Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 138 - 138 138 Li Jing You think I didn't see you holding back

138: Chapter 138 Li Jing: You think I didn’t see you holding back?

138: Chapter 138 Li Jing: You think I didn’t see you holding back?

The Heaven-Mixing Sash wrapped around Nezha transformed into something like a long red snake, its might surprisingly terrifying.

Seeing the Heaven-Mixing Sash coiling towards him, Sun Wukong’s clone paused imperceptibly, revealing a slight flaw, and then his wooden staff was swung with full force towards Nezha’s head.

Nezha, having witnessed this scene, also hesitated in his step and twisted his body, intentionally revealing an almost imperceptible flaw, which caught Sun Wukong’s eye.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar erupted at that moment, and although the wooden staff was indeed made of wood, the power it unleashed was in no way inferior to the might of the Fire-tipped Spear.

Upon collision, an incredibly powerful ripple of force burst forth, spreading outwards like ripples in all directions.

Everywhere it passed, the void trembled, terrifyingly so.

Outside Mount Huaguo, the Orthodox Deities of the celestial Court beamed with joy upon witnessing the exchange between Nezha and Sun Wukong.

They had thought Sun Wukong might have other tricks up his sleeve, but to their surprise, just after having easily broken through Mount Huaguo’s formation with the help of the Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva’s Boundary-Breaking Pearls…

Sun Wukong, the macaque, had already come out, unable to wait for his death.

Clearly, they had overestimated Sun Wukong because of the last incident.

After all, he was just a monkey of a few hundred years, still all too reckless.

Thinking this, the plan to besiege Mount Huaguo, which had seemed hopeless, now appeared to have hope.

Meanwhile, within the protective array of Mount Huaguo.

Nezha’s arms shook, and with a flick of his Fire-tipped Spear, he watched the flaw that Sun Wukong had revealed.

At that moment, the Heaven-Mixing Sash that was coiling towards Sun Wukong also underwent a change.

It seemed unable to get close to Sun Wukong,

then transformed into countless illusions before suddenly becoming a vast red net, plummeting down towards Sun Wukong.

“Hmm?”

Watching, without discovering the flaw he had deliberately exposed, Sun Wukong’s original body was taken aback.

“Didn’t Nezha notice?

Or was the flaw sold by my clone too subtle?”

Sun Wukong paused, pondering within.

“Should I reveal a bigger flaw, so I can lose to Nezha!”

At the same time, Nezha was also startled.

Logically, the flaw he had revealed was already obvious.

Sun Wukong should have noticed by now!

Why hadn’t he taken advantage of it to pursue his attack and then strike a blow, so I could have something to report?

Nezha was utterly perplexed at this moment, his eyes flickering.

Then it seemed he understood.

“It seems my revealed flaw was too small; after all, Sun Wukong’s cultivation level is not as high as mine, so it’s not surprising he couldn’t detect it.

I’ll just have to reveal a bigger flaw!”

Immediately, with a twirl of his Fire-tipped Spear, he easily deflected the staff swung by Sun Wukong’s clone and then seemed to thrust at Sun Wukong but accidentally veered off course.

And at that moment, his figure was completely exposed without any defenses in front of Sun Wukong.

“With such a large flaw, I refuse to believe you cannot attack, and then, once defeated, even Li Jing won’t have anything to say!”

Nezha thought to himself as such.

However, he then saw Sun Wukong’s clone, startled by that sudden twist and thrust, take a step back, yet this step was about to walk directly into the net formed by the Heaven-Mixing Sash.

Seeing this, Nezha’s expression froze, and then with a thought, the Heaven-Mixing Sash shook fiercely, transforming into a long snake that lashed out directly towards Sun Wukong.

In doing so, Sun Wukong’s deliberate plan to be ensnared was abruptly thwarted.

Watching this scene, Sun Wukong’s original body couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

It was clear that Nezha had had the opportunity to capture him, but for some reason, he just didn’t do so; the purposeful transformation of the Heaven-Mixing Sash had inadvertently opened up what seemed to be a flawless defense.

How could Sun Wukong fail to see that Nezha was deliberately not trying to catch him, yet he wanted to be captured?

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Watching the Heaven-Mixing Sash and the Fire-tipped Spear heading straight for his face, bringing with them thousand-layered waves and stirring up billowing vital energy, full of momentum,

but clearly with some pretense of mystique.

Sun Wukong remained calm, looked down at Mount Huaguo below him, and then outside the Mountain Protection Array.

His divine sense enveloped the vicinity, assessing how much blood he should spit out if hit, in order to prevent Nezha and those myriad celestial Deities and Bodhisattvas from detecting anything amiss.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong had made his estimate.

Then, with an ethereal shake of his foot, his form imperceptibly wavered, and the defense that had been impenetrable had once again revealed a flaw.

Seeing the sudden emergence of a flaw, Nezha was taken aback.

However, his reaction was swift, and in that moment, his Heaven-Mixing Sash and Fire-tipped Spear twinkled, easily avoiding Sun Wukong, as they struck the void instead.

