Seven Seven Forty-Nine Lashes

Zhu Bajie's heart was full of grievance. If they were talking about stealing the Ginseng Fruits, he had indeed done it, and he had nothing to say about accepting punishment. But the blame for knocking down the tree clearly had nothing to do with him. Now he was being made to take someone else's punishment—how could he accept that?

Seeing that he was on the verge of death, Great Immortal Zhenyuan still did not take his life.

Although Sun Wukong's magic power had been sealed, his physical body was far stronger than an ordinary person's. Back when he had caused havoc in Heaven, he had devoured countless divine peaches and Immortal Brew. He had even broken into Tushita Palace and stolen Grand Supreme Elder's golden elixirs, which were later refined by Samadhi True Fire, forging him a body impervious to weapons and fire!

Although he had yet to reach the realm of "sainthood through the physical body," the toughness of his bones and tendons and the strength of his physique already ranked among the best in the Primordial World, second only to the likes of Yang Jian.

Even with his spiritual power locked away and unable to circulate energy to protect his body, his innate physical foundation alone should have been enough to withstand ordinary attacks.

But Sun Wukong had long since had no time to care about any of that. His expression grew increasingly solemn. He already understood that the Great Immortal Zhenyuan before him, the master of Wuzhuang Temple and the being honored as the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals,

was undoubtedly one of the top experts in the Primordial World whom he absolutely could not afford to provoke!

What shocked him even more was that the aura emanating from Zhenyuanzi was actually no weaker than the pressure he