Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge
Chapter 1087 - 635

And after half an hour traveling, they were moving unbelievably slow, practically on a leisurely outing.

At this rate, who the hell knows when they'd reach the Western Heaven Great Leiyin Temple and complete this Westward Journey calamity?!

Initially, Sun Wukong tried his best to persuade Chen Sanzang to speed up, at least extend the travel time a bit.

But this guy just wouldn't listen and insisted that three meals a day must be guaranteed in quality and scale. Cultivation, of course, shouldn't mean neglecting oneself. What nonsense is all this about Immortals being emotionless! Isn't immortality for better enjoyment?

So, after trying three times, the Monkey just gave up too.

"Have it your way, Old Sun won't care anymore. If those baldies in the west have the guts, let them deal with it themselves!"

For Sun Wukong, he was content with just running small errands each day, preparing three meals, and the rest of his time was very free.

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

The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger they rode very uncomfortable, hesitating to move forward.

Fortunately, Chen Sanzang emitted some Buddha Power to soothe it, and the little tiger returned to normal somewhat.

There was no choice, as the innate dignity pressure of a purebred dragon was quite overwhelming for the bloodlines of ordinary demons.

"Old Chen, fancy some dragon meat?"

Feeling such a strong dragon aura, even outside Yingchou River, Sun Wukong was aware.

After spending so many days together, the monkey had figured out what kind of person Chen Sanzang was, so instead of taming a dragon, his first thought was to explore how to fully bring out the flavor of dragon meat in cooking.

You should know, back in the day when Sun Wukong hung around the Heavenly Palace, he had tasted numerous dishes like Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow.

He often visited Lord of Stove for free meals.

As the saying goes, "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on earth," now having stumbled upon a pureblood dragon, how could he not satisfy his appetite?

"Little Kongkong, don't mess around. The Dragon Clan is tied to those big shots backing me; stealing a glance at the old Xi has informed me of some inside scoops."

Rolling his eyes, Chen Sanzang pointed out.

Now that the Ancestral Dragon has sided with the big shots behind Old Xi, won't the Ancestral Dragon's pure dragon sons and grandsons follow their orders?

Clearly, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, Little White Dragon Ao Lie, had been sent as a high-class thug.

In the original story, Ao Lie had a pitiful fate. Not only was he cuckolded, he was also ratted out by his own father and sent to the Dragon Stripping Platform, only to be rescued by the Goddess of Mercy and placed in Yingchou River, waiting for Tang Sanzang, the Jingren.

This fellow then indulged himself by eating Tang Sanzang's white horse, getting his dragon horns sawed off, dragon scales stripped, and turned into The White Dragon Horse to be ridden by a man.

What a miserable fate!

Though this era's Little White Dragon isn't as miserable as in the original, he still couldn't dodge the cuckold, this time due to a Nine-Headed Snake.

Nevertheless, instead of being reported to the court by his father, some compensation was made, leveraging some benefits in exchange, making Ao Lie a part of the Westward Journey disaster.

Whether he would still become the Jingren's White Horse or become a disciple depends on his own fortune.

"A Golden Immortal Peak Dragon, but with unstable aura and internal injuries, may be a bit lackluster for a thug."

Sun Wukong curled his lips, somewhat unimpressed.

"Should we eat him then, and let Little Kongkong continue daily errands?"

Chen Sanzang retorted softly.

"No need for that. Although he's a bit weak for a thug, he's just right for running errands and serving people."

Sun Wukong immediately changed his earlier decision.

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

"Oh quit whining! Let's first capture this little dragon and watch him a while. If there are no issues, give him some proper training; if not, he can be our backup food reserve, in case we get a lazy streak and roast him for a meal."

Chen Sanzang smacked his lips. Honestly, he hadn't tasted pure dragon meat yet, and he wondered how delicious it could be.

"Little Kongkong, how about we make dragon meat hotpot today? You can fetch some ingredients from the Four Seas; your legs are fast after all."

"...Having dragon meat hotpot in front of a purebred dragon, Old Chen, your heart must be as black as ink!"

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

After being confined for so long, and now out for quite some time, Chen Sanzang had just piqued his taste buds, and he fancied catching a dragon to curb his craving.

"Amitabha, won't the Dragon Donor show up after eavesdropping for so long?"

Chen Sanzang was unfazed by Sun Wukong's departure. Instead, he dismounted the little tiger, found a big stone in the shade, pulled out a deck chair, lay down on it, and casually took out a set of kitchen utensils and seasonings.

Meanwhile, Little White Dragon Ao Lie who was hiding in the pond in Yingchou River, now had a twisted expression on his dragon face and eyes full of grievance.

He hadn't seen Chen Sanzang's countenance, but he could feel the immense power of Buddha Essence from him.

Clearly, this monk was no easy target.

As for the flying-off monkey, of course, Ao Lie recognized him as Sun Wukong, who had been trapped under the Five Elements Mountain.

The reputation of Great Sage Equalling Heaven Sun Wukong was still quite prominent for Ao Lie, and moreover, his father had specially instructed him when he was sent to Yingchou River.