"How powerful could you be? Could it be that you're stronger than me?" Sun Wukong asked with a smile.
Sun Wukong didn't care in the slightest about Marshal Tian Peng's anger.
In Journey to the West, Zhu Bajie could only become the Second Martial Brother beneath him. So Sun Wukong would show Zhu Bajie what the Eldest Martial Brother's love meant.
Although Sun Wukong had come to Heaven to take an official post, he wasn't genuinely interested in becoming an official.
Bimawen—what kind of official was that? Sun Wukong already knew from the story of Journey to the West.
This time, he wouldn't become enraged simply because Bimawen was a minor official.
That wasn't his purpose in coming to Heaven, either.
"Stronger than you?" Marshal Tian Peng laughed. "As the dignified Marshal Tian Peng, I'm naturally stronger than you."
As his voice fell, the Nine-Tooth Rake appeared in Marshal Tian Peng's hands. It was his weapon.
"Bimawen, take this!"
Marshal Tian Peng transformed into a streak of white light and charged at Sun Wukong.
Although Marshal Tian Peng couldn't possibly kill Sun Wukong, teaching him a small lesson would still be no problem.
He would make the Sun Wukong before him understand what true strength was.
"Heh heh, Bajie, bring it on." Light gleamed in Sun Wukong's eyes as his weapon, the As-You-Will Golden-Bound Cudgel, appeared in his hands.
In Sun Wukong's eyes, the Marshal Tian Peng before him was quite strong.
He had the strength of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
If Sun Wukong hadn't grown stronger because of the General Store, it was hard to say whether he could defeat the Marshal Tian Peng before him.
Perhaps this Marshal Tian Peng, who would become a pig demon in the future, had weakened by then.
But Sun Wukong had gained many things from the General Store.
As Grand Unity Golden Immortals, Sun Wukong had already walked much farther along the path.
"Take this!" Sun Wukong roared with laughter and charged at Marshal Tian Peng as well.
"Clang..."
The Nine-Tooth Rake and the As-You-Will Golden-Bound Cudgel collided, producing a deafening sound.
The confident Marshal Tian Peng's expression suddenly stiffened.
He had thought he could easily defeat Sun Wukong, but he discovered that he seemed to have been mistaken.
"Damn it." Feeling the terrifying force transmitted through both his hands, Marshal Tian Peng cursed under his breath. The next moment, his entire body was sent flying.
"Heaven-Battling Art." Sun Wukong circulated the technique within his body, and his terrifying strength continued to rise.
This technique was far more powerful than the Great Grade Heavenly Immortal Art.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of thunderous impacts rang out, leaving the heavenly soldiers dumbstruck.
The collision between two Grand Unity Golden Immortals was apparently not something they could afford to get involved in.
Even if they went over to help, they wouldn't be able to do much.
Moreover, Sun Wukong and their general were both officials of the Heavenly Court. Perhaps the two were merely sparring.
That was what the heavenly soldiers thought.
A moment later.
Marshal Tian Peng lay on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.
He had lost—to the monkey before him.
"What is it, Bajie? Are you admitting defeat?" Sun Wukong asked with a beaming smile.
As for this fellow who would travel to obtain the scriptures alongside him in the future, Sun Wukong still felt some goodwill toward him.
"I'm not Bajie," Marshal Tian Peng said.
"You're not Bajie now, but you will be in the future," Sun Wukong said calmly.
"I definitely won't become a pig demon in the future," Marshal Tian Peng retorted.
As one of the few Immortals and Gods in the Heavenly Court, how could he possibly become a demon? And a pig demon at that?
"Suit yourself." Sun Wukong said no more and prepared to leave. He was here to find treasures, not chat with Marshal Tian Peng.
"By the way."
Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly lit up.
He remembered what the shopkeeper had told him earlier: if other people came over, he could obtain some Exchange Points.
Marshal Tian Peng should be a very good choice.
According to what he had said, he currently commanded eighty thousand heavenly soldiers. Obtaining some treasures should be convenient for him.
"Bajie, do you want to escape your fate? The fate of becoming a pig demon. If you want to escape it, come to Flower-Fruit Mountain when the time comes."
As his voice fell, Sun Wukong transformed into golden light and disappeared. He needed to find a good place.
"Escape fate?" A flicker appeared in Marshal Tian Peng's eyes.
Could everything Sun Wukong had said be true?
But how could a mere Grand Unity Golden Immortal calculate the future?
Even a Quasi-Saint expert probably couldn't do it.
"Perhaps the monkey was just speaking casually." Marshal Tian Peng took a deep breath.
No matter how he thought about it, Marshal Tian Peng couldn't imagine himself becoming a pig demon.
While Zhu Bajie continued to harbor doubts, Sun Wukong left the Heavenly River and wandered around Heaven. To his surprise, he saw a palace this time.
The Palace of Lingering Delights.
If he remembered correctly, that was where Grand Supreme Elder Lao lived.
In the story of Journey to the West, he had eaten many Pills there, which had increased his strength.
"Pills should count as treasures too. Perhaps I can exchange them for something at the shopkeeper's place." Sun Wukong chuckled and walked inside.
"Sun Wukong, this is where I refine pills. Why have you come here?" Just as Sun Wukong was heading toward the Palace of Lingering Delights, an aged voice rang in his ear.
It was Grand Supreme Elder Lao's voice.
"..." Sun Wukong froze for a moment, his face turning awkward. He saw an old Daoist walking out of the palace.
From the shopkeeper, Sun Wukong understood how formidable Grand Supreme Elder Lao was. Forcing his way into the Palace of Lingering Delights was probably impossible.
"Laojun, I got lost," Sun Wukong said with a sheepish grin.
"Lost?" Grand Supreme Elder Lao looked at Sun Wukong, a gleam in his eyes. He pointed in a direction. "Sun Wukong, your place is over there."
"Haha, thank you, thank you..." With that, Sun Wukong quickly flew away.
"Sun Wukong." Grand Supreme Elder Lao pondered. "He actually knows me."
As one of Laozi's Three Corpses, Grand Supreme Elder Lao naturally understood that Sun Wukong was the protagonist of the calamity five hundred years later.
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"Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Flying through the sky above Heaven, Sun Wukong patted his chest.
For some reason, Sun Wukong could still sense how terrifying Grand Supreme Elder Lao was.
The Sun Wukong of history hadn't felt anything.
But after learning that he was a puppet, and gaining insights from Journey of the West and Journey to the West, Sun Wukong's senses had become much sharper.
Whether it was the Heaven-Battling Art or the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations, both could slowly change his fate.
This kept Sun Wukong from being as muddled as his former self.
"Looks like this point in time still won't do." Sun Wukong fell into thought.
According to the story of Journey to the West, Grand Supreme Elder Lao hadn't come out even when he had eaten so many Pills in the Palace of Lingering Delights.
But now, the other party had come out as soon as he had entered the palace. No matter how he looked at it, things were somewhat different.
"Looks like the original me really was merely a puppet in the hands of those Immortals." Light gleamed in Sun Wukong's eyes.
Only then could something like what happened today have occurred.
"Huh? What's that..."
While flying, Sun Wukong's expression suddenly changed slightly. He raised his head and looked ahead, sensing an astonishing spiritual energy surging there.
The concentration of that spiritual energy was something Sun Wukong had never encountered before.
"The Peach Garden."
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