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"The elite disciples of the Tristar Crescent Moon Cave, I believe you are the best!" In ten years, let's fight! " At this moment, the Sect Leader's vigorous voice resounded within the minds of every disciple in the entire Tristar Crescent Moon Cave.

All of a sudden, the Sect Leader spoke up and smiled craftily at Hong Zhongtian below. He said once more, "Here, in the Tristar Crescent Cave, we will be supplying you with elixirs and treasures. Therefore, ten years from now, the glory of the Tristar Crescent Cave will be in your hands."

"Are you all confident?" The Sect Leader's vigorous voice was transmitted through his spiritual will and the support of his Zhen Qi to every corner of the Tristar Crescent Moon Cave.

"Yes!" A series of heaven-shaking explosions rang out. Within the Tristar Crescent Moon Tristar Cave, every single disciple was boiling with excitement. They were going crazy, and were roaring towards the sky.

"Good!" Then I shall wait ten years for all of you! " At this moment, the Sect Leader's voice seemed to have an inexplicable attraction, causing all of the disciples within the Tristar Crescent Moon Cave to have bloodshot eyes as they panted.

"It's actually like this!" What are you waiting for! "Let's go back and cultivate!" Suddenly, the Sect Leader's kind words changed to berserk and he roared loudly.

Then, those disciples who had been standing there stupidly, roaring, all hurried back to their own secret techniques to cultivate.

"You guys should go back and train as well. You should treasure it well over the course of ten years." At this time, the Sect Leader's voice became more amiable as he spoke to some of the direct disciples within the Grand Hall.

When everyone heard this, they didn't ask any more questions and slowly walked back to their own halls.

At this time, just as Sun Wukong and the rest were about to leave, they were called to a halt by the Sect Leader.

"Junior brother Hong, go slowly. Wu Kong, you stay too." The Sect Leader's voice carried a trace of cunning as he spoke to the fatty.

"My good disciple, leave quickly. Ignore him." At this moment, the fat man had an ugly expression on his face as he spoke to Sun Wukong.

"What's wrong, Master?" Sun Wukong asked in confusion.

"Don't ask so much, just hurry up and leave. There's no benefit in staying here." The fatty's face turned ugly as he urged Sun Wukong on. At the same time, on the other side, as if he hadn't heard the Sect Leader's words, he hurriedly walked out of Grand Hall.

"Junior brother Hong, didn't I tell you not to leave?" At this moment, the Sect Leader's voice came from above Grand Hall. His figure blurred, and after which, he appeared in front of Fatty, with a crafty smile on his face as he spoke to the fatty.

"Um, head senior brother, I don't know what's going on with junior brother, he is always in pain from the waist down, dizziness and tinnitus, cold in his limbs, weakness in his limbs, etc. If junior brother wants to rest for a bit, it will take at least several decades. So, junior brother should not disturb the head senior brother any longer and take his leave." As he said that, he acted like he was sick, turning around with a pale face as he said to the Sect Leader, Kong Wei Qing.

"Junior Brother, why did you look fine a few days ago?" Seeing this, Kong Weiqing had a curious look on his face as he looked at Hong Zhongtian and said.

Aiya, even if a few days ago, I helped my disciple Sun Wukong refine a magical equipment and that's it. That magical equipment is a medium-grade immortal equipment. "Fatty said to Kong Weiqing with his back hooked and a sickly old look on his face.

"Oh? Wu Kong, is this true? " Kong Wei Qing walked up to Sun Wukong and asked doubtfully.

"I do have a magic treasure, but where's my master?" At this moment, as Sun Wukong spoke, just as he was about to say that Fatty was not sick at all, Sun Wukong turned to look in the direction of the fatty and realised that the fatty was winking at him from the side.

The fat guy looked as if he was begging, sending a telepathic message to Sun Wukong, "My good disciple, help me pretend to be sick. Otherwise, Kong Wei might have a treacherous person on his side, and I would have to do hard labor for him." The fatty's voice was filled with grievance as he spoke to Sun Wukong.

"Oh, is there any benefit in speaking up for you?" Seeing this, Sun Wukong also had a crafty look as he used his spiritual will to ask the fatty.

"Fine, you win. When the time comes, I'll help you refine another piece of immortal armor." The fatty had a righteous look as he spoke to Sun Wukong.

"Alright, it's a deal. If you go back on your word, you know what will happen." Sun Wukong said to the fatty with a threatening tone.

"Alright, how could I go back on my word?" Seeing this, the fatty became speechless toward Sun Wukong. He was actually so scheming and scheming. Even his own master had to be so scheming and scheming.

"How is your master?" At this time, the Sect Leader, who was standing at the side, looked at Sun Wukong.

"My master was really helping me refine that magical equipment, and his body is getting worse. He looks like he's going to rest for a few years." Sun Wukong immediately pretended to be distressed as he spoke to the Sect Leader.

