Rat in Yellow Wind Ridge, rising from plundering entries

Chapter 11 The Innate Demon Sage, the Handsome Monkey King—Seeking Immortals and the Dao? Let’s Go Together!

Yellow Wind King was astonished. As expected of the Handsome Monkey King—he couldn’t see through his information at all, as if the secrets of heaven were veiled. Perhaps it wasn’t just the Monkey King. If someone’s origins, strength, and background far surpassed his own, their information might also be concealed.

However, the dazzling five-colored glow alone had already blinded Yellow Wind King’s mouse eyes.

Five colors!

The highest-grade trait!

This was the first time Yellow Wind King had seen one, ranking even higher than his own Destined One trait. Moreover, the Monkey King had another golden trait. Truly an innate divine being, with extraordinary talent.

The Handsome Monkey King was also scrutinizing him. His golden eyes flashed slightly as he smiled, “I wondered who it was—turns out it’s a mouse spirit.”

Being seen through did not surprise Yellow Wind King. When the Handsome Monkey King was born, two golden beams shot from his eyes straight to the Celestial Palace, startling the Jade Emperor and the immortals—proving his extraordinariness.

His Golden Eyes were innate, capable of discerning illusions. As for his Fiery Eyes, those were later refined in Laozi’s alchemy furnace.  Yellow Wind King chuckled.

“I may be a mouse spirit, but aren’t you just a demon monkey?”

The Handsome Monkey King grinned mischievously, clasping his hands in a polite salute, displaying proper etiquette.

“Thanks for the help in slaying that tiger demon!”

After leaving Flower Fruit Mountain, the Monkey King first traveled to the Southern Continent. He wandered along the Great Wall, visited small counties, learned human etiquette, and studied their speech.

Over more than ten years, he had been influenced by human culture and gained rich experiences. With his innate intelligence, he grasped knowledge quickly—once he learned one thing, he mastered many. Now, he carried himself with the demeanor of a proper person.

His eyes flickered as he asked, “But tell me, how did you hear my name and come looking for me? What’s your purpose?”

Yellow Wind King replied, “A few days ago, I was in a town and heard of a monkey demon calling himself the Handsome Monkey King, seeking immortals and the Dao.”

The Monkey King clapped his hands.

“That’s me, that’s me! Do you know where to find an immortal? Where to seek the Dao? Give me some guidance!”

Yellow Wind King chuckled.

“To be honest, I am also searching for immortals and the Dao. I heard about you and came out of curiosity.”

“Oh?”

The Monkey King was delighted.

“So we’re like-minded travelers! My apologies for the rudeness. What should I call you?”

The people he had encountered since leaving the mountain were all ordinary mortals, chasing fame and fortune. Finding someone on the same path filled him with kinship.

Yellow Wind King laughed.

“Yellow Wind King!”

The Monkey King exclaimed, “What a name, what a name! You have a ‘King,’ and so do I! I am the Handsome Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain, and you are…?”

“Yellow Wind King of Yellow Wind Ridge!”

The Monkey King beamed with joy.

“Great! Brother Yellow Wind, we are fated to meet! Why don’t we travel together to seek the immortals?”

Yellow Wind King nodded.

“I was just about to suggest that! I know of an old immortal—we should visit him and seek the method of eternal life!”

The Monkey King became even more excited. “You’re also after immortality? Which old immortal is this? Take me with you! Let’s go together!”

Yellow Wind King pulled out a wooden map from his bag.

“Look, a few hundred miles from here lies Mount Fangcun.”

The Monkey King leaned in, nodding eagerly. “Let’s go, let’s go! We must hurry!”

But the Yellow Wind King laughed.

“No rush. Look—the sun is setting, night is falling, and demons roam the mountains.”

“Why don’t we rest for the night and set out in the morning? Since we’re now brothers, let me treat you to some wine.”

As he spoke, he removed his pack and took out a wine pouch filled with barley wine from a town. Uncorking it, the aroma of alcohol spreads. The impatient Monkey King suddenly felt parched. During his travels among humans, he had naturally tasted fine wine.

He grinned.

“Good, good! We won’t travel tonight. Brother, wait here—I’ll fetch some wild fruits to go with the wine.”

Yellow Wind King pointed at the tiger demon’s corpse.

“Why bother? Isn’t that a ready-made dish?”

The Monkey King shook his head.

“Brother, you don’t know—I dislike raw meat. And out in the wilderness, we have no fire.”

Yellow Wind King chuckled.

“I have one. You fetch the meat, and I’ll start the fire.”

He built a bonfire. Using stones, he crafted a grill, took out salt, Sichuan pepper powder, wild ginger root, soy sauce, and other seasonings. When the Monkey King returned, carrying the massive tiger demon—three times the size of an elephant—he was stunned.

“You’re out looking for immortals, and you brought all this?”

Yellow Wind King laughed.

“I travel simply, but when meeting a friend, one must eat well.”

He extracted tiger fat to render oil, ensuring the meat wouldn’t be too dry. Then, he asked the Monkey King to find two bamboo cups.

The Monkey King thought, This mouse demon knows how to live even better than humans.

Amused, he didn’t mind being sent around and did as he was told. Under the night sky—they roasted meat, drank wine, and chatted about the world.

Yellow Wind King was a smooth talker. He flattered the Monkey King, saying he would surely learn immortal arts and achieve eternal life. And he meant it sincerely because it was true.

This honesty pleased the Monkey King even more, as he could see through illusions and people’s hearts. As the wine took effect—Yellow Wind King suggested a sparring match. The Monkey King agreed.

Yellow Wind King then proposed, to avoid hurting their bond, they should draw a circle on the ground—the first to step out would lose. The drunken Monkey King nodded.

Yellow Wind King exhaled and smiled.

“Finally, he’s taken the bait! Sorry, Monkey Bro, but your traits are too tempting.”

The night was bright with sparse stars.

In the wilderness, an open clearing—Yellow Wind King drew a circle, eight feet in diameter. The drunken Monkey King wobbled inside it, hiccupping.

“Yellow Bro—hic—you look like… three people… hic…”

He giggled.

Earlier, when they were drinking, they had exchanged details—names, backgrounds, and ages. The Monkey King was over a hundred years older than Yellow Wind King. Thus, he called himself the elder brother and addressed Yellow Wind King as his little brother—Yellow Bro.

Yellow Wind King didn’t mind and smiled. “Monkey Bro, remember—the first to leave the circle loses.”

The Monkey King nodded.

“Alright, hic…”

Yellow Wind King breathed deeply.

This is my chance. If I win, I can change my fate in one stroke.

“Disperse the mist!”

He knew—everything depended on this single move.