Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

The Monkey Tribe's lifespan was originally not long, just thirty to fifty years. Cultivation could indeed break through the limit of life and extend one's lifespan, but it also depended on the extent one could cultivate. When Sun Wukong left Flower-Fruit Mountain, he did impart a simplified version of Eight-Nine Profound Skill to the monkeys.

However, monkeys are playful by nature, and without the pressure of formidable enemies or the oversight of their king, Sun Wukong, most of them cultivated half-heartedly and hardly any of them achieved much distinction.

In three hundred years, most of the monkeys who had followed Sun Wukong had passed away. However, the simplified version of the Cultivation Method was still handed down, albeit with many incomplete parts, which made it much harder for subsequent monkeys to cultivate.

Now, the monkey with the highest cultivation was none other than Sun Wushuang, the Through-Arm Ape Monkey who was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the Demon King, having just crossed over one of the three calamities—Doomsday Thunder Disaster—to ascend to the Earth Immortal Realm.

Sun Wushuang's attacks lacked any particular method, relying solely on agility and an iron staff to exclusively target the vital points of the Demon King. The Demon King's cultivation was a bit higher than Sun Wushuang's, but likewise was unmethodical, using brute strength and wildly hacking away with a long saber.

He didn't even consider using mana to cast spells to support himself, so Sun Wukong soon completely lost interest after watching for a bit.

What sort of life and death duel was this? It was nothing but a farce!

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his toes, Sun Wukong picked up a fist-sized rock from beneath his feet, blew on it, and the rock instantly turned into a black flash shooting towards the battling Sun Wushuang and Demon King. With a crisp sound, it hit the ground between them, generating a shockwave that pushed them both back.

"Who dares to sneak attack the Demon King from the shadows? Are you tired of living?"

The Demon King furrowed his brows, roaring ferociously with a vicious expression. Sun Wushuang, on the other hand, had his pupils shrink sharply. The Qi Force from a mere stone had managed to push them back, so the one who intervened was definitely a master!

"Sneak attack? Which of your eyes saw me, Old Sun, sneak attacking?"

Sun Wukong revealed himself after deactivating his Invisibility Technique, atop a cliff, then step by step he walked down the air. This move alone showed his extraordinary ability.

Unfortunately, the Demon King was a simpleton. Seeing that he couldn't see through Sun Wukong's cultivation, and that Sun Wukong's figure was much smaller than his, he naturally looked down on him. Waving the long saber in his hand, he pointed it at Sun Wukong and shouted, "Who are you, you little monkey? Mind your own business.

Otherwise, I'll chop you into eight pieces with one swing of my saber, and you won't even know how you died!"

"Chop me into eight pieces with one swing?"

Sun Wukong had a look of disdain on his face, "Can't you count? Come on, try chopping this wood into eight pieces for Old Sun to see!"

Saying this, he grabbed a piece of broken wood from afar and threw it in front of the Demon King, "Chop! Where are the eight pieces? Let Old Sun count for you!"

"You... you jerk!"

The Demon King, seething with shame and rage because Sun Wukong had caught him in an offhand remark and mocked him, roared furiously and swung his saber at Sun Wukong.

"Clang!"

Sun Wukong didn't even intend to dodge. How could the Demon King's saber, a mere Mortal Iron Weapon and not even a Magical Treasure, possibly harm him?

Just as the saber was about to hit the top of Sun Wukong's head, an iron staff stretched from an angle to block the blade, it was none other than Through-Arm Ape Monkey Sun Wushuang.

"Fellow brother, this is a matter of Flower-Fruit Mountain, you needn't get involved."

After nodding in thanks to Sun Wukong, Sun Wushuang rotated his iron staff and engaged in combat with the Demon King once more.

"A matter of Flower-Fruit Mountain has nothing to do with me?"

Sun Wukong laughed but also felt sentimental. It seemed he truly had been away for too long, so long that generations of monkeys had come and gone on Flower-Fruit Mountain. Hardly any monkeys from the old days were left, and the new monkeys no longer recognized him, the Beautiful Monkey King.

With a sigh, Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered to take action himself. He leaned against a stone table by the pond and began to give Sun Wushuang pointers:

"Horizontal staff to the left, good!"

"He's aiming for your lower stance, thrust straight through the central gate!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Retreat, then a sweeping counter-attack!"

With Sun Wukong's guidance, Sun Wushuang's staff technique became more structured, and his Combat Power immediately climbed several steps. The Demon King was hit by several blows, grimacing in pain, almost bursting a lung in rage.

After he fiercely pushed Sun Wushuang away with a saber strike, he pointed the saber at Sun Wukong and shouted, "You coward, if you dare, come and fight the Demon King yourself. What kind of hero are you, chirping from the sidelines!"

"Who are you calling a coward?"

No sooner had the Demon King finished speaking than Sun Wukong, using the Shrinking Earth into Inches technique, appeared right before him. His eyes narrowed in a cold stare that radiated a strong oppressive aura, making the Demon King feel as if he wasn't facing a small monkey, but a towering giant ape. Cold sweat broke out on the Demon King's forehead instantly.

"Repeat what you just said!"

