Chapter 117: Kneeling Like Ants, Begging for Survival

“Sir, what’s wrong with that Tang monk?”

King Zhou and the others, mere bystanders, were utterly captivated by the unfolding drama and couldn’t help but urge for answers.

Sun Wukong could not resist asking, “Immortal, what happened to that Tang monk?”

“The monk was immediately frightened by the appearance of the ginseng fruit and even spoke of the sin of eating children. Isn’t this a direct slap in the face to our old friend Zhen Yuanzi?”

“Originally, Zhen Yuanzi acted out of kindness… If it weren’t for the monk’s hypocrisy, coupled with your monkey’s theft of the ginseng fruit, none of the subsequent tragedies would have occurred.”

“Ah… I see now. Thank you, Immortal, for forewarning me; it has helped me avoid such misfortune.”

Sun Wukong bowed deeply to Chu Xiaoyu in gratitude.

Then, his monkey eyes darting about, he turned to Su Hu and proposed, “General Su, how about we make a deal?”

“Uh… a deal? What kind of deal?” Su Hu was taken aback and then even more puzzled.

Sun Wukong grinned slyly, “Having seen the power of the grenades you’ve developed, I thought… if I had such a powerful grenade on hand, I could just toss one and blow those pesky, formidable demons to pieces. That way, I wouldn’t have to engage in exhausting battles with them.”

Why bother struggling against those loathsome demons when a single grenade could settle everything with a bang?

Sun Wukong’s mind was made up.

“But these grenades are newly invented and still have many flaws. They need continuous improvement. I…”

Su Hu looked troubled, seeing the eager anticipation in Sun Wukong’s eyes. Ultimately, he could only offer an awkward smile. “Great Sage Sun, I’m truly sorry, but I can’t give you an answer right now.”

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, “No worries. Later, when you truly perfect them, we can definitely make that deal.”

“Uh… Immortal, I’m feeling a bit restless sitting here. I’d like to go out for some fresh air.”

Sun Wukong’s monkey eyes kept darting around mischievously.

Seeing this sly behavior, Chu Xiaoyu understood immediately.

Clearly, the monkey came to scavenge supplies but spoke so elegantly and refinedly about it.

This monkey… so cunning and clever, it was hard not to smile.

Not wanting to dampen the monkey’s good mood, Chu Xiaoyu waved him off, “Go ahead.”

Sun Wukong happily pulled out his Heaven-and-Earth Bag and trotted off to forage for supplies.

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“Uh… sir, aren’t you at all worried that the monkey will clean out everything in your estate?”

King Zhou, holding back his anxiety, couldn’t help but ask.

Chu Xiaoyu smiled, “They’re all worthless things, so it doesn’t matter. Remember, didn’t you all nearly strip my backyard of sweet potatoes, potatoes, radishes, and other crops?”

“Ah… that matter…”

The sudden reminder brought shame to King Zhou, Su Hu, and Biggan.

Looking back, they had been like country bumpkins entering the city, fascinated by every strange thing in that bizarre farm — even a single blade of grass intrigued them.

The farm’s oddities opened a whole new sensory world for them.

They were stunned, nearly driven mad by the experience.

Now, having seen and experienced more, some things still felt fresh and new to them.

They were especially curious about the world beyond the estate.

After some light conversation, time had grown late.

When Sun Wukong, carrying the heavy Heaven-and-Earth Bag, bid farewell to Chu Xiaoyu and passed through the Immortal Gate, King Zhou and the others also took their leave.

However, a small unexpected incident occurred during their crossing.

As King Zhou, Su Hu, and Biggan passed through the gate, Yan Beigui happened to witness the scene.

Heavens!

What on earth was that?

How could several living people disappear one after another?

Thinking he must be hallucinating, Yan Beigui rubbed his eyes in terror. Once he was certain of what he saw, the famed number one swordsman of Yanjing was so frightened he nearly lost control.

Encountering a ghost in the dead of night!

Yan Beigui collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily.

Though those wearing ancient robes claimed to be cosplay enthusiasts, Yan Beigui had always harbored doubts.

Now his suspicions were confirmed, and his strong swordsman’s spirit was utterly shattered.

In truth, Yan Beigui was not strong enough.

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“Heh, you saw what happened just now, didn’t you? So, what do you think?”

Chu Xiaoyu strolled over leisurely, accompanied by Su Daji.

Seeing Yan Beigui collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, Chu Xiaoyu’s heart fell into silence.

“I… I… I saw nothing, I know nothing…”

As if stumbling upon someone’s secret, Yan Beigui’s immediate reaction was genuine—admitting would surely mean death.

“Oh? You truly saw nothing? Well then, since you have two perfectly good eyes, and it’s not pitch dark, if you still see nothing, then those eyes are useless.”

“Little Su, go ahead and gouge out his eyes and feed them to the dogs.”

Chu Xiaoyu half-joked, half-serious.

Su Daji was momentarily stunned, uncertain of Chu Xiaoyu’s true intent. “Sir, I… I…”

“Heh, what’s wrong? Feel I’m too cruel?”

Chu Xiaoyu’s gaze fell on Yan Beigui. “I loathe dishonesty and deception. Why keep something that only brings frustration and pain?”

“Ah… Sir, please don’t. I know my mistake.”

Yan Beigui prostrated himself, begging for mercy.

Alas!

How had a once-renowned swordsman fallen to such a pitiful state?

Was it truly satisfying to trample down a fallen warrior like this?

Looking down at Yan Beigui, Chu Xiaoyu felt a tinge of sorrow. “Stand up and speak. I have no intention to trouble you. Consider tonight’s events as if nothing happened.”

With that, Chu Xiaoyu turned and left.

Yan Beigui remained kneeling, utterly still.

He had just felt an overwhelming aura crush him, shackling his breath instantly.

Such power, such formidable presence—terrifying beyond measure. He could only kneel like an insignificant ant, praying for survival.