Chapter 38: Saint Falls from Horse

Jieyin was awakened by a basin of cold water.

Seawater, salty and damp, mixed with sand, choked into his nasal cavity.

He coughed violently, his lungs feeling like they were about to burst.

He opened his eyes.

A hairy face with a thunder‑god's mouth loomed before his eyes, hand gripping a broken wooden bucket.

"Awake?"

Sun Wukong tossed the wooden bucket aside casually.

Jieyin shivered.

He wanted to mobilize Saint power to shield himself.

His dantian was empty.

That feeling was like a mortal starving for three days and three nights, limbs going weak.

"Great…… Great Sage……"

Jieyin shrank back.

Behind him were a pair of feet clad in cloth shoes.

He stiffly turned his head.

Bodhi Patriarch was lowering his head to look at him, holding a few freshly peeled melon seeds in his hand.

"Where's the vigor that just wanted to blast the primordial wilderness?"

Bodhi tossed the melon seeds into his mouth, chewing them with a crisp sound.

Jieyin knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against broken stones.

"Fellow Daoist…… Fellow Daoist Xuputi, I was momentarily possessed……"

"Possessed?"

Bodhi bent down.

His hand rested on Jieyin's shoulder.

It was light.

But Jieyin's bones gave out a brittle sound, unable to bear the weight.

"Colluding with Rahu—is that being possessed?"

"Drawing the demon realm in—is that being possessed?"

Bodhi's voice had no inflection.

It was as if he were commenting on today's nice weather.

"No matter how savage the primordial wilderness, it was opened by Pangu and is where Laozi resides."

"You brought outsiders in to tear down the home."

"That's biting the hand that feeds you."

The flesh on Jieyin's face trembled.

"I was wrong…… I really was wrong…… for the sake of Teacher Hongjun's face……"

"Don't mention that earthworm."

Bodhi interrupted him.

His fingers gripped Jieyin's crown.

His fingertips glowed with a gray‑white light.

That was the law of Chaos.

Jieyin's pupils dilated.

He felt it.

Something was being forcibly ripped from his body.

That was his Dao Fruit.

It was the Saint status he earned after listening to the Dao for ten thousand years in the Purple Azure Palace and making forty‑eight great vows.

"No——"

Jieyin let out a pig‑squealing howl.

His hands clenched Bodhi's wrist, nails breaking, blood flowing freely.

"Please…… don't……"

"Without the Saint position, will you die?"

Bodhi asked very seriously.

Without waiting for Jieyin's answer, he shook his head on his own.

"Immortals do not die or perish; that is the establishment granted by the Heavenly Dao."

"Laozi will cancel your registration today."

"Pfft."

A soft sound.

Like pulling a radish and bringing up dirt.

A blindingly brilliant golden ball of light was forcibly yanked from Jieyin's mind by Bodhi.

The golden light separated from his body.

Jieyin's body quickly withered.

His formerly plump face instantly became covered in wrinkles.

The smooth scalp sprouted age spots.

Teeth fell out.

The spine hunched.

Only three breaths.

That lofty leader of Xīfāng Jiào turned into a dying old man on the brink of death.

Boom—

The sky suddenly darkened.

The Yúncéng, originally reddened by demonic aura, now turned ink‑black.

Heavy rain poured down in sheets.

The rainwater was red.

Blood rain.

The entire primeval earth wailed.

The gale howled, as if mourning.

The Saint fell, Heaven and Earth mourn together.

Although not completely dead, the Life Rank is gone.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, this is death.

Mount Huaguo's demons, drenched in the blood rain, opened their mouths one by one, forgetting to dodge.

Niu Mo Wang reached out and wiped the blood from his face.

"Good boy…"

"Really Fèi le?"

He looked at the old man collapsed in the mud, and a chill rose in his heart.

This is a Saint!

Even the Tong Tian Sect Leader's execution sword formation back then wasn't this tragic.

Ten thousand li away.

Below the ruins of the old site of Ling Shan.

A mouse poked its head out from a brick crack.

It was the hidden Zhun Ti.

He watched the sky filled with blood rain, feeling the pain that came from bloodlines intertwined.

