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

Chapter 1107 Confirming His Body Temperature

A bright blue-white light appeared in his palm, rapidly expanding from the size of a billiard ball to the size of a human head. The air around the edge of the sphere twisted and deformed under the high temperature, emitting a sizzling sound.

The water in the pool turned completely blue under the light.

Then a very faint sound came from the other side of the cave.

It wasn't an explosion, it wasn't a rupture.

It was the sound of wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks.

Lu Yuanzhou's hand stopped.

He turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

A person walked out of the cave.

Chu Yang emerged.

But this is no longer the Chu Yang who entered the cave.

He was barefoot and shirtless—the sleeve of his right arm had been torn when Jin Dan passed by, so he simply took off his entire garment, revealing a lean physique covered in crisscrossing old scars.

New scars were also present on her right arm; the several cracks in the skin had not yet fully healed, and the edges of the cracks were a fresh pink.

Her hair was completely white, the silvery-white hair was not tied up, but was draped over her shoulders, each strand emitting an extremely faint silver light, like silkworm silk soaked in moonlight.

His left eye was dark brown, and his right eye was light gold with dark red markings. When both eyes looked at Lu Yuanzhou at the same time, it felt as if he was being stared at by two people.

What caught Lu Yuanzhou's attention the most were the two layers of aura surrounding his body.

Orange-gold celestial power and dark gray magic power, like two intertwined snakes, slowly swirled around his body.

The two forces should have been mutually exclusive, with immortals and demons being irreconcilable—this is the law of heaven and earth, but they did not.

They found a strange balance point in Chu Yang, stimulating and reinforcing each other, and finally merging into an aura that Lu Yuanzhou had never seen before.

That aura was neither celestial, nor demonic, nor monster-like; it did not belong to any known power system in the Eastern Continent.

Lu Yuanzhou watched for one breath, two breaths, three breaths.

His expression finally changed—not from fear or panic, but from some profound surprise.

He put the ball of light back in his palm; the blue-white light flashed in the air and then went out.

"You swallowed it," he said.

Chu Yang stopped at the entrance of the cave.

He looked down at Sun Wukong and saw the wounds on Sun Wukong's body, the blood still seeping from his forehead, and the small puddle of blood on the ground.

Then he looked up at Lu Yuanzhou.

"Come on," Chu Yang said.

His voice was a little hoarse—the surging power in his dantian had also damaged part of his vocal cords. Although they were healing, the