Journey to the West: With a supernatural understanding, he entered Fangcun Mountain at the beginning
Chapter 31 - The Lesser Sage Confronts the Greater Sage, Qin Chuan Mocks Yang Chan

Chapter 31: The Lesser Sage Confronts the Greater Sage, Qin Chuan Mocks Yang Chan

The Monkey King and Yang Jian displayed their divine powers, facing each other from afar. Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, the heavens and earth changed color, as if two titanic gods had descended upon the world.

Yang Jian transformed into a colossal divine being, towering over the land, his body ten thousand zhang tall, capable of lifting mountains and rivers with sheer force. Sun Wukong was not to be outdone—he too transformed into a giant ape, standing in opposition.

The monkey’s fur was like iron, his eyes crackled like lightning, moving with the swiftness of a thunderbolt. Wielding his golden staff, he smashed through every obstacle like a hot knife through butter, striking directly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian used his Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade, both offensive and defensive. Though gigantic, every step shaking the earth like an earthquake, his movements were fluid and precise.

Back and forth they battled, their divine powers shaking the heavens and earth. Thunder and lightning clashed in the sky, while the very grass and trees on the ground trembled. In a moment of intensity, the monkey turned into a streak of golden light, darting behind Erlang Shen and slamming down his staff.

Yet Yang Jian was prepared. With a flash of his form, he dodged the deadly blow and countered with a fierce slash. But the monkey deftly evaded again.

As the two deities fought fiercely, a celestial maiden suddenly descended on a cloud, landing gracefully before Li Jing’s army camp. Grand Marshal Kang hastened to greet her.

“Third Sister, what brings you here? Second Lord already sent word—he asked that you not interfere. He can handle this alone.”

Seeing Grand Marshal Kang, the Third Saint Mother (Yang Chan) immediately understood Yang Jian’s intention.

“Brother Kang, do not stop me. Moreover, the Jade Emperor himself has issued a decree—how could I ignore it? What’s the current status of the battle?”

Grand Marshal Kang’s expression was grave. “That demon monkey is indeed immensely powerful. I fear he may be a match for Second Lord! They’ve fought three hundred rounds already without a clear victor.”

At this, Li Jing stepped forward and cupped his hands. “We must ask the Third Saint Mother to lend True Lord Erlang a helping hand!”

The Third Saint Mother approached the battlefield, watched the battle, and shook her head. “With my second brother’s temperament, he will not want anyone to interfere in his fight with the Great Sage. Wasn’t there another figure mentioned in the decree? Let me go deal with him first.”

Without heeding Kang’s further persuasion, she flew off toward Flower-Fruit Mountain. Grand Marshal Kang quickly followed. Li Jing signaled the Four Heavenly Kings and the Nine Luminaries to lead ten thousand celestial soldiers in pursuit.

Nezha hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his Fire-Tipped Spear, stepped onto his Wind-Fire Wheels, and followed the Third Saint Mother as well.

“Third Sister?” Yang Jian, ever sharp-eyed, caught sight of the scene and momentarily lost focus—nearly giving the monkey an opening.

The monkey grinned. “So that female immortal is your sister, eh? She’s quite the beauty. I’ve seen many fairies in the Celestial Palace, few compare to her.”

“Second Lord Erlang, I, old Sun, have a brother—handsome as jade, graceful as an exiled immortal. Why not become in-laws with us? It’s far better than being a dog to that old Jade Emperor!”

Yang Jian was enraged. “Demon monkey! Dare you battle me in transformations?”

Sun Wukong sneered, “Little Sage Erlang, don’t you know your Grandpa Sun’s tricks?” Saying this, he shrunk his golden staff and tucked it behind his ear, transforming into a sparrow and flying away.

Yang Jian immediately turned into a great eagle and gave chase.

The two sages dueled across the sky, through mountains and underwater—pushing their shapeshifting abilities to the extreme, drawing the attention of all the gods in heaven.

Meanwhile, the Third Saint Mother arrived at Flower-Fruit Mountain. The Meishan Brothers came out to greet her.

“The monsters on this mountain are weak in cultivation—only that demon monkey is truly formidable. But the Dao Soldiers guarding this mountain are no trivial matter. If we attack by force, we may suffer heavy casualties.”

