Chapter 17: The Little Monsters

The invitation from the ancestor, Sun Wukong pondered for a long time and eventually sent Ao Luan to go there when he could.

He set his sights on the Three Realms and had no interest in the human world, especially since the ancestor had ulterior motives, going to Chang'an himself might instead invite trouble.

Sun Wukong's Tao has been realized, intuition should not be underestimated, the Han Dynasty only had a lifespan of two hundred years, and with this refusal, he was not dragged into it.

And Huaguo Mountain also followed the right path, everything was orderly transforming.

However, with gradually meticulous management, more and more demons became dissatisfied, feeling that their freedom was stripped away, and subsequently, some demons left one after another.

This time, Sun Wukong did not try to retain them.

Some Demon Kings felt uneasy, the demons who left Huaguo Mountain were powerful Great Demons, their departure weakened Huaguo Mountain's combat strength.

"Great King."

The Demon Kings couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you worried about the safety of Huaguo Mountain at all?"

"Not worried."

Sun Wukong nodded: "Having me is enough."

These past few years Sun Wukong focused his mind on nurturing the Palm Leaf Fan, not neglecting his cultivation, even if surrounded by Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, a Palm Leaf Fan was far more useful than those so-called 'Great Demons'.

The Demon Kings did not expect Sun Wukong to respond so bluntly, for a moment they were at a loss for words.

Sun Wukong didn't mind, once he finished his work, he flew out of Shuilian Cave.

When not working, Sun Wukong frequently mingled with the little demons.

At noon, woods cleared from clouds, the waterfall like a Milky Way fell from between the clouds, little demons were scattered around the pond, each frolicking.

Seeing Sun Wukong descend from the sky, the little demons immediately ceased their frolicking.

"Great King, Great King, tell us some stories!"

"Yeah, tell us a story!"

The little demons ran surrounding Sun Wukong, not showing any fear at all.

Sun Wukong picked a peach from a tree: "What do you want to hear?"

"Investiture of the Gods!"

"No, I want to hear 'The Unspoken Tales'!"

The little demons began to argue.

When they reached a consensus, Sun Wukong began to tell stories.

Initially, only the little demons by the pond gathered around Sun Wukong, but soon, other little demons upon hearing the news, ran over.

Before long, the woods were filled with demons, even by the pond, some spiritually awakened shrimps and carps popped out their heads, listening attentively to Sun Wukong telling stories.

Seeing this scene upon returning from the Southern Continent, Zhang Liang felt deeply moved: "Great Demons want to leave Huaguo Mountain, yet these little demons are utterly devoted to the Great King."

"That's natural."

Ao Luan nodded, those mountain-full of little demons were not fools, they clearly knew who was good to them and who was not.

These little demons had always been ordered around by the Demon Kings, serving the powerful demons laboriously and grievously, and it wouldn't be strange if they ended up being cooked and eaten.

Only Sun Wukong, the irregularity of the Demon World, would teach them, provide them with safety, and keep them from being frightened.

"The reason brother made those five islands." Ao Luan paused, then continued: "Was to give Huaguo Mountain's little demons a vast living environment, undisturbed by outsiders."

Zhang Liang then realized: "No wonder the Great King doesn't want to develop Huaguo Mountain."

He looked towards the mountains, his admiration deepening.

After Sun Wukong finished the story, he suddenly saw a few girls, elegant as flowers, standing among the little demons: "When did you transform?"

"A few days ago."

The Rabbit Demons joyfully came over.

"Great King, do you think we look beautiful in our transformed state?"

They asked, spinning in circles.

The few Rabbit Demons transformed into teenage human girls, but retained the long ears and tails of rabbits.

Sun Wukong tugged at a Rabbit Demon's ear: "Were your ears originally this big?"

"Of course!"

The Rabbit Demon pouted.

Over the years, many outsiders have come to Huaguo Mountain, and with increased interactions, more demons wished to transform.

Sun Wukong often taught the small demons the widely-used method of transformation, and over the years, more and more small demons from Huaguo Mountain successfully transformed.

In the past, demons believed humans had the most beautiful and standard transformation state, and regardless of the type of demon, they primarily transformed into human forms.

There were also some demons who disliked humans and were fiercely independent; they retained most of their beastly appearances, transforming only into upright walking forms.

After returning to Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong, to alleviate human fears, suggested that the small demons abandon their beastly features and all transform into human forms.

However, he let the small demons retain wings, tails, ears, horns, hooves, or other distinguishing features.

When this suggestion was first made, the small demons of Huaguo Mountain were reluctant to accept it, but gradually, they came to like their new transformation state.

The new forms were not only beautiful but also allowed them to communicate with humans while still retaining the unique characteristics of the Demon Clan.

"You've transformed very well."

Sun Wukong praised the recently transformed Rabbit Demons and casually gave them a strand of Immortal Energy to stabilize their new forms.

"Thank you, Great King!"

The Rabbit Demons happily hugged Sun Wukong.

"I also want to transform soon."

Other small demons, envious, saw the Rabbit Demons receiving the Great King's favor.

"The Great King is so capable."

Some curious small demons asked: "Why not transform into a human?"

"The Great King doesn't want to transform!"

Several female demons couldn't help but say.

"No demon has hair as beautiful as the Great King's."

Sun Wukong's shiny, golden fur was seen by many demons as a symbol of nobility, brilliance, and unparalleled beauty.

Gold is a warm color that often gives people a sense of happiness and has the charm to illuminate the mortal realm and shine brightly.

"The Great King is already beautiful, like the sun."

"Exactly, the Great King needs no transformation!"

"The Great King should always remain this way!"

The small demons gathered around Sun Wukong, praising him.

"I really envy the Great King..."

Zhang Liang watched the scene of the Monkey King surrounded by small demons in the forest; under the sunlight, this scene looked like a freshly washed, elegantly charming painting.

"Having such harmony with the small demons is unimaginable in the human world."

Zhang Liang shook his head; demons were seen as evil by the common folk, but upon arriving at Huaguo Mountain, he realized that demons were purer than humans.

"These small demons will definitely become famous throughout the world."

Zhang Liang then laughed: "Their transformations mainly into human forms while highlighting the unique features of demons are considered extremely beautiful by us humans."

"This three-birds-with-one-stone method, I wonder where the Great King got the idea; it's not something ordinary people would think of."

"Is that so?"

Ao Luan touched the dragon horns on her head, she had transformed into a human form but kept her dragon horns.

This method of transformation had existed before but was used by very few demons.

Though it was a slim possibility, Ao Luan couldn't help but think if her brother started promoting this because he saw her transformed form, does it mean her brother liked her form?

Thinking of this, Ao Luan's cheeks grew hot.