Chapter 793: What to Do Without Magic Treasures?

"The Dharma is boundless."

Blood Talismans — Iron Armor, Healing, Substitute Death, Invisibility, Swift Wind!

Enhance, enhance, enhance again.

Enhancing costs no money anyway.

Tang Luo sat high above the clouds, the boundless Dharma empowering him, as the Blood Talismans descended upon Sun Wu and the others.

Sun Wu and the others, originally at a disadvantage and in dire straits, instantly turned the situation around.

Leaving the Twenty-Eight Mansions suffering in silence.

After the Jade Emperor issued his decree, the Twenty-Eight Mansions naturally dared not disobey and descended to the mortal realm one after another as required.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions were not originally human; they were all monsters who had cultivated to immortality. Transforming their identities after descending was not difficult.

They occupied mountains as kings, attracting groups of monsters and even cultivators to pledge allegiance, establishing their own dominions.

This counted as drawing a clear line with the Heavenly Court.

Then, naturally, they started fighting with Sun Wukong and the others.

Generally speaking, in normal warfare, one can only win a hundred battles through knowing oneself and the enemy; understanding the opponent's intelligence is a basic operation.

Unless one's own strength is truly powerful to a certain degree, with absolute certainty of victory, one does not need any intelligence support.

Otherwise, the opponent's intelligence is not to say the key to victory, but at least an important weight for victory.

But the Twenty-Eight Mansions cannot do this.

The reason is none other than: they dare not.

They truly dare not.

They descended to the mortal realm and stirred up a bit of commotion; the Great Heavenly Demon did not react, which counted as a good omen.

Then what? Start further probing the Great Heavenly Demon's bottom line?

Pah!

This is what the Jade Emperor and his ilk are doing; the Twenty-Eight Mansions are merely pawns used to probe the Great Heavenly Demon.

As pawns, how could the Twenty-Eight Mansions possibly take the initiative to move closer?

From the start they had long since planned it: meet Sun Wukong and the others, waste no words, attack directly, eliminate one person at the fastest speed, then flee at the fastest speed.

However many they could escape would be however many.

In short, just minimally fulfill the Jade Emperor's decree.

The idea of truly risking their lives to probe the Great Heavenly Demon Xuanzang's thoughts — they did not have that kind of foolish loyalty.

Moreover, the Twenty-Eight Mansions were still quite confident in their own strength.

The twenty-eight of them had varying strengths; the strong ones like Kui Mu Lang could rival the former Marshal Tianpeng.

The weak ones were not absent either; a few could not even compare to the former "Curtain-Rolling General."

But when the Twenty-Eight Mansions joined forces, the increase in strength was not additive, but multiplicative.

As long as the Great Heavenly Demon did not act, the Twenty-Eight Mansions had absolute confidence to swiftly kill one of the scripture-fetching party.

No matter how you put it, the Twenty-Eight Mansions had more or less figured out the current composition of the scripture-fetching team — inside were actually two mortals, plus a reckless little monster.

One of the mortals was the reincarnation of the Buddhist Golden Cicada; they dared not move against him.

The other mortal and the reckless little monster were as good as dead!

When the scripture-fetching team stepped into their sphere of influence, the Twenty-Eight Mansions wasted no words; all twenty-eight poured out and attacked immediately.

In a short time they nearly killed Gao Cuilan and the White Bone Spirit.

They simply never expected that this mortal and little monster actually possessed not-weak strength?

With the initiative lost, wanting to kill again was no longer that simple.

Sun Wukong's reincarnation is no vegetarian.

What surprised the Twenty-Eight Mansions even more was the Golden Cicada's reincarnation, that proper scripture-fetcher.

Clearly he should be a man of the Buddhist Great Thunderclap Temple, yet he stood on the Great Heavenly Demon's side.

His strength was also very great; one person blocked a full eight Star Mansions, not falling into the slightest disadvantage.

He didn't even use weapons or magic treasures; even Sun Wukong's reincarnation at least used a staff.

