Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 660 - 605 Untitled

With Sun Wukong's voice, a figure slowly emerged behind Zhu Bajie. Zhu Bajie naturally knew it was his eldest martial brother who had arrived, so he wasn't at all surprised. He wiped his mouth and, without turning his head, asked Sun Wukong, "Brother Monkey, are we going in to take some stuff?" By this time, Zhu Bajie had unconsciously switched roles, treating the Treasure Pavilion as if it was his own. Actually, speaking of treasures, Zhu Bajie had seen many, but he still couldn't change his habit of drooling at the sight of them.

Sun Wukong chuckled, "Let's go. First, let's see what treasures are inside. If they all turn out to be unimpressive, it'll be a letdown." Honestly, there really wasn't much left that could catch Sun Wukong's eye. After all, owning the World Suppressing Stele and the Five-Colored Divine Stone, he definitely wouldn't covet any other treasures. His standard for being impressed was entirely from the perspective of the White Dragon and his master. If even they couldn't use it, then it was truly garbage.

Zhu Bajie had been itching to go for a while. As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, Zhu Bajie had already dashed out. Sun Wukong did not stop him, but with his right hand formed into a Sword Finger, he pointed at the Treasure Pavilion. Immediately, a lock chain shaped like a diamond shot out from his fingertip, wrapping around the Treasure Pavilion a few times, thereby sealing off the entire surrounding space. By this time, Zhu Bajie, with a slap for each, had knocked over four guards of the Treasure Pavilion. These four's cultivation was merely at the Dao Transformation Primary Grade, but in front of Zhu Bajie, they were no different from babies.

Looking at the four monks lying on the ground, Zhu Bajie chuckled, then summoned his Nine-Toothed Rake and fiercely raked the gate of the Treasure Pavilion. The gate, though made of extremely precious metal, was no match for Zhu Bajie at the Dao Transformation Primary Grade. After three swipes, the whole gate had turned into countless fragments of scrap metal. If it had been before, Zhu Bajie might have eaten the scrap metal, for it was valuable, containing not a bad amount of energy, but now, Zhu Bajie did not even spare it a glance. The moment Zhu Bajie entered the broken gate, suddenly two beams of light flashed, and then Zhu Bajie was sent flying backward, but he didn't hit the ground as Sun Wukong had grabbed him by the collar from behind.

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"You fool, that was so embarrassing, getting sent flying by two, at the peak of Unity Dao," chuckled Sun Wukong. "Here's your chance—you deal with everyone inside, but no killing allowed. As for the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion, you get first pick of three." Greed knows no early bird, and now with the massive temptation of choosing three treasures first, Zhu Bajie just couldn't hold back. He twisted his big butt and, hoisting his Nine-Toothed Rake upside down, charged forward howling.

At this moment, two monks who looked almost identical appeared at the gate of the Treasure Pavilion. Obviously, they were responsible for guarding it from within. They had intended to spout harsh threats to bolster their morale, but Zhu Bajie did not give them the chance. The moment he charged up to them, his figure suddenly vanished. The monks were clearly startled and then felt a forceful bump on their backs, causing them to lose balance. What followed was their nightmare. Zhu Bajie's Nine-Toothed Rake swept horizontally from left to right, pulling them over. Before they could react, they were already beside Zhu Bajie, who then violently smashed his hefty right arm backward, sending them sprawling on the ground with noses bleeding.

"Hehe, Eldest Martial Brother, I did well, didn't I? That was just an accident," Zhu Bajie grinned at Sun Wukong, who was smiling even more radiantly. "Bajie, those two are just the first challenge. There should be six more inside, and their strength will only be stronger!" Zhu Bajie, thoroughly unconcerned, struck what he thought was a suave pose and stepped into the Treasure Pavilion. At that moment, Sun Wukong watched amusingly in another direction, thinking to himself: The Battle Buddha Sect is no simple matter. Just the Treasure Pavilion alone housed seven at the peak of Unity Dao, plus Kuzhan and the Sect Master, which means the sect boasts at least nine at the peak of Unity Dao. And that's not counting the five he hadn't seen but sensed, totaling fourteen at the peak of Unity Dao.

"Hehe, what's most important is that there is also one at the Dao Transformation Primary Grade. How could such strength possibly belong to a mere eighth or seventh rank sect? When things are abnormal, there must be demons at work. Perhaps tonight, there will be some unexpected gains!" With that, Sun Wukong also entered the Treasure Pavilion following Zhu Bajie. By now, Zhu Bajie was already fighting with two more disciples at the peak of Unity Dao from the Battle Buddha Sect. But to say he was fighting was actually misleading—Zhu Bajie was continuously fleeing. The Treasure Pavilion was split into three layers, with the first storing various kinds of elixirs, and it was also the most spacious.

Although Zhu Bajie could easily handle the two, he chose to avoid the fight, racing crazily around the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion. And if you noticed his actions closely, you'd understand why. Although he was sprinting madly, his hands were busier than a whirlwind. Every place he passed, he swept clean all the jars and bottles around him, and Zhu Bajie was even eating the elixirs as he grabbed them, popping them like candy beans. It bore a striking resemblance to Sun Wukong's behavior when he made a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace, stealing and eating the Elder Lord's Immortal Pills.