By this time, Lin Fang finally felt confident enough to thrive in this world. He looked up at the pristine moon in the sky, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Gazing at the remaining peach pit in his hand, Lin Fang could not help but exclaim, "The peaches possess such effects, no wonder all the immortals of the Heavenly Palace rush to the Peach Banquet, and the monkey is even keener to burrow into the peach grove and not come out."

Now that his cultivation level had significantly increased, it was also time to prioritize the refining of magical treasures. Currently, he possessed fragments of the Colored Glaze Lamp and the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, which were more than enough materials for refining magical treasures; the only thing that he lacked was experience in treasure refining.

After all, these materials were hard to find in the mortal world, and if he failed, there would not be a second chance.

Luckily, he had not yet fully mastered the Path of Artifact Refining, and there was still some time before the others from his journey west arrived, giving him enough time to learn.

On a sunny and tranquil day, Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong, bored and with nothing to do, strolled through the mountains, their small statures particularly concealed in the thick undergrowth.

Yi Hailong unfolded a scroll, which depicted four monks of various appearances.

"Scripture Seeker, Scripture Seeker, why haven’t these people arrived yet? Being sent by the king to patrol the mountains every day is really boring," Yi Hailong exclaimed, startling countless birds that flew over their heads.

"Keep it down, have you forgotten what the boss told us?" Bashan Tiger said, digging his ears unhappily.

Yi Hailong quickly shut his mouth and looked around fearfully before whispering softly, "Is Sun Wukong really that terrifying?"

"A figure who wreaked Havoc in Heaven, an existence that not even a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers could handle—how could he not be terrifying? I think even our two kings are no match for him," Bashan Tiger said, completely taken with the stories of the monkey since hearing them.

"But don’t forget the treasures the kings have. Although Sun Wukong is powerful, he would still need to ask about the treasures in their hands before he could defeat the two kings," Yi Hailong retorted, disagreeing.

"But Sun Wukong has the Seventy-Two Transformations."

The two immediately began arguing about whether the monkey or their kings were mightier, and just then, a vividly striped tiger suddenly charged out from the jungle.

Such a fierce beast did not fear small monsters like Bashan Tiger; to it, they were merely food.

Just then, a bright light flashed at Bashan Tiger’s waist, and a glowing rope suddenly flew out, binding the tiger, which had already leapt into the air, tightly.

The tiger, soaring through the air with great ferocity, seemed not to realize what had happened, confusion filling its eyes before it fell from the sky.

"Sigh! This treasure crafted by the boss is good in every way, except it’s not durable. It’s already useless after just one use," Bashan Tiger said regretfully.

"You should just feel lucky. This thing is a replica of the magical treasure the king gave to granny. If you think it can be used repeatedly, why don’t you try flying to the heavens?" Yi Hailong said very disdainfully, seeming somewhat irritated by Bashan Tiger’s greediness.

"You’re right, who would have thought that small monsters like us would have such treasures? When we get back, I’ll ask the boss for a few more," Bashan Tiger said with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Lin Fang, whom they were discussing, was still engrossed in learning about runes. During this period, the mysterious Journey to the West appeared two more times, granting him an Appearance-Preserving Pearl, which had belonged to Tang Monk’s father to preserve his body, and the Enlarging Supernatural Power from the Giant Spirit God.

"What useless Enlarging Supernatural Power, it falls way short of the legendary Law of Heaven and Earth,"

The thought alone made Lin Fang want to complain; the two were worlds apart. The Enlarging Supernatural Power could at most make him grow into a giant about ten to twenty meters tall, nothing compared to the earth-shattering Law of Heaven and Earth—it was like comparing a jungle fowl to a phoenix.

The Appearance-Preserving Pearl turned out to be even more useless, since he had no need to preserve anyone’s body. However, he realized that not every draw would yield the most valuable item.

He felt secretly fortunate that the first thing he had drawn was the method of cultivation.

Through several experiences with the lottery, Lin Fang gradually discovered a pattern with the appearances from Journey to the West; it seemed that as long as Tang Monk and his disciples overcame a challenge and he had established some karma with them, he would get a chance to draw a lottery.

However, whether the items or divine skills drawn were random; they could be incredibly valuable or just a pile of junk.

"Sigh, the thing I hate the most is this kind of event that tests one’s character," Lin Fang grumbled to himself.

Over time, he slowly learned the technique of artifact refining. Nevertheless, the path of artifact refining was vast and profound; one could spend a whole lifetime and still not fully master it. Fortunately, Lin Fang believed that a poor memory was better than a slow pen and recorded every rune he observed on paper, to ponder further in the future.

Gauging the time, it seemed Tang Monk and his disciples would soon reach Baoxiang Kingdom, so Lin Fang, along with Golden Horn and Silver Horn, proposed to take their leave.

"Lin Fang, think it over. Pingding Mountain has beautiful scenery. Why not reign as kings of the mountain with us? It would be joyful, why suffer alone in the wind and dew?"

Silver Horn was somewhat reluctant as he really liked Lin Fang’s character, feeling he resembled that important figure in Heaven, hence he spoke up to retain him.

"Thank you, Great King, but unfortunately, I am destined to be a wanderer; I cannot stay long," Lin Fang said, his mind already made up.

Joking, you two are so naive. He was not naive. With the Elderly Lord covering his back, nothing would happen to these two, but as for himself, sorry, eliminating monsters and demons was his heavenly duty.

Lin Fang did not want to die unclearly; when that monkey started causing trouble, he didn’t care if you were innocent, you would face his iron rod.

The thought of brains splattering flashed through his mind, causing Lin Fang to shudder.

Untouchable, truly untouchable.

"Brother, since Lin Fang is determined to leave, let’s not keep him. People have their own aspirations," said the Great Golden Horned King, clearly more mature than his brother.

"Sigh, it’s just a pity you won’t get to eat Tang Monk’s meat," Silver Horn still felt rather regretful.

Lin Fang smiled and shook his head. Only these naive two would believe such nonsense. Who was Tang Monk anyway? Buddha’s direct disciple, Journey to the West was laid out by the Buddhist Sect for many years. How could they allow a monster to succeed? It was merely an excuse to successfully extend the influence of the Buddhist Sect.

After drinking a cup of farewell wine, Lin Fang embarked on his journey. He had only taken a few steps out of the cave mansion when he saw two small figures dart out of the bushes.

"Boss!"

It was Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong, the two little monsters, carrying big bags and looking at Lin Fang with anticipation.

"Decided?" Lin Fang asked with a smile.

"Decided, I want to roll with boss and become a formidable Demon King one day," Bashan Tiger proudly slapped his own shoulder as he spoke. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Although Yi Hailong didn’t say anything, he continuously nodded next to him, agreeing with Bashan Tiger’s words. The two of them hadn’t been this in sync for a long time.