A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1366 - 921: Tasting the Delicacy of the Black Bear’s Tongue, the Eight Hundred Li Yellow Wind Exterminates All Devils_2

Chapter 1366: Chapter 921: Tasting the Delicacy of the Black Bear’s Tongue, the Eight Hundred Li Yellow Wind Exterminates All Devils_2

By the way, the two had already passed Gao Village. Originally, Sun Wukong was thinking of asking for a night’s lodging there, but Duanmu Huai ultimately rejected this suggestion. In Duanmu Huai’s view, Zhu Bajie was truly an incompetent team member who does more harm than good. Among the three disciples, if Sun Wukong was the most capable, and Sha Wujing was somewhat transparent, then Zhu Bajie was specifically there to increase the difficulty for Monk Tang.

Often, there was no trouble at all until he made it so; what was a small issue was escalated into a major one by him.

To tell the truth, Monk Tang might be able to put up with him, but if it were Duanmu Huai, he would probably turn him into braised pig’s head, pig’s trotters, pig’s ears, and pig’s tongue to accompany his drink by the next day.

So it’s not about fearing god-like opponents, it’s about fearing pig-like teammates, not to mention a literal pig teammate.

Let’s forget about it.

Unlike Monk Tang, Duanmu Huai did not fear roughing it outdoors and did not like getting close to others. Crossing mountains and ranges, he found a sense of leisure and ease. If he were to live-stream this, it would be called "Rebirth: Live-streaming My Wilderness Survival in the Journey to the West"...well, probably no one would watch it.

As it happened, the two entered the mountains that day, and no sooner had they started their ascent than they caught the attention of a Demon, which drooled over Duanmu Huai’s tall stature and the fine horse beneath him. The Demon thought to itself that this baldie looked muscular and hearty, a grown man enough to provide a feast for the brothers in the cave and would be a good catch.

With this thought, the Demon stood up and, with a loud roar, leaped out from the bushes, blocking their way.

"I am the vanguard of Yellow Wind Demon King’s forces; by His Majesty’s strict command, I’m on patrol in the mountains, looking to fetch a few mortals for a feast! Obey quietly, and I will grant you an easy death!"

As it spoke, the Demon transformed into a striking tiger, raising its head to let out a roar that scattered all the birds in the forest. The Tiger Vanguard was proud of itself as it looked ahead, but to its surprise, the two travelers were just calmly staring at it, motionless, and even their horse was leisurely grazing, looking completely unconcerned.

What’s going on?

The Tiger Vanguard was startled by this scene. Ordinary people seeing it like this would most likely have their souls scared away. But these two remained silent and calm, not screaming or shouting. Could it be they were crazy fools?

While the Tiger Vanguard was confused, the bald man on the horse suddenly laughed heartily.

"Never expected that without any effort, good luck would come my way - today we get to eat tiger, what fortune -- Take this!"

Before the echo of his words died away, Duanmu Huai leaped up and landed squarely on the Tiger Vanguard, causing it to howl in pain. Before it could recover, Duanmu Huai, grabbing its fur, slammed the tiger’s head against the ground and, with his fists the size of Iron Hammers, started pummeling the Tiger Vanguard’s head!

The Tiger Vanguard, never having been humiliated like this, struggled to fight back but felt like the man on top of it weighed as heavy as a mountain. All it could do was frantically scratch at the ground, but Duanmu Huai was indifferent to the feeble resistance of the striking tiger. His relentless punches caused blood to spurt from the beast’s eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

Had it been an ordinary tiger, it probably would have been beaten to death by Duanmu Huai by now, but the Tiger Vanguard was a sorcerous creature with some magical powers after all; it desperately pleaded for mercy.

"Please spare my life, valiant hero! I was blind not to see Mount Taishan before me. I beg you, considering how hard it is for one to cultivate, to spare my insignificant life. I’ll serve you like a dog or a horse..."

"I don’t need your service."

Seeing the Tiger Vanguard begging for mercy, Duanmu Huai reached out, grabbed its head, and lifted it up.

"You just mentioned the Yellow Wind Demon King, where is he? Take me to him!"

"Yes... yes... please follow me...!"

