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Under the bright sun and vast blue sky of the Five Elements Continent, beneath Buddha's Palm Mountain in Zhao County, a flourishing scene unfolded as the fruits of the season were about to ripen.
For the Zhao Family, the only cultivation family in Zhao County, there were just three days left until the family competition held once every three years.
At this moment, Zhao Yang was finally able to swing his Stone Hammer a thousand times in one breath. The hammer technique taught by Sun Wukong had been honed through countless hours of hard practice over the past three years, reaching a level of Great Achievement, although Zhao Yang still couldn't discern any particular style.
Initially, he named this hammer technique Chaotic Hammer Technique, but later felt it lacked flair and renamed it Raging Wind Hammer Technique. With his current strength, wielding this several hundred-pound giant hammer felt even lighter than most people wielding a sword.
Thus, even though Zhao Yang was still at the second layer of Qi Refinement Stage, he felt invincible, sometimes laughing in his dreams.
At this moment, under Buddha's Palm Mountain, Sun Wukong was staring intently at Zhao Yang swinging the giant hammer, seemingly lost in thought.
“Ahem, disciple, you don’t need to practice today. I have something to tell you,” he said.
“What is it, Master? I can already swing the giant hammer a thousand times in one breath. I wonder when I can elevate my cultivation as easily as walking on flat ground.”
“Uh, elevating your cultivation isn’t urgent for now. I have a Treasure to give you.”
“Hey, what Treasure? Over these three years, I've noticed that whenever you call me disciple and refer to yourself as Master, there’s a hint of deception. Is there some trick this time?”
“Looking for a beating?!”
“Wait, wait! Master, I was wrong! Please don’t hit me! What Treasure do you have for me?” Zhao Yang asked with curiosity written all over his face.
Sun Wukong remained silent for a moment before extending two fingers. He pinched out a tiny golden light orb from his ear, no larger than a pinky finger. After murmuring a few incantations, he flicked the golden orb towards the giant hammer in Zhao Yang's hand.
“Oh no! That monkey is so disgusting; he actually dug out some Earwax and infused it into my precious hammerhead!” Zhao Yang thought to himself while asking aloud, “Master, what is this?”
"This is naturally a Treasure. In the future, you will come to understand it. For now, try using your strength to see if you can lift the hammer."
Zhao Yang, half-convinced, went to pick up his giant hammer. Indeed, it took an immense effort for him to raise it.
"Master, your Earwax is really heavy! I can't believe it has such an effect!"
"Go on, go on. I've grown tired of dealing with you, you clumsy fool. From now on, practice this hammer technique every day; it will surely help your physical body grow even more terrifying. However, from this point forward, you must use the principles of size and weight to conceal the giant hammer on your person. One day, when you can swing it as easily as before, you will be able to smash open the hammer, and the Treasure will be inside."
"Why not just give it to me directly? What's with all this romance? It's just a monkey!"
Sun Wukong shot a glance at Zhao Yang. He had initially thought about pulling out his staff to scare him but decided against it after a moment's reflection. He sighed and said, "In three days, I will be leaving."
"Go ahead then. I won't reimburse your train ticket back."
Zhao Yang had long been aware that Sun Wukong would soon complete his tribulation and depart, so he was mentally prepared for it. Though he spoke lightly, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. After all, three years of master-disciple bond had made him deeply appreciate how great a true master could be. This master was different from teachers on Earth; a master commands respect even more than a father because he dedicates his entire life to imparting knowledge and skills to his disciple.
"Reimburse your sister."
Over the past three years, Sun Wukong had also picked up quite a few new phrases from Zhao Yang.
"After I leave, everything will depend on you. Chaotic Qi is the most powerful and primordial existence born at the dawn of creation. The Spiritual Root it forms must be the strongest in the world; you must believe this. However, I have observed that the rules of this realm seem to suppress Chaotic Qi to some extent. So do not rush; practice diligently and earnestly. In the future, you must become a formidable force worthy of being my disciple!"
Zhao Yang's eyes had already narrowed into slits, expressing an indescribable disdain for Sun Wukong. It seemed that there were no other master-disciple pairs in the world who could be so perfectly matched in temperament.
In the following two days, Zhao Yang continued to visit Buddha's Palm Mountain daily to discuss future cultivation matters with Sun Wukong. One afternoon while they were conversing, Sun Wukong suddenly sensed a mysterious aura rippling from afar. He opened his Fiery Eyes and Golden Vision to look into the distance and saw that the aura emanated from Zhao Yang's sister.
Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, realizing the situation, and instructed Zhao Yang to take his sister, Zhao Yu, to the foot of Buddha's Palm Mountain. Zhao Yang was puzzled, but he understood that Sun Wukong was about to leave this realm and might grant his sister some protective treasure out of consideration for him. Excitedly, he rushed home, only to find his little sister Zhao Yu lying pale on the bed. A middle-aged doctor, around fifty years old, was checking her pulse, while Zhao Tianlang and He Qing were anxiously pacing nearby, unsure of what to do.
“Father, Mother, my master predicted something was wrong with my sister and asked me to bring her to him.”
