455: Chapter 348 455: Chapter 348 “What are you all laughing at?
Is what I said wrong?
Having so many of you take advantage of your strengths to capture a trapped monkey like me, what good does it do you?”
The monkey kept resisting, not yet having entered the Magical Treasure.
In fact, it wasn’t that its power was too formidable for the Magical Treasure to contain.
It was the Artifact Spirit of the Hell Palace that hadn’t exerted its full strength, whether or not it had control over the monkey; it could have captured it in one fell swoop, it just wanted to see a joke unfold.
To Kylin, it all seemed like child’s play, finding the inside too stifling and searching for some amusement.
Suddenly, it found the monkey much more interesting than the Demonic Beasts within its body.
Seeing its master and those beauties so jovial, it decided to join in the fun.
“Artifact Spirit, would you hurry up and take care of this trouble-making monkey?
Master is waiting to start construction here, what’s with the dilly-dallying?”
Eryao watched the comedy unfold, becoming a little impatient.
To it, the monkey was nothing but a transient presence, a Demonic Beast that would not submit to its master.
Thus, once it entered the Magical Treasure, the master wouldn’t let it out to cause mischief.
It certainly wouldn’t be released to help with work.
Eryao knew that the master was currently recruiting troops, with grand ambitions at stake; no one considered the monkey anything more than an object to be disposed of, it was useless to them!
“Come here, monkey!” The Artifact Spirit was quite obedient to Eryao, having witnessed Eryao’s prowess.
After saying this, it exerted its greatest force.
Using its strongest suction, the monkey no longer had the strength to resist.
It was sucked into the Magical Treasure in an instant, only managing to let out cries of “ah, ah” in protest.
The Artifact Spirit absorbed the monkey, leaving it to live or die on its own inside, no longer caring about the monkey’s fate.
Once inside the Hell Palace, the monkey saw the Red Sun shining down from above, with many Demonic Beasts leisurely basking in the sunlight, absorbing the Red Sun’s energy to cultivate.
The infuriated monkey, upon seeing the relaxed Demonic Beasts, assessed their Cultivation levels – the most advanced among them was merely at the Transformation Stage, the weakest not even worth noticing.
To the monkey, they were mere trash.
Having cooled somewhat after seeing so many varied species of Demonic Beasts cultivating leisurely inside the Magical Artifact, the monkey wondered, bemused: Being confined here, were they not aware of the stifling lack of freedom?
As the monkey thought so, it spoke.
Having entered such a formidable Magical Artifact, it needed to figure out how to come and go from it.
“Hey, you lowly cultivators, come and pay homage to your king!”
There were many kinds of Demonic Beasts within the Hell Palace, including monkeys.
Suddenly there came an unfamiliar monkey voice, speaking human tongue.
The cultivators looked up and saw one that looked part human, part monkey—seemingly corporeal, yet resembling a spectral entity.
The more formidable Demonic Beasts immediately recognized that the boisterous monkey before them was actually a soul, with higher Cultivation than the spectral entities within the space, already having refined a physical form.
The Demonic Beasts weighed in their hearts whether attacking this soul together might bring them benefits.
But as kings of their respective species, when had they ever submitted to another kind?
To do so would diminish their status—tigers, lions, leopards, Wolf King.
They fixed their gaze on the monkey.
The monkeys they’d seen before in that space hadn’t caught their attention, but the sudden appearance of a formidable monkey put them on alert.
It seemed change was afoot in the space.
When had this unfamiliar monkey soul arrived?
Their thoughts turned to the Artifact Spirit; alas, they had heard its voice but never truly seen it.
They had pleaded with it, asking to be set free, but had never received a response.
Now, with the arrival of another unfamiliar monkey, asserting its kingship straightaway and looking to disrupt their Four Kings squad, they felt that having so many species around, no spectral entity should be so brazen—even if it was more formidable than they were, they couldn’t cower at the appearance of a ghost.
With the monkey’s arrival, the previously inconsequential species of monkeys started hopping around excitedly, chattering in monkey language, welcoming their king’s arrival.