"So it's like that." He turned around and looked at the fatty who was carrying him on his back and said, "Junior Brother, it's actually like this. You should take a good rest for the time being, you know, in ten years time, it will be our annual martial competition that we hold every 100 years, and at that time, we will definitely have many magic treasures and pills. We, the Tristar cave of the Crescent Moon, will only have a few of these things we know how to refine, and we'll give you two years to guide Wu Kong in his cultivation while you recuperate yourself and help him refine some magic treasures."

"Two years? Isn't that a bit short?" When the fatty heard this, he said in a disdainful manner.

At most three years. If you pass that time, then you won't be able to do anything. You know how many people there are in the sect, and how few people there are in the sect who concoct magical items or medicinal pills. Seeing that, Kong Weiqing pondered for a long time before steeling his heart and speaking to the fatty.

"Good, if that's the case, then junior will try his best to heal his wounds." When Hong Zhongtian saw himself fighting for another year, he spoke to Kong Weiqing with a righteous expression.

"En, it's actually like this. Wu Kong, help your master go back and rest." At this point, Kong Wei Qing spoke up helplessly upon seeing the situation.

"Alright, then Martial Uncle, we will take our leave." Hearing that, Sun Wukong pretended that he did not fail his mission, and said to Kong Weiqing.

After which, Sun Wukong walked up and supported Fatty as they made their way to the Enlightenment Hall. Before he could go far, Kong Wei's voice sounded out once more.

The fatty was so frightened that he thought that he had been exposed. At this moment, cold sweat started to drip down his face.

"Um, Wu Kong, wait a moment." The Sect Leader's voice sounded again as he asked Sun Wukong.

"What's wrong, Sect Leader? Is there anything else?" Immediately, Sun Wukong turned around and answered with a calm expression.

"What happened to the Highest Elder, did his ascension succeed?" The Sect Leader also had a look of concern on his face as he asked Sun Wukong. Although he was very confident in the Great Elder's ability, he was still worried about Sun Wukong's safety.

"If I succeed in my ascension, he still wants me to cultivate properly. We'll meet again in the Immortal World!" Sun Wukong's face was filled with a hint of happiness as he spoke of the matter of the Supreme Elder.

"It's good that you've succeeded, it's good that you've succeeded. Alright, I have nothing else to do. Take your master and go back to the sect to recover. There are still a lot of things I need to do, so I'll be leaving first." As Kong Wei Qing listened to Sun Wukong's words, he knew that the Supreme Elder had also successfully ascended. In that instant, a hint of joy filled his heart. After that, there were many other matters within the sect. With regards to Sun Wukong and the others, there was no need to waste any more words. In the next instant, Kong Wei Qing's figure blurred, and he quickly disappeared from the Grand Hall, busying himself with his own matters.

Along the way, Sun Wukong supported Fatty's body as they slowly made their way back to the Enlightenment Hall.

The moment he entered the gate, Fatty immediately got up. He no longer pretended to be near death. He casually waved his hands behind him, closing the gate behind him.

"Cough, cough, cough ?" My good disciple, thank you. " At this moment, looking at the fatty who had already returned to the Enlightenment Hall, his interest was piqued as he excitedly spoke to Sun Wukong.

"Don't thank me so early. I feel like you're going to do what you promised just now!" Sun Wukong said indifferently to the fatty with a disdainful look on his face.

"Don't be in such a hurry yet. Take your time, take your time." When the fatty heard this, he appeared to be in quite a leisurely mood. He found a seat in the comprehension hall and sat down. He even brewed a pot of tea and drank it.

"Take it slow? "Hmm?" When Sun Wukong heard this, he looked at the fatty with a disdainful look and spoke plainly.

"Yeah, take it slow. There's still so much time, isn't there?" The fat man seemed to not know what had happened as he said indifferently.

"Oh, then I'll go and talk to the Sect Leader Martial Uncle. There's a fat guy here who was pretending to be dead, but now he's drinking tea in a leisurely manner." Hearing this, Sun Wukong acted very casually as he walked towards the gate that was just closed.

"Don't, don't ah, my good disciple, you told the head senior brother what he said, I'm really going to be captured and become a free labourer." "No way." Seeing this, the fatty instantly reacted. The meaning behind Sun Wukong's words immediately shouted out loud.

"Why not? You just promised me and now you're going back on your word? I have to tell the Sect Leader and Martial Uncle that you forced me to say this." Sun Wukong replied with a disdainful look on his face.

"How could I go back on my word? I just want to rest for a while. I'll be there shortly." "Right away." Hearing this, the fat guy looked as if he couldn't do anything to Sun Wukong as he pleaded.

Very soon, Sun Wukong quietly waited for the fatty to finish his tea. However, when he saw where the fatty was drinking it from, he immediately shouted angrily, "You said that he had already rested. Why aren't you quickly refining my magic treasure!"

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