Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

After all, those strong ones enslaved by the Main God Giant Light Ball were all insubordinate. Otherwise, Wang Buchou wouldn't have escaped in the previous life.

In the Primordial World, within the Great Qin Empire, at the Chen Mansion.

After comforting his harem of wives and concubines, Chen Sanzang was already preparing to leave the Great Qin Empire for the Westward Journey to seek the scriptures.

There was no other way; after returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi tell him that the Great Calamity of the Westward Journey was fully initiated, but even Emperor Shi urged him to start his journey westward.

Even more shameless was The Bodhisattva Guanyin, who kept dragging him into the Dream Space every few days to chat intimately about scriptures. To an outsider, it might have seemed like they were a lonely man and woman engaging in scandalous activities in the Dream Space!

Of course, in the Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was brainwashed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin time and again.

If not for Old Xi's strength, Chen Sanzang thought he would definitely have been converted into a fool by the Buddhist Sect!

"Damn it, if I didn't know that The Bodhisattva Guanyin's previous identity was Ci Hang Daoist, a man turned into a woman — basically a transvestite — I would have dealt with him!"

After explaining a few things to his wives, concubines, and children, Chen Sanzang took out the treasures he had gathered over the years, handed them over to his numerous wives and concubines, and instructed them to take good care of the family, then packed up his belongings and walked out the mansion gates.

The first stop was, of course, to rescue Little Kongkong.

How could he form his own black and evil Buddhist Sect without some thugs?

Isn't Little Kongkong the rarest super thug around?

As his number one hireling, he was worth nurturing. Chen Sanzang believed that with his tutelage, knocking a good few bumps on the head of the Buddha seemed totally doable!

"Step by step, traveling across mountains and rivers; by the way, wasn't I supposed to get a White Horse?"

After leisurely strolling out of Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized: Where was his horse?

Chen Sanzang cursed and walked out of the Great Qin Capital.

No wonder he was swearing, Tang Seng's standard White Horse wasn't even given to him—how was he supposed to fish out the Little White Dragon when passing the Yingchou River without it?

Without the White Dragon Horse, was he really going to walk all the way to the Western Heaven step by step?

He, a dignified Taiyi Golden Immortal, could fly there in a matter of days and nights to reach Leiyin Temple and complete the task of retrieving the scriptures. Did he really need to play the fool and walk?

Or perhaps ride a monkey or a pig to the Western Heaven?

Just the thought of riding either Little Kongkong or the Little Pig made Chen Sanzang shudder—too damned suälianless.

Among all the heavenly immortals and Buddhas, who had ever seen someone with a monkey or pig as their steed?

"There might not be a White Dragon Horse, but temporarily finding a mount is still doable. Sanzang, do you think it's better to have a pig or a fish demon as your mount?"

Old Xi's voice was tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Why isn't there a White Dragon Horse? How can there be no White Dragon Horse as dashing as mine? Without the White Horse, as Tang Sanzang, how am I supposed to charm those Female Demons?"

Chen Sanzang was very displeased. Though a person riding a White Horse may not always be a prince, but he, riding the White Horse, was Tang Sanzang!

"Because the Ancestral Dragon is in the same camp as us. While Little White Dragon will still join the Westward Journey this time, he won't be turning into a steed."

Zhu Ganglie is a man of Lord Lao Zi, and Sha Wujing is a man of the Jade Emperor, having them as mounts isn't a bad idea, right?

Who said that Tang Sanzang must accept them as disciples?

"Have you seen any immortal with a pig or fish as their mount? Wouldn't the other gods laugh their heads off? Do I not care about dignity?"

Chen Sanzang retorted angrily.

"You could still choose another mount, say, you've got your eye on that Female Demon, just make her reveal her true form, carry you during the day, and relax your muscles at night, no?"

Old Xi laughed slyly, giving terrible advice.

"It's not impossible, for example, that Jade-faced Fox, just Old Niu's threat is somewhat significant."

Chen Sanzang was instantly led astray by a certain system.

"The Jade-faced Fox, with some planning, could still have a chance of becoming a mount, but aren't the seven little spiders easier to ride? Riding one a day, different colors every day, isn't that more thrilling?"

"That could work, I heard the seven little spiders have no significant backing, so just flirting them over as mounts, there's prospect in that strategy."

Chen Sanzang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and had a vivid picture in his mind at once.

As for the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit behind the seven little spiders, what sort of thing was that?

Merely a Little Demon King of the Taiyi Realm, perfect for transcending, and the body can even be used to brew wine, right?

Seeing Chen Sanzang drooling, Old Xi snickered, and began plotting an extravagant scheme.

Just then, a little tiger jumped out from the nearby grass and without giving it a chance to roar menacingly, Chen Sanzang leapt onto its back.

"A mere little demon, it can temporarily serve as a steed, I suppose!"

In the original Journey to the West, Tang Seng had just reached the border of the Great Tang when a ferocious tiger appeared.

The two servants the Tang Emperor had sent with him got eaten by this Little Tiger Demon, while he was saved by a hunter.

Yet this hunter wasn't a kind person, but a transformed heavenly immortal, who came down specifically to share some merits.

Nowadays, within the Great Qin Empire, wild Little Demons usually behave, lying idly in their little territories, showing no possible aggressive tendencies towards humans.

So this little tiger jumping out suddenly must have been arranged by certain individuals.

Therefore, Chen Sanzang showed no mercy, sitting firmly on the little tiger's back and delivered a hefty slap on the back of its head.

This slap wasn't gentle, directly making the Little Tiger Demon see stars, wobbling back and forth until it finally steadied itself with great effort.

The little tiger, aware of the person's significant abilities, lowered its head and whimpered a bit, trying to appear pitiful.

"Hey, feel wronged do you? This humble monk is a realized monk, obediently serve as my mount for a while, or I'll transcend you!"

Chen Sanzang knocked on the Little Tiger Demon's head, then with a palm sent a gust of wind at a nearby large tree, causing a whirlwind, scattering sand and stones.

By the time the wind subsided, the tree was split into two segments from the trunk, its branches and leaves shattered into fragments scattered everywhere.

The little tiger shuddered violently, its tail that had been upright instantly tucked between its legs as its body lowered itself to make its back more rideable.

"Heh, a child can be taught, little tiger, let's go."

Giving a gentle smack on the little tiger's bottom, the terrified Little Tiger Demon immediately began to walk forward cautiously, carrying Chen Sanzang without a hint of jolting, making him feel none of the movement's disturbance.

"That's a good little tiger, walk at a slower pace, and in return, this monk will give you some chance in the future."

Chen Sanzang nodded in satisfaction and lay straight on the broad back of the tiger, while the bundle on his back was hung directly on the tiger's tail.

"Old Xi, can you scout any anomalies around?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, Chen Sanzang asked the system with a serious demeanor.

"How could there be no anomalies? Just barely out of Xianyang City within the Great Qin Capital, and there's already this Little Tiger Demon. Who designed this calamity, some dumbass god who doesn't even think?"

Old Xi complained while showing Chen Sanzang a video of the anomalies he'd just detected.

In the high sky, a figure was hiding within the clouds, dumbfoundedly observing the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

This god, with three eyes on his head, who else could it be but Erlang God?

Chen Sanzang's mouth twitched slightly.

He really hadn't expected Erlang God to do something so foolish.

"Did Erlang God offend someone? Didn't anyone tell him this humble monk is in cultivation?"

Anyway, he had cultivated to Taiyi Golden Immortal. The difference with Erlang God wasn't that great. Did this guy not investigate a bit beforehand?