Chapter 47: Give Her a Nudge, I

The joy still rang.

Sun Wukong sat on the tower tip, the sunflower seed between his fingers half‑peeled.

He hadn't put it in his mouth.

The golden hue in his Fiery Golden Eyes suddenly sank.

It turned into a pool of Dead Water.

The husband's clapper was about to strike the third beat.

That was the instant of yin‑yang transition, the thinnest crack in Heaven's rules.

The shadow came alive.

Without any omen, something seemed to peel away from the shadow beneath Sun Wukong's feet.

It was not light, not wind.

It was a black blade that reflected no light.

It ignored the mixed‑primordial holy power surrounding Sun Wukong that could crush the void, passing through like water and appearing directly at his hind heart.

A distance of an inch.

It was a Rule Blade forged by the Chaos Stubborn Stone, cutting not flesh but fate itself.

Only now did the killing intent finally erupt.

"Die."

A thought detonated straight into Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness, carrying a rotting iron‑rust smell.

Too fast.

This was a death‑swap kill, betting that the newly‑sanctified monkey wouldn't react in time.

A chill even pricked the monkey hair on Sun Wukong's back.

At that split‑second of life and death.

A beam of light barged in recklessly.

Azure, yellow, red, white, black.

Five colors swirled, unmatched in dominance.

Kong Xuan kept watching him.

From the moment she said "tasty," the Peacock Great Bright King's divine thought never left that monkey.

She didn't use the five‑colored divine light to sweep that dagger.

That was a Chaotic weapon; divine light might block it, but not necessarily fully.

She didn't gamble.

She rammed her body straight into it.

"Puff."

A faint muffled sound exploded like thunder in Sun Wukong's ears.

The black blade pierced his left shoulder.

The radiant five‑colored feathered robe dimmed instantly; the once‑invulnerable Peacock true form, before the Chaos killing aura, became as fragile as paper.

The black aura, like a festering wound on bone, crazily drilled toward the heart vein.

"Uh…"

Kong Xuan's figure flickered, a strand of glaring scarlet spilling from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't retreat.

That hand, which had once stroked a lute and danced, now turned into the fiercest claw, gripping tightly the black hand holding a blade in the void.

Nails shattered, fingertips embedded in black mist, blood gushing.

"Got it."

Her face turned as pale as paper, yet she faced the suddenly turning Sun Wukong with a faint smile.

Carrying a hint of triumphant cunning.

Sun Wukong turned.

The sunflower seed shell turned into flying ash at his fingertips.

Looking at the woman who usually held her head so proudly toward Heaven, now hanging on the blade tip like a rag doll.

Blood stained half the sky red.

Boom!

The string in Sun Wukong's mind called "Reason" snapped.

No roar.

No bellow.

The air of Xi Liang Nü Guo was drained in an instant.

All those still celebrating, whether Mortals or demons,

felt a shiver emanating from deep within their souls, the instinctual fear of lower beings before a top predator.

Sun Wukong extended his hand.

It was not the Golden Cudgel.

His palm surged like a storm, black scales instantly covering it, fingertips wrapped with dark red thunder that could destroy all.

The Chaotic Demon God's true form partially manifested.

"Crack."

That black shadow hadn't even reacted before the massive hand squeezed its "head".

That is where the true spirit resides.

"You are the first."

Sun Wukong's voice was light, as light as a lover's whisper.

"Dare to hurt me in front of old Sun?"

His five fingers suddenly closed together.

That top‑class assassin, who possessed Quasi‑Saint peak cultivation and roamed the cracks of time and space, hadn't even finished the thought of begging for mercy.

Bang!

The black mist burst apart.

It wasn't a simple pinching death.

From Sun Wukong's palm surged raging true solar fire and Chaos Realm's killing aura, two forces opposite in nature yet equally destructive.

The assassin's true spirit was repeatedly ground under these two forces, as if they were a millstone.

"Ah—!!"

The Cànjiào rang only half a sound before abruptly stopping.

Completely erased.

Even the chance to be reborn as a beast was denied.

Even the karmic thread of this world was violently snapped by that grab.

