The Battle in Journey to the West-Chapter 57 - 0 True Person Saves Disciples at

Nezha brandished his purple flame serpent-tooth fire-tipped spear and charged forward, and Wukong, knowing the youngster’s capabilities, certainly did not dare to underestimate him.

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Though referred to as a youngster, Nezha’s actual age was not young, but because he lacked a physical body, his current form was still one shaped by True Man Taiyi from lotus roots. That speaks to the underlying grudge between Li Jing and Nezha but let’s not dwell on that now.

Wukong wielded his Ruyi Jingu Bang, and after only two exchanges with Nezha, the latter was shocked to find that the demon monkey’s strength and staff technique were virtually impeccable. If they continued to measure martial arts, he feared he might be killed by a blow from the staff!

Wukong’s martial arts were highly skilled, and Nezha was no match, so he had to rely on his magical treasure. He then raised the Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon, which transformed into a red divine dragon in the sky, roaring as it approached. The Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon was extremely powerful, similar yet distinct from the prowess of the Demon-binding Rope belonging to Yang Jian. Once entangled by it, one would immediately lose the ability to resist. Wukong, of course, did not dare to be careless and cautiously responded with the Five Elements Great Escape Divine Skills. In an instant, he appeared behind Nezha, and with a swing of his staff aimed straight at Nezha’s head, he plunged down hard. Had that blow connected, it likely would have resulted in a burst brain, and even the Primordial Spirit would have been killed.

Nezha, however, had been well-prepared. Knowing that Wukong was not only excellent in martial arts but also adept in Taoist arts, he sprouted an additional head at his neck and grew two more arms from his back. With these extra arms, he took up the Qiankun Ring, holding each side with one hand, lifting it up as if he was a strongman hefting a cauldron.

“Clang!”

The staff struck the Qiankun Ring with a crisp sound, its powerful force blasting outward, causing surrounding trees to be uprooted and rocks on the ground to crack apart. The might of the Qiankun Ring was also formidable; when Nezha casually washed it in the river, it shook the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace continuously. If the Dragon Palace had not been as weak at that time as it was, it would not have been so helpless against a child.

“Ah, what immense strength this monkey has!” Nezha exclaimed, and his neck grew another head with two more arms, one drawing the Demon-slaying Sword and the other wielding the Demon-Slaying Knife, and he slashed at Wukong.

Wukong, relentless, scolded, “You milk-scented brat, you actually have some strength to tangle with your Grandfather Sun!”

Nezha was furious and slashed violently with his sword three times in succession. Sword light twisted like snakes and dragons, and the knife light was fierce like tigers and leopards, each strike exceedingly aggressive and sharp, as if he wished to slay Wukong on the spot!

“You brat, why so violent?” Wukong’s body shook, and he too transformed into three heads and six arms, each pair of hands wielding a golden staff to meet Nezha’s attacks.

But Nezha was, after all, armed with more—and significantly more powerful—magical treasures. Wukong’s additional two golden staffs, mere extensions of himself, were not as mighty as the original, and it did not take long for Nezha’s Demon-Slaying Knife and Sword to fill them with cracks. Just a couple more strikes would shatter them.

All of a sudden, Wukong let out a howl, and Nezha saw a burst of blood-red light rushing towards him. He hastily threw the Qiankun Ring, only for it to be struck squarely by the blood light that extinguished its golden radiance. The Qiankun Ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound, dim and lightless, wrapped in the blood light. Nezha quickly summoned his mana, but the Qiankun Ring lay still, unable to break free from the blood light.

“Ah! The Blood God Child clone. Are you a denizen of the Netherworld Blood Sea, monkey?” Nezha was taken aback, hoisted his fire-tipped spear, which blazed brightly, crackling noisily as it enveloped the Blood God Child clone, and with a downward thrust, it burst open on the spot.

Wukong immediately felt a slight pain in his Primordial Spirit, but it was not significant. He thought to himself, “This fragment of my Primordial Spirit hasn’t been separated for long, and the Blood God Child is still too fragile. To be destroyed so easily and actually harm my essence! It seems I must fully cultivate the Blood God Child before showing it off, lest I make a fool of myself.”

Wukong was heartbroken when Nezha used his Fire-tipped Spear to annihilate one of his Blood God Child avatars. He quickly stepped on the Qiankun Ring to prevent it from escaping and summoned another Blood God Child to wrap around the ring, taking it far into the depths of the Water Curtain Cave.

Nezha, seeing Wukong confiscate his Qiankun Ring, was furious and exclaimed, “Return my magical treasure!”

He unleashed the Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon, which transformed into a long dragon and chased after the Blood God Child avatar in an attempt to retrieve the Qiankun Ring. The Qiankun Ring, named after “Heaven and Earth,” was exceedingly powerful; “Qian” represents the heavens and “Kun” the earth. Its very name suggested that it could overturn both heaven and earth and upset the Four Seas once unleashed.

Wukong retorted, “Why should I care where your grandfather is from? Prepare to die!”

During the skirmish, Nezha took the opportunity to hurl a golden brick at Wukong, catching him off guard. Wukong swung his Jingu Bang, and with a crisp clanging sound, the head of the staff struck the brick, sending golden light and sparks flying in all directions, deflecting the brick. This sneaky tactic from Nezha was quite formidable; the golden brick was inscribed with numerous talismans and, if thrown at someone, could cause an instant explosion of brains upon striking a target of less resilient flesh. Wukong had been distracted by hurling insults and had underestimated Nezha’s efforts to reclaim his Qiankun Ring, not expecting this seemingly childlike figure—who was in fact a seasoned warrior—to suddenly attack with a golden brick. If Wukong hadn’t reacted promptly, his brains might have indeed been splattered.

“Such a treacherous child!” Wukong shouted, raising his Jingu Bang to strike again.

Yet Nezha’s Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon suddenly whipped back, binding Wukong. But before he could exert any force, Wukong transformed into a puff of white smoke. Sensing something was amiss, Nezha quickly turned around, releasing all his magical treasures one after another into the air, interweaving into a vast net.

Sure enough, Wukong dove from above, executing a Force Split Mount Hua attack, which landed with a thunderous impact on the net of magical treasures. The resulting sparks sent Nezha’s feet plunging deep into the ground, burying up to his knees before the force subsided. At the same time, Nezha felt his internal organs shake. He thrust his Fire-tipped Spear towards Wukong, only to find that Wukong, the cunning one, had already withdrawn his Jingu Bang, transformed into a great eagle, snatched Nezha’s Demon-slaying Sword and flew away. Dropping the sword on the ground, Wukong spat a mouthful of vital essence, and the Blood God Child avatar landed on the sword, clutching it as it returned to the Water Curtain Cave.

Unable to contain his frustration, Nezha yelled, “Ah! Infuriating monkey, taste my magical treasure!”

Wukong suddenly noticed Nezha holding a small bowl that emitted a red glow, a magical treasure he had never seen Nezha deploy before, piquing his curiosity.

“Whoosh!”

As Nezha chanted a spell, the small bowl burst into flames, and nine fire dragons emerged, rushing towards Wukong.

Wukong cried out in alarm, “True Man Taiyi’s Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!”

This was True Man Taiyi’s magical treasure. Once the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover enclosed someone, the divine fire would activate and immediately incinerate the person into ash, an extremely potent weapon.

Wukong quickly whisked out the Great Year Whip, which cracked with a snap, radiating red light and striking out, causing one of the fire dragons to stumble.

“Halt!”

Wukong then raised his God-Beating Whip, and eighty-four talismans flashed with golden light, shining towards Nezha. Though Nezha, who had ascended the Investiture of the Gods through physical sanctification, might only be affected seventy to eighty percent by the whip’s suppressing power, compared to other immortals, that was still alarmingly significant. The God-Beating Whip, after all, was made for striking immortals, and with a flash of golden light, Nezha was rendered immobile, causing the nine fire dragons to dissipate without his control.

“Ah!” Nezha bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood on the Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon, which then emitted a bright red light, blocking the golden light of the talismans from the God-Beating Whip, allowing him a bit of strength.

But Wukong was not inclined to let Nezha off easily. He somersaulted into the air, his Ruyi Jingu Bang transforming into a towering, heaven-penetrating pillar as he smashed it down towards Nezha’s head!

Just as Nezha was about to be pulverized by Wukong’s staff, a flash of golden light appeared, followed by strands of horsetail whisk that enveloped Nezha, pulling him away from danger. Wukong’s blow missed and slammed into the top of the mountain instead, causing it to collapse with a thunderous crash, filling the air with dust. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals watching from afar were trembling with fear.

Wukong cursed, “Which troublemaker spoiled my chance!”

A white-robed Taoist holding Nezha stood suspended in the void and gave Wukong a respectful bow, saying, “I am True Man Taiyi. I implore the Great Saint to show mercy, as this is my only disciple.”

Wukong was secretly astonished and hadn’t expected even True Man Taiyi to intervene, potentially a Daluo Golden Immortal—or even a Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal level expert.

“True Man Taiyi, have you come to my Flower-Fruit Mountain to battle with me?” Wukong asked, somewhat worried. If True Man Taiyi decided to intervene, then victory at Flower-Fruit Mountain would be in peril.

The outcome remains uncertain; please await the next installment to find out.