Journey to the West: Great Saint Equal to Heaven

31: Chapter 31: Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill 31: Chapter 31: Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill Sun Wukong figured out the direction and without waiting for Lu Dongbin to finish vomiting, he grabbed Lu Dongbin and flew off again.

Ugh~~

The doors of Doushuai Temple were tightly shut, and Sun Wukong casually tossed Lu Dongbin aside.

He raised his hand to knock on the door.

As a result, a powerful force retaliated, and Sun Wukong was repelled.

“No one there?”

Lu Dongbin asked.

His face was pale as he wiped the nonexistent dirt from the corner of his mouth.

Being of an immortal physique, the food he consumed was transformed into essence and energy and absorbed, with impurities refined, leaving nothing behind.

“I’ll try it.”

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, then pulled out his Jingu Bang from his ear.

Lu Dongbin’s mouth twitched.

He quickly stopped Sun Wukong and asked, “You’re not thinking of breaking in, are you?”

“Why not?”

Sun Wukong countered.

That, really, was not acceptable.

As a disciple of the Daoist Sect, if Lu Dongbin accompanied Sun Wukong in smashing the door of their Daoist Ancestor, he would no longer be welcomed in the Daoist Sect.

Without waiting for him to speak, Sun Wukong took action.

In his eyes, there was nothing that couldn’t be done.

The Jingu Bang was smashed out directly.

Dong.

A loud noise, the mana rebound from Doushuai Temple was even stronger.

Sun Wukong’s rod almost slipped from his hand.

He looked surprised and wanted to swing another hit.

Lu Dongbin quickly stopped him.

“Great Saint, you’ve caused such a commotion, and the Elder Lord has not appeared; obviously, he isn’t home.

Let’s depart for now,” Lu Dongbin suggested, feeling anxious.

Monkeys may not fear but he did.

Sun Wukong said with a cold laugh, “What do you mean he’s not home?

He clearly doesn’t want to see Old Sun.

Watch me break down the gate of Doushuai Temple.”

Getting excited, he recklessly swung the Jingu Bang again.

Terrible mana surged into the Jingu Bang, aiming to blast open the gates of Doushuai Temple.

After smashing seven or eight times, the protective measures in front of the gates of Doushuai Temple finally couldn’t withstand the force and shattered loudly.

“You monkey head, why are you smashing my gates for no reason?”

Just then, a scolding came from behind as Lord Taishang, dressed in a green Daoist robe, appeared.

With white hair and beard, he exuded an ethereal Daoist air, the image of the incarnation of the Dao.

Beside him were the Green Ox, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, and other attendants.

Looking at him, he really seemed to have taken a household outing.

Calculating the time, Sun Wukong suddenly realized.

These past few days were Yuanshi Heavenly Venerate’s lecture days, and Elder Lord had most likely taken these people to attend the lecture.

Lu Dongbin was very nervous and immediately attempted to explain.

Yet, Sun Wukong challenged, “Elder Lord, you wouldn’t happen to not want to see Old Sun and, seeing Old Sun break your door, used a trick to teleport outside, pretending to fool Old Sun, would you?

You’ve grown craftier and craftier.”

Lu Dongbin broke out in a cold sweat.

Sun Wukong had barely broken the Elder Lord’s door and not only did he not apologize, but he also dared to question him?

The Elder Lord flared his nostrils and retorted, “You Husun, always pulling my leg.

Why would I avoid you?”

“Why did Jade Emperor finally perish?”

Sun Wukong asked.

The Elder Lord gave a light smile and said, “When it’s time to die, one naturally dies.

What’s so strange about that?”

“Your answer is even stranger.”

Sun Wukong stared at the Elder Lord.

Lord Taishang gave a light smile and said, “Monkey, if you can survive in this chaotic world, you might understand all the truths and wouldn’t need me to tell you.”

“I have faced off against Kunpeng,” Old Sun inquired, “what chances does Elder Lord think I have to survive?”

Sun Wukong asked.

Kunpeng.

