466: Chapter 354 466: Chapter 354 Jiang Tang still didn’t know that because of the Black Mist that attacked him last time and the display of multicolored luster infused with Immortal Qi, some of the powers from the Immortal Sect and the Ten Great Families had appeared in the Cultivation World.
He hadn’t been found right away because he later concealed the Hell Palace.
This time, the golden Buddha box that he utilized was shrouded by him.
His skills were too strong, and the powers had not yet detected it, so it was shrouded and incredibly difficult to deal with.
This is why he could leisurely sit here, drinking and leading out the truly powerful monkeys from the cave.
Just like before, when Jiang Tang came down and drank with everyone, he had sealed off hundreds of miles around the area.
While sealing the area, he discovered another force emanating from the mysterious mist, covering hundreds of miles, and no wonder Cultivators or mortals knew of this excellent place.
Jiang Tang believed that he was more adept in magic than that force.
He thought again of that monkey, which was sealed, its strength diminished.
That is to say, once it recovered to its former state, it wouldn’t be as easy to subdue it.
But now with the Buddha Seal, even if the monkey regained its former powers, he was not afraid and would surely find its weakness and deal with it.
Jiang Tang took out some fine wine from his space and topped up everyone’s cup; he felt that with the long night ahead and Eryao’s request for meat, he’d take some meat out to roast.
The aroma of the grilled meat, mixed with the fragrance of the wine, spread far and wide.
The dancing monkeys returned to find less wine and thought their companions had drunk it.
After glaring at their companions and snatching their wine, two monkeys nearly came to blows, only to be stopped by a slightly higher-ranking leader.
Suddenly, whiffs of wine and meat scents floated down from the mountain top, initially thought by the monkeys to be coming from the entrance of the cave.
In the cave, they were also roasting meat, and their king and leaders were drinking and eating meat, while they, rather pitifully, only ate fruit.
The fruits from the mountains were their sustenance; only when their king and leaders wanted to eat animal flesh would the monkeys, used to picking fruits, go hunt, which was not easy.
Fortunately, with only a few pheasants and rabbits around, there were no fierce animals in the nearby mountains under the king’s control.
Later, the monkeys realized something was off; the fragrance clearly wafted down from the mountain top.
Their own king’s roasting meat didn’t smell as delightful, and the fragrance of the wine was much richer than what they were drinking.
Confused, all the monkeys struck the same pose, looking up at the mountain top, one hand holding a wine cup, the other holding fruit, no hands to scratch their heads, so they resorted to using their feet.
Some monkeys used the fruit in their hands to scratch the itch on their heads.
The monkeys on the square stopped their movements as they smelled the fragrance, their chatter ceasing momentarily before they started to become agitated and put down their wine cups to jump around.
Even more monkeys went into the cave to report.
“Great King, a delicious meat fragrance and the scent of fine wine are drifting down from the mountain top.”
The monkey’s report, of course, was in monkey language.
The king it referred to was suppressed in a corner of the cave, its soul projected, unfettered by the seal.
It was also feasting with some subordinates, and it too had smelled the aroma of meat and wine, thinking it was just from its own cave.
Arrogantly, the monkey king believed that for thousands of years, ever since its spirit had awakened, neither mortals nor Cultivators could penetrate the realm it had sealed.
Even if Cultivators passed by, they would only see a fog-covered mountain from the high skies and definitely not find any Spiritual Energy items within hundreds of miles around.
After its soul emerged, it utilized the spiritual resources here for Cultivation, sealing this place off to keep others from discovering it and competing for resources.
Now hearing about someone eating at the mountain top, wasn’t that a challenge to its authority?
Especially when someone had come to its doorstep without its knowledge—if they had malicious intent, then it, along with these monkeys, would be doomed.
Having enjoyed life for thousands of years here and hailed as the king by its kind, it had been living comfortably.
Even though its body was still sealed, it was of no hindrance at all, as it could still eat and drink freely with its ethereal soul.
Its ethereal spirit, nourished by the resources of this place, had taken physical form, allowing it to consume food with its soul.
“Who dares to come here?
Wait for the Great King to take a look.”
The Monkey King was not like the others, unable to run or jump; it could fly with its spirit.
All the monkeys admired it so, seeing it as divine with spells to fly through the heavens and earth.
This flying and earth escape, for a regular Cultivator with a Magic Artifact, wasn’t much different—it could use spells to fly high or burrow into the ground.
The monkey’s offspring couldn’t understand, so they treated it as their king because it had become an Immortal, and it had told them so, promising to bring them up to the skies once its body was freed from the seal.
The Monkey King didn’t teach the other monkeys any spells, of course, it had its own agenda—if it taught too many powerful monkeys, it would definitely face competition for its position.
Most importantly, the soul born from its body was not as powerful as the soul within its physical form, which was its greatest enemy.
Teaching the monkey offspring to become stronger while its own soul was weak was akin to making the disciples stronger only to cause the master’s downfall.