bookrebus Chapter 523 The Sea-Stabilizing Needle Iron
Chapter 523 The Sea-Stabilizing Needle Iron
In the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the old Dragon King's body withered, as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant, slapping his thigh in distress:
"Here we go again? Is this never going to end?"
"Close the Dragon Palace! Quickly close the gates of the Dragon Palace! Hurry!"
The old Dragon King hurriedly called to his shrimp soldiers and crab generals to close the door, and strode inside to pretend he wasn't home.
"Dragon King, Dragon King."
Yang Jiao's calls were like the Grim Reaper summoning his life, but the Old Dragon King ran even faster.
However, his movements were far inferior to Sun Wukong's. Since he was born and gained freedom, he had an exceptional fondness for running around.
In a flash, he was beside the Dragon King. Wukong, ever obedient, gently bumped the old Dragon King's shoulder and praised him with a smile:
"Your clothes look really nice, hehe."
The Dragon King had never seen such a presumptuous monkey before. Besides, during his time as Dragon King, he had never seen a monkey that could go into the sea.
Seeing Yang Jiao squinting at Sun Wukong, he thought to himself that this little girl had grown up so much.
He wasn't old and his eyesight wasn't failing him. Just by looking at the cloud-patterned robe, he knew it was the attire of a celestial being. It was truly precious and would require at least a group of weavers to make. Those of low status were not qualified to wear clothes made by weavers.
Only then did the old Dragon King realize that it was no wonder that when Yang Jiao caused trouble in the East Sea, the Jade Emperor sent a team of heavenly soldiers and generals led by Taibai Jinxing to capture him. Not only did they fail to capture him, but they also lost the Dragon Gate of their Dragon Palace!
When he sent people to inquire again, the Dragon King was already at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, and had been officially named "Guankou Dragon Gate" by the Heavenly Court, a proper Dragon Gate that was registered and recorded.
Through Sun Wukong's bright eyes, the Dragon King of the East Sea clearly saw the pitiful look on his own face.
Your Majesty, she has such a powerful background, why didn't you say so earlier!
Seeing that he couldn't get away, and that Yang Jiao wasn't as impulsive as she had been in her youth, the old Dragon King simply wanted to give her something to get rid of her. So he cupped his hands in greeting to Yang Jiao:
"Immortal."
Yang Jiao had grown up and become much more sensible, and returned the greeting:
"Greetings, Dragon King of the East Sea."
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so the old Dragon King steadied himself and asked:
"May I ask what brings the immortal to the East Sea?"
Yang Jiao pointed to Sun Wukong, who was still wearing his leaf-patterned clothes, and said, "The East Sea is rich, so I'm shamelessly asking for two sets of clothes and two weapons."
Two sets, two pieces.
Upon hearing this quantifier, the old Dragon King straightened his back.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I dare not say anything else, but the treasures of his Dragon Palace are comparable to those of the Heavenly Court!
Although the dragon race has declined, it is only in terms of cultivation and talent that it has declined. As for its wealth, it is still one of the most abundant in the Three Realms.
Surely the Dragon King could afford just two sets of armor and weapons? Consider it a gesture of goodwill, a way to turn hostility into friendship!
The Dragon King was not a petty person; he let bygones be bygones with a smile.
"In that case, Immortal, please bring the two monkeys into the Dragon Palace."
“Sage, I am a sage,” Sun Wukong reminded him.
"A saint...a saint?" The old Dragon King looked Sun Wukong up and down, thinking that he had been underwater for too long and did not know that there was a saint in the form of a monkey outside. With his keen sense of smell, he sniffed Wukong for a while and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha, don't try to fool this old king."
Sun Wukong leaped onto the white jade pillar in the Dragon Palace, hands on his hips:
"I am a primordial sage, Sun Wukong!"
The Dragon King never imagined that this white jade pillar would become a popular spot for sea monsters after Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
"These are the words of a monkey." The Dragon King didn't take it to heart and turned to lead them inside.
Yang Jiao looked back and saw that not only was the Tongtian Sect Leader gone, but even the bridge was no longer there.
