King Yellow Wind was astonished. As expected of the Handsome Monkey King, he couldn't discern all his information—like peering into a fog-shrouded fate.
Perhaps it wasn't unique to the Monkey King. Beings with origins, strength, or destiny vastly superior to his own might also show up as a series of question marks.
Even so, the dazzling multicolored trait was enough to blind his mouse eyes.
Multicolored!
The highest-grade trait!
This was the first time King Yellow Wind had encountered such a trait, surpassing even his Heaven's Mandate by a full tier. Additionally, the Monkey King possessed a golden trait as well—a true testament to his innate divinity and exceptional talent.
The Monkey King, too, scrutinized King Yellow Wind, his golden eyes flickering. With a grin, he teased, "Oh, so it's just a mouse spirit."
King Yellow Wind wasn't surprised to have his true form revealed. When the Monkey King was born, the golden light in his eyes shot straight to the Celestial Palace, startling the Jade Emperor and the Immortals—a sign of his extraordinary nature.
His Golden Eyes were an innate ability, capable of seeing through illusions. The famed Fiery Eyes, however, were a postnatal refinement in Laozi's furnace.
King Yellow Wind chuckled. "I'm a mouse spirit, and you're just a monkey demon, aren't you?"
The Monkey King burst into laughter, bowing slightly with surprising politeness. "I must thank you, brother, for slaying that tiger demon!"
Having left Flower Fruit Mountain, the Monkey King had traversed South Zhanbu Zhou, scaling the Great Wall, exploring small counties, and learning human customs and speech.
With his innate enlightenment and years of human exposure, he had become a quick learner, mastering what he saw with ease. Now, his demeanor was almost indistinguishable from that of a human.
With a glint of curiosity in his eyes, the Monkey King asked, "But how did you hear of me, and why seek me out?"
King Yellow Wind replied, "I was in town a few days ago when I heard of a Handsome Monkey King seeking immortals and the Way. Naturally, I was curious."
The Monkey King brightened. "Ah, that's me! That's me! Do you know where I might find an immortal or the Way? Can you guide me?"
King Yellow Wind grinned. "To be honest, I'm also searching for immortals. When I heard about you, I thought to come and meet you."
"Is that so?"
The Monkey King beamed with joy. "A fellow seeker! I've been rude—apologies! What do I call you, brother?"
King Yellow Wind introduced himself. "I am King Yellow Wind."
"Ah, what a fine name! You're a king, and I'm a king—we're both kings!" the Monkey King exclaimed. "I am the Handsome Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain, and you?"
"King Yellow Wind of Yellow Wind Ridge!"
Delighted, the Monkey King clapped his hands. "Wonderful, Brother Yellow Wind! We're kindred spirits. Let us journey together to seek immortals!"
King Yellow Wind smiled. "I had the same thought. I know of an old immortal worth visiting to learn the secret of immortality."
The Monkey King grew even more excited. "You seek immortality too? Who is this immortal? Take me with you—let's go together!"
Pulling out his bag, King Yellow Wind revealed a map pieced together from wooden blocks. "See here. A few hundred miles from here lies a place called Square Inch Mountain."
The Monkey King leaned in, nodding eagerly. "Let's go, let's go!"
King Yellow Wind chuckled. "No rush. Look, the sun is setting, and the night will soon fall. The mountains teem with demons after dark. Let's rest for the night and set out at dawn. As we're fated brothers, let me treat you to some wine."
He took out a wineskin filled with barley wine he had purchased in town. Pulling out the stopper, the rich aroma of the wine wafted through the air.
The impatient Monkey King, parched after their journey, couldn't resist. Having tasted wine during his time among humans, he grinned and said, "Alright, alright. We'll wait here. I'll find some wild fruits to go with the wine."
King Yellow Wind pointed at the tiger's corpse. "Why bother? Isn't that the perfect dish to pair with wine?"
The Monkey King waved his hand dismissively. "Brother, you don't understand. I dislike raw flesh, and out here in the wild, there's no fire."
King Yellow Wind laughed. "I've got that covered. You fetch the meat; I'll start the fire."
Using tiger fat for oil, a flat stone for grilling, and an assortment of spices—salt, wild ginger, soy sauce—King Yellow Wind prepared a proper feast.
The Monkey King returned, carrying the tiger, which was even larger than an elephant, only to gape at the scene.
"You bring all this on a journey to find immortals?"
King Yellow Wind smiled. "One should eat simply on the road, but with friends, it's worth the effort to eat well."
Under the starlit sky, the two sat by the fire, drinking wine, eating tiger meat, and chatting about their respective journeys.
King Yellow Wind praised the Monkey King, predicting that he would surely learn divine skills and attain immortality. His sincere words, rooted in truth, pleased the Monkey King immensely—especially since his golden eyes and innate intuition confirmed the mouse's honesty.
As the wine took hold, King Yellow Wind proposed a sparring match.
The Monkey King, tipsy and intrigued, agreed.
To prevent any hard feelings, King Yellow Wind suggested they draw a circle on the ground and declare the loser to be whoever stepped outside it first.
The Monkey King, swaying slightly, nodded enthusiastically.
King Yellow Wind sighed inwardly, a grin forming on his lips.
"Finally, he's fallen for it. My apologies, Monkey Brother—your traits are just too tempting!"
Under the sparse moonlight, a large clearing awaited.
King Yellow Wind drew a circle 18 feet in diameter. The Monkey King wobbled into the ring, his drunken eyes unfocused.
"Brother Yellow Wind… hic… why are there three of you?" the Monkey King giggled, hiccupping.
As the Monkey King stumbled, King Yellow Wind gently reminded him, "Brother Monkey, remember—the first to step outside the circle loses."
"Got it… hic…"
King Yellow Wind steadied himself. His plan was clear: to defeat the Monkey King and seize a trait from him.
Direct combat wasn't an option. Even without formal training, the Monkey King was a natural-born divine being, blessed by the heavens and earth, forged by the sun and moon, with unyielding strength and a body of bronze and iron.
Outwitting him was the only path to victory.
"Mist Manipulation!"
Summoning the fog with all his might, King Yellow Wind bet everything on this single gambit.
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