Chapter 49: Snatching 350 Heavenly Fate Points

【Detected: Host successfully intervened in a key node of the "Journey to the West Catastrophe," causing a major deviation in the causal chain of "Sun Wukong's Rebellion in Heaven"!】

【Future trajectory has fallen into chaos and uncertainty...】

【Congratulations, Host! Reward received: 350 Heavenly Fate Points!】

【Current remaining Heavenly Fate Points: 500.】

Staring at the lines of massive characters floating in his mind—the final “500 points” glaringly bright—Su Chen’s heart surged with wild joy.

Made it!

This time, he’d truly struck it rich!

Three hundred and fifty Heavenly Fate Points!

This was an absolute fortune!

He had labored tirelessly for months, only earning one hundred and fifty points by enlightening Li Chengqian.

Yet now, after merely chatting with Brother Monkey—even nearly provoking a Saint-level backlash—he’d gained three hundred and fifty points in one go; this was beyond worth it!

This fortune had come too suddenly!

“Indeed, the greater the risk, the greater the reward!” Su Chen cried inwardly, thrilled.

He finally understood completely.

To make big money, you must stick to the main storyline.

Earlier, enlightening Li Chengqian along the “Human Path” was safe, but the returns were painfully slow—barely pocket change.

Directly interfering with the fate of a “Destined One” like Sun Wukong was dangerous, but the rewards were unimaginably vast!

Of course, the “balance” had to be perfectly controlled.

Just now, if he’d spoken half a sentence more, it wouldn’t have been a reward—it would’ve been heavenly punishment.

“From now on, I must act with even greater caution,” Su Chen silently warned himself.

Yet excitement overwhelmed his lingering fear.

Five hundred Heavenly Fate Points!

Now he was truly a minor millionaire!

Instantly, his mind flashed to that mysterious scroll.

【Prompt: To decipher the complete information within this scroll requires 200 Heavenly Fate Points.】

When he first saw this prompt, he’d thought 200 points was excessive.

Now, 200 points felt perfectly reasonable.

“After waiting so long, I can finally uncover your secrets!”

Su Chen suppressed his excitement, desperate to find a secluded place and immediately enter seclusion to study the scroll.

He lifted his head and glanced at Sun Wukong beside him.

Found the monkey still muttering to himself.

“Trap? What kind of trap could the Heavenly Court set for Old Monkey?”

“What exactly did Master foresee? Why won’t he tell me?”

Watching his twisted, confused expression, Su Chen smiled inwardly.

His words had clearly shaken the monkey deeply.

That was enough.

“Brother Monkey,” Su Chen stood, clapping his shoulder, “stop overthinking. If Master gave you a directive, just remember it. When the mountain blocks the road, a path will appear—deal with the future when it comes.”

“Yeah, little brother, you’re right,” Sun Wukong nodded, rising too. “Forget it. Forget it. I won’t go—that’s final!”

He shook his head vigorously, as if flinging away all his troubles.

Seeing this, Su Chen seized the moment to make his request.

“Brother Monkey, I’ve traveled all the way from the Western Continent, crossing two continents and an ocean—I’m truly exhausted. I’d like to find a quiet place to meditate and rest for a few days, restore my spirit. What do you say?”

He needed an excuse to lock himself away and study the scroll properly.

Sun Wukong immediately felt ashamed.

He’d been so caught up in his own joy, he’d forgotten his little brother had journeyed far, and today had been dragged into dealing with so many demon kings—he must be utterly drained.

“Damn! My bad!” Sun Wukong smacked his forehead, face full of apology. “Little brother, don’t worry—I’ll arrange it right away. I’ll find you the quietest, safest, most spiritually rich spot in Flower-Fruit Mountain.”

He treasured Su Chen dearly now.

He was the only fellow disciple left who could truly speak with him.

And he’d brought Master’s “secret directive”—a debt of immense gratitude.

Sun Wukong acted instantly. He grabbed Su Chen’s arm, returned to the Water Curtain Cave, and personally selected a stone chamber at its deepest recess.

This chamber sat at the convergence of the cave’s spiritual vein—its spiritual energy the densest, its location the most hidden, shielded by multiple layers of natural rock walls, ensuring absolute privacy and zero disturbance.

“Little brother, rest here in peace!” Sun Wukong pointed to the clean stone bed, beaming. “This chamber stays warm in winter, cool in summer, brimming with spiritual energy—perfect for meditation. Stay as long as you like. Don’t worry about anything outside!”

“Thank you, Brother Monkey,” Su Chen’s heart leapt—this was the perfect place for seclusion.

“No thanks needed! Brothers don’t say such formalities!” Sun Wukong waved dismissively. “Rest up. I’ll go now. Don’t worry—I’ll set up barriers. Not even a fly will get in.”

With that, he stepped out of the chamber and gently closed the heavy stone door.

“Boom...”

As the door sealed shut, the chamber plunged into absolute silence.

Su Chen stood in the center, listening to Sun Wukong’s fading footsteps, and exhaled slowly.

He waved his hand; several luminous pearls taken from the Canglang Cave flew to the chamber walls, casting a soft glow.

He then laid a simple alerting barrier at the entrance.

Though he trusted Sun Wukong wouldn’t disturb him, better safe than sorry.

Having finished, he finally relaxed.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, mental intent shifting—the plain wooden box from Qingxi Sword Sect appeared in his hands.

Slowly, he opened the box.

Inside lay the mysterious scroll—neither gold nor jade, radiating an ancient, timeless aura.

Su Chen stared at the two twisted, coiling primordial Dao characters on the scroll, their divine essence pulsing—his eyes burned with fervor.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the stone bed, placing the mysterious scroll upon his knees.

Since acquiring it, he’d sensed this object was no ordinary treasure—but lacking Heavenly Fate Points, he’d been unable to uncover its full secrets.

It felt like a man starved for three days, staring at a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, told he could only look, not eat—maddening.

Today, at last, he could glimpse its truth.

“Come on—let me see your true face!”