I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 1100 Opposite Powers

He couldn't gauge Sun Wukong's true strength, which meant two things—either the other party had no cultivation, or the other party's cultivation was no less than his own.

He prefers the latter.

"Elder Chifeng, the Discipline Elder of the Tiangang Sect." Master Chifeng spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present, carrying an undeniable pressure. "I have come here on the orders of the Tiangang Sect Master to retrieve a lost item."

This item was hidden in the mountains behind you. It is an old relic of the Tiangang Sect, lost ten thousand years ago. Today we have come to retrieve it.

Chu Yang took the dagger out of the water, shook off the water droplets, and tucked it into his waistband.

He straightened up, looked at Master Chifeng, and said nothing.

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, the bottom of the iron rod hitting the mud and splashing up a ring of mud.

"An old thing?" Sun Wukong tilted his head. "What thing?"

"A golden elixir," said Master Chifeng, "the golden elixir of Yin Wuyai, a traitor of the Tiangang Sect."

He stole the sect's most precious treasure and fled for ten thousand years. Recently, his alchemical energy has reappeared on this island.

"We've come to retrieve it." He stretched his right hand out from his sleeve, palm up, as if showing Chu Yang and Sun Wukong something. "If you discovered this pill by chance and were unaware of it, hand it over and we'll take it and leave without causing you any trouble."

Sun Wukong nodded slowly, as if he was seriously considering the suggestion.

He nodded a few times, then suddenly stopped, his mouth agape, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"What if I don't pay?"

Master Chifeng slowly clenched his fist.

The muscles in his arms bulged under his sleeves, stretching the fabric taut.

His voice remained steady, but the temperature in his tone had plummeted to freezing.

"The Tiangang Sect has been searching for this item for ten thousand years; it's impossible for them to leave empty-handed."

You are not members of the Heavenly Gang Sect, so there's no need for you to get into trouble over something that doesn't belong to you.

I'll say it again—hand over Dan, and we're leaving.

"If you don't pay, we'll go in and get it ourselves."

"Go in?" Sun Wukong glanced back at the cave entrance blocked by a large rock, then turned back around. The smile on his face faded slightly, not out of fear, but with an expression of keen interest, like a hunter baring his teeth at his prey. "You'll have to get past me first."

Master Chifeng looked at Sun Wukong and remained silent for two breaths.

Then he moved his fingers.

It was a very small movement—he simply turned a metal ring on the index finger of his right hand.

But as he turned the ring, an incredibly powerful demonic force erupted from his body.

It wasn't a demonic aura being released, but a pure force field centered on Master Chifeng. In an instant, the air within a hundred feet radius was compressed to the ground, all the rubble on the gravel slope was pressed into the mud, the leaves of the peach grove drooped down in unison, and the waterfall's flow deviated from its original trajectory the moment it was affected by the force field, tilting to the side before returning to vertical.

The moment the force field spread, the monkeys simultaneously felt a tremendous weight pressing down on them, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on their shoulders.

The little monkeys were pinned to the ground, their limbs outstretched, unable to move.

The old monkeys struggled to support themselves, but their legs were trembling violently, and their knees were bending downwards inch by inch.

The one-eyed old monkey stood at the very front of the troop.

It wasn't crushed.

Its single eye was wide open, its hind leg was trembling so badly it almost broke, but it clenched its teeth tightly, its two front paws were clenched into fists, and it pinned its body to the spot.

The blue-eyed old monkey stood beside it, their shoulders touching.

Sun Wukong did not move.

When that force field pressed down on Sun Wukong, it parted automatically, like waves crashing against rocks.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was still stuck in the mud. He didn't move, but just squinted at Master Chifeng.

"A great demon," Sun Wukong said. "The elder of the Tiangang Sect is a great demon. Interesting."

Chifeng Zhenren did not respond.

He took a step forward.

The step wasn't big, but when he landed, seven or eight cracks started spreading from the bottom of his feet on the gravel slope. The cracks snaked down the slope and stopped at the edge of the peach grove at the bottom.

At the same time, his right hand emerged fully from his sleeve—not empty-handed, but holding a knife.