The Demon King's legs trembled slightly, and his lips twitched incessantly. The aura around Sun Wukong, however, grew more and more formidable. The members of the Monkey Tribe and the lesser demons all changed their expressions, each one of them showing a look of terror as they retreated backwards.

"Waaah!"

Pressed to the extreme by Sun Wukong's aura, the Demon King could no longer bear it and with a loud cry, he raised his saber and fiercely chopped down at Sun Wukong's head, intent on turning the skinny monkey with the terrifying presence into a bloody mess, completely eliminating his own sense of fear.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out. The saber struck Sun Wukong's head, sparking a flash of light, but Sun Wukong remained unharmed, not a single hair on his head was damaged.

"How is that possible?"

The eyes of the Demon King nearly popped out. Was this monkey's head made of iron? How could it be so hard?

"Clang Clang Clang Clang!"

The Demon King, not believing in evil omens, roared as he delivered a series of dazzling chops, striking Sun Wukong all over his body. Without exception, each hit resulted in the sound of metal clashing, and amidst the sparks flying, Sun Wukong's expression didn't change in the slightest. He still looked at the Demon King with a face full of mocking and a cold sneer.

"Huff Huff~!"

The Demon King stopped swinging his saber and, with his tongue hanging out, began to breathe heavily like a dog, panting loudly. His saber had several notches broken into it, but Sun Wukong was completely unscathed. Sun Wukong brushed off the dust on his body, raised his eyebrow at the Demon King and said, "Big guy, don't stop, keep going! Your massage techniques are quite good.

I, Old Sun, haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Thump!"

The Demon King fell to the ground with a thud, his face the picture of defeat: "No more fighting, no more fighting, you're too strong, I, Yuan Tong, can't defeat you! Kill me or carve me up, give this Demon King a swift end!"

"Did I, Old Sun, ever say I'd kill you?"

Sun Wukong smiled broadly, then turned to Sun Wushuang. "You are called Sun Wushuang?"

"Yes, my name is Sun Wushuang. Do you have any instructions, senior?"

Sun Wushuang hurried forward a few steps, respectfully bowing to Sun Wukong. The Demon Clan revered the strong, and since Sun Wukong was also of the Monkey Tribe and had helped the Flower-Fruit Mountain by capturing the Demon King, it was only right and proper for Sun Wushuang to show respect to Sun Wukong.

"Senior? That's quite an unusual title!"

Sun Wukong shook his head. "It seems I, Old Sun, have been away for far too long, so long that the monkeys and offspring of Flower-Fruit Mountain have all forgotten about their Great King..."

"Great King? There was only ever one Great King on Flower-Fruit Mountain, the Beautiful Monkey King Sun Wukong. You don't mean to say, senior, that you are..."

Sun Wushuang's eyes suddenly widened, as did the eyes of the other monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain. The next moment, Sun Wushuang, along with all the other monkeys and offspring, knelt on the ground and began to worship Sun Wukong, their voices excitedly shouting, "The Great King is back! The Great King has returned! We welcome the Great King back to the mountain!"

"The Great King is back! The Great King has returned!"

The news quickly spread into the Water Curtain Cave Heaven. The monkeys from the Water Curtain Cave Heaven surged out, bowing and paying their respects to Sun Wukong, all of them eagerly following behind him, their faces full of excitement and admiration as they gazed at the legendary Beautiful Monkey King.

This was the first time they had seen Sun Wukong in person, as they had only heard about him from the older generation of Flower-Fruit Mountain. The Eight-Nine Profound Skill they had all been practicing was also passed down by this Great King.

But the legend was that the Beautiful Monkey King had left to seek the way of immortality three hundred years ago and had not been heard from since. The Monkey Tribe of Flower-Fruit Mountain had thought he had met with some misfortune, only for Sun Wukong to suddenly return today.

And he had easily subdued the Demon King, who had been entangling the Monkey Tribe of Flower-Fruit Mountain for a long time. This was indeed a joyful event!

"You are their Great King? The Beautiful Monkey King Sun Wukong who went to learn the way?"

The Demon King Yuan Tong was also stunned. His heart filled with bitterness – he was originally a Mountain Fiend from Kanyuan Mountain living in the Water Filth Cave. He had managed to cultivate his current strength thanks to an ancient Immortal's abandoned Cave Dwelling he had stumbled upon by chance.

He had planned on taking over the Flower-Fruit Mountain Water Curtain Cave to expand his influence, only to kick an iron board this time.

Indeed, the Monkey Tribe of Flower-Fruit Mountain had mentioned they once had a Beautiful Monkey King. Since this king had been away seeking the way for three hundred years with no word at all, Yuan Tong had not taken it seriously. But now, at this critical moment, Sun Wukong had returned, and his strength was freakishly powerful.

Yuan Tong felt like a rag doll holding a small twig in front of a giant, completely no match for Sun Wukong!

With a dejected slump, Demon King Yuan Tong sat on the ground, his heart ashen. To Flower-Fruit Mountain, he was an invader. Now at Sun Wukong's mercy, his life was perhaps at its end. Thinking of all the hardships he had endured over the years for the sake of cultivation, Yuan Tong wished he could slap himself twice – it was all due to greed!

His life was doomed!