on their lucky star’s cooperation?
Of course she had other tricks!
Barely five minutes later, he noticed something wrong.
“This food…?”
“That’s right. I drugged it. Exciting, isn’t it?”
He was stunned. They were only playing a game!
At most, the video would be uploaded to a website. Was this really necessary?
As heat slowly began to burn inside him, he clenched his teeth.
“This humble monk is still pregnant. Aren’t you afraid of harming the pregnancy?”
Qingqing glanced toward the doors. “No. I have plenty of royal physicians, and all the medicine you need to keep the baby safe.”
Su Daji had told Qingqing a few things, and she now had some ideas of her own.
From what she knew, the Demon Court intended to rule the world once more.
Tianting had already all but fallen. Only a few of its strongest fighters were still struggling to hold out.
Kunpeng, meanwhile, had led a great force to besiege Spirit Mountain.
Monk Tang embodied Buddhism’s fortune. If he died, that fortune would return to the Buddhist order.
According to Su Daji, all they had to do was keep him trapped in the Kingdom of Women until Spirit Mountain fell.
Then everything would belong to the Demon Court!
But was Qingqing the sort to meekly serve as a pawn?
It was a blessing whenever she refrained from causing trouble. Use her as a pawn?
Su Daji had gone to intercept the monkey. With an array prepared in advance, she could just about keep him occupied.
The cat demons under her command had been sent to find the Scorpion Demon.
For now, Qingqing truly had the final say over the entire palace.
“If you can’t bear it, go to the bridal chamber. Bottling it up can’t be good for you!”
She watched his flushed face with amusement in her eyes.
“Aren’t you afraid the monkey will come back and kill you with one blow?”
He narrowed his eyes, forcing his attention elsewhere.
Still smiling, Qingqing took out a pill. “Here’s the antidote. But do you dare take it?”
Without hesitation, he snatched it up and stuffed it into his mouth.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Qingqing quietly stood and backed away two steps.
The game had only just begun!