The knife slid out of his sleeve. It was very narrow, only two fingers wide, but very long, a full four feet from the hilt to the tip.

The blade is crimson red, not painted on, but the natural color of the metal, as if the iron was heated to an extremely high temperature and then quenched and solidified.

The blade was engraved with dense array patterns, which began to glow the moment the blade left the sleeve. The dark red light flowed within the patterns, like magma surging in a crack in the ground.

Master Chifeng held the knife in one hand, the tip touching the ground, and then gently flicked it upwards.

A blade of energy flew out from the tip of the blade, not towards Sun Wukong, nor towards Chu Yang, but towards the large rock behind them that was blocking the cave entrance.

The blade's speed wasn't fast, but it carried a heavy, irresistible destructive force—as it flew through the air, the air around it was distorted and deformed by the high temperature, emitting a hissing sound.

The large rock shattered into countless pieces the moment the blade's energy touched it.

It didn't explode; it melted—the high temperature of the blade's energy instantly turned the stone's surface into magma upon contact, then the energy penetrated it, tearing the entire stone apart from the inside out.

The mixture of gravel and lava splashed everywhere, making a hissing sound as it hit the pool, creating a cloud of white steam.

The large rock that had sealed the cave entrance disappeared, revealing the dark cave passage behind it.

The aura of the Golden Core surged out of the cave, several times stronger than before. Even ordinary monkeys without demonic power could feel that it was a warm, sweet aura, and taking a breath made them feel lighter.

Master Chifeng's eyes lit up.

That's the light that appears when a hunter sees its prey come into range.

He carried the red knife and began walking towards the cave entrance.

The pace was not fast, but each step was steady, leaving a shallow footprint on the ground with each step.

Jiang Yan followed behind him, his right hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Then a monkey blocked their way.

It's a stone.

The stone rushed towards the pool, its legs still trembling from the force of the impact, but it still made its way through.

It stood at the entrance to the cave, its four paws outstretched, its body low to the ground, its tail puffed up into a ball of fur, and a low warning growl emanating from its throat.

Its eyes were fixed on Master Chifeng, its pupils showing no fear, only a pure, unthinking hostility.

Master Chifeng looked down at the monkey.

His lips twitched slightly, not in a smile, but in the kind of subtle expression one instinctively produces when seeing a praying mantis blocking a carriage.

He raised his left hand casually, as if swatting away a fly.

An invisible force struck the stone in the chest.

The stone's body was struck as if by a giant hand, flying backward and crashing into the mountainside with a dull thud.

The rocks on the mountainside crashed down with a loud crash, sliding off the cliff and landing sprawling on the ground, panting heavily, with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of their mouths.

But it struggled to roll over, bracing itself on all fours, and tried to stand up again.

Master Chifeng did not look at it.

He continued walking towards the cave entrance.

A second monkey rushed out.

It's that one-eyed old monkey.

It is not as fast as the stone, nor as strong, and its legs are lumped, so it runs with a wobbly gait.

But its charging momentum was fiercer than any other monkey—its mouth was wide open, revealing all its broken teeth, and it let out a hoarse roar. Its two front paws were raised high above its head, clenched into fists, and it slammed them down toward Master Chifeng's knee.

Its fist did not touch Master Chifeng.

Master Chifeng didn't even make a move.

The force field around him automatically deflected the one-eyed old monkey's attack. The old monkey's fist struck a point a foot away from Master Chifeng's knee, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and the knuckles made a crisp "crack" sound.

The old monkey was thrown back several steps by the force field, but it did not fall. Instead, it used the force field to turn around, braced itself with its legs, and raised its other paw again, wanting to strike again.

Master Chifeng frowned.

These monkeys can't stop him, but it's annoying.

He raised his left foot and kicked it casually.

That kick landed on the one-eyed old monkey's chest.

The old monkey's body was like a stone that had been kicked, flying three feet off the ground and then flying five zhang backward before crashing onto the gravel slope and rolling three times before coming to a stop.

A patch of fur on its chest had been kicked off, revealing bluish-purple skin underneath—the color of extensive subcutaneous bleeding.