"Senior Brother…"

Zhun Ti pulled his head back.

He clamped his mouth tightly, daring not to make a sound.

His body trembled like a winnowing sieve.

Too ruthless.

This Bodhi is even more demonic than a demon god.

Mount Huaguo's summit.

Bodhi kneaded that clump of Saint's Primordial Source into a ball and slipped it into his sleeve.

He kicked the dead dog on the ground.

"Don't play dead."

Jie Yin lay in the mud, eyes vacant.

Muddy saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Fèi le.

Completely Fèi le.

Aside from this immortal Saint's body shell, he is now even less than a Mortal.

"Sun Wukong."

Bodhi clapped his hands.

"How do we deal with this old thing?"

Sun Wukong carried the staff and walked over.

He glanced at Jie Yin.

His gaze was full of contempt.

"Killing him would dirty my hands."

"Since he likes to lure wolves into the house, let him taste what it's like to be livestock."

Sun Wukong pointed toward the back mountain.

"There's a pigpen over there, originally for Ba Jie."

"Now Ba Jie has returned to Gao Lao Zhuang to enjoy his bliss, leaving that spot empty is wasteful."

Bodhi nodded.

"Alright."

"Quite suitable for him."

He flicked his sleeve.

Jie Yin's body shot up, tracing a parabola.

"Snap."

He fell heavily into the pigpen behind the mountain.

Several wild boars that had not yet awakened their spiritual intelligence were startled, oinking as they crowded in.

Jie Yin lay in the pig dung.

The heavy rain drenched his aged face.

He moved his fingers.

He wanted to drive away the male boar that was rooting at his face.

He had no strength.

The male boar seemed to feel that this new companion tasted off, and it opened its mouth and bit his ear.

Ah——

Jie Yin let out a hoarse groan.

Former master of the Blissful Realm.

Now a diner in the pigpen.

Bodhi stood at the cliff's edge, watching the commotion over there.

From now on, cultivate the Dao there.

When will you fully understand why pigs don't eat people, yet people eat pigs?

When will I let you out again?

Of course.

Just take it as idle talk.

Those few wild boars were a special breed Sun Wukong deliberately caught; their skin is rough, their meat thick, and they love to gnash their teeth.

Jie Yin's saintly flesh is just enough for them to grind for tens of thousands of years.

The wind stopped.

The blood rain gradually dispersed.

Demonic qi was washed clean by this rain.

Sunlight once again fell upon Mount Huaguo.

The surviving little demons began to crawl out from the cracks in the stones.

They gazed at the two figures on the mountain peak.

Their gazes were fervent.

After this battle.

Mount Huaguo is no longer the mountain of the demon race.

This is a forbidden zone of the Three Realms.

Even a Saint has been broken here; who dares to come cause trouble now?

Sun Wukong sat on a large stone at the edge of the cliff.

He paid no heed to the cheering little demons.

The Golden Cudgel lay across his knees.

His hand lightly stroked the fine cracks on the staff's body.

That was left from his hard clash with the God‑Slaying Spear just now.

Master.

Sun Wukong suddenly spoke.

Huh?

Bodhi was studying that clump of Saint's Primordial Source, without raising his head.

I feel something's off.

Sun Wukong covered his chest.

There is a ball of fire burning there.

It is not anger.

It is a kind of power that wants to burst his body apart.

The fight just now was incredibly satisfying.

Especially that final strike.

The feeling of wanting to split heaven and earth let him touch some kind of ceiling.

Are your bones itchy?

Bodhi glanced at him.

No.

Sun Wukong stood up.

The joints on his body cracked and popped.

A terrifying aura burst uncontrollably from his pores.

The surrounding space began to warp.

The rocks under his feet silently turned to powder.

I feel……

The sky feels a bit lower.

Bodhi's hand halted.

He raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong.

In those golden pupils, the disciple's figure was reflected.

They laughed.

"If it's short, just pierce it."

Bodhi tossed that clump of Saint's Primordial Source into their mouth, chewing it like candy.

"Go sit on top."

"As your Master, I'll keep watch for you."