At the same time, Nezha unintentionally revealed a significant flaw as expected.

He then used telepathy to communicate with Sun Wukong.

“You monkey, I’m deliberately holding back to let you win.

Why are you being like this?

Hurry up and defeat me so I can return and report!”

Nezha figured that Sun Wukong would surely agree immediately, after all the trouble he went through to escape to the lower realm.

Sun Wukong wouldn’t intentionally want to be caught.

However, it didn’t take long for Sun Wukong to telepathically respond.

“Why don’t you win against Old Sun and take me back with you?

Wouldn’t that be better?”

Upon receiving Nezha’s telepathy, Sun Wukong didn’t hesitate and immediately responded through telepathy.

“Huh?

Monkey, have you lost your mind?”

Upon hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Nezha was taken aback.

Since the Calamity of Measurement after the Divine Enthronement, he’d been appointed as the Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea, and for thousands of years, he’d followed Li Jing on campaigns in all directions.

The number of great demons of the Three Realms that had perished under his fire-tipped spear was untold.

There were at least several hundreds, if not a thousand, and this was the first time someone from the Demon Race had volunteered to be captured by the celestial Court.

Had Sun Wukong lost his wits?

Nezha looked at Sun Wukong with an expression of utter disbelief.

Although the two were communicating telepathically, their movements did not stop and, in fact, their fight became even more fierce.

They looked ready to plunge each other into danger at any moment.

But each time one truly fell into crisis, they would skillfully avoid it, making it seem as though the other had narrowly escaped serious harm.

Thus, to others, their battle seemed to intensify, and they even appeared to sustain some injuries, but in reality, they were both unscathed.

“This matter can’t be fully explained in a few words, and Old Sun here has his own difficulties!”

Seeing Nezha’s stupefied look, Sun Wukong felt compelled to explain.

Of course, he wouldn’t reveal that he already knew about the calamities of Journey to the West or that the immortals and Buddhas were conspiring against him.

However, as Sun Wukong hesitated, his movements faltered for a moment and his wooden stick accidentally hit Nezha.

With a boom,

a thunderous roar echoed, and Nezha was sent flying.

His figure was suddenly hurled through the air, and blood spurted from his mouth while his aura instantly wilted away.

In an instant, he was grievously wounded.

Hmm?

Seeing Nezha spit blood and fly backward, Sun Wukong was also taken aback.

He had not used much mana, and to make it look more realistic, he had deliberately weakened his power.

Even if Nezha had been hit, there shouldn’t have been much of a reaction.

Now that Nezha seemed seriously injured, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

Then, while Sun Wukong was still in surprise, he saw a look of smugness spread across Nezha’s face.

At that moment, Nezha wore a triumphant smirk and, feigning frailty, was sent flying backward.

How could Sun Wukong not realize that he had been tricked?

Nezha’s actions were clearly intended to look like a loss; he seized the opportunity to exaggerate his injuries without hesitation.

“I was careless, too careless!”

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but shake his head with a bitter smile.

But it was too late; Nezha had already been flung away.

Now, even if he wanted to feign defeat like Nezha, he couldn’t—it would be too obvious.

And if he did so at this moment, the Deities of the celestial Court would surely catch on.

He suspected that even if his plan was not yet complete, the heavens and Buddhas, especially the two Saints from the Western Direction, would have already reacted by then.

It wouldn’t matter much if he didn’t deceive those Saints, but if things developed as his senior brother predicted, it would be a disaster.

Furthermore, it would put his senior brother at risk as well.

Having no other choice, Sun Wukong returned to Mount Huaguo with an embarrassed expression, believing there would be another opportunity.

Li Jing surely wouldn’t have sent only Nezha.

Meanwhile, Nezha, with the Heaven-Mixing Sash in hand and blood at the corner of his mouth, staggered on his Wind-Fire Wheels towards the location of the celestial Deities.

Along the way, he seemed on the verge of falling several times, giving the impression of being severely wounded.

Yet inwardly, Nezha was pleased with himself, having easily outwitted Sun Wukong.

He cared not why Sun Wukong wanted to lose or why he wanted to be captured and returned to celestial Court.

He simply didn’t wish to accommodate Li Jing’s desires.

Once back in front of the celestial Deities, immediately, two Deities came forward to support him, fearing Nezha might collapse before reaching them.

After staggering back to the Deities of the celestial Court, Nezha knelt before Li Jing.

“Father King, that Demon King Sun Wukong from Mount Huaguo is immensely powerful and full of tricks.

Your son was careless…”

Watching Nezha kneel on one knee, Li Jing’s expression turned unnatural.

With all his experience, how could he not tell if Nezha had thrown the fight?

His Exquisite Pagoda radiated light, and he had to suppress the urge to imprison Nezha within it.

“I understand.

Stand down,” Li Jing said with a wave of his hand, barely holding back his anger.

“Celestial King, let me take action!”

“Celestial King, please allow me to make a move!”

“…”

At this moment, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, Seven Killings, and other Star Lords spoke up one after another.