Yet this Golden Cicada's reincarnation faced the enemy with just a pair of iron fists, his magic power profound and astonishing; his difficulty to deal with was not much less than the demon monkey.

Moreover, if one were to say there was anyone else in the scripture-fetching party who was hard to kill, it was precisely this Golden Cicada's reincarnation.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions did not want to kill this one and then be held in grudge by the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The Jade Emperor's big shots have their ideas; these small fry also have their own ideas.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions all acted together, yet unexpectedly could not take down the scripture-fetching team.

The scene instantly deadlocked a bit.

They were also decisive types; seeing it would drag on, with a Great Heavenly Demon still watching from above, they unhesitatingly took out the magic treasures they had taken from the treasury.

Instantly turning the originally six-four situation into a nine-one situation.

In just a few breaths, Ao Yu, Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong's reincarnation, the Golden Cicada's reincarnation — the few strongest — all suffered injuries.

On the contrary, Gao Cuilan and the White Bone Spirit were uninjured — this was related to Sun Wu and Zhu Bajie's protection.

There was also one uninjured: Sha Wujing.

During the exchange, the Twenty-Eight Mansions figured out that this one was already foolish.

At first they saw the other party enveloped in a water bubble, blowing bubbles there, and were startled, thinking he was cultivating some strange esoteric technique.

Their first move was an earth-shaking deadly killing move.

After probing a bit, it turned out this guy seems to be truly foolish now.

As long as they didn't attack him, he wouldn't resist.

Even if they resisted, their strength was extremely weak.

Of course, when the Twenty-Eight Mansions attacked Sha Wujing, they immediately felt a gaze upon them, frightened, and hastily withdrew their hands.

They understood the meaning of that Great Heavenly Demon: do not bully honest people.

The powerful magical treasures they unleashed, their attacks all "ignored" Sha Wujing.

As they were about to behead Gaocuilán and the White Bone Spirit, unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Tianyin—no, Moyin descended from the heavens.

Accompanied by falling blood-red talismans—Tang Luo, who casually drew talismans for no reason, now has quite a stockpile.

Not attacking the Twenty-Eight Mansions, but strengthening Sun Wukong and the others.

The original 9-1 situation no longer existed.

The strengthened pilgrimage team showed no fear of the Twenty-Eight Mansions wielding magical treasures, their killing intent soaring, a posture of fighting to the death.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions were very sorrowful.

They had taken extra magical treasures, but dared not use them at the start, fearing the Great Heavenly Demon.

Now the Great Heavenly Demon spoke, strengthening the pilgrimage team.

Letting both sides be in a relatively fair state, this served as side confirmation of their idea.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry, the furious Sun Wukong struck down the Ghost Golden Sheep with his staff, sending it crashing into the deep forest below, life or death unknown.

The battle continued, yet the Ghost Golden Sheep did not reappear.

The remaining Twenty-Eight Mansions instantly understood, damn it, this bastard ran away!

Indeed, the Ghost Golden Sheep ran away; he hadn't originally planned this, but only thought of it after being struck down by Sun Wukong.

Under the current circumstances, wanting to kill Gaocuilán and the White Bone Spirit had almost become a luxury.

Moreover, the harder they fought, the greater their pressure grew, fearing the Great Heavenly Demon would lose patience and act.

The pilgrimage team, however, grew fiercer the more they fought, grew more ferocious the more they fought.

One gains as the other loses; if they don't leave now, they might truly be defeated here.

As long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of lacking firewood; having completed this battle unsuccessfully, better to take it slow.

For now, fleeing is the best course.

One has fled, and the remaining Twenty-Eight Mansions' fighting spirit greatly diminished; they were originally just forcing ducks onto shelves.

Now their morale drained, one after another was "defeated," or actively chose defeat, opting to flee.

Sun Wukong and the others wanted to pursue, but the enemy's numbers were truly too many, fleeing in all directions; after chasing for a while, they helplessly gave up.

They could only return, hearts filled with indignation.

For the Twenty-Eight Mansions, this was a completely failed operation.

For Sun Wukong and the others, this was also a failure on the pilgrimage route, actually letting the enemy escape?

