Chapter 22: A Proud Backbone Is No Match for a Banana Peel

The cloud head pressed down.

This is a desolate mountain.

The charred earth, the dead trees, and the air still lingered with a strong smell of blood and corpse rot.

Lion Camel Ridge.

Back then, the demonic qi here surged to the heavens, skulls rose like ridges, and bones as dense as a forest.

Now only a patch of Deathly Silence remains.

Sun Wukong casually tossed that five‑colored bird onto the ground.

Puff.

A wisp of green smoke rose.

The bird vanished.

In its place stood a stunningly beautiful woman clad in a five‑colored feathered robe.

Kong Xuan fell and sat on the ground.

Her hair bun was a bit messy, a few strands of dark hair clinging to her pale cheek.

She gasped heavily, her chest heaving violently.

That feeling of being forcibly compressed by the Great Dao's law into a lump was even more painful than a thousand knives.

Instinctively, she tried to summon her magical power to tidy her appearance.

There was no response.

Her dantian was empty, as if someone had hollowed it out.

The old Taoist's seal was still in effect.

"Don't waste your effort."

Sun Wukong sat cross‑legged on a large stone, pulling a banana from somewhere in his hand.

"Master's craft, if you can unravel it, old Sun will take your surname."

Kong Xuan bit her lip.

Those eyes, once proud and coldly beautiful, were now filled with humiliation and fury.

She is the Peacock Great Bright King.

She is a being to whom even a Saint must yield three points of respect.

Now she has become this mischievous monkey's prisoner, even... a pet.

"What do you want?"

Kong Xuan's voice trembled.

It's not fear.

It's anger.

Sun Wukong ignored her.

He handed the banana over.

"Peel it."

Kong Xuan was stunned.

She stared at the yellowish banana, then glanced at Sun Wukong's face begging for a beating.

"What did you say?"

"Old Sun says."

Sun Wukong scratched his ear.

"Peel— it."

"No hands?"

Kong Xuan sprang to her feet.

The five‑colored divine light was gone, but her proud backbone remained.

"A warrior may be killed, but must not be humiliated!"

"I am the son of Yuan Feng, and you dare..."

Slap.

Sun Wukong turned and slapped.

He didn't use force.

It was like chastising a disobedient maid.

Kong Xuan was stunned by the blow.

She covered her face, looking at Sun Wukong in disbelief.

"Why so much nonsense?"

Sun Wukong forced the banana into her hand.

"Either peel the banana."

"Or old Sun will pluck your beautiful feathers one by one."

"And turn them into a chicken‑feather duster."

Sun Wukong grinned, showing a set of white teeth.

Sen Han.

Kong Xuan shivered.

She saw through it.

This monkey is serious.

He really can do it.

That madman who even dares to extort a Saint, what else wouldn't he dare to do?

Kong Xuan took a deep breath.

He forced back the tears in his eyes.

His hand trembled.

He grasped the banana stem.

He tore.

The banana peel split open.

Revealing the white, tender flesh inside.

These hands once wielded the five-colored divine light, sweeping away all the world's spirit treasures.

Now, they are peeling a banana for a monkey.

"That's how it's supposed to be."

Sun Wukong snatched the banana in one hand and gulped it down in a few bites.

He tossed the banana peel casually at Kong Xuan's feet.

"Be more clever from now on."

"If you're a maid, you must have the enlightenment of a maid."

Kong Xuan stared intently at the banana peel on the ground.

His fingernail sank deep into his palm.

Fresh blood seeped out.

Wait.

Damn monkey!

As soon as I restore Xiūwéi, I will tear your body to pieces!

"Help… help…"

In the distance.

A faint wailing sound came from afar.

The voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows being pulled.

Kong Xuan jerked his head up.

That voice…

Is far too familiar.

It is her own younger brother, the Golden-winged Great Roc!

"Yo, still alive?"

Sun Wukong patted the banana residue off his hand and leapt off the stone.

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to see your precious little brother."

Sun Wukong crossed his arms, strolling forward like a landowner inspecting his domain.

Kong Xuan staggered clumsily behind.

They went around a massive rock.

The sight before them made Kong Xuan's pupils suddenly contract.

