The Battle in Journey to the West-Chapter 36 - 0 The Great Saint Deceives for the

Ming River had also almost thought of a perfect solution; he definitely had to hand over the person, but there were many ways to go about doing it.

At that moment, Wukong gradually came to his senses and saw Ming River and Indra. He couldn’t help but leap up, holding the Jingu Bang in hand, and cursed, “Demon, how dare you harm your Grandfather Sun!”

Ming River simply flicked his finger, and a beam of blood light hit Wukong squarely in the chest, sending Wukong flying and tumbling to the ground, unable to get up for the moment.

“Who are you? Do you know who my master is? How dare you harm me!” Wukong was secretly alarmed, realizing that this person’s abilities were far too formidable; he simply had no ability to fight back.

“Oh? You Monkey King, who is your master?” Ming River asked.

Seeing the Divine Whip and Great Year Whip thrown at Ming River’s feet, Wukong replied, “My master is one of the Three Pure Ones, first in Alchemy and Artifact Refining in the world. Tell me, who is he?”

Ming River thought to himself, “Indeed! This Monkey King’s master is the Supreme Lord! Thankfully I didn’t strike too hard; this old lord has so few disciples, if I had killed one, I would have turned the entire Netherworld Blood Sea upside down.”

Indra was also taken aback and fearful, realizing that this person was a disciple of the Supreme Lord. It was fortunate that he had not hastily activated the Asura Mirror to kill him; otherwise, how could the old lord spare him? Although Ancestor Minghe’s mana was boundless, when facing a Saint, his chances of winning were nearly non-existent, and he would definitely have pushed Indra to take the blame.

Ming River uttered an ‘Oh’ and said, “So you are the disciple of the old lord. Indra, take this Taoist friend down to rest a bit.”

Being cautious, Indra asked, “What is this Taoist friend’s name?”

Wukong then said, “My surname is Sun, and my name is Wukong.”

Indra said, “Taoist friend Wukong, follow me down to recuperate, and I will soon send you out.”

Wukong collected his Magical Treasure and then followed Indra to a guest hall to rest, while Ming River silently left the Blood Sea, waiting for the Supreme Lord to arrive.

“Heh, Taoist friend, you’ve got quite the nerve to capture me, Old Sun, and that’s certainly offending my master!” Wukong chuckled.

Indra, being a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and having been terrified by Ming River, hurriedly said, “Taoist friend Wukong, I was also unaware of your origins; otherwise, how would I dare to capture you?”

To Wukong, it seemed that Ming River and Indra truly believed him. Banking on those two Magical Treasures from the old lord, his bluffs seemed to have some effect, so with an idea in mind, he said, “Taoist friend Indra, you trapped me inside that Asura Mirror, causing damage to my Primordial Spirit. You must give me something good for compensation, otherwise I will tell my master—no, just telling my eldest martial brother will make it impossible for you to escape unscathed.”

The old lord had one disciple named Master Lingbao, whose mana was also extremely strong. Although usually low-key and seldom appeared in public, he was such a close disciple; Indra certainly could not withstand him.

Indra knew he had offended a disciple of the Saints and couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat as he clasped his hands and said, “I beg you, Wukong, to be generous and show mercy, show mercy!”

Wukong replied, “How can I forgive you if you don’t produce something to show your sincerity?”

Indra was frightened again, and said, “You don’t know, my friend, that the Naihe Gui, Asura Mirror, Asura Sword, and other Magical Treasures belong to the Ancestor. I merely borrowed them; I dare not give them to you! If you have any other requests, please do mention them, and I shall do my utmost to satisfy them.”

Indra was truly terrified. Offending a disciple of the Saints was akin to seeking death, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just about the Saints taking action, even just Master Lingbao alone could reduce him to ashes. However, little did he know that Wukong was not actually a disciple of Laojun; he was merely taking advantage of the reputation.

“Hehe,” Wukong chuckled sinisterly, causing Indra to shiver, “Friend Indra, I won’t trouble you. I have long heard of the renowned ‘Blood God Sutra’ of the Netherworld Blood Sea and am quite eager to see it. Just bring this ‘Blood God Sutra’ to Old Sun for a look, and this matter will be erased completely. I promise not to mention a word of your involvement with Ancestor Minghe to the Patriarch.”

Wukong had the ‘Sutra of the Other Shore’ in his hands at the moment. This ‘Sutra of the Other Shore’ was truly extraordinary; however, he wasn’t planning to cultivate it himself but meant to give it to the Daoist Equal to Heaven for cultivation. But recently, the Daoist Equal to Heaven had been busy with the matter of Eastward Propagation of Buddhism, thus hadn’t had time to cultivate. He knew that the ‘Blood God Sutra’ from the Netherworld Blood Sea was extremely mystical, especially suitable for cultivating the Blood God Child incarnations; Ancestor Minghe, in particular, was formidable, having cultivated four hundred and eighty million incarnations, nearly invincible under the Saints.

