Though we knew this person approaching us meant trouble, and logically we shouldn't have paid him any mind, I still spoke up, "Stop spouting nonsense; Master is utterly annihilated."

The Minotaur suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Master? Who are you calling Master? Don't tell me that half-dead monkey, who only tortures himself, took the three of you on as disciples."

"How dare you speak! Are you looking to die? Look at what you are, how dare you call him a monkey!" Da Xiong instantly exploded with rage and lunged forward to strike the Minotaur.

However, the Minotaur struck first. His eyes turned crimson, like two blazing red lanterns, and a black miasma emanated from his entire body, which seemed to double in size.

I saw his psychic power surge by more than tenfold in an instant. I had no idea what technique he was using, but normally, we would have been terrified by this display, feeling disaster looming overhead.

Yet, having inherited the true teachings of Wukong, we felt no such fear this time.

The Minotaur strode toward us menacingly, declaring, "That monkey used his psychic energy to anchor a thread of life. The oil lamp placed next to him is called the Soul-Bewitching Lamp. As long as you see its light or smell its scent, you will enter the monkey's dreamscape. So, no matter what you dreamed, it was all merely fleeting smoke. But for you lot to actually emerge and think yourselves the monkey's disciples—that is truly laughable."

Before we could speak, he continued, "That monkey was erratic and never did anything sensible. My master found a way to confine him here to guard this level of the pavilion. To put it plainly, he was merely feeding a dog. If the dog runs off, it’s no great loss, but my master kept him for so long, he deserves an explanation for where he went! If you don't tell me, I'll just pound the three of you into meat paste and lock your psychic energies in the Soul-Burning Tower to interrogate you properly."

With that, he pulled out a dark, squat tower from God knows where. The tower stood over a meter tall in his palm, and each level had a tiny glowing aperture through which we could see countless minute faces swirling and twisting inside, their expressions agonizingly pained.

We hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary Minotaur to actually carry a magical artifact, and a flicker of apprehension crossed our minds.

"Well? Scared now? If you're scared, tell the truth, and I won't make things difficult for you," the Minotaur said with a slight smirk.

Though we were wary, recalling his earlier insults toward Wukong filled us with grinding hatred.

Da Xiong was the first to lose patience and chanted the incantation for the Invisibility Spell.

Then, Da Xiong vanished before our eyes.

The Minotaur frowned slightly, looking somewhat bewildered, and muttered, "This... this is impossible, isn't it?"

Before he could react, we saw a flash of fire directly in front of his face, and a fist completely engulfed in flames slammed violently towards his features.

The Minotaur tried to sidestep, but it was too late.

We heard a loud thud, and where the fist connected with the Minotaur's forehead, a dazzling burst of crimson flame erupted, sending the massive Minotaur body flying backward.

I thought to myself, Da Xiong truly unleashed his full power here, holding nothing back; the true essence of the Great Sage was in this single punch.

After sparks scattered everywhere, we saw the Minotaur soar high, crashing into the wall behind him, punching a large hole through the wooden structure.

The iron tower in his hand clattered to the side.

At this point, Da Xiong reappeared, his fist still wreathed in flames, frozen in the posture of his strike.

I figured the Minotaur was gravely injured now. Da Xiong usually possessed monstrous strength; he could send truck-sized monsters flying with one punch. Now, he had used all his might, amplified by the explosive force of his psychic power, all while striking by surprise from invisibility at full exertion—most likely, even a Da Luo Jinxian would have been instantly annihilated.

Watching Da Xiong crack his knuckles with a crunch, I knew he was just showing off. I patted him and said, "That's enough; go check on that Minotaur beast."

Da Xiong didn't speak, mimicking Bruce Lee wiping his nose with his thumb, and said, "Check!"

I kicked him from behind, saying, "Among the three of us, I'm the leader, Nie Chuan handles military matters, and you're just the errand boy. Who are you telling to go check?"

Da Xiong shot me a dirty look and retorted, "Who are you calling the errand boy? I am Superman Xiong! Call me SUPER Xiong."

Although he grumbled, he still walked step by step toward the hole.

As he got closer to the breach, we all saw a wisp of black energy suddenly surge out from the gap.

Da Xiong froze, as did we, and then we heard a loud bang. A wild bull, even taller than Da Xiong, charged out from behind the wooden panel, its eyes blazing red, scattering splinters everywhere.

Da Xiong cursed, "Damn it!" Before he could evade, he was slammed backward by the charging bull.

Da Xiong flew back three or four meters, tumbled a few times on the ground, and rolled right to our feet, where I stopped him.

