"Black Monkey, aren''t analysis and data your favorite hobbies? What do you make of this? Why do I feel like Master Guyue is drilling piles into the ground?"

    The bespectacled Black Monkey adjusted his glasses in a cultured manner and said, "Ever heard of car-shaking?"

    The others tilted their heads with puzzled expressions.

    Black Monkey explained, "I guess this is what they call a Mountain Shake!"

    The group suddenly saw the light: "Oh..."

    ...

    Inside the cave, Tang Sanzang was like a madman, flinging Master Guyue around and smashing her against the cave walls all night long.

    As the effects of the alcohol faded, Tang Sanzang''s movements gradually stopped. Then, swaying with each step, he fell with a thud onto Master Guyue''s bed, drooling in his sleep.

    Meanwhile, Master Guyue was sprawled and disheveled, her body covered in black and blue bruises, her face almost unrecognizable, and when she opened her mouth, not a single good tooth remained...

    Looking at herself in the mirror, Master Guyue let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Damn that baldy... Tang Sanzang!"

    "Who are you yelling at?!"

    A familiar voice, devilish in tone, rang out.

    Master Guyue jumped in fright and turned around, only to see Tang Sanzang sitting up again. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he asked her, "You... what''s wrong with you? Who beat you up like this? They didn''t hold back at all, did they?"

    Upon hearing this, Master Guyue couldn''t help but let tears stream down her face.

    She wanted to say, it was you who hit me.

    But she didn''t dare...

    Grief, sadness, frustration, regret...

    Master Guyue''s heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

    Tang Sanzang said, "Hey, look at you, such a sorry state. You better heal up. Even if I can put up with this sight, I''m worried it might affect my kid''s good looks."

    Master Guyue''s heart was filled with agony, cursing inwardly, "This son of a turtle even dares to complain!"

    Just then, the Black Monkey poked his head in.

    Already seething inside, Master Guyue took out her anger on the monkey as the nearest target, yelling at him, "What are you looking at? Scram!"

    The monkey hurriedly retracted his head...

    Boom boom boom!

    The ground shook and the mountains trembled...

    Outside, Glasses Monkey shook his head and said, "Youth is so good, so full of energy. They just rested for a few minutes, and here they go again."

    ...

    Three hours later, the effects of the wine had worn off for Tang Sanzang, and he went back to sleep.

    Master Guyue staggered in front of the mirror, looking at her own unsightly reflection, tears streaming down...

    Then she saw an even more terrifying scene—the baldie sat up again.

    At that moment, Master Guyue''s tears couldn''t stop falling as she lamented in her heart, "He sobers up this fast? Is he using feigned drunken madness as a hangover cure? Who can deal with this!"

    "Oy, how did you get beaten up like this? Who did it? That''s too cruel, isn''t it?" Tang Sanzang came over, exclaiming in shock.

    Master Guyue looked at the baldie in front of her and couldn''t take it anymore, roaring, "You still have the face to ask, you''re the one who hit me!"

    Tang Sanzang, tilting his head, said, "You can''t spout nonsense like that, impossible!"

    "How is it impossible?"

    "Even if I were to hit, I definitely wouldn''t hit the face, ending up like this, how can I play around? Wouldn''t that just cause trouble for myself?" the baldie shouted righteously.

    Master Guyue, looking at his face full of integrity, was at a loss for words, but then she thought, ''A monk like him speaks so righteously about not hitting women, where''s his shame?!''

    Just then, Master Guyue had a stroke of inspiration, pointing to the ground and saying, "Still not admitting it, that''s where you just used your Divine Skills to make the ground turn to steel, you must admit it now, right?"

    Tang Sanzang paused, looked at the patch of steel ground, and then laughed.

    Master Guyue, infuriated, demanded, "What are you laughing at?"

    Tang Sanzang replied, "I almost believed your nonsense there for a second, but looking at this, I''m even more convinced you''re just trying to frame me! You must not know that this poor monk doesn''t possess Divine Skills, let alone the method to turn the ground to steel, right?"

    Master Guyue was stupefied? Not know Divine Skills?

    Not know Divine Skills, how smoothly did this damn kid use them just now?

    This damn baldie, does he not even think before he lies?

    What she didn''t know was that Tang Sanzang indeed did not possess Divine Skills, at least he couldn''t remember how to use them right now or comprehend them, so naturally, he was righteously indignant. Read chapters at empire

    At that moment, Master Guyue saw the baldie sitting back down by the bed, murmuring, "Ah, you''re in such a state, I really can''t bring myself to do it. How about this, bring the wine here, and I''ll just have some to drink. Man, it''s been too many years since I''ve had wine, I''ve forgotten what it tastes like."