Chapter 89: The Traitor

The Jiemie Demon God's blood‑curdling scream,

It was like ladling cold water into boiling oil,

making the already boiling venue burst wide open!

"Guide Dàorén? Which Guide Dàorén?"

"Who else could it be! That Saint of the Primordial Buddhist Sect!"

"Good heavens! Shouldn't he have fallen long ago?"

"How is he here? And… and kowtowing to a monkey?"

"The most outrageous part is, he's actually the Ninth Elder of the Exchange Hall! A Saint, reduced to a slave here?"

Countless voices of discussion, mixed with incomprehensible shock, gathered into a storm that swept across the entire auction.

All eyes of the living beings fell on Sun Wukong, the Jiemie Demon God,

and that old man kneeling on the ground, his forehead already bloodied from kowtowing, as they glanced back and forth.

They felt their brains were utterly inadequate.

What happened today has completely overturned their understanding of this world!

However, the Guide Dàorén at the storm's center had no spare attention for anyone's gaze.

In his world, only endless fear remained, and before him the monkey's face wearing a teasing smile.

He kowtowed frantically while, with a divine sense only he and Sun Wukong could hear, he moaned humbly.

"Great Sage! Great Sage, spare my life!"

"This old fool has eyes but fails to recognize Mount Tai! I didn't know it was your august presence! This old fool deserves ten thousand deaths! Ten thousand deaths!"

His divine sense trembled, filled with despair.

Sun Wukong, shouldering his Golden Cudgel, looked at him with interest and replied via divine sense.

"Tsk tsk."

"Shouldn't you be enjoying your twilight years in the Primordial pigsty?"

"How did you end up here in the Chaos Realm, acting as a watchdog?"

The mockery in those words was like red‑hot steel needles,

piercing the Guide Dàorén's heart till it bled, yet he dared not utter a hint of resentment.

His face was ashen, his divine sense brimming with endless regret and fear.

"Great Sage, see clearly! This old fool… this old fool managed to escape from that pigsty by luck,

merely hoping to scrape by in the Chaos Realm…"

"Who would have thought I'd end up here, seized by the chief of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall,

who wiped part of my memory, implanted a restriction, and made me a slave…"

"Great Sage! I beg you, for the sake of… for the sake of our old friendship from the Primordial days,

spare this old fool's dog's life!"

To save his life, he hardly hesitated,

then he sold out his new master completely.

"Great Sage! You must never trust this auction!"

The Guide's divine sense spoke extremely fast, fearing that if he slowed, his life would be forfeit.

"It's a trap! A complete trap!"

"It was set up jointly by the Jiemie Demon God and our chief!

that Chaos Core Fragment was already earmarked for the Jiemie Demon God!"

"They held this auction precisely to use this opportunity,

to lure out the other old monsters who had designs on the fragment and wipe them out in one sweep!"

Sun Wukong, hearing this, saw the smile in his eyes grow richer.

Turns out it's black‑eating‑black.

Kind of interesting.

Seeing Sun Wukong silent, the Guide Dàorén grew even more fearful,

thinking the other wouldn't spare him, he hurriedly offered his letter of allegiance.

"Great Sage! I know the true location of the treasury!"

"What's on the auction block is merely a projection!

the genuine article is hidden in the Exchange Hall's core treasury, guarded personally by the chief!"

He spilled everything he knew, like pouring out beans.

"This old fool knows the weakness of the treasury's formation!

I can help you! I can help you steal the fragment silently!"

"I only beg… I only beg that afterward you let me live; I'm willing to serve you as an ox or horse."

This former Buddhist Sect Saint, to stay alive, lowered his posture lower than dust.

Sun Wukong, hearing this, finally saw a hint of change in his teasing expression.

He appeared to ponder for a moment, as if weighing pros and cons.

Then, via divine sense, he slowly replied.

"Good."

"This old monkey, I promise not to kill you."

These few short words, landing in the Guide Dàorén's ears, were no less than a pronouncement of the Heavenly Dao!

"Thank you, Great Sage! Thank you, Great Sage, for the mercy of not killing!"

"As if the Welcoming Dàorén had been granted a great pardon, the force of his kowtowing grew even stronger,"

"It seemed as if he wanted to express all his gratitude through this action."

"Having gotten the answer he wanted, Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered to look any longer at that fawning old dog."

"He slowly turned his body, directing those eyes burning with golden flame,"

"He again directed his gaze toward the private room upstairs, that Jiemie Demon God whose complexion was uncertain."

"The atmosphere of the entire venue was ignited once again by his action!"

"Everyone wanted to know what this mysterious, powerful monkey intended to do next!"

"Then they heard a proclamation so arrogant that it made the entire Chaos Realm take notice!"

"Sun Wukong slammed the Golden Cudgel heavily onto the ground, emitting a tremendous sound that shook the Divine Soul."

"He pointed at the Jiemie Demon God, grinned, his smile full of undisguised provocation."

"\"Silent Extinction! \""

"\"Stop putting on an act there! \""

"\"This broken rock, I, Old Sun, have taken a liking to it! \""

"He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap from Jiǔtiān, exploding in the ears of every living being!"

"\"I bid—\""

"\"One drop of Pangu's essence blood! \""

"\"Plus! \""

"\"Your head!!! \""

"Boom!"

"As his words fell, the atmosphere of the entire venue was pushed toward an unprecedented white-hot fervor!"

"Everyone went crazy!"

"This is no longer a bidding!"

"This is a naked declaration of war!"

"Before countless mighty beings of the Chaos Realm, he declared war upon a long-famed Saint King!"

"The Jiemie Demon God's face instantly turned livid, veins bulging on his forehead!"

"When has he ever suffered such utter humiliation!"

"\"Monkey! You're courting death!!! \""

"He roared in anger, preparing to strike without hesitation."

"But Sun Wukong gave him no chance at all, completely ignoring his fury,"

"Instead, like a true seller, he began frantically bidding with the Jiemie Demon God."

"\"How? Too little? \""

"\"Then I'll add another! I'll also take the lives of your lackeys! \""

"On one hand, he verbally provoked the Jiemie Demon God wildly, attracting everyone's attention."

"On the other hand, he secretly, according to the divine sense guidance provided by the Welcoming Dàorén,"

"extended his divine sense, precisely locking onto the true treasury hidden behind layers of space."

"A perfect conspiracy is quietly unfolding!"

"Yao down below also received Sun Wukong's mental transmission at that moment."

"\"Xiao niaoer, get ready, listen to my command! \""

"Yao understood instantly, a flash of excitement crossing her beautiful eyes."

"She quietly stepped back behind the crowd, her jade-white hands,"

"beneath her wide sleeves, slowly forming a profound hand seal."

"An intangible Dao Rhythm belonging solely to the Illusion Dream Law began to flow subtly around her."

"A great show is about to begin!"