Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1045 - 614

Moreover, after traveling for half an hour, they moved incredibly slowly, completely adopting a ’spring outing leisurely travel’ pace.

At this speed, it will take forever to reach the Western Heaven Great Leiyin Temple and complete this Westward Journey tribulation!

At first, Sun Wukong would patiently persuade Chen Sanzang to at least increase the travel time a bit and walk faster.

But this guy wouldn’t relent, insisting that three meals a day must be high quality and standardized. In cultivation, of course, one shouldn’t shortchange oneself. All that talk about immortals needing to be above emotions is rubbish. Isn’t longevity for better enjoyment?

So, after the monkey advised him three times, he also decided to give up.

Do as you wish, Old Sun won’t care anymore. If the Western baldies have the ability, they should come to manage themselves!

For Sun Wukong, daily errands at most involved preparing three meals a day, leaving him very free for the rest of the time.

Dragging on for who knows how long, finally, human and monkey arrived at the Yingchou River.

The Dragon Clan’s aura made the little tiger that was the steed very uncomfortable, hesitating at this point.

Luckily, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power, after soothing it, the little tiger somewhat returned to normal.

There was no choice; the innate dignity pressure of purebred dragons imposes quite a bloodline suppression on ordinary demons.

"Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?"

Such a strong dragon aura, Sun Wukong sensed it even while outside Yingchou River.

After so many days of interaction, the monkey understood what Chen Sanzang was about, so the first thought was not to subjugate a dragon, but rather to see how he could cook it and unleash its flavor.

He, Sun Wukong, had mixed within the Heavenly Palace in the past, dining on dishes like dragon liver and phoenix marrow quite often.

He frequently visited the Lord of Stove, hanging around for food and drink.

As the saying goes, dragon meat from the heavens, donkey meat on earth. Now finally encountering a dragon with pure bloodline, how could one let go of the chance to satisfy one’s appetite?

"Little Kongkong, don’t mess around, the Dragon Clan is related to a big boss behind this monk, if this dragon was specially sent to be my henchman, there’s no way."

With a roll of his eyes, Chen Sanzang had already learned some inside stories from Old Xi.

Now that Ancestral Dragon had pledged allegiance to the big boss behind Old Xi, weren’t the purebred dragon sons and grandsons just tools to be driven by them?

Clearly, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, Little White Dragon Ao Lie, was sent here as a high-level henchman.

In the original story, Ao Lie was rather pitiful; not only was he cuckolded, but also accused by his own father, sent to the Dragon Stripping Platform, rescued by the Goddess of Mercy, placed in Yingchou River, waiting for Tang Sanzang the Jingren.

Then he ate Tang Sanzang’s White Horse due to greed, thus getting his dragon horns sawed off, dragon scales stripped, transformed into The White Dragon Horse, ridden by a man.

Truly miserable!

This lifetime’s Little White Dragon, though not as pitiful as in the original, still couldn’t escape the cuckolding, getting his corner taken by a Nine-Headed Snake.

However, he wasn’t accused by his own father; instead, some cost was paid for a benefit exchange, making Ao Lie part of the Westward Journey tribulation.

Whether he still became the White Horse for the Jingren or an apprentice of the Jingren, that would depend on his own fortune.

"Dragon Clan at Golden Immortal Peak, but his aura is unstable, has inner injuries, not quite fitting as a henchman."

Sun Wukong pouted, somewhat dismissively.

"Then should we eat him, so Little Kongkong continues daily errands?"

Chen Sanzang quietly retorted.

"No need, though his strength is a bit lacking, a henchman he’s weak, but as an errand boy doing odd jobs, perfectly suitable."

Sun Wukong immediately changed his mind.

He is the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, the Monkey King who once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, how could he do odd jobs every day?

"Pretentious! Let’s subdue this little dragon first, observe for a period, if there’s no problem, train him well; if there is, he’ll just be reserve food, perfect for roast on a lazy day."

Chen Sanzang smacked his lips, truth be told, pure dragon meat, he hadn’t tasted, also wondering how delicious it could be.

"Little Kongkong, how about dragon meat hotpot today? Can you fetch some ingredients from the Four Seas? You’re fast on your feet anyway."

"...Eating dragon meat hotpot right before a purebred Dragon Clan, Old Chen, your heart is definitely pitch black!"

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, a rare tear appeared at the corner of his mouth, and without another word, he flipped and disappeared.

Having been trapped for so many years, now out for quite some time, thanks to Chen Sanzang sparking the craving, he too wanted to hunt a dragon for a feast.

"Amitabha, Dragon Donor, having eavesdropped for so long, won’t you come out for a meeting?"

Unconcerned about Sun Wukong’s departure, Chen Sanzang calmly got off the little tiger, found a shaded spot behind a large rock, pulled out a lounge chair, lay down, and casually laid out various cooking tools and seasonings.

Hiding in the pool at Yingchou River, the face of Little White Dragon Ao Lie twisted, his dragon eyes showing disgruntled emotions.

He hadn’t seen Chen Sanzang’s guise but could sense the vast Buddhist Power within him.

Clearly, this monk was not a benevolent character.

And that monkey who just flew off, Ao Lie indeed recognized, wasn’t he Sun Wukong imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain?

The name of Great Sage Equalling Heaven Sun Wukong was quite resonant for Ao Lie, especially since his father had given special instructions when sending him to Yingchou River.