Upon hearing this title, Lord Taishang’s expression subtly changed.

“If Zhenyuan assists you, there is still a thirty percent chance of survival,”

Lord Taishang deliberated and made his judgment.

Lu Dongbin’s complexion drastically changed.

Was Kunpeng really that formidable?

Even the Great Saint, when facing him, had only a thirty percent chance of survival.

Sun Wukong, however, sneered coldly.

He said, “Thirty percent chance?

Elder Lord is overestimating Old Sun, for I might not even have a ten percent chance.”

Lord Taishang merely smiled faintly and said, “If you don’t make a breakthrough before Kunpeng personally takes action against you, indeed, you will have no chance.

I see that you are already standing at the doorstep of Heavenly Venerate, ready to step in at any moment.

With your Divine Skills, once you become a Heavenly Venerate, even if not as powerful as Kunpeng, he will also struggle to kill you.”

Sun Wukong discerned the deeper implication in Lord Taishang’s words.

He was suggesting that even after Sun Wukong became a Heavenly Venerate, he would still be no match for Kunpeng.

Just how strong was this Kunpeng?

Before Sun Wukong could continue inquiring, Lord Taishang walked toward Doushuai Temple.

“Tiring day today, so I won’t entertain the two of you any longer.

Please depart, and by the way, child, give a Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill to the Great Saint.”

After saying this, Lord Taishang entered Doushuai Temple.

Sun Wukong wanted to hold him back, to prevent him from leaving.

In the end, he found that between himself and the Elder Lord, there seemed to be an endless world, utterly unreachable, leaving him only to watch as the latter walked inside.

Golden Horn gave a slight smile, passing over a gourd, which contained a Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill.

Then, after saluting Sun Wukong, they all entered Doushuai Temple.

The gates of Doushuai Temple closed, and new prohibitions appeared, stronger than before.

At this time, Doushuai Temple denied Sun Wukong and his companions entry.

Lu Dongbin’s eyes glinted slightly as he stared at the Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill in Sun Wukong’s hand.

“Great Saint, this is a Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill, a divine medicine for cultivation and healing.

A single pill could make a Celestial Immortal.

Lord Taishang truly lives up to his reputation as a Daoist Ancestor; he somehow foresaw my injury and bestowed this elixir upon us.

Hence, I won’t be hesitant in accepting it.”

After speaking, he reached out to grab it from Sun Wukong’s hand.

However, he grabbed thin air, as Sun Wukong had already pocketed the Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill.

Sun Wukong’s expression became unusually solemn.

“Do not be foolish; your injury had already healed long ago.

The Elder Lord didn’t give me the Great Restoration Pill for your healing.

He must have foreseen something but chose not to state it explicitly.”

This Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill was destined for significant use.

Lu Dongbin felt a bit embarrassed, his heart somewhat unreconciled.

A Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill, that was indeed a colossal opportunity.

Sun Wukong didn’t need it because he had consumed too many of these pills and had developed a ‘resistance’ to them.

But for him, a single Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill could dramatically advance his progress.

“Alright, let’s leave swiftly.

All these great gods of this universe are so indistinct; sooner or later, Old Sun will sort them all out and stop them from speaking in riddles,”

Sun Wukong complained.

He was the only one who dared say such things, while Lu Dongbin, focusing on his breathing, pretended as if he heard nothing.

Sun Wukong tried to pull Lu Dongbin along, but ended up grasping nothing.

Lu Dongbin had already anticipated this and didn’t wish to be flown around by the Great Saint again.

The Somersault Cloud was simply too thrilling, not something he could enjoy.

“Eh, Lord Taiyin is there!”

Sun Wukong suddenly looked surprised as he stared behind Lu Dongbin.

“Where?”

Lu Dongbin’s eyes lit up as he immediately turned around.

There was nothing behind him.

Realizing he had been tricked, he quickly understood.

Regret came too late.

“Ugh.”

Accompanied by this sound, a beam of light shot swiftly from the Thirty-Three Heavens back to Huaguo Mountain.