Chapter 5: Sun Wukong

The mere Black and White Impermanence of the Netherworld were not in Sun Wukong’s eyes.

As long as he struck, he could definitely take down these two Netherworld officials, not to mention that he had changed his cultivation to the Battle Heaven Technique at the shopkeeper’s.

That was much more powerful than the Great Grade Heavenly Immortal Art.

However, Sun Wukong thought of another matter: to go to the grocery shop to read books or buy things, he needed exchange points.

To get exchange points, he needed all kinds of treasures.

Exchanging cultivation techniques was a one-time deal; the techniques he realized himself wouldn't work either.

After all, Wu Feng had upgraded versions, so these ordinary versions were naturally not valued by the grocery shop.

Therefore, obtaining treasures was the most direct method.

"Two officials, let me ask, does your Netherworld have any treasures?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Treasures?" The Black and White Impermanence were stunned.

What did this monkey mean by asking them this?

"What, you don't have any?" Sun Wukong said.

"How could we not?" the White Impermanence said hurriedly. "The Netherworld has many treasures, like the legendary Life and Death Book, the Judge’s Brush, etc. Our mourning sticks and soul-hooking ropes are also treasures."

"Oh." Sun Wukong’s eyes darted, and he nodded slightly. "Fine, then let’s go to the Netherworld."

"..." The Black and White Impermanence were stunned, then came to their senses. "Sun Wukong, then come with us."

As time passed, Sun Wukong and the Black and White Impermanence slowly walked into the Netherworld.

The spiritual energy of the Netherworld was very different from the outside world, not to mention the special buildings around.

"Two officials, we have arrived at the Netherworld, right?" Sun Wukong continued to ask.

"Yes, Sun Wukong. We will see Lord Yama King very soon," the White Impermanence said in a deep voice.

"Oh, then thank you very much." Sun Wukong gave a brilliant smile to the two Black and White Impermanence.

"Hmm, thank you?" Question marks appeared in the minds of the Black and White Impermanence.

Sun Wukong was dead now, why would he thank them?

Was there something wrong with his brain?

"Bang, bang..."

Two massive forces fell from the sky and struck their heads heavily.

The Black and White Impermanence closed their eyes and fainted on the ground; they didn't even have a chance to react.

The gap between them was truly quite large.

"Sorry, I am short on treasures." Sun Wukong shook his head, walked to the two, and stripped them of their mourning sticks, soul-hooking ropes, and even the clothes they were wearing.

He left absolutely nothing behind. ===== CHAPTER 10 =====

"Clap, clap..."

Sun Wukong clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, a few more treasures. Now, let’s go for a stroll in the Netherworld."

Just like that, scenes of people being knocked out appeared from time to time throughout the Netherworld.

And everything on the people who were knocked out disappeared.

"What happened to me..." The Black and White Impermanence rubbed their heads, feeling a bit dizzy.

The two looked at each other and both burst into laughter.

"White Impermanence, you are too funny, you aren't wearing anything."

"You have the nerve to say that? You are the same."

"What..."

"Wait, why did we become like this? We seemed to be capturing Sun Wukong earlier. Where is Sun Wukong?"

"He’s gone! Quick, quick, report to Lord Yama King!"

The Black and White Impermanence hurried toward the Yama Hall.

Yama Hall.

"What? Sun Wukong is gone?" Yama King’s eyes widened. "Find him! You must find him!"

For Yama King, capturing Sun Wukong was a request from the Buddhist Sect.

Truth be told, the power of the Netherworld could not compare to the Buddhist Sect.

After all, the Buddhist Sect had two Saints, while the Netherworld barely had one.

Not to mention that in the Netherworld, there was also the big shot Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting there.

This made the Netherworld somewhat awkward.

Therefore, Yama King and the others would not refuse the Buddhist Sect’s request; it wasn't a big deal after all.

But now that Sun Wukong was gone, this task seemed impossible to complete.

This was why Yama King was anxious.

"Yes..."

At this moment, the entire Netherworld was mobilized.

Afterward, Yama King discovered scenes that made him want to cough up blood: many Netherworld officials had been stripped naked.

Sun Wukong was more of a robber than a robber.

Was this still the Sun Wukong who caused havoc in the Dragon Palace?

This made Yama King want to cough up blood.

At the same time, deep in the Netherworld, there was a palace.

This palace was where the Great Emperor of Fengdu resided.

The Great Emperor of Fengdu, his status could be said to be second only to Houtu, who transformed into the cycle of reincarnation.

In the Netherworld, he could be said to be above ten thousand people, under only one.

The other Ghost Emperors, as well as those Yama Kings, were all below the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

"Great Emperor of Fengdu, regarding Sun Wukong causing chaos in the Netherworld, do we need to take action?" the Eastern Ghost Emperor Cai Yulei asked respectfully to the man wearing a crown above.

"Eastern Ghost Emperor, Sun Wukong’s matter is a request from the Buddhist Sect. We have already taken action this time; do we still have to clean up their mess?" The Great Emperor of Fengdu’s eyes flashed with cold light. "You must know that the current Buddhist Sect is somewhat rampant."

"I understand." Eastern Ghost Emperor Cai Yulei nodded.

"And a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal cannot do much. Perhaps..." The Northern Great Emperor of Fengdu’s gaze looked in one direction; that was exactly where Sun Wukong was heading.

Similarly, that place also had some connection to the Buddhist Sect.

That was the place of one of the powerful Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist Sect: Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, in the Buddhist Sect, had made a vow: "If hell is not empty, I will not become a Buddha."

But as long as living beings exist, how could hell be empty?

Precisely because of this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would likely never become a Buddha.

Now that Sun Wukong was heading there, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva should do something.

He, as the actual power-holder of hell, did not need to take action at all.

"This is..." Sun Wukong looked at the hall in front of him that seemed to be bathed in Buddha light and scratched his head. "How could there be a Buddha hall in the Netherworld?"

"Forget it, let’s go in and take a look; maybe there will be good things inside." Sun Wukong’s eyes carried a cunning light, and he turned into a ray of light and shot over.

During this time, Sun Wukong had gained a lot in the Netherworld. ===== CHAPTER 11 =====