Journey to the West: I Secretly Cultivated for 500 Years

After transmigrating and becoming Sun Wukong, the System tells me to play the role of Sun Wukong well.

Immortals and Buddhas across the heavens, then I'll put on a good show for you all.

But the great immortals are left dumbfounded.

Laozi: Where are my treasures? The Purple-Gold Red Gourd, the Plantain Fan, the sword, the Golden Rope, the Sheep-Fat Jade Vase, the Diamond Cutter... They're all gone!

Tathagata: Where's my Yin-Yang Vase? Damn it, who stole my merit-gilded body?

Maitreya: Where did my Golden Cymbals and Human-Seeds Sack go?

Sun Wukong: You dared to talk about Old Sun behind my back. You had it coming.