The Meishan Brothers all possessed Golden Immortal-level strength, and even the weakest among the 1,200 grass gods were above the Heavenly Immortal level. While they could defeat the Dao Soldiers through brute force, the cost would be steep.

The Third Saint Mother nodded. “They say this Qin Chuan is an envoy of the Empress of Earth, Houtu. His divine powers surpass even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. These Dao Soldiers were conjured by him through great mystical power. Spread out.”

She extended her jade hand and gently pointed.

Instantly, a mysterious energy surged across Flower-Fruit Mountain. It was formless and shapeless, seeming to descend from the heavens yet also rise from the earth, pervading the mountains and rivers. The celestial soldiers were all alarmed at the sight.

The red-armored Dao Soldiers in the mountain, including four Golden Immortal generals, were instantly annihilated. Their forms dissolved as if melting snow into water, vanishing into ash.

A chilling cold filled the air, seeping into bones. The celestial troops all felt an icy dread and dared not move.

The Third Saint Mother hovered on her cloud, calm and composed. With a wave of her jade hand, the mysterious energy dispersed, and the mountain returned to peace.

Inside the Water Curtain Cave, Qin Chuan sat cross-legged. It was impossible for him to fully refine the Golden Core in such a short time. But suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a flash of surprise flickering within them. Gazing towards the cave entrance, he muttered:

“This is… manipulation of creation itself?”

“In today’s Three Realms, who is known for such divine power?”

Qin Chuan spoke softly: “Ao Xue!”

Aoxue immediately understood his intent and transformed into an ice-dragon tattoo that attached itself to Qin Chuan’s chest.

The havoc wreaked upon the Heavenly Palace was nearing its conclusion.

Outside, the Third Saint Mother said to the Meishan Brothers, “I will go in to subdue this person. You all are to capture the remaining monsters in the mountain.”

After a slight pause, she added, “Capture them only. Do not kill wantonly.”

The Meishan Brothers complied verbally, and the Third Saint Mother stepped forward, riding a cloud directly into the Water Curtain Cave.

Inside, the moment she entered, she saw a handsome young man dressed in ornate robes, smiling at her. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she offered a courteous salute.

“This humble immortal is Yang Chan, the Third Saint Mother of Mount Hua. Greetings, noble immortal.”

Qin Chuan’s eyes lit up in realization.

“So, you are Yang Jian’s younger sister—Yang Chan. I have long heard of the famed Third Saint Mother of Mount Hua. Now that I see you in person, truly…”

“Your delicate hands like willow branches,

Clear eyes shining like spring water.

Jade-like skin and icy beauty,

A fairy’s grace and elegance are unmatched.”

Although her beauty may fall slightly short of the Lunar Star Fairy’s, her gentle dignity, soft elegance, and noble demeanor were rare across the Three Realms.

Without thinking, Qin Chuan suddenly blurted out:

“May I ask, Third Saint Mother—are you married? If not, this humble one, Qin Chuan, would like to offer himself as a suitor!”

Yang Chan remained silent.

Outside, Yang Jian saw his sister flying toward the Water Curtain Cave on Flower-Fruit Mountain. Though confident in her abilities, he couldn’t help but worry. His attacks became more fierce.

Even so, despite exerting his full strength, Yang Jian—whose shapeshifting was just slightly superior—still couldn’t subdue the Monkey King.

Growing anxious, he exposed a flaw, which the monkey seized. With a heavy strike to Yang Jian’s shoulder, the latter grunted in pain and retreated through the air.

The Monkey King, ever shrewd, immediately saw the issue and scratched his head with a smirk.

“Oho! So what’s got you so anxious, big brother-in-law? You in a rush to see your nephew already?”

As the monkey burst into wild laughter, suddenly a Golden Vajra Ring came flying from the Ninth Heaven, tearing through the clouds and striking him squarely on the head.

The monkey cried out in pain, feeling the world spin around him. Even his grip on the Golden Staff weakened as he was sent flying.

Seizing the opportunity, a black celestial hound leaped up and bit his leg hard, making him tumble again.

Frowning, Yang Jian glanced upward, then transformed a hook blade and pierced the monkey’s shoulder blades, locking him down with the Binding Immortal Rope.