Hearing the voices of its kind, the monkey glanced at these monkeys, these monkey offspring.
Their abilities were so poor compared to many other species of Demonic Beasts.
It wasn’t just their Cultivation that was lacking, but also that commanding presence, no wonder when it appeared, those four species looked on with pride and did not immediately kneel in homage.
The kings of the four races had already united their strength within the Hell Palace.
This foreign monkey, although it was one of their own race, expecting their proud, kingly race to kneel before it like a stranger was out of the question.
Unless the monkey displayed strength that truly convinced them.
“Monkey, whose subordinate were you defeated by?
Why have you come here?
Since you’ve come, you better understand the rules here,”
The Lion King breathed out at the monkey.
“What an attitude, monkey; you’re nothing more than a spirit that’s been beaten to death, just a captive brought in here, tsk tsk!”
The tiger rolled its eyes at the monkey, as if to say if it didn’t show its might, would it be taken for a dumb cat?
The Leopard King and the Wolf King, who couldn’t speak human language, had already made it clear that there was no way they would lower their heads and acknowledge the monkey as king.
“Oh, you infuriate me, monkey!
I’ve been bullied by humans, by an Artifact Spirit, and now by you lot of dregs.
It seems that if I don’t use my real power, you’ll never know how formidable this monkey really is.”
As the monkey spoke, it began to muster its mana, preparing to strike at these Demonic Beasts that dared speak such words to him.
The monkey still had some sense of measure; it chose not to immediately deal with the weaker races of its kind but to defeat those who claimed kingship first.
The rest would naturally submit to it then.
Suddenly, a turbulent monkey appeared in the space, while the Taoist in the same space had already been dealt with and was hiding to one side, eagerly watching this fascinating scene unfold, wishing they would fight each other to death.
Huang Chen, inside the Magnet Magic Treasure Soul Conqueror, clenched his teeth and hid, unwilling to come out.
He had fallen out with his master and was now an enemy.
To protect his growth, he cultivated within the Magical Treasure, all to someday be able to see his family again and to take revenge.
One advantage of cultivating in the Magical Treasure within the space was access to resources for Ghost Cultivator’s cultivation.
With such resources, one could ascend quickly.
He gritted his teeth and endured the lack of sunlight and freedom within the Magical Treasure, all for the dream in his heart.
Bearing the loneliness and never having practiced soul cultivation, he was now utilizing the space’s resources to achieve Heart Refinement.
After several grueling months of cultivation, he had shed his princely temperament, growing amidst the hardship.
Ever since he had fallen out with his master, he had been hiding from him and his fellow disciples, who were previously protected by the master’s light.
Now the master, for his own sake, no longer had the capability to protect those disciples.
The disciples were continuously bullied by the Ghost Cultivators in the space, without the luck of having a Magical Treasure to protect them, their souls devoured by those Ghost Cultivators.
Seeing this situation, Huang Chen did not use his own Magical Treasure to help his fellow disciples.
In this space, to protect himself, he could no longer care about others.
Knowing there was a mighty Artifact Spirit within the Magical Treasure of the space, in order not to be discovered by it, he had the Magical Treasure hide in this river in the space.
Only at night would he stealthily use the Magical Treasure to pick red flowers from the riverbank to cultivate his soul.
The moment a monkey was added to this space, Huang Chen observed from within his Magical Treasure, unsure how this formidable monkey was brought in by the Space Magical Treasure.
Yet Huang Chen understood one thing: the Space Magical Treasure was now controlled by his enemy and was being used as a tool by them.
He simply could not comprehend why such a powerful Spatial Artifact Spirit would acknowledge Jiang Tang, his enemy, as its master; it was baffling to him.
He had once asked his master, but even his master couldn’t figure it out.
The Magical Treasure that was clearly picked up by him and already under his control, suddenly had an Artifact Spirit that defied his commands, even recognizing an enemy of his disciple as its master.
The thought made the Taoist’s heart puzzled to the point of despair.