Chapter 20

"Bajie." Marshal Tianpeng’s gaze was stunned. "Protector of the Horses, who is this Bajie you speak of?"

"Who is Bajie? Isn't it you?" Sun Wukong laughed. "In the future, you will become a pig demon named Bajie."

"Pig demon?" Marshal Tianpeng’s face turned dark.

He was a dignified general of the Heavenly Court in charge of eighty thousand heavenly soldiers.

His status among the immortals and gods was not something ordinary immortals and gods could compare to.

Even Li Jing, to a certain extent, could not compare to him; after all, Marshal Tianpeng was directly under the Great Emperor Ziwei.

But now, this Protector of the Horses before him actually said he would be a pig demon, which made Marshal Tianpeng furious.

"A mere Protector of the Horses dares to insult me like this." Marshal Tianpeng said angrily. "Protector of the Horses, I will let you know the gap between Marshal Tianpeng and the Protector of the Horses."

"How big is it? Are you stronger than me?" Sun Wukong smiled.

Sun Wukong did not care about Marshal Tianpeng’s anger.

In Journey to the West, Zhu Bajie could only be the second senior brother under him, so Sun Wukong would teach Zhu Bajie what the love of a senior brother was.

Although Sun Wukong came to the Heavenly Court to be an official, he was not sincere about it.

Protector of the Horses, what kind of official was that? Sun Wukong already knew from the Journey to the West story.

This time, he would not be angry just because the Protector of the Horses was a minor official.

He came to the Heavenly Court, and that was not his purpose.

"Stronger than you." Marshal Tianpeng laughed. "I, the dignified Marshal Tianpeng, am naturally stronger than you."

As soon as the words fell, a Nine-Toothed Rake appeared in Marshal Tianpeng’s hand; that was his weapon.

"Protector of the Horses, take this!"

Marshal Tianpeng turned into a white light and rushed toward Sun Wukong.

Although it was impossible for Marshal Tianpeng to kill Sun Wukong, teaching him a little lesson was no problem.

He would let this Sun Wukong before him understand what strength was.

"Hehe, Bajie, well done." Sun Wukong’s eyes radiated light, and his weapon, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, appeared in his hand.

The Marshal Tianpeng before him, in Sun Wukong’s view, also had decent strength.

He also had the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

If Sun Wukong hadn't improved his strength because of the grocery store, it would be hard to say whether he could defeat this Marshal Tianpeng.

Perhaps in the future, this Marshal Tianpeng, who became a pig demon, would have his strength weakened.

But from the grocery store, Sun Wukong had gained many harvests.

Both being Taiyi Golden Immortals, Sun Wukong had already walked further down the path.

"Take this!" Sun Wukong laughed and also rushed toward Marshal Tianpeng.

"Clang..."

The Nine-Toothed Rake and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel collided, emitting an earth-shattering sound.

Marshal Tianpeng, who was originally confident, suddenly had his expression stiffen.

Marshal Tianpeng had originally thought he could easily defeat Sun Wukong, but he discovered that he seemed to have miscalculated.

"Damn it." Feeling the terrifying power transmitted from his hands, Marshal Tianpeng cursed in a low voice, and then his whole body was knocked flying.

"Battle Heaven Fighting Art." Sun Wukong circulated the cultivation technique within his body, and the terrifying power continued to increase.

One must know that this technique was much more powerful than the Great Grade Heavenly Immortal Art.

"Boom boom boom..."

Continuous booming sounds rang out here, and those heavenly soldiers were somewhat dumbfounded.

The collision of these two Taiyi Golden Immortal strengths was not something they could provoke.

And even if they went to help, they couldn't help much.

Not to mention, Sun Wukong and their general were both officials of the Heavenly Court; perhaps the two were just sparring.

Those heavenly soldiers thought so.

A moment later.

Marshal Tianpeng fell to the ground, his expression one of disbelief.

He was defeated, defeated by this monkey before him.

"Why, Bajie, do you admit defeat?" Sun Wukong smiled.

Toward this future fellow pilgrim, Sun Wukong still had some good feelings.

"I am not Bajie." Marshal Tianpeng said.

"You are not Bajie now, but you will be in the future." Sun Wukong said calmly.

"I will definitely not become a pig demon in the future." Marshal Tianpeng retorted.

As one of the few immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court, how could he become a demon, let alone a pig demon?

"Whatever you say." Sun Wukong didn't say anything more and prepared to leave; he was here to find treasures, not to chat with Marshal Tianpeng.

"By the way."

Sun Wukong’s eyes suddenly lit up.

He thought of what the shopkeeper had told him before: if other people came, he could get a portion of exchange points.

Marshal Tianpeng should be a very good choice.

According to what he said, he currently commanded eighty thousand heavenly soldiers, so it should be convenient for him to obtain some treasures.

"Bajie, do you want to get rid of your fate? The fate of becoming a pig demon. If you want to get rid of it, then come to Mount Huaguo when the time comes."

As soon as the words fell, Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and disappeared; he had to find a good place.

"Get rid of fate." Marshal Tianpeng’s eyes flickered.

Could it be that what Sun Wukong said was all true?

But the future.

How could a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal calculate that?

Even a Quasi-Saint powerhouse couldn't, right?

"Perhaps the monkey was just talking nonsense." Marshal Tianpeng took a deep breath.

No matter what, Marshal Tianpeng could not imagine himself becoming a pig demon.

Not to mention Zhu Bajie’s constant suspicion, Sun Wukong left the Tianhe and wandered around the Heavenly Court. What he didn't expect was that this time he saw a palace.

Tushita Palace.

If he remembered correctly, that was where Taishang Laojun was.

In the Journey to the West story, it was here that he ate many elixirs, which improved his own strength.

"Elixirs should also be treasures; perhaps I can exchange them for something at the shopkeeper’s." Sun Wukong chuckled and walked toward the inside.

"Sun Wukong, this is the place where I refine elixirs; why have you come here?" Just as Sun Wukong was walking toward Tushita Palace, an old voice rang in his ears.

That was the voice of Taishang Laojun.

"..." Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, his face full of embarrassment; he saw an old Daoist walking out of the palace.

From the shopkeeper, Sun Wukong understood the power of Taishang Laojun; forcing his way into Tushita Palace should be impossible.

"Laojun, I got lost." Sun Wukong chuckled.

"Lost." Taishang Laojun looked at Sun Wukong, his eyes radiating light, and pointed in a direction. "Sun Wukong, your place is over there."

"Haha, thank you, thank you..." Saying this, Sun Wukong flew away rapidly.

"Sun Wukong." Taishang Laojun was thoughtful. "He actually knows me."

As one of the three corpses of Laozi, Taishang Laojun naturally understood that Sun Wukong was the protagonist of the Great Calamity five hundred years later.