Chapter 8

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

As long as he struck, he would definitely be able to take down these two Netherworld runners, not to mention that he had changed his cultivation to the Battle Heaven Fighting Art at the shopkeeper's place.

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

However, Sun Wukong thought of another matter: wanting to go to the grocery store to read books or buy things requires exchange points.

To get exchange points, he needed various treasures.

Exchanging cultivation manuals is a one-time thing; the cultivation methods he realized himself also wouldn't work.

After all, Wu Feng had upgraded versions there, so these ordinary versions were naturally not in the grocery store's eyes.

Therefore, obtaining treasures was the most direct method.

"Two runners, old Sun asks you, does your Netherworld have treasures?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Treasures?" Black and White Impermanence were dumbfounded for a moment.

What did this monkey mean by asking them this?

"What, none?" Sun Wukong said.

"How could there be none?" White Impermanence said hurriedly, "The Netherworld has many treasures, like the legendary Book of Life and Death, the Judge's Pen, etc.; our mourning sticks and soul-hooking ropes are also treasures."

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

"…" Black and White Impermanence were dumbfounded for a moment, then came to their senses, "Sun Wukong, then follow us."

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

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Netherworld was also very different from the outside, not to mention some special buildings around.

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

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

"Oh, then many thanks," Sun Wukong showed a brilliant smile to these two Black and White Impermanence.

"Hmm, many thanks?" Question marks appeared in Black and White Impermanence's minds.

Sun Wukong is dead now, why would he still thank them?

Does the other party have a problem with their brain?

"Bang, bang…"

Two huge forces fell from the sky, hitting their heads heavily.

Black and White Impermanence closed their eyes and fainted directly on the ground; they didn't have any reaction at all.

The gap between the two was truly somewhat large.

"Sorry, I lack treasures," Sun Wukong shook his head, came to their side, and directly stripped away the mourning sticks, soul-hooking ropes, and even the clothes Black and White Impermanence were wearing.

It was truly leaving nothing behind.