447: Chapter 344 447: Chapter 344 It was just showing off to its master, letting the master know its merits.
In all things, effort reaps rewards, and its gains were, of course, much more than Green Ox’s.
Every time it was working, it complained while obediently carrying out its tasks.
The benefits it received in this space, the advantages gained from the master, were of course much greater than Green Ox’s, which it couldn’t question.
The monkey was bathed in Buddha Light from the Heavenly Book, causing its eyes to squint shut, feeling that the less tight seals on its body had tightened once again.
It felt a tense fear, worried that Little Dragon might go back on his word, not only abandoning the unsealing but using the book to reinforce the seals, leaving it to languish here for tens of thousands of years.
It felt that the days without freedom almost drove it mad; if it were to be suppressed for even longer, it would completely lose its sanity.
The monkey remembered its fearlessness of the sky and the earth; when it faced sealed Human Immortals, it was defiant and never fearful.
The appearance of the Heavenly Book for the first time made the monkey feel fear; its fear was not of Little Dragon – it would not fear death by his hands.
What it feared most were the days without freedom.
Days without freedom got increasingly agonizing; wasn’t it just like the feeling of those criminals in The Mortal Realm spending their lives in old prisons, where the lack of freedom meant never seeing daylight?
That was the feeling it feared the most.
Eryao translated the text from the book and imprinted it in his mind but didn’t immediately release the monkey’s seal.
Eryao wasn’t trying to keep the monkey on tenterhooks; he felt that his master was currently in cultivation, and releasing the monkey too quickly might pose a threat to them once it was free of its seal.
He thought the concern was not unfounded; a monkey that was sealed had definitely committed a serious wrongdoing, having offended an Immortal.
The monkey claimed it had become an Immortal and sought their help with the seal out of desperation.
Once the seal was lifted, would the monkey turn against them?
Having become an Immortal and then unsealed, would its Immortal Law be restored?
If the monkey were released from the seal, would it rise again to wreak havoc and commit evil deeds?
If so, their good intentions in rescuing this monkey could make them sinners.
If the monkey were set free, would it take over the place?
They had no power to fight against the monkey, and wouldn’t the master’s efforts be in vain?
It would be like working for the monkey’s wedding gown, helping the monkey might end up harming themselves.
Eryao had many thoughts.
Since his birth in the Cultivation World, spending time with his master, he had experienced the treachery of The Mortal Realm.
Beyond humans becoming wicked, when Demonic Beasts became strong without restraint, they too could become a scourge.
Accompanying the master, Eryao often thought the master was foolish, revealing his abilities time and again even when bullied, and still trying to rescue and help others.
But the master’s foolishness was born of pure kindness, without selfish hoarding, not just becoming strong alone, but also using his resources to benefit others, who willingly followed him.
Eryao had not yet become a Dragon, but he had the inheritance of a Divine Beast; a leader’s aura was not just about one’s personal strength.
However, if a person were strong and led many other strong individuals, that team would be invincible and no one would dare to bully them.
No matter if it were in the Mortal Realm or, in the future, having ascended to the Heavenly Realm, they could achieve greatness.
From the master’s actions, Eryao learned that one does not cultivate solely for the sake of cultivation; that would be too dry and boring.
One could earn money, start ventures, cultivate lands, and live without worry while training.
Cultivation could be carefree, not just meditating for the sake of cultivation; how boring that would be!
Eryao supported Jiang Tang in spirit, knowing that learning more skills required him to become stronger on his own, since, as a pet, he couldn’t help him cultivate and could only assist from the side.
With the book in hand, Eryao kept his eyes on it.
Initially, the monkey thought he was reading and would find the method to unseal it.
But as time slowly ticked by – one moment, two moments – the monkey, growing impatient with the sensation of time dragging, couldn’t help but urge Eryao, who was reading the book:
“Little Dragon Grandpa, can you understand it?
Don’t you divine beasts have a legacy?
