Ao Luan signed Sun Wukong's name on the document.

After finishing, she realized she had written it wrong.

Ao Luan crumpled the document into a ball and threw it away, then stood up and walked to the window to gaze at the sky, sighing deeply.

"I should have known not to ask him to transform..."

Ao Luan thought to herself.

If he hadn't transformed, she wouldn't need to be so preoccupied with him.

"The Second Great King has made a mistake again."

A Tiger Demon observed Ao Luan: "It's been several days now, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know."

Other demons were also curious: "Ever since the Qingxiao Convention, the Second Great King has been distracted."

"I've heard something about that."

A Palace Maid from Jade Shrimp Palace said: "The Great King revealed his transformed state at the Qingxiao Convention, and recently, the female demons from Chuanyin Hall have been talking about it!"

"Transformed state?"

The demons immediately asked: "What does the Great King look like after transforming?"

"I don't know, there are no portraits."

The Palace Maid answered: "I just heard the Fairy Chang'e from Chuanyin Hall mention that the Great King's Transformation State was truly like the Heavenly Venerate descending to earth, noble and pure."

"Fairy Chang'e said that?"

The demons were amazed.

Heavenly Venerate descending, noble and pure… what does that really look like?

"It's said that the Great King has transformed, what does he look like?"

After the convention, many demons outside also became curious.

"It's said that he looks like the Heavenly Venerate."

Some demons responded.

The other demons were startled.

"Have you heard? After transforming, the Great King looks like the Heavenly Venerate!"

"What!?"

"What does the Heavenly Venerate look like?"

"He must be severe in appearance, naturally imposing without anger."

Unconsciously, the demons spread the word from mouth to mouth, and the news quickly spread throughout the entire Wanling City.

"Did you hear? After transforming, the Great Saint looks terrifying!"

"I heard he has a face full of scars and an aura of murder!"

"Isn't that more terrifying than the Bear Demon King!"

Days later, the entire Wanling City was buzzing with discussions about Sun Wukong's appearance, with thousands of descriptions, evolving into the unimaginable.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong was just one of many topics from the banquet, and the demons discussed mostly the dances of the Fairy Chang'e.

Their dance moves, so beautiful, delivered an unprecedented emotional impact.

This festive jubilance reassured most of the demons.

Regardless, Wanling City provided food and drink, and now things to hear and watch, certainly more exciting than the barren mountains outside.

Later, a few stray demons wanted to leave, but as long as they didn't form factions and disturb the general situation, Sun Wukong didn't completely suppress them.

But when he found those who tried to stir up trouble, he still took action to teach them a lesson, plucking their fur and hanging them high in Wanling City for several days.

With both softness and sternness, by the end of that year, Wanling City had largely stabilized.

At the beginning of the new year, Wanling City held its annual review as usual.

The various planned objectives for the year were achieved, with a population far exceeding expectations, the only slight issue being that external trade had not increased much.

At this moment, Ao Luan had put aside her thoughts and apologized to Sun Wukong.

"It's okay, this is not your fault."

Sun Wukong refused her apology.

The failure to meet trade expectations was mainly because the population of Wanling City had surged, and the production of spiritual objects was not yet sufficient for internal consumption.

To take musical notes for instance, their resonance in Wanling City exceeded everyone's expectations.

By the end of the year, 200,000 copies of musical notes had been sold, and the production could not keep up with the demand of Wanling City itself, naturally making external trade impossible.

During the year-end, the demons in Wanling City even turned musical notes into a new greeting phrase.

In summary, the halt in trade had little to do with Ao Luan.

Sun Wukong comforted her with a few words, and he still gave high praise for the achievements of the past year.

Then, as spring arrived in the third year, Sun Wukong once again sent four Great Saints of the Demon World to gather demons.

Having learned from last year's experience, this time they formulated a quarterly plan for the number of demons.

Other work also proceeded orderly under the leadership of the Immortals.

Wanling City was enveloped in a thriving atmosphere.

In this season of blooming flowers, The Matchmaking God set out from the Eastern Continent, coming to Wanling Country once again.

He met Sun Wukong at the Wanling Hall, who was discussing Tao with Master Puti.

Seeing Sun Wukong after a year, The Matchmaking God was startled.

"Great Saint, you..."

His eyes widened, and his speech stuttered.

Sun Wukong looked over strangely: "What's wrong with me?"

"Why do you look like a rice dumpling?"

The Matchmaking God stared for a long time before speaking.

Sun Wukong was wrapped in countless red threads, from afar, nearly making him look like a wrapped dumpling.

However, upon closer inspection, The Matchmaking God noticed that those red threads did not touch him.

Sun Wukong was surrounded by Immortal Energy, without a hint of flaw, and all the red threads couldn't touch him—most of them were faint and obviously, just momentary infatuations, soon to disappear.

The Matchmaking God sighed in relief.

"Good Lord, how did he attract so many sentiments."

The Matchmaking God thought to himself; those were not ordinary people's red threads, they must be those of fairies.

What exactly Sun Wukong had been up to this past year to move the hearts of fairies was beyond him.

"Great Saint."

The Matchmaking God changed the topic and said with a bow: "I see many young people in Wanling City whose hearts are just beginning to stir with love, with a great boom in marital prospects; I would like to stay here for half a year."

"No problem."

Sun Wukong agreed immediately.

He talked with The Matchmaking God briefly, then was about to meditate for Enlightenment and asked Grandmaster to see The Matchmaking God out and settle him.

"After a year, the Tao heart of the Great Saint seems to be even more stable."

On the way, The Matchmaking God said thoughtfully.

Master Puti glanced at him, knowing that The Matchmaking God couldn't see through Sun Wukong's true state, and was only intuitively sensitive.

The Grandmaster thought flashed, and he smiled, saying: "These days as I impart Tao to him, his Tao heart has undergone a transformation."

"Just two years." The Matchmaking God said in disbelief: "Such a big change?"

"When he came to me to learn skills back then."

Master Puti shook his head: "The real time I taught him was actually less than ten years."

The Matchmaking God was stunned.

"Is that true?"

"That Somersault Cloud, even for Immortals, would take years to learn, yet he mastered it in just one night."

The Grandmaster said: "He is a prodigy nurtured by the heavens and earth, his talent is no less now than it was then."

At this point, it's also somewhat incredible for him.

Ordinary people, after learning great Tao, would see their learning ability decrease—but not so with Sun Wukong.

In these two years of focused study, the amount of Daoist Skill he now mastered, if searched throughout the Three Realms, there aren't many who could compare.

However, at the level of Sun Wukong, the quantity of Daoist Skill is no longer important.

What matters are those Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills that even deities find formidable.

In this aspect, the Grandmaster had no more he could teach him.

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