Journey to the West: The Strongest Worker System

It turns out that the last saint is the Taoist of the Styx. If it weren't for Zhu Ba's guidance, he wouldn't have become a saint.

"Excuse me, Saint of the Styx, the saintly aura on you doesn't seem to be stable. Is there something wrong?"

Looking at the aura on the other person's body, Zhu Ba couldn't help asking. Anyway, the two sides have a good relationship, so it's not abrupt.

Logically speaking, it has been tens of millions of years since the past. No matter how poor the qualifications of the Taoist of the Styx are, he should have broken through long ago, and he shouldn't be like now, as if he has just broken through, with a weak and unstable aura.

He patted the other person's shoulder and injected a trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao into the other person's body to help the other person stabilize the aura in his body, which immediately made the Saint of the Styx's eyes light up.

However, Zhu Ba's move immediately shocked almost everyone present. After all, he was the first person who dared to take the initiative to put his arm around the saint's shoulder. Isn't he afraid that the other party would cause trouble for him?

Even though the two of them seemed to have some old grudges, the prestige of this saint could not be insulted, how could Zhu Ba dare to do this?

Besides, he, Marshal Tianpeng, had only been born for a short time, how could he have any relationship with the Saint of the Styx in the prehistoric era?

But the Taoist of the Styx was not angry, but was delighted. He put his hands together and bowed respectfully to Tianpeng, as if to thank him.

After some understanding, Zhu Ba realized that since he left that year, the Taoist of the Styx had been protecting the human race as agreed at the beginning.

However, after many years of development, the human race still had some desires and evils, which disappointed the Taoist of the Styx, so he chose to leave the human race and practice in seclusion.

I don’t know what happened, his road to becoming a saint was somewhat bumpy, and tens of thousands of years ago, his cultivation was almost abolished.

But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he was reborn from the brink of death, rebuilt his foundation, stabilized his cultivation, and only then did he break through to become a saint not long ago.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Brother Tianpeng for his guidance back then, otherwise I would have died under the punishment of heaven long ago."

Even though he has become a saint, Minghe still calls Zhu Bawei Brother, even though he is very curious about why Zhu Ba has not yet broken through to become a saint.

After all, even he has become a saint, and the talent shown by the other party back then is far superior to his, but now he, Minghe Taoist, has become a saint, but Zhu Ba has not.

And he has also heard a lot of information, such as this Marshal Tianpeng, who was born when the demons invaded, and his cultivation was not even a quasi-saint at that time.

Later, he was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Saint, and later became the protagonist of the Journey to the West, and his cultivation was not even a quasi-saint at that time.

When the Taoist of Minghe heard this, he quickly rejected the possibility that the other party was the Taoist friend Tianpeng of the past. However, it was not until they met today that they found that these two people who were very different seemed to be the same person.

"Brother Tianpeng, how could you be like this back then?"

Hearing the Taoist of Minghe's question, Zhu Ba shook his head and said with a smile: "Haha, Taoist friend Minghe, the secret of heaven cannot be leaked."

While talking, they had already come to their respective seats. The ranking of the seats at this banquet was quite interesting. The saints were at the top.

The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother were slightly lower, so that they would not lose their status as organizers, nor would they insult the prestige of the saints.

The next lower level was the quasi-saint seats. Although they were not clearly divided, they were still divided according to a certain generation.

The seats at the front were the quasi-saints of the older generation, such as Master Xuandu and Zhenyuanzi, the ancestor of earthly immortals.

The seats behind are for the younger generation of quasi-saints, and the first one is Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Ba, and the monkey is also among them according to their strength.

The meaning is very obvious, and the existence of Zhu Ba, the first seat of the younger generation, has also attracted the attention of many people, such as the demon clan and the hidden existence.

Even if you, Marshal Tianpeng, are the disciple of the Supreme Saint, even if you know those saints, but you have just broken through to become a quasi-saint for less than a year, so how can you be qualified to sit there, they are not convinced.

