Great Demon Sun Wukong

"As you command, Master!" Sun Wukong's voice had barely faded when his figure had already vanished from the spot, and the young monk, who was just about to kowtow, suddenly felt his body jolted and then lifted by a gentle force. The young monk had a look of gratitude, but it was overshadowed by fear. He was now even more convinced that Sun Wukong and his companions had come specifically to harm him, even suspecting that this could be a trap set by the Mysterious Light Sect to annihilate his own sect.

The monk from the Mysterious Light Sect was clearly furious. Ever since he had been in charge of recruiting newly ascended disciples, when had he not been adored and respected after announcing his sect? All the newcomers had been fawning and flattering without exception. Yet these five individuals did not take him seriously at all, much less his Fifth Rank sect. Hmph, they were indeed bumpkins from the Lower Realm who thought themselves unbeatable before ascension and still did after ascending? Today he would show them what the strength of a Fifth Rank sect was all about.

The more that ordinary-looking monk thought, the angrier he became, and just as Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie had passed by him, heading towards the young monk, coincidentally, Sha Wujing was walking right beside him. The monk from the Mysterious Light Sect was immediately overtaken by rage and lifted his right hand, intending to strike Sha Wujing with his palm. He used all his power, aiming to intimidate and make an example out of these ignorant bumpkins who failed to recognize Mount Tai. However, when his confident palm strike hit Sha Wujing's back, Sha Wujing reacted as though he hadn't noticed at all and kept walking forward without turning around or uttering a shriek as expected.

The monk was taken aback but then snorted coldly, "Hmph, is it really that his strength is too inferior? This palm strike must have shattered his heart channels. Take three more steps, and he'll certainly die without a doubt!" But Sha Wujing countered his claim with his actions, loud and clear. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps! Just as the monk's face was having trouble holding up, Sha Wujing's body stiffened and stopped suddenly. The monk said coldly, "He managed to walk four steps? It seems I underestimated your strength, but that's as far as you go!"

No sooner had the monk finished speaking, and before he could mock Sun Wukong and the others, Sha Wujing once again slapped his face metaphorically, and it was a loud slap. Sha Wujing, not quite sure, turned around and said in a deep voice, "Did you just slap me? Is there something you need? I was preoccupied and didn't notice!" After speaking, Sha Wujing looked at the monk from the Mysterious Light Sect with sincere eyes.

The monk from the Mysterious Light Sect was completely dumbfounded, apparently unable to comprehend, and then he asked a question he would regret immensely, "N-nothing, what were you thinking about?" Sha Wujing said "Oh," and then said, "Nothing much, I was just thinking about the number five. It shouldn't be greater than eight, so it was indeed correct for master to choose an Eighth Rank sect!" After finishing his words, Sha Wujing turned around and continued walking forward. Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong both covered their faces. Old Sha really had made a fool of himself.

Sha Wujing continued on as if nothing had happened, but the monk from the Mysterious Light Sect trembled with rage. Humiliation, this was certainly the greatest humiliation he had ever experienced. Although he didn't understand why the bearded monk had taken his palm strike without issue, that did not prevent him from feeling a murderous intent towards Sha Wujing. Watching Sha Wujing's back, the monk steeled his heart and swiftly took out his weapon from his storage space, a tiger-headed saber, and with a burst of strength, he gripped the saber with both hands and slashed towards Sha Wujing's neck.

This time, Sha Wujing's response was much more sharp. Without even turning around, he simply reached back with his left hand and had already grasped the monk's tiger-headed saber. The sharp blade, in Sha Wujing's palm, was like a mere stick, not inflicting the slightest scratch or mark. Sha Wujing looked towards Sun Wukong and asked, "Big brother, what should we do with this man? He seems to have the intent to kill me!" Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "We are monks, we must not take life, let him go!"

Sha Wujing nodded and, as if he were throwing away trash, tossed the monk aside. Sun Wukong then said, "Bajie, go, here's your chance to shine. If you can defeat him, big brother will gift you a treasure!" Zhu Bajie had always wanted to show off in front of their master and, upon hearing about a treasure, his eyes lit up and he said, "Alrighty, I love to beat up these pretentious folks!" Saying this, Zhu Bajie held his Nine-Toothed Rake upside down and walked towards the monk from the Mysterious Light Sect with a smirk on his face. Tang Sanzang sighed and said, "Bajie, you must not take life. Wukong, let's head on!" Sun Wukong agreed and came to Tang Sanzang's side, helping him walk towards the young monk.

Tang Sanzang pressed his palms together and bowed, saying, "Trouble you, dear little master, to lead us to your esteemed sect." The young monk, clearly terrified by now, mechanically nodded and then turned to go. Sun Wukong and the others followed the young monk. As for Zhu Bajie, he swung his rake and started fighting with the struggling monk.