Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The monkey demons dispersed to prepare firewood and stone pots nearby, but the Monkey King stared coldly at Yuyan and Iron Fan, a vicious smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, "Speak, you two big dumb bears, how do you wish to die?"

As the words fell, the bloodthirsty aura on the Monkey King's body surged to the sky.

This time, he planned to talk with the other three great demon kings, after all, previously the Great Emperor Zhenwu seemed to have dueled another individual with extraordinary Divine Skills above the clouds, fighting so fiercely that the heavens and earth shifted, and the sun and moon lost their light.

And looking at that divine light, hazy and indistinct, it was uncertain, but definitely not of their demon king kind, it might very well be the assistance of the Great Emperor Zhenwu. Therefore, he wanted to contact the other demon kings to prepare in advance.

However, what he did not expect was for two bear demons to actually dare to block his path.

Courting death!

But the Monkey King also felt a bit puzzled.

He is the Monkey King after all!

In this Northern Jambu Continent, which demon didn't know of his illustrious name?

Could there really be someone seeking death?

Either it was someone else probing him, or it was some creature that had just transformed and learned some ways of highway robbery from humans, utterly clueless.

Whichever it was, they had already provoked him, who was already irritated.

Once he chopped them dead with his knife, it would be a sacrifice to the teeth.

"Haha, White Bear, this scrawny monkey actually says he wants us dead. He didn't even look at his own figure, no taller than three feet, not even over thirty years old, how could he fight us?" Yuyan mocked.

"Exactly! If there was any meat on this monkey's body, I would have slaughtered and eaten it," Iron Fan agreed.

"Ignorant of death!"

The Monkey King sneered in furious amusement, then took out his own weapon, a nine-ringed broadsword that glinted with cold light, with the shadow of a Jiao dragon seemingly flowing on top of it, curiously unusual. Help us continue by reading at the source: MV2LEMPYR.

"Anyone can boast, but the truth is seen in action."

Not to be outdone, Yuyan pulled out a large steel fork, simple and unadorned, without a single pattern, yet it flickered with a cold gleam as it was forged from cold iron.

"Take this!"

Yuyan picked up the steel fork and lunged at the Monkey King.

The two immediately engaged in battle!

One was a Macaca Monkey who had become a spirit attuned to wind magic, and the other was a fox spirit wielding brute strength.

Sword light filled the sky causing spirits to tremble, the steel fork danced chaotically prompting beasts to hide.

When the two touched, sparks flew, the fork unable to withstand the sword's pressure.

Yuyan was obviously no match for the Monkey King, and after barely twenty rounds, she was so pressured by the sword light that she gasped for breath, feeling sore in the arms, forcing her to retreat dozens of yards away, distancing herself from the Monkey King.

"You monkey, you're quite troublesome," cursed Yuyan.

"And you, man, aren't bad either, just that the clothes on you are a bit strange," the Monkey King was also somewhat surprised. Being able to withstand his twenty moves without falling made one a minor expert. Consequently, his tone softened a bit, as he thought about subduing them.

Although his forces only comprised monkey demons, having two bears wouldn't be bad either.

"Hmph, heh!"

"Look at my magical artifact!"

Yuyan raised her hand, and a gold and silver ring emerged, spinning continuously in the palm of her hand. Numerous silver chains charged towards the Monkey King.

"Hmm?"

The Monkey King was startled, not expecting the other party to also possess a magical artifact.

Could it be a divine mount descended from the immortals?

It is well-known that ordinary demons, even demon kings, are usually penniless, lacking magical artifacts. They might at most possess a better piece of armor or a Divine Weapon suitable for themselves.

Magical artifacts are indeed rare.

Even if forged from one's own cast-off skin, they could at best crush lesser demons but are no match for other demon kings without a Divine Weapon in hand.

Clang!

The Monkey King cut at one of the chains with his broadsword, only to find it winding like an ox's tongue around the blade, coiling upwards towards his arm.

The Monkey King panicked and immediately released the handle, jumping back some distance.

The dozens of chains, like serpents, twisted in the air towards the Monkey King, nearly enveloping the nearby space in airtight confinement.

However, the Monkey King lived up to his name as a monkey demon. He hopped and leaped, managing to evade being bound by the chains, and when the chains tried to touch him, his body seemed to instinctively react, automatically dodging away.

"It's the wind!"

Iron Fan cautioned, "Your chains, as they swing, move the air. He can sense the wind, which is why he can dodge ahead of time, even faster than his Primordial Spirit can react."

"Haha!"

The Monkey King laughed out loud, "You're quite perceptive, indeed. I can sense and become one with the wind. Even if these chains bind me, they cannot restrain me!"

And with that, the Monkey King just stood there straight up, letting the silver chains bind his body.

In his opinion, he could easily escape even if bound since he could transform into the wind. Besides, he wanted to show off his abilities to subdue the two bears and even coveted the "Black Bear's" magical artifact, so he prepared to demonstrate his skill.

However—

"What's going on?"

When the Monkey King was automatically bound by the chains, he found himself powerless, unable to mobilize the mana within his body and unable to use his Divine Skills, as if he was isolated from the entire world.

"What sorcery is this!?"

Yuyan did not reply, but instead, some of the silver chains turned golden, draining the mana from within the Monkey King's body.

"Hmm? My mana!"