Zhu Ba glanced at the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, and then looked at his seat, smiled slightly, saw through everything, but sat down carelessly, completely ignoring the hatred of those self-righteous guys.

After the saint took his place, all the invited people were also in place. After all, who dared to arrive later than the saint?

And the arrival of the saint also meant that the Peach Banquet was about to begin, opening the curtain of this conference.

"The Three Realms Peach Banquet has officially begun. Please bring the peaches and dishes to the table. Let's eat and drink well first. We can talk about the rest later."

The Queen Mother spoke first.After all, she was the organizer of the Peach Festival, and she was the one who provided the peaches.

"Haha, the spiritual energy has been revived in the past few years, and the peaches in the Heavenly Palace have also produced a lot of fruits. Today, there are a lot of peaches, please eat and drink enough."

The Jade Emperor continued, but the spiritual energy revived by chance made the people present silent for a while.

It seems that the spiritual energy revived is beneficial to everyone. After all, the spiritual energy is abundant, and everyone's cultivation will be improved a lot faster. But according to past experience, every time the spiritual energy is revived, it will lead to the appearance of the quantitative disaster.

And this quantitative disaster is probably a bit scary. After all, what everyone knows is that the coalition forces of the demon clan and the ancient soul clan invaded the three realms.

But those who are in a higher position may know more than that. Even Zhu Ba vaguely guessed something, such as the identity of the Pangu clan back then.

He shook his head gently and didn't think much about it. At least he was thinking about repelling the coalition forces of the demon clan and the ancient soul clan.

Not long ago, Zhu Ba had secretly called on the hidden chess pieces of the demon clan and got a lot of inside information from them. The demon clan and the ancient soul clan have united and have begun to attack the barriers of the three realms. I am afraid that there will be a lot of people coming in the next coalition.

And by then, the strength and cultivation of the people coming will be high. Needless to say, those with the cultivation of saints will not dare to come out rashly, otherwise the Heavenly Dao will kill them even if they fight to the last bit of their meaning.

However, those with cultivation below the saint can appear, and there are many quasi-saints from the demon clan and the ancient soul clan.

On the surface, there are more than a hundred people in the alliance, and in addition, there are hundreds of people hiding. But now in the hall, there are only a hundred quasi-saints.

Maybe the three realms will still hide something, but since they can't be invited to the Peach Festival, they may not come even later!

One after another, huge peaches were served. They were nine thousand years old, six thousand years old, and three thousand years old. Each one looked plump and red, and seemed to taste very good.

The people present also looked at the peaches, like hungry wolves. After all, this thing was rare and they had all heard of it.

On the contrary, Zhu Ba, Monkey King, and Tang Sanzang seemed a little bitter. They had eaten a lot of this thing on the journey to the West, and sometimes even ate it directly as fruit.

Now they were not as jealous as others before, but rather a little disgusted, and they didn't know how other delicious dishes were.

When the nectar and delicious dishes came up later, the faces of the three of them remained unchanged, because they had eaten a lot of these things before.

"Alas, the usual simple meals seem more delicious, and even the wine is much lighter!"

After muttering to himself, Zhu Ba's eyes turned, and he had a few more wine glasses in his hand. He first gave them to the Three Pure Ones, then to Hou Tu, Nuwa Niangniang, and then to Monkey King and Tang Sanzang.

This is called "Tianxianzui", which is the diluted wine made from the 9981 innate spiritual fruits. After all, that thing can make a quasi-saint drunk.

If it is not diluted, it will not be good to get drunk at this banquet.

The few people who got the wine were stunned at first, and then after opening the lid of the wine pot, they smelled the wine and their eyes lit up immediately. They couldn't help but drink it happily.

The taste of this wine is just too good. It is much better than the taste of the nectar in their hands that they have been drinking for who knows how many years.

How many years have passed, how many years have passed, since the end of the primitive times, I haven't been able to drink such delicious wine. He is worthy of being Zhu Ba, this guy really has a wealthy family!