Your master can’t make it out, but surely you can, right?
Hurry up and lift the seal for me!”
The monkey spoke disrespectfully, and Eryao rolled his eyes while looking down on it and said:
“What’s the rush?
Haven’t you seen my master cultivating?
Of course, I can understand the book, but I’m waiting for my master’s command.
I think my master can undo the seal too, but…”
“Little Dragon Grandpa, if you can understand it, why won’t you lift the seal for me?
Why wait for your master?
It’s not a big deal, is it?”
The monkey was so anxious; it thought about gaining its freedom to roam the Mortal Realm and wondered if it could ascend to the heavens after being unsealed.
Having decided that once it was unsealed, it would definitely seek out the Human Immortal who sealed it, to take revenge no matter what.
The monkey hadn’t even been unsealed yet, and its mind was already racing with thoughts; it had forgotten the pain before the wound had healed.
As it grew restless, the others remained guarded against it; the monkey was hurrying them, but Eryao ignored it completely.
“Why so much useless talk?
If you want to break free, just do it!
If you have the ability, that is!”
Eryao’s blunt words left the monkey speechless.
The monkey had to restrain its irritation because it still needed to be unsealed and ask for help.
It hadn’t been unsealed yet, and if it angered this dragon, it would suffer more.
Although the fires couldn’t harm it, they still caused discomfort, especially since its eyes couldn’t handle the smoke.
Even as a Demon Immortal, the monkey had its weaknesses, and its eyes were one of them.
The monkey waited helplessly, and not far from it was a vine that seemed ancient beyond years, which seemed to have dried up from the Buddha Light.
In the Golden Light, it slowly revived.
The vine’s original dark green body had acquired a faint golden shimmer after absorbing the Golden Light.
Before the vine had given birth to a Tree Elf, it had been cultivating on instinct while also helping the monkey.
After absorbing the Buddha Light, the vine manifested a small golden figure.
It looked like a smaller vine, almost as if it were this larger vine’s offspring.
When the main vine opened up to reveal this smaller vine, the monkey noticed.
“Vine Tree Spirit, what are you looking at?
Don’t you recognize your granddaddy?”
The monkey cursed the vine only to vent its frustrations.
In fact, the monkey often envied the vine because, over the millennia, it had stretched its vines outside the cave, surely enjoying much more freedom.
The little Vine Tree Spirit, whose main body had never spoken before, found its voice after the little figure appeared.
It spoke not in the language of trees but in human language that could be understood by many.
The small tree immediately transformed into a tiny person the size of a fist, wearing clothing made of leaves.
This little person had big eyes and a rather handsome face.
Having seen so many attractive men and women today, it imitated their looks and assumed a human form.
“Old monkey, your mouth is always getting you into trouble.
Can’t you see you’re still sealed?
You only know how to bully me, huh.
Think you’re so tough?”
The monkey’s nostrils smoked with rage at the little person’s words, and its eyes glinted menacingly: “Hey, when did your granddaddy ever get bullied by a vine like you?
Believe it or not, your granddaddy will beat you so bad you’ll have no roots left.”
“Hehe, so scared, oh, I’m so scared of you.
Prove it if you can!
I’m not afraid of you!”
After speaking, the little person paid no more attention to the monkey.
The little figure immediately made the main body grow longer, climbing out to the peak of the mountain.
There, it could absorb more golden radiance and even began to meditate while sitting on a rock.
Seeing the vine do this, smoke billowed from the monkey’s nostrils, and it felt like it was about to burst a blood vessel in fury.
The monkey could only curse verbally; it couldn’t really grab hold of the freely moving little person.
Being sealed, it was like a paper tiger: it could barely intimidate mortals with its diminishing power, and now even the vine looked down on it, leaving it seething with impotent rage.
The wait tormented it, with no outlet for its anger or aggression against anyone or anything.
After countless years, its fighting spirit had been whittled away considerably.