Cutting the grass without removing the roots is a major taboo.

After a brief rest, a group of people unhesitatingly chose the direction in which one of the mansions had fled and pursued.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions' fleeing was certainly not a genuine escape back to Heaven.

They were merely making a strategic retreat, to regroup later and find a more suitable time to act.

They must kill Gaocuilán or the White Bone Spirit.

Going forward, it won't be such large-scale action; the Twenty-Eight Mansions will split into several small teams based on their relative strengths.

Taking turns to act, applying pressure to the pilgrimage team.

Not fearing they won't reveal a weakness.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions' strategic retreat means they couldn't possibly flee too far, like a bereaved dog exhausted from running.

After fleeing a short distance, Zhang YueLu stopped.

His injuries were not severe; after a period of rest and adjustment, he recovered considerably.

"Kui Mu Lang and the others are strongest; joining forces with them offers more assurance, but they will certainly be the main force; my strength is weak, so I might as well act alone, focusing on harassment, assisting from the side." Zhang YueLu calculated in his heart.

His strength among the Twenty-Eight Mansions is medium-low, so he naturally considers many things.

If they truly killed Gaocuilán and the White Bone Spirit.

Would the Great Heavenly Demon take action?

If the Great Heavenly Demon acted, would Heaven also act?

Before Heaven's reinforcements arrive, how long could the Twenty-Eight Mansions withstand the Great Heavenly Demon's hands?

Zhang YueLu's strength is average; he cannot believe he could endure for long.

It's possible the enemy glances over and he dies on the spot.

Therefore, when acting in small teams, he certainly cannot be the main attacker.

Just as he was thinking.

Suddenly, a bloody killing intent came from not far away, arriving in an instant.

Several figures appeared, surrounding Zhang YueLu completely.

"It's you!" Zhang YueLu exclaimed in shock; the people surrounding him were precisely Sun Wukong and the others.

Except for Sha Wujing, who was just making up the numbers.

The rest were all filled with killing intent.

"What do you want?" Zhang YueLu instinctively asked a foolish question.

Sun Wukong coldly smiled, revealing a pair of sharp canine teeth, raised his staff, and brought it down: "Take this blow from your grandfather Sun!"

In a daze, Zhang YueLu seemed to see that day when he waved his golden hooped staff, covered in blood, madly slaughtering like a demon monkey.

He didn't even have time to use his magical treasure; his protective spiritual power shattered with a boom under Sun Wukong's staff.

Zhang Yuelu was smashed to death on the spot by a single staff strike, his primordial spirit not even having time to escape.

Of course, as a named deity on the Investiture of the Gods list, Zhang Yuelu could still resurrect.

"Go! Next one!" Having smashed Zhang Yuelu to death with one staff strike, Sun Wu's ferocious nature did not diminish; the blood-fiend qi around him instead grew even denser.

"Amitabha." Tang Seng intoned a Buddhist invocation.

The group departed cleanly and swiftly, going off to find a target to hunt down.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions overlooked one point: the scripture-fetching team has never been a group that only passively defends, merely waiting for others to come kill them.

The reason it appears that way is because the scripture-fetching team only needs to wait by the tree for the rabbit, to await the enemy at ease.

Anyway, enemies will deliver themselves to the door; why take the initiative to attack?

Now that the Twenty-Eight Mansions flee, they naturally must pursue — pursue to the ends of the earth and slay these deities.

Killing their way to the Western Heaven, the key point actually lies not in the Western Heaven, but in the word "kill."

Only road-blocking tigers are enemies?

No, that may be so for Tang Seng, but for the others, it is not like that.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions are not a bunch of insignificant minor demons.

"Sigh, what a waste, not even wanting the magic treasure." Tang Luo appeared, took away Zhang Yuelu's magic treasure, and casually gripped it.

The restriction on it that could not be used by outsiders instantly collapsed.

The magic treasure itself also suffered some damage.

But it doesn't matter; as long as it's usable it's fine, it can be swapped out later anyway.

What to do without a magic treasure? The enemy will naturally deliver one up.