Wukong didn't understand why he was suddenly banished from the sect. He cherished the days of learning at Fangcun Mountain, where kind teachers taught him skills, where an interesting senior brother shared amusing stories, and where other brothers played with him.

He lingered outside the Daoist Temple for over half a month, still not permitted to re-enter. Wukong realized they truly meant to send him away, though he had regrets like not having a proper farewell with his senior brother.

Wukong waited another half month without a chance to see his senior brother. He knew his senior brother often secluded himself for cultivation for three to five years, or even decades, so he couldn't wait indefinitely.

Kneeling toward the direction of the temple, he kowtowed deeply, saying, "Master, I'm leaving. I will remember every word of your teachings in my heart!"

This importantly included the phrase 'if you cause trouble, don't reveal your master's name.'

After a series of kowtows, Wukong's learning journey ended here.

Nezha and Master Puti, actually hidden within the clouds, watched Wukong leave. He wasn't too sad because he would soon meet Wukong again.

"Uncle Master, what about these students down below?"

Master Puti appeared calm, but with his favorite disciple gone, it was impossible for his heart to be completely unmoved.

"They have been cultivating here for over three hundred years; the rest of their path is up to them."

Nezha nodded. Wukong, based on relationships, was a direct disciple of Master Puti, while the others were merely enrolled. It's natural for Master Puti to teach Wukong some unique skills, but that didn't mean ignoring the rest.

They had already been given a foundation by the Saints. If their original limit was Level Forty, now they had a chance to rise to Level Forty-Five. Master Puti's teachings were worthy of their families' contributions.

The two descended from the clouds and revealed themselves. Master Puti conducted one final open class. Afterward, he gave some encouragements. The students below understood his message and paid their respects.

"Thank you, Master, for your teachings."

Master Puti nodded and eventually disappeared.

Nezha stood and said, "Pack up. I'll take you away."

"Yes, senior brother."

This was their last time calling Nezha 'senior brother.' The cultivation at Three Star Cave would be the most precious wealth of their Immortal Lives.

After more than forty people packed up, Nezha whisked them away with a wave of his sleeve. After bidding farewell to Master Puti, he returned to the Heavenly Court, notifying the students' parents to pick them up.

Though these forty people currently had low cultivation, their backgrounds were not weak. Even the least successful ones among the Demon Clan had a Bai Ze Demon Saint backing them up.

Nezha didn't need to rely on these connections, but these invisible resources were indeed essential for Wukong's future ventures in the Three Realms.

After sending off all his junior brothers, Nezha began the Flood Dragon Operation in earnest!

Meanwhile, Wukong couldn't wait to return to Huaguo Mountain after leaving Fangcun Mountain. A hundred years had passed, but Huaguo Mountain seemed frozen in time, unchanged.

When Wukong descended from the Somersault Cloud, he startled a group of monkeys.

"I'm your Monkey King, it's me! Don't you recognize me?"

After some confirmation, Wukong finally reunited with the monkey group and learned they were being harassed by a Demon called the Demon Lord of Mayhem, a typical representative among the new generation of demons.

This so-called Demon Lord of Mayhem had only cultivated for a few hundred years, barely strong enough to take human form, clueless about the past glories of the Demon Clan. He acted solely based on personal whims and had no comprehensive plans for the future.

He had no sense of reverence, unknowingly offending others. Those with good looks were caught as pets, somewhat resembling demons, while the less appealing ones were casually killed without mercy.

The fact that this demon dared to use the title Demon Lord of Mayhem was self-destructive. Even the disciple of the Nether River's Bodhisattva was merely a Demon King, so how could this guy be qualified?

When Wukong and the monkeys went to trouble this guy, they initially thought the Demon Lord of Mayhem would be a formidable master. Instead, he looked the part with a Black Gold Helmet shining in the sunlight, a black robe billowing in the wind, Black Iron Armor with a tightly bound belt, flower pleated boots like a majestic general, but in three moves, Sun Wukong had yanked the Big Blade from his grip and split him in two with a reverse strike.

He died miserably!

The monkeys cheered to see their Monkey King showcase such prowess. The little monsters under the Demon Lord of Mayhem were terrified, but Sun Wukong didn't trouble them further and simply returned to Shuilian Cave with the monkeys.

Sun Wukong's fame spread from this battle. The tales of his exploits were quickly disseminated by the little monsters under the Demon Lord of Mayhem, and coupled with Sun Wukong's extraordinary skills, the name Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain began to grow more renowned in the Demon Clan as time passed.

Meanwhile, Nezha was in the West together with Tie Shan.

"Wow, Nezha, it's huge, amazing!"

"Of course, it can get even bigger."

"Hehe, let me touch it, it's so hard!"

No need to misunderstand; the two were discussing horns. Anyone thinking otherwise should go reflect.

At this moment, Nezha had transformed into a Niu Tou — a real bull-headed warrior — adjusting his appearance in the mirror while Tie Shan, completely infatuated, was fondling the pair of horns on his head.

Nezha was well aware of Tie Shan's peculiar preferences. Although he didn't understand them, he showed respect. A bull-headed man should do what a bull-headed man ought to do. Whether his own bull nature counts as bullish, he's not sure.

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