Seeing he was mostly unharmed, just covered in dust and grime, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought, this guy isn't just strong as an ox, his hide is as thick as a truck's. A normal person struck like that would have had shattered bones.

As I helped Da Xiong up, the wild bull charged toward us again. This time, its body grew larger as it ran, and the surrounding black miasma thickened.

I clearly saw a fist-sized indentation on its forehead, realizing this bull was the Minotaur monster from before. My punch must have caved in its skull.

The bull's front legs were bent backward in an arc, but for some reason, the tips of its horns were blunted; otherwise, Da Xiong would have been skewered like a kebab, pierced right through with two transparent holes.

Seeing the bull charging toward us with unstoppable momentum, I hastily activated the Wind Spell.

This Wind Spell could not only generate a hurricane in a short period but also sustain a powerful, steady gale.

The force of the wind from my palm struck the bull, immediately slowing its speed. Moreover, the black smoke rising from the Minotaur’s body was blown backward, gradually dissipating.

That black energy represented the opponent's psychic strength. I was somewhat surprised to find that the Wind Spell taught by Wukong also had the effect of rapidly weakening negative states.

The wild bull, clearly astonished by my power, struggled forward a few steps before finally deciding to give up, turning tail to flee.

Blown by my wind, it ran with unnatural speed, nearly escaping into the distance.

Under normal circumstances, I might have let an enemy go if they begged for mercy, but he had just insulted Wukong so vehemently; I couldn't swallow that insult. So, I halted the Wind Spell and used my psychic energy to anchor one of its hind legs.

The bull's hind leg suddenly lost balance, causing it to slip, tumbling and crawling as it fell.

The three of us seized the opportunity and surrounded it.

By the time the wild bull regained its footing, the three of us had it completely encircled. I faced it with my palm open, ready to unleash the Wind Spell. Da Xiong’s fist was already wreathed in flames again, while Nie Chuan held a cigarette in his mouth, aiming his pistol at the creature.

Faced with this situation, the wild bull clearly hadn't given up and lunged toward Nie Chuan, the weakest among us.

Da Xiong reacted faster than I did, landing a punch on its temple, knocking it rolling onto its side.

The bull tumbled a few times, attempting to scramble up and escape again, but Nie Chuan had already opened fire.

Although bullets didn't inflict high damage on monsters, with his precise calculations, he managed to strike the joints, instantly numbing both of the creature's hind legs and rendering it immobile.

Next, I walked over and blew on its body with the Wind Spell.

It struggled but couldn't rise. We watched as the psychic energy inside it gradually vanished, until its entire body was so weak it seemed on the verge of being drained dry.

At this moment, the wild bull transformed back into its human shape. We saw that this creature wasn't a monster with a bull's head and body at all, but a young boy, no older than ten, clad in long robes. His earlier form must have been the result of some kind of spell.

The boy looked at us with a deathly pale face and pleaded, "Great sirs, please spare me! I was only following my master’s orders and meant no harm to you."

Seeing his youthful face marred by a few streaks of white hair, I surmised he was actually quite old. I asked, "What dark magic did you use just now, and who is your master?"

The boy hesitated before replying, "My master is Feng Li Daxian, the chief of the Penglai Immortals, and one of the Four Creator Gods."

"Penglai? What Penglai is there in this world? And what are the Four Creator Gods?" I inquired.

The boy said, "My lord, you may not know. The so-called Penglai Immortal Isle refers to the islands of the Eastern Ocean. Long ago, someone saw an immortal island floating on the sea; what they actually saw was the phantom image of the Eastern Ocean islands. Later, people searched the sea for it, but it had vanished, so they revered it as an immortal isle."

"My master was born with extraordinary gifts. By age five, he could move objects barehanded, and by ten, he could ride the clouds. He proclaimed himself an immortal and came to Penglai Immortal Isle seeking a tranquil place to cultivate, where he forged the Ghost Tower to avoid worldly affairs. This was during the late Qin Dynasty, before the existence of the Wō people. As for the Four Creator Gods, I dare not reveal their names; you must ask my master yourself." He then looked at us with pleading eyes.

The three of us exchanged glances, and finally, I spoke, "Your master became an immortal before the Great Sage Sun, no wonder he's so arrogant."

The boy pursed his lips and started, "That Sun Monkey was originally..."

He stopped mid-sentence, just letting out a dry chuckle.

I sighed and said, "We never intended to harm you. If you hadn't spoken so disrespectfully, we wouldn't have beaten you like this. Now, we have only one thing to ask of you: lead us to your master. We have matters of great importance to discuss with him."