Upon hearing this, Indra’s neck shrank as he exclaimed, “No, not that! Choose something else! If my Ancestor finds out I’ve shared the ‘Blood God Sutra’ outside, he will definitely kill me.”

Wukong sneered coldly, “Rest assured, friend Indra. If you let me look at the scripture, I surely won’t share it. I’ll keep it for my own cultivation. Besides, if I don’t tell, how would Ancestor Minghe know it was you who shared the ‘Blood God Sutra’? Hehe, if you’re unwilling, then I won’t bother explaining further. Wait until my master arrives, and you can explain to him yourself why you’ve brought me to your Blood Sea.”

Indra was terrified out of his wits, knowing that arguing his case before a Saint was akin to courting death. Moreover, he had deeply witnessed Yuan Shi Immortal Monarch’s method of protecting his disciples—during the fifth great calamitous Divine Enthronement of ancient times, Yuan Shi Immortal Monarch had intervened several times for his disciples, and once he did, there was practically no survivor. He had long regarded the Three Pure Ones as protective as Yuan Shi. If Wukong truly spoke ill of him in front of Laojun, wouldn’t that truly mean “his life was over”?

His life was precious, and even if the ‘Blood God Sutra’ were passed on, it would likely be far in the future, and he had ensured that it would never be revealed. When the time came and the Ancestor inquired, he just needed to grit his teeth and deny having shared it, thus he might still have a chance to live. If the Saints caught a hold of this scandal, forget living—it would be impossible even to reincarnate, but a direct obliteration, squandering millions of years of cultivation.

Indra gritted his teeth and said, “Can you swear not to share it?”

Wukong swore, “I will absolutely not share it!”

Indra then said, “Very well, I’ll let you see the ‘Blood God Sutra’ then…”

With that said, he took out the ‘Blood God Sutra.’ Wukong received the scripture and immediately flipped through it. While it was all written in Ancient Seal Script, he recognized it, and quickly memorized all of the content, then returned the scripture to Indra.

“Hehe, thank you, friend Indra. Now, I have finally fulfilled one of my long-held desires! Rest assured, upon returning, I won’t mention this matter at all. I’ll just say that you had invited me as a guest and will certainly speak highly of you to the Patriarch,” Wukong said.

Indra sighed with relief and said, “That’s good, that’s very good. This matter concerns my life. I implore you, my friend, never to share it, lest the Ancestor finds out, and my death is certain.”

Wukong smiled and said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I have already sworn to you that I shall never share this scripture!”

The clever Monkey King truly had remarkable methods, seizing this opportunity brought by serendipity combined with his own wit, he deceitfully obtained the supreme cultivation methods of the ‘Blood God Sutra’ from Netherworld Blood Sea! This scripture described how to cultivate vital essence and then transform it into Blood God Child incarnations, thereby enhancing one’s Cultivation and Magical Power. Concerned that his own defense skills were too few, Wukong was secretly overjoyed when he obtained the ‘Blood God Sutra.’ Thinking of delving into it thoroughly once he returned.

Seeing Wukong repeatedly assure him, Indra slightly relaxed and clasped his hands, saying, “Since my friend has said so, I am deeply convinced! You are truly a man of your word and worthy of being a disciple under the Morality God.”

The Ksitigarbha King, attempting to help Wukong and prevent a major conflict with Ancestor Minghe, had let Minghe and Indra take the initiative, believing Wukong to be a significant figure. Once Wukong claimed to be a disciple of Laojun, they believed it to be true.

Wukong secretly laughed to himself, thinking, “How tactfully this guy speaks, hehe… ”

“Friend Indra, my master will arrive shortly. Do not worry; I will definitely speak well on your behalf. Perhaps my master will even bestow upon you a couple of elixirs,” Wukong continued to deceive Indra.

Indra was overjoyed upon hearing this. Who didn’t know that Laojun was the foremost in Alchemy under the heavens, and that any single Immortal Pill from him could greatly increase one’s mana? Such an opportunity was truly rare.

Indra said, “I am unworthy of such honor. I only beg that you do not mention our misunderstanding, lest the Saint misconstrue it.”

Wukong replied, “Indeed, that makes sense.”

He wasn’t worried about lacking someone to rescue him; his business concerned Tathagata’s grand plans, and when the time came, the Three Pure Ones would surely come to demand his release from Ming River.

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