No such demon remains in the world.

After killing the assassin, the malicious aura on Sun Wukong not only didn't dissipate but grew a few shades richer.

He turned, and those slightly crimson eyes fell upon Kong Xuan.

The malicious aura instantly solidified.

In its place was a flash of unprecedented helplessness.

"Peacock…"

Great Sage Equal to Heaven's hand trembled.

He wanted to help, yet feared he would damage her; both hands froze mid‑air, looking both comical and pitiful.

Kong Xuan's body went limp and fell straight down.

Sun Wukong hurriedly caught her, letting her lean against his chest.

The faint, unique sandalwood scent that had been there was now completely masked by a rust‑like smell of blood.

"It's okay…"

Kong Xuan winced in pain, her brows knit, the stray hairs on her forehead soaked with cold sweat, "I won't die… it's just that this clothing is torn, doesn't look good."

"Shut up!"

Sun Wukong let out a low bark and pressed his palm against her back.

The vast, sea‑like mixed‑origin holy power poured in as if it were free.

It domineeringly flushed the toxins, protected the heart meridian, and reshaped vitality.

"That is the 'Shadow Demon'."

At Ling Tai Fangcun Mountain, Bodhi Patriarch's voice was unusually stern, "Chaos Realm's residual evil, not very powerful but extremely vicious. This is aimed at your Dao Fruit."

"If he dares to come again, I'll flip the Chaos Realm over and kill him again!"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, his ferocity laid bare.

"That girl…"

Bodhi paused, his tone gaining a hint of praise, "Phoenix Nirvana Body—if it were someone else they'd have died early. Consider you, the mischievous monkey, fortunate."

Hearing his master's words, Sun Wukong's hanging heart finally settled halfway.

The black blood was forced out, and the wound began to heal.

He casually tore off the scarlet cloak behind him and, clumsily, wrapped Kong Xuan tightly.

Kong Xuan curled within the warm cloak, her nose filled with the domineering scent emanating from the monkey.

A bit overwhelming.

Yet it made one feel so safe it brought tears.

She raised her eyelids and looked at that thunder‑god face.

Usually this monkey always acted as if the world belonged to him, but now those golden eyes were filled only with annoyance and lingering fear.

"Hey," she called weakly.

"Hurts?"

Sun Wukong's hand trembled, and the force instantly lightened a bit.

"Am I especially stupid?"

Kong Xuan looked at him, her voice light, "It could have been brushed away with divine light, yet you insisted on using your body to block."

Really, you didn't think.

The instant she saw the blade flash, she only wanted to push him away.

Just like back then when she saw that monkey under Wǔxíng Shān, filthy to death, yet she couldn't help but fall down.

Sun Wukong's movement halted.

He lowered his head, his gaze lingering on that pale face for a long while.

The night wind ruffled the golden hair atop his head.

"It's stupidity."

Sun Wukong muttered quietly.

He tightened his arms, holding her even tighter, as if afraid someone would come to snatch her away.

"More stupid than Zhu Bajie."

Kong Xuan's light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

"But from now on..."

Sun Wukong raised his head, gazing into the endless void, his golden pupils burning with two clusters of mad flames.

He bared his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs.

"You are Old Sun's person."

"Whoever moves you, I will exterminate his whole clan."

Kong Xuan was stunned.

Immediately, she buried her face in that hard chest, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Yet she was smiling.

That smile tugged at her wound, making her gasp in pain, but her heart felt as if it had been filled with an entire jar of honey.

"From now on, will you protect me?"

"Nonsense."

Sun Wukong lifted her horizontally in one arm, the Golden Cudgel turning into a stream of light that shot into his ear.

He stepped onto the tower's peak with one foot.

Boom!

The tower trembled, spiderweb-like cracks spreading.

He held that blood-soaked woman, his figure standing straight like a spear,

Facing the myriad gods and buddhas above, facing the Chaotic Demon God lurking in the darkness, he issued the most arrogant declaration.

"Even if the heavens collapse, I will hold them up."

"If you want to move her..."

"Unless you step over the corpse of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"