For the past three years, Zhao Yang had been leaving early and returning late every day. They had learned that he had taken a master on the back mountain but had never seen him. Zhao Tianlang and He Qing had tried several times to bring gifts for his master as a gesture of respect, but Zhao Yang had always refused with various excuses. The couple guessed that Zhao Yang's master was an eccentric who disliked visitors. However, out of respect for the doctor, they allowed him to finish checking Zhao Yu before asking about her condition.
The doctor examined her for a long time but could not determine the cause of her ailment. He hurriedly took his leave and returned to his clinic.
“How did your master know that Yuer was in trouble? What is wrong with her? You have no idea how worried I am,” He Qing said tearfully.
Zhao Yang looked at his kind mother and reassured her, “Mother, don’t worry. My master has great divine power; he can heal my sister with just a glance. You and Father should trust him. He doesn’t like strangers; I’ll take my sister over now before he gets impatient.”
“Then go quickly so he doesn’t get annoyed waiting.”
Zhao Yang was uncertain about what had happened to Zhao Yu—whether it was good or bad—so after saying goodbye to his parents while carrying Zhao Yu on his back, anxiety crept onto his face. He began to channel True Qi beneath his feet, moving at an incredible speed toward Buddha's Palm Mountain, leaving a long trail behind him.
Zhao Yang ran all the way to Sun Wukong’s presence with Zhao Yu on his back, clearly anxious. Sun Wukong, however, remained calm and called out to the little girl on Zhao Yang’s back, “Little girl, wake up!”
After calling out once, when Zhao Yang noticed that there was no response from Zhao Yu, he carefully set her down in front of Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong blew out a stream of colorful light that slowly floated toward Zhao Yu, making her appear like a little princess.
“Little girl, wake up quickly.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yu indeed opened her sleepy eyes. She looked at Sun Wukong in front of her without saying a word. After hearing Zhao Yang ask how she was doing from behind her, she finally relaxed and waved her small fist at him saying, “You scared me to death, brother! You caught a big monkey without telling me! I thought this monkey had captured me! It frightened me so much I almost cried! Hurry up and strangle him; let’s have meat for dinner tonight!”
Upon hearing his sister’s words, Zhao Yang felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. Although he usually acted casually with his master Sun Wukong, he knew that Zhao Yu might not earn Sun Wukong’s favor. Therefore, he immediately put on a stern face and said, “You little brat! This is your brother’s master; you need to bow down and call him Master!”
Zhao Yu was startled by Zhao Yang's suddenly serious expression, pouting her lips. In her memory, her brother had never shouted at her like that. She quickly followed his instructions and bowed to the monkey in front of her, calling out, "Master, Yuer knows she was wrong."
"Haha, this little girl is amusing, truly amusing," Sun Wukong exclaimed, laughing so hard he lost all composure.
Zhao Yu's mouth fell open in shock at the sight before her. Turning to Zhao Yang, she said, "Brother, this monkey can talk! Mother said that animals that can speak are all monsters. Boohoo, does he want to eat me? My meat isn't tasty at all; if he wants to eat someone, he should eat you instead, Brother. Your meat is much tastier."
Zhao Yang was left speechless, finding the situation both ridiculous and entertaining. Sun Wukong laughed even harder, praising, "Now that's a piece of uncut jade." After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "Little girl, back in my day when I fought against a celestial being, I snatched a book called 'Heavenly Gang's Thirty-Six Transformations' from him. It contains a technique called 'Flower Blooming in an Instant.' I wonder if you'd like to learn it?"
"What?! Master, you actually kept this from me? You have 'Heavenly Gang's Thirty-Six Transformations' and didn't teach me! Hmph!" Zhao Yang exclaimed with wide eyes, feeling quite indignant.
"It's not that I won't teach you; it's that you can't learn it! The 'Heavenly Gang's Thirty-Six Transformations' and the 'Earthly Transformation of Seventy-Two Changes' cannot be practiced together by anyone in the universe except my master, Bodhi Patriarch. Anyone else attempting to practice both will only meet with death—I've never even tried it myself. Besides, you already possess the highest secret of the Seventy-Two Changes: the Seventy-Third Transformation. Whether you learn the Heavenly Gang's techniques or not is irrelevant."
Although Zhao Yu didn't understand what her brother and the monkey were talking about, she was clever enough to realize that this strange monkey—her brother's master—wanted to teach her something. She asked eagerly, "Are you going to teach me cultivation? Can I be as powerful as my brother?"
"Hehe, of course you'll be more powerful than your brother! The 'Heavenly Gang's Thirty-Six Transformations' grants abilities like foreseeing the future, reversing the five elements, moving mountains and filling seas, and even bringing the dead back to life! As long as you want to learn it, Old Sun can teach you. However, the technique 'Flower Blooming in an Instant' is most suitable for you. Would you like to learn it?"
"I want to learn! I want to be as powerful as my brother!"
Zhao Yang listened with gritted teeth—not out of jealousy for his sister but because he felt that what his master was offering was simply too extraordinary. If he could learn such techniques, wouldn't he be unrivaled in heaven and earth?
Lost in his thoughts of grandeur, Zhao Yang failed to notice a large hand suddenly appear and swat him into the air. He let out a single wail before soaring off toward his home.
"Do not eavesdrop while your master is teaching! Go back and tell your parents that this little girl is fine. Come back here before dawn tomorrow; I will give you one last thing so you can participate in the family's cultivation competition!"
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