It lay on the gravel slope, its limbs twitching, its mouth open, trying to breathe but unable to, making a "hoarse" sound in its throat, as if something was blocking its trachea.

The blue-eyed old monkey ran out of the troop, ran to the one-eyed old monkey, used its front paws to hold its head, and turned it over.

The one-eyed old monkey finally took a breath, but the sound of his breathing was very strange, with a wet, rattling sound, as if each breath was being pulled out of the water.

The monkey troop quieted down.

All the monkeys looked at the one-eyed old monkey lying on the scree slope—the tuft of black bear fur on its chest was still there; it was the thickest patch of fur it had stuffed into its chest after defeating the black bear, but when it was kicked away, the fur loosened, fell out, and was blown away by the wind.

It struggled to reach out its paws to grab the tuft of bear fur that had flown away, but it couldn't reach it. Its paws grasped weakly in the air for a moment, and then fell down.

Sun Wukong watched this scene unfold.

His expression changed.

It's not anger—anger is too mild a word.

He was still laughing when Master Chifeng unleashed his powerful demonic energy field.

His smile faded slightly when the stone was knocked away.

His expression completely changed when the one-eyed old monkey was kicked away.

It wasn't anger, but something deeper—like the moment before a volcano erupts and the ground collapses, like the last groan of a steel cable stretched to its limit before snapping.

He pulled the golden cudgel out of the mud.

The mud clinging to the stick was shattered into powder by an invisible force and fell off in a flurry.

The staff began to glow—not the red light of flames, but a pure, scorching golden light.

Golden light emanated from inside the staff, distorting and burning the surrounding air.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You kicked it."

Master Chifeng stopped and turned around.

His expression remained calm—Sun Wukong's reaction was within his expectations.

He was prepared to take action before he arrived; in fact, you could say he came with the intention of doing so.

The discipline elders of the Tiangang Sect are never people who get things done by talking.

"I'll give you one last chance." Master Chifeng raised his red sword, the tip pointing at Sun Wukong. "Hand over the pill."

"These monkeys—" He glanced at the one-eyed old monkey still convulsing on the scree slope, "—can still be saved.

If you don't pay, it won't just be a matter of being kicked.

Sun Wukong did not answer.

His body vanished from the spot in the next instant.

It's not invisibility, it's not teleportation, it's pure speed so fast that the naked eye can't even detect his movement.

Master Chifeng only saw a crater explode in the mud where Sun Wukong was standing, and then a pressure that almost crushed him came crashing down from above.

Sun Wukong appeared three zhang above the head of the True Man of Chifeng, holding his golden cudgel high above his head, gripping the end of the cudgel with both hands, and smashing it down in a mountain-splitting motion.

The golden light burning on the staff left an arc-shaped trail in the air, like a shooting star falling from the sky.

Before the stick even arrived, the wind from it had already reached it—the ground beneath Master Chifeng's feet sank three inches under the pressure of the wind, and all the rubble on the gravel slope was crushed into dust, creating a huge depression radiating outward from Master Chifeng.

Master Chifeng did not dodge.

He held the red sword above his head and took the blow head-on.

The sound of the golden cudgel striking the red blade was not the crisp sound of metal colliding, but a deeper, more muffled roar, like two planets colliding.

Centered on the two people, a visible shockwave spread outwards in all directions. The surface of a pool of water was lifted three feet high, and a layer of leaves in the peach grove were shaken off. The dozen or so monkeys closest to the shockwave were pushed backwards and rolled more than ten feet before stopping.

The waterfall's flow was interrupted for a full three breaths as the shockwave swept past, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the waterfall before it resumed flowing downwards.

Chu Yang moved before the shockwave spread.

Instead of taking the hit head-on, he sidestepped and moved behind a boulder by the pool. The shockwave struck the boulder, creating a fine crack on its surface.

The ground beneath Chifeng Zhenren's feet sank again.

His knees were slightly bent, the veins on his arms were bulging, and the crimson blade was held above his head to block the golden cudgel. The array patterns on the blade lit up, with dark red and golden light intertwining.

The clash of the two forces created a fist-sized vacuum sphere between their weapons—a sphere devoid of air and sound, containing only two diametrically opposed forces crushing each other.