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The Other Journey to the West: For You, I Shatter Ling Xiao
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At Cangnan Second High School, the homeroom teacher pointed at the two transfer students. "Everyone, welcome our new friends!"
One of them, a boy wearing a golden circlet and calling himself Sun Wukong, stood alongside another boy with a black veil covering his eyes. The crowd erupted in chatter.
"Five hundred years ago, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!" The boy with the golden circlet grinned widely, prompting laughter from the audience.
"Can you live up to the name of that deity?" A skeptical voice rang out. Sun Wukong puffed out his chest. "This is the name my master gave me!"
A yellowed copy of "Journey to the West" was handed to Sun Wukong. He gazed at the familiar illustrations within, his expression gradually turning serious.
"So everyone knows I, Old Sun!" He smiled broadly, but no one noticed the fleeting sadness in his eyes.
After school, a foul stench filled the alleyway. Sun Wukong's heart tightened; wasn't this just like a scene from "I Learn to Slay Gods in the Mental Hospital"?
Two devil-faced men appeared before everyone. Sun Wukong drew his Ghost-faced Man and stood protectively in front of the crowd. "Want to take a nap? Come at me!"
With a swing of the Ghost-faced Man, one devil-faced man fell to the ground, and his classmates cheered excitedly. "The Great Sage is so cool!"
The class monitor looked on with admiration. "He's even more powerful than the Sun Wukong in 'Journey to the West'!"
More and more devil-faced men emerged, and Sun Wukong unleashed the Rulai Divine Palm, instantly turning the devil-faced men into mush. However, Lin Qiye was nowhere to be found.
"Rulai, what are you playing at? Where did you put Lin Qiye?" Sun Wukong shouted angrily. A voice echoed from above in a halo of Buddhist light. "Are you calling for me?"
The golden light of the Buddha slowly faded, revealing a gruesome puddle of flesh and blood on the ground. Sun Wukong's eyes widened in shock as the Ghost-faced Man lay helplessly on the ground.
"No... this can't be happening..." He trembled as he reached out a hand, pointing at the puddle of flesh. "This... this isn't the Devil-faced Man... this is... Yang Jin..."
The classmates gasped in horror, and the class leader covered her mouth in fear, while cries of shock rippled through the crowd.
The stench in the alley grew stronger, mingling with the metallic scent of blood, making it nauseating.
Under the dim glow of the streetlights, the puddle of flesh appeared particularly glaring, like a demon crawling out of hell, devouring everyone's sanity.
Suddenly, the puddle began to writhe, slowly coalescing into a human form as flesh reassembled and bones regenerated.
Yang Jin stood there unharmed, his eyes shimmering with golden light. The vertical eye on his forehead slowly opened, emanating a powerful wave of divine energy that exuded an overwhelming pressure.
"Er Lang..." Sun Wukong murmured, recognizing that familiar aura.
A shadow flashed by as Lin Qiye appeared beside Yang Jin. He supported Yang Jin with one hand while gripping the Black Longsword with the other, coldly staring at Sun Wukong.
A corner of the black veil over his eyes was lifted by the wind, revealing a pair of crimson eyes that burned like flames, seemingly ready to consume Sun Wukong entirely.
"Sun Wukong," Lin Qiye's voice was icy and piercing, devoid of any emotion. "Why did you harm my brother?"
Sun Wukong was taken aback. He opened his mouth to explain but found himself at a loss for words.
"I... I didn't..." He tightened his grip on the Ghost-faced Man, sweat seeping from his palms.
"Do you still want to argue?" Lin Qiye's tone grew colder, the divine energy radiating from him intensifying. The Black Longsword hummed ominously, as if ready to be drawn at any moment. "Yang Jin witnessed it with his own eyes. What else do you have to say?"
Yang Jin stood silently behind Lin Qiye, a vertical eye on his forehead glowing with golden light, locking onto Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a massive mountain were pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Behind Lin Qiye, Six Wings slowly unfurled, their pure white feathers glowing with a sacred light under the dim streetlamp, contrasting sharply with his icy gaze—divine yet terrifying.
"You dare to harm my family..." He slowly raised the Black Longsword, its tip aimed directly at Sun Wukong. "You will pay the price!"
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