She whispered, "The Master of Tongtian?"
"I don't want to go to the Little Dragon Palace yet." The voice of the Tongtian Sect Master came from somewhere.
Yang Jiao muttered, "You think you're so important?"
Even a sage wouldn't bother entering the Dragon Palace.
Yang Jiao turned around and followed, but just as she was about to enter the Dragon Palace gate, she heard another voice.
Looking at his bare arms, the Tongtian Sect Leader was unwilling to lose his saintly dignity in front of the Dragon King, and had to remind Yang Jiao:
"Bring one for the main character as well when you come out."
The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible; she thought she had misheard. It took her a while to realize what it was, and she quickly lowered her head to hide the smile that had been creeping onto her face: "So, this is the Tongtian Cult Leader you are."
After laughing to himself, Yang Jiao swaggered into the Dragon Palace with his hands behind his back.
The Dragon King ordered his shrimp soldiers to rise:
"Go and bring out a few weapons from my Dragon Palace for this Great Sage to see."
The Dragon King of the East Sea was so perceptive that Wukong was so charmed by the word "Great Sage" that he jumped up and down on the spot, while his hand mischievously tugged at the Dragon King's whiskers.
"Good Dragon King, you are truly a good Dragon King. Just as my sister said, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative."
"Neighbor? You're from the East China Sea?"
"Yes, yes, Flower Fruit Mountain."
The name sounds familiar; the Dragon King has heard of it before. However, those were all ordinary beasts; he never imagined that a magical monkey would appear out of nowhere.
"Grandpa Dragon King, Grandpa Dragon King, the weapons are here."
When Sun Wukong saw it, he saw that the weapons brought included knives, spears, swords, and halberds, with several shrimp heads surrounding each weapon.
He picked them up, but none of them felt right to hold.
The Six-Eared Macaque hesitated before stepping forward. Without choosing, he picked up the weapon closest to him and retreated to Yang Jiao's side.
For him, the prehistoric world was arduous, and obtaining even one treasure was already a great achievement.
Seeing that Sun Wukong was picking and choosing and not quite satisfied with any of the items, the Dragon King asked:
"Great Sage of Flower Fruit Mountain, is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"
He inwardly scoffed: "Truly a wild monkey from the mountains, he's never seen anything good before, and he even mistook a pearl for a fish eye when he saw so many magical artifacts."
If it weren't for Yang Jiao still standing here, he wouldn't have been willing to take out weapons of this caliber.
Sun Wukong's palms itched at the mere thought of his desired weapon. He leaped from the stool to stand in front of the Dragon King, bumped into his shoulder, and asked hesitantly:
"Dragon King, do you have any club-like weapons in your Dragon Palace, the kind that are straight and long?"
Sun Wukong gestured, indicating that it was the same length as the staff that had amazed him when Yang Jiao took it out of the stone fetus.
He wanted it.
The difference between Wukong and Liu Er lies here.
Having never experienced the harsh realities of war, he expresses everything directly.
Liu Er was constantly hampered, and had long since accepted taking whatever he could get his hands on.
Yang Jiao made up her mind from the bottom of her heart that she must make the Six-Eared Macaque break away from the Heavenly Dao so that he could start cultivating again.
The Dragon King listened to Sun Wukong's description: a staff?
His Dragon Palace is full of good things; there's no such thing as a broken stick there.
The monkey is a monkey. The Dragon King glanced at Sun Wukong, who was still eager for a stick, and thought him to be incredibly foolish. How could a monkey be as smart as a dragon?
"Don't they even have sticks? The Dragon Palace is really quite poor."
Upon hearing the monkey speak like that, the Dragon King could no longer contain himself.
“Who says there isn’t one? There’s a stick right outside my Dragon Palace, and I’m afraid you can’t even lift it.”
The legendary iron needle that exists in the Dragon Clan's tales.
Although it was just an ordinary iron rod, it weighed 13,500 jin (approximately 6,250 kg). Even when Yang Jiao came to the East Sea and moved the Fangtian Halberd, he couldn't take this iron rod away. One can imagine how miserable the monkey must have been.