Just as the pig-head was wondering if he was dreaming, he suddenly spotted Big Yellow.
“Y-You... You're the imperial clan member who colluded with humans?”
“Woof woof!?”
Big Yellow rolled his eyes and retorted, What absolute nonsense are you talking?
Don't you go slandering a dog! Where are there any humans here? You must really be dreaming!
Hmm?
Hearing Big Yellow's words, the pig-headed man couldn't help but look around.
Indeed, there were no humans. There was only a group of monkeys.
Was he really dreaming?
But why did this imperial dog look exactly like the dog in his dream?
Could they just look similar? Just as the pig-head was feeling puzzled...
Lu Ming's voice rang out, “Hey! Zhu Bajie, what are you doing here?”
The pig-head froze, blinked, and took quite a while to process the words.
“You've got the wrong name, monkey. I'm not Zhu Bajie. My name is Zhu Wuneng.”
Hearing this name, the corner of Lu Ming's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
I was just joking around, but who would've thought you're actually named Zhu Wuneng?
What a cursed coincidence...
“Wuneng! Why are you here?”
Lu Ming asked again.
Zhu Wuneng rubbed his snout.
“I'm representing our Mountain-Shaking Pig clan to attend the Xiaotian Demon Emperor and Empress's centenary wedding anniversary celebration...”
“A centenary wedding anniversary?”
Hearing Zhu Wuneng's words, Lu Ming couldn't help but mutter.
“Yes, a hundred years... The Demon Emperor has already sent out notices. Every clan has to attend...”
Hearing Zhu Wuneng's words, Lu Ming turned his head to look at Big Yellow.
Your family sure likes a crowd.
Even a wedding anniversary is held on such a grand and magnificent scale.
Big Yellow was also full of surprise. Yep, they're definitely my family.
They didn't take after me at all. I'm so low-key and refined...
Then, Lu Ming looked at Zhu Wuneng again.
“Since you're a representative, you must be a pig of high status, right?”
Hearing Lu Ming's words, Zhu Wuneng lifted his snout and spoke proudly,
“You bet! I'm the son of the Mountain-Shaking King of the Mountain-Shaking Pig clan...”
Surprise flashed in Lu Ming's eyes as he stared into Zhu Wuneng's “wise” eyes. “Are you the young master of the Mountain-Shaking Pig clan?”
He hadn't expected this rather dim-witted pig-head to actually be the young master of the Mountain-Shaking Pig clan.
Zhu Wuneng shook his head repeatedly, “N-No... I'm just an errand boy for the young master.”
Hearing Zhu Wuneng's words, Lu Ming and the others were utterly speechless.
Can you finish your sentence in one go?
That dramatic pause was way too long.
“Then where is your young master?”
Lu Ming inquired once more.
“Well, we ran into the Tyrant Tiger clan trying to rob us, and the young master got lost while running away...”
The corners of Lu Ming and his companions' mouths twitched again. He highly suspected that it was this guy who had actually gotten lost.
“We're also heading to attend the Demon Emperor's wedding anniversary celebration. Do you want to come with us?”
Hearing Lu Ming's invitation, Zhu Wuneng didn't hesitate for a second.
He agreed immediately,
“Sure! Sure!”
“Alright. Take out your map and let me have a look. Ours is lost.”
Hearing Lu Ming say their map was lost, Zhu Wuneng didn't doubt him in the slightest.
Without hesitation, he spat a storage bag out of his mouth, retrieved the map, and handed it to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming looked at him in wonder. No wonder they couldn't find this guy's storage bag earlier; it turned out he had hidden it in his mouth.
Aren't you afraid of swallowing it?
Then, Lu Ming focused his gaze on the map.
He located the position of the Xiaotian Imperial Clan.
It should be right here.
Next, Lu Ming led Diao San and the others as they rushed toward the Xiaotian Imperial City.
Whoosh... Whoosh...
Lu Ming and his group hadn't traveled far when they saw a pack of creatures with weasel heads blocking their path.
Before Lu Ming and his group could even speak...
A sinister voice echoed:
“Do I look like a human to you? Or do I look like a 4th-rank demon beast?”
Lu Ming's eyes instantly widened. Holy crap, I've actually run into a weasel seeking an appraisal!
Upon seeing these weasels, Zhu Wuneng trembled all over.
“It's over, it's over... This pig's life is forfeit!”
Huang Tianbao and the rest of the crowd directly raised their beggar-beating staffs, ready for battle.
They were only waiting for Lu Ming's command.
But Lu Ming's eyes lit up, his face full of excitement.
He looked at the peak 3rd-rank demon beast seeking an appraisal before him and stepped forward.
“I think you look like the Heavenly Dao of the Xuantian Continent...”
The weasel seeking an appraisal, who had been looking quite excited when Lu Ming stepped forward, froze.
Upon hearing Lu Ming's words, its face instantly filled with terror, and the fur on its face turned completely white.
Before it could even react...
With a loud BOOM!
Without any surprise, the weasel seeking an appraisal was directly struck by Punishment Lightning, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
And the Punishment Lightning that had struck the weasel crackled with resentment as it spotted Lu Ming.
It truly wanted to strike Lu Ming dead right then and there.
Do you really think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing a headgear?
Unfortunately, the rules didn't allow it.
Having no choice but to finish off the appraising weasel, it could only pack up and head back in frustration.
At this moment, it thoroughly detested these goddamned rules.
It couldn't even strike whoever it wanted. Why couldn't there be a bit of flexibility?
“Audacious monkey! How dare you harm my clansman!”
Just then, a 4th-rank weasel from the opposite side shouted in fury.
Such a talented child of their clan had actually been killed by a monkey just like that.
It was absolutely infuriating! If they didn't slaughter this group of monkeys, it would be impossible to appease their hatred.
BOOM...
While the 4th-rank weasel was still shouting in anger...
Lu Ming directly controlled the Weapon Vault to smash down on the opponent.
Since he had already decided to take action, there was no need to waste words.
Strike first to gain the upper hand, or suffer the consequences of being too slow.
Whoosh...
Just as Lu Ming's Weapon Vault was about to crush the opponent...
The opponent's body blurred into an afterimage and vanished.
Lu Ming's eyes narrowed. So fast.
Whoosh...
Seeing that Lu Ming hadn't reacted yet...
The 4th-rank weasel's figure flashed once more, a bloodthirsty, cruel sneer pulling at the corners of its mouth.
It extended its claws, swiping toward the back of Lu Ming's head.
Bang!
The moment it reached out, the expected scene of blood spraying everywhere did not happen.
Instead, it was blown away by an immense force.
Smack!
Dust billowed as grass clippings flew everywhere. The 4th-rank weasel faceplanted directly into the dirt.
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