452: Chapter 347 452: Chapter 347 The monkey was so mischievous that its master was besieged and injured; its body and soul were separated and sealed, which, in fact, caused even greater harm to the master.
But subsequently, the monkey wanted to express regret and apologize, yet it wasn’t possible.
Human Immortals, Demonic Beasts, and Demons fought over territory, leading to a brutal outcome.
The monkey did not witness the battlefield but only knew of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, its soul and body, along with the seal, falling into the Mortal Realm.
Throughout these tens of thousands of years, at first, it was unreconciled, but to whom could it complain when feeling dissatisfied?
In the end, its temperament was worn down, and it grew agitated by the loss of its freedom.
By constantly terrorizing mortals and relieving its frustration when they feared it, it felt a bit exhilarated.
In truth, it aimed to draw in a true Capable Being, someone who might have the chance to release its seal—perhaps a dream.
Such a predestined, capable person was awaited for tens of thousands of years, and today, at long last, that wait was over.
How could it possibly miss this opportunity?
There might only be this one chance; missing it meant an uncertain amount of time trapped in a freedomless existence.
It would rather die than live endlessly without freedom.
To the human before it, the meaning behind the words was merely a desire for the monkey to promise not to harm anyone again, not to be killed, and to relinquish this place to the human.
The monkey felt that although it had lived in this place for many years, if there was a better option, it dreamed of one day ascending to the heavens and apologizing to its master.
“Young man, I swear to the heavens, I accept your terms.
I won’t kill you or do anything that violates the natural order.
I’ll concede this place to you,” it said.
Jiang Tang still shook his head and said,
“Some people make vows as lightly as eating lettuce; such promises can’t be trusted.
Thunderstrikes and oaths—I can’t believe in such flimsy assurances.
How could a mere promise like that convince me to take the risk of unsealing you?”
“Young man, you don’t trust what I say, and I have nothing on me that could benefit you.
What can I say to convince you?” the monkey lamented, actually quite helpless, having been captured and sealed.
When it was seized and sealed, the Immortals had taken its Magic Artifacts, clearly not wanting it to use them to escape.
Its body was sealed too, and over those millions of years within the Mortal Realm, though sealed, it had not given up on cultivation.
In fact, even without its soul, its body could become like that of a Ghost Cultivator—a Ghost Immortal.
The monkey could feel that after these tens of thousands of years, its flesh had birthed a new soul, but even if the seal was lifted, it might not be able to control it.
But with its body sealed, it felt that breaking the seal would allow its spirit to cultivate more freely.
During those millions of years in confinement, the monkey had refined its soul—Soul Refinement.
This too was because it was sealed; if the seal were broken, its soul would return to an Immortal Soul.
If not for the heavens and earth shattering, it could have immediately ascended to the heavens—without Ascension, the old schemes still applied!
After much consideration, Jiang Tang realized he couldn’t leave this formidable monkey loose in the Mortal World; thus, he had to trap it in an Immortal Artifact, though certainly not his own Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space.
There was only the powerful Hell Palace, as after all, the Hell Palace was inhabited by its own kind.
Once inside, the monkey would perhaps behave.
Jiang Tang believed that once in the Hell Palace, the monkey would become more disciplined.
Should it enter the Hell Palace, it would become the king there—none of the Artifact Spirits inside would be able to control it.
Would the monkey stay docile and not bully the beings inside?
After consideration, Jiang Tang saw only this solution.
He had already taken the golden, shining box from Eryao, and his pets had helped him translate the text in the book.
According to the translation, there were ways to release the monkey’s seal and notes on how to seal a mischievous monkey in a certain place so it couldn’t come out as it pleased, except when summoned by its master.
Jiang Tang memorized the contents of the book and stored the golden box and book in his space.
Looking down at the monkey awaiting rescue, he said,
“I still don’t quite trust you.
If you agree, and I unseal you, you must enter one of my Magical Treasures and cultivate there quietly.
When the day comes for my Ascension, perhaps I will take you with me.”
The monkey’s mouth twitched, thinking that by the time this human managed to cultivate to the point of Ascension, it would be waiting with a white beard.
The monkey’s eyes twinkled, thinking that no Immortal Artifact, no matter how powerful, would be able to trap it.
Once the human lifted its seal, would it not simply come and go as it pleased—what could this human truly do about it?
Satisfied with this thought, a hint of a smile began to form on its face.
If it had an idea and didn’t want to be a monkey anymore, and decided to seize the human’s body, heh heh, wouldn’t all those women by the human’s side be its for the taking?
Contemplating this, the monkey thought that without any offspring of its own, should it obtain a human body, could it not then sire a clever child with a human?
“Young man, I agree.
As soon as you break my seal, just let me go into that Magical Treasure, and I will,” it said.
Jiang Tang nodded, showing a slight smile when facing the monkey, feeling that it wasn’t entirely evil, if only he had the Mind Reading Technique to know its strength.