The Monkey King sensed his mana continuously ebbing away and was immediately furious, but he was bound and helpless.

It was at this moment that the small demons returned.

"Quick! You minions, take up your swords and spears and chop down those two bears for your great king!"

At the command of the Monkey King, the returning monkey demons immediately dropped the firewood and stone pots in their hands, grabbed their knives and held their spears, charging toward Yuyan and Iron Fan while shouting and bellowing.

Iron Fan laughed softly, stepped forward to face the multitude of monkey demons, took a leaf from her mouth, and chanted an incantation, causing it to grow as large as a palm-leaf fan.

With a sweep,

whoosh—

a violent windstorm ensued, swirling like a dust cloud.

The mighty wind carried all the small demons up to the nine heavens, and before they could fly eighty-four thousand leagues, they were already blown to dust, their souls returning to the underworld.

"Damn it!"

Yuyan felt the pressure mounting on her, and she had no choice but to take out the large cauldron to prevent herself from being blown away, grasping it with one hand to stay grounded.

In the midst of the windstorm caused by the banana fan, the Monkey King was adrift in the air, like a kite flown by Yuyan — only the wind was too strong, causing Yuyan to be lifted into the air as well, carried by the Monkey King.

Had it not been for holding onto the rather heavy cauldron, she probably would have been blown away, too.

After the wild wind passed, the land was stripped bare of grass, and the Monkey King fell back to the ground, his entire coat of fur devoid of luster, his eyes vacant, showing that his Primordial Spirit had suffered significant damage in the windstorm.

"Iron Fan, that wind of yours is too fierce," Yuyan said, controlling the golden and silver rings with one hand and tidying her clothes with the other, "Ordinary small demons would scatter like smoke and clouds upon contact."

"Of course! This is the Banana Fan!" Iron Fan said, lovingly holding the Banana Fan and fanning herself gently, only a soft breeze touching her face.

An hour later, Yuyan had completely absorbed the mana of the Monkey King.

At that moment, Sun Wukong appeared, holding a green-skinned gourd in his hand, obviously freshly picked, with some juice still on it.

Sun Wukong pointed at the gourd, the green color faded to reveal gold, and a yin-yang symbol appeared at the bottom, with a purple-gold halo radiating from the entire gourd.

"Great King, you are truly powerful, capable of creating such a treasure with a single touch," Yuyan said, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Collect."

He opened the lid of the gourd and, pointing it at the Monkey King who had fainted on the ground, chanted a word to collect him and sealed him within the gourd.

"This is just a vessel for capturing people; primarily, it's the function of the runes. However, once someone is captured inside, they are unable to restore their mana, and thus cannot escape," Sun Wukong explained, handing the gourd to Iron Fan.

"Next will be the other three Demon Kings."

At this time.

Within the Lion Country, all the houses had been flattened by a gust of wild wind, even reaching the palace of the Lion Camel King, making him curse out loud: "Damn it! Who's the bastard causing this windstorm?!"

If it had been just a few houses knocked down, it would have been fine—he didn't care at all.

But the collapse of his palace and the death of several concubines he had just taken into the palace were a blatant challenge to the Lion Camel King!

He better not find the one responsible for the windstorm, otherwise—

he would surely flay them alive!

However, Yuyan and Iron Fan's next target was not the Lion Camel King, but the Peng Demon King.

"Who are you little demons from? What business do you have in my Peng Demon Palace?"

The Peng Demon King's palace was built atop a steep cliff. Calling it a palace hardly did it justice—it was more like a series of caves dug into the cliff face, interconnected, forming an internal palace complex.

Yuyan's yelling from below the cliff caught the Peng Demon King's wrath, forcing him to come out to see which fool dared to make noise on his turf.

"Two bear demons?"

"Peng Demon King, I've heard you have wide-ranging Divine Skills. Do you dare to compete with us brothers?" Yuyan shouted out, her voice thundering through the skies, scaring the Peng Demon King considerably.

Immediately annoyed, he retorted, "Why are you shouting so loud!"

"Cut the crap, just say if you dare or not," Yuyan said mockingly, "If you don't dare, we'll leave and then tell all the demons that the Peng Demon King is too scared to compete with us, that his reputation is unfounded."

"How dare you!" The Peng Demon King sneered coldly, with a peng's head, landing on the ground, holding a silver spear in his hand and wearing a black armor, "Let grandpa teach you a lesson!"

Yuyan armed with a steel trident and Iron Fan with a nine-ringed broadsword charged at the Peng Demon King.

However, the Peng Demon King recognized that nine-ringed broadsword, his pupils tensing: "The weapon of the Monkey King... are you under the Monkey King's command? No, the Monkey King wouldn't give his weapon to others; have you defeated the Monkey King?"

But after exchanging blows with them, the Peng Demon King realized that though the skills of the two were decent, even together, they could not withstand him for thirty moves, and it would only take forty rounds at most to defeat these two brothers.

With such strength, how could they possibly defeat the Monkey King?

But the nine-ringed broadsword was indeed the Monkey King's weapon... could it be that these two bear demons stole his weapon while the Monkey King was away?

It was indeed a possibility.

The Divine Weapons of the Demon Kings weren't all mighty treasures capable of changing at will; there needed to be a place to store them when not in use, they couldn't be kept by one's side...