624: Chapter 432 624: Chapter 432 The monkey was in a predicament, but it wasn’t about to act cowardly.
Without a suitable weapon, couldn’t it just find one?
During its search, the monkey jumped into each courtyard of the Imperial Palace to inspect, and it entered one shrouded in a swirling Black Mist, a strange courtyard.
“Thud, thud, thud”
The black mist turned into many shrimp soldiers and crab generals, directly assaulting the monkey as if the mist were an army of thousands.
“Damn, so it turns out these are ghosts formed from Black Mist.
I thought there really were that many ghosts!
No wonder they turn to debris and disappear into the air when hit.”
The monkey finally realized that the ghosts outside were all emanating from this courtyard, and there must be a powerful enemy present.
Why else would it be attacked upon sight?
This was clearly someone’s doing.
Thinking of the Dragon King, the monkey called out in a challenging tone, “Dragon King, you old ghoul, stop playing tricks and come out to fight me one on one!”
“Go to hell, you monkey ghost.
I was living here peacefully, and you just barged in.
You break in and act righteous, I will kill you, you monkey ghost!”
An old voice came from inside, both speakers were talking in human language, understanding each other perfectly.
“Old ghoul Dragon King, you haven’t just been sitting here for thousands of years, have you?
And how did you turn into a ghost?
Are all the creatures here ghosts?”
The monkey’s curiosity was piqued.
During their conversation, the Dragon King didn’t let up and switched from using ghosts to his Magical Treasure, unleashing streaks of lightning from within.
“You think you can pry Bagua from the king’s mouth?
Don’t you have any moral sense, checking my background like this?
You don’t even have a Celestial Court work permit!”
The Dragon King spoke with anger, he had never been bullied like this before, and especially not by some pet monkey.
“Tsk, tsk.
You’ve been beaten into a ghost.
Was it the work of the Celestial Court?
Looks like you’re only fit for Hell now, Old Long.
Surely you must have committed quite a few misdeeds in the past.”
The monkey’s interest in gossip had arisen.
After being sealed, it didn’t know why heaven had collapsed or why Old Long and the others had returned to their original domains as ghosts.
Could it be they were sealed too?
It knew nothing of what had happened after heaven and earth fell apart and was eager to learn what had happened to its master.
If its master had died, it would definitely feel the repercussions and be injured.
However, at that time, its soul was separated from its body, and the soul couldn’t sense what exactly had happened to the master.
Not even its master had the power to protect it, which suggested that the Buddha Ancestor and those Immortals it had offended were far too powerful.
The monkey sought news also to find out if the Immortal who had sealed it had died and if its nemesis had descended to the world of mortals.
The Dragon King was enraged and didn’t just use lightning; he also employed Ice Sea Magic, intent on freezing the monkey solid.
“Wow, so cold!
You damn Old Long, if you don’t wanna talk, then don’t, but do you really need to turn me, the monkey, into an ice sculpture?”
The monkey used its own Spell, countering with Thunder Fire Power.
If others used ice and electricity, couldn’t it use fire?
If they wanted heat, let everyone heat up together.
If the opponent brought such cold, the monkey would bring extreme heat.
Above the ocean’s surface, the fish living in the sea found themselves between ice and fire, on the verge of freezing in what was otherwise summer weather.
The sudden ice formation on bodies of water nearby shocked people.
Summer might bring storms and make fishing at sea unsafe, prompting fishermen to fish in waters closer to home.
But the abrupt freezing of sea waters, trapping boats amidst the ice, left them immobile.
The fishers were startled, with some believing the Sea Goddess was angered, forbidding them from fishing by sending ice during summer.
With their boats stuck and unable to return, the sailors could only try to walk back to shore across the ice—it was but a couple hundred meters.
At one moment they stood on solid ice, having tested that the ice was firm enough to walk on.
But as they walked, the ice cracked before their eyes, frightening them as they felt a scorching heat beneath their feet.
It was as if what they came in contact with was not seawater, but boiling hot water.
These people screamed in fright, dropping everything they were holding into the sea.
Their bodies were scalded by the hot sea, sore in places, believing they would die in the scorching waters.
“Mother of…
we’re doomed, the ocean’s fish are all dying off, the Sea Goddess is furious with us.
We folk will lose our means of survival and meet our end!”
Just a couple hundred meters away, they felt trapped like beasts at sea, until they cleverly and swiftly jumped back onto the boats, only to find their bodies already reddened from the heat.
Thinking the heated water might push the boats back, they hoped to return home and tend to their wounds.
With no more ability to fish for a living, they would have to find other work.
Having reached their boats, they thought they could move again, only to find the surface had turned to ice once more.
Then, in a relentless cycle, the ice melted back into boiling water, trapping the fishermen in their little boats, fishing no longer an option, and the fish in their hands close to death.
The situation at least allowed for drying fish, and they noticed another pattern: freezing and boiling alternately, the stocks in the ocean couldn’t handle the torment and floated up.
The sailors caught sight of the surfaced fish and scooped them up—the fish were not dead, and an unexpected boon was granted.
The crafty fishermen came up with another idea.
During the hot intervals, they steered the boats slightly away, enabling them to catch even more fish.