It was a huge flesh ball.

No feathers.

Bare and bald, skin and flesh flayed, drenched in blood.

It was the Golden-winged Great Roc whose feathers were stripped by the Bodhi Patriarch that day.

It lay collapsed in a pool of rotten mud.

Flies swarmed all around.

The once‑proud Golden-winged Great Roc that boasted of soaring ninety thousand li now resembled a condemned mangy dog.

"Sister… sister?"

The Great Roc's murky eyes fell upon Kong Xuan.

In that instant.

It was like a drowning person clutching at straw.

"Sister! Save me!"

"This monkey Fèi le me! He Fèi le me!"

"Sister, quickly use the five-colored divine light to brush him to death! Kill him! Slice his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs!"

The Great Roc writhed in the mud.

Its voice was venomous with resentment, full of madness.

It did not know Kong Xuan's current situation.

It only knew.

Sister has arrived.

The invincible Peacock Great Ming King has arrived.

This monkey is doomed.

Kong Xuan's body trembled.

She looked at her younger brother's pitiful state, her heart twisted like a knife.

But there was also a hint… Fear Heart Demon.

She instinctively looked toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's face was expressionless.

He walked up to Da Peng.

Standing high above.

"Still thinking of eating human flesh?"

"Eight hundred li of Lion‑Camel Kingdom."

"All the city's populace, into your belly."

"Even three‑year‑old children won't be spared."

Sun Wukong's voice was light.

Yet it was like a heavy hammer, striking each person's heart.

Da Peng was still shouting.

"What's wrong with eating people?!"

"I am of the Phoenix Bloodline! Those Mortals are merely ants! They are blood food!"

"I am the Tathagata uncle! My sister is Kong Xuan!"

"You dare kill me?!"

Puff—.

Sun Wukong laughed.

He lifted his foot.

The foot wearing step‑cloud shoes was not large.

Yet it was as heavy as Mount Tai.

It stepped directly onto Da Peng's dantian.

"Ah——!!!"

The Cànjiào was extremely mournful.

Crack!.

It was the sound of a Golden Core shattering.

It was also the sound of Da Peng's tens‑of‑thousands‑year Xiūwéi collapsing.

Sun Wukong's toe ground.

Like crushing a cigarette butt.

It turned that shattered Golden Core, together with Da Peng's cultivation foundation, into powder.

Da Peng's body convulsed sharply a few times.

His eyes turned white.

He fainted completely.

"You…"

Kong Xuan covered her mouth.

Her complexion was as pale as paper.

"Fèi le?"

Sun Wukong withdrew his foot and brushed the bloodstain on the grass.

"Cheapened him."

"If I, Old Sun, had my old temper, I would have turned him into grilled wings long ago."

He turned around.

He looked at the trembling Kong Xuan.

In those Fiery Golden Eyes, there was no mercy.

"Remember this."

"Your Phoenix Bloodline, your Saint background."

"Here with Old Sun."

"Useless."

"If you commit evil, you must repay with life."

Kong Xuan lowered her head.

She dared not meet his gaze.

At that moment.

Her proud heart finally cracked open a fissure.

Fear Heart Demon.

True Fear Heart Demon.

This monkey is not joking.

He truly does not care.

Whether it is the Tathagata, the Jade Emperor, or she, the Great Ming King.

In his eyes.

It's all a matter of a single stick.

Whoosh—

At the horizon, a wave of heat suddenly rolled up.

The fiery red cloud mass, like a ball of blazing fire, rushed rapidly.

That is the aura of the Samadhi True Fire.

Two huge fire wheels, drawing two long trails of flame in the air.

Wind Fire Wheel.

A boy wearing a red dudou, with a Universe Ring hanging from his neck, swooped down from the clouds.

Fine eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Only that doll-like face now full of anxiety.

Monkey!

The person hasn't arrived yet.

The voice exploded first.

With a hint of a crying tone.

And endless grievance.

Nezha.

Three Altars Sea Assembly Great God.

Has arrived.

Sun Wukong raised his head.

Looking at that familiar figure.

On his originally cold face, finally a genuine smile appeared.

Yo.

Isn't this the Third Prince?

How?

Did you go out without checking the almanac and wet your pants?