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s demand, the Tiger Vanguard quickly nodded, thinking to itself that the bald man must not know what he was getting into, seeking trouble with the king. This bald man looked strong and skilled in combat, indeed, but the Demon King’s Three Feathers Wind could darken the heavens and earth, despair the spirits, split rocks and shatter cliffs, and end a life with a single gust. No matter how strong you are, that’s a dead end. Wait till I get to eat your flesh and drink your blood, to appease the hatred in my heart!

As the Tiger Vanguard led Duanmu Huai and the others into Yellow Wind Ridge and arrived at a cave entrance, before the Tiger Vanguard could even open its mouth to call out, Duanmu Huai punched down, smashing its head instantly, and then carrying the dead tiger, he signaled to Sun Wukong with a glance.

The Monkey King had been growing restless all the way, and seeing Duanmu Huai’s expression change, immediately leaped to the cave entrance, pointing inside and cursing loudly.

In no time, an old Demon, holding a Three-pronged Steel Pitchfork and flanked by little demons, emerged from the cave. Upon seeing the tiger corpse in Duanmu Huai’s hands, it was even more infuriated.

"You baldy, I have no grudges against you, yet you slay my vanguard, how preposterous!"

"Hmph, you old demon."

Hearing the Yellow Wind Demon King’s words, Duanmu Huai’s face darkened.

"We’ve only just entered the mountain, and this tiger wanted to catch us to serve as your feast; since you eat humans, demons like you must not be spared! Wukong, leave this old demon to me, go and wipe out those lesser demons, not a single one should be left!"

During this speech, Duanmu Huai gripped his Tin Rod tightly and charged straight at the Yellow Wind Demon King. Sun Wukong also pulled out his Wishful Golden Cudgel and fought intensely with those lesser demons.

"Come at me!"

Seeing Duanmu Huai charging towards him, the Yellow Wind Demon King also bellowed and met the attack with his Three-pronged Steel Pitchfork. The two clashed, and Duanmu Huai swung his Tin Rod down right at the Yellow Wind Demon King’s head. The demon king tried to block with his pitchfork, but the two collided heavily. After that, the Yellow Wind Demon King screamed miserably as he was sent flying, and his steel pitchfork was smashed to pieces.

What kind of demon is this?! So formidable!

Looking at his own shattered hands, the Yellow Wind Demon King was shocked, then seeing the grim-faced Duanmu Huai not hesitating to charge at him, the Yellow Wind Demon King swiftly leapt up, opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath, then fiercely blew towards Duanmu Huai!

"Woooooosh——!"

As the divine wind from the Yellow Wind Demon King blew, darkness fell instantly, sand and stones flew around, and the world was engulfed in a relentless windstorm, making it impossible to advance.

"Hmph, mere insect tricks!"

On a normal day, Duanmu Huai might have had no solution for such tactics, but now it was different. He held the Tin Rod with one hand and extended the other forward, swinging it fiercely!

"Disappear!"

In the blink of an eye, the fierce wind dissipated, the world cleared, and the nearly earth-shattering windstorm vanished. At the moment Duanmu Huai roared, the Yellow Wind Demon King felt as if a Heavy Hammer smashed right into his open mouth, shattering his teeth and throat completely. Then he spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground, limp.

When Duanmu Huai arrived, he saw the Yellow Wind Demon King revealed his true form, gasping for breath, turned out to be nothing more than a yellow-haired mink mouse that had transformed; it opened its small eyes, looked at Duanmu Huai, mouthed something, then took its last breath.

Seeing their leader killed, the lesser demons were petrified, but Sun Wukong didn’t miss this opportunity. He used a handful of hairs to create dozens of clones and jointly slaughtered all the lesser demons before coming over.

"Master! Are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me."

Duanmu Huai curled his mouth, then looked towards the corpse of the yellow-haired mink mouse. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to Sun Wukong and inquired.

"Wukong, do you think... this thing is edible?"

Faced with Duanmu Huai’s question, Sun Wukong scratched his head helplessly.

"... I think, Master, maybe you should ask some hunter, it should be feasible."

"Yes, indeed..."

Duanmu Huai silently nodded.

"This yellow-haired mink mouse is too skinny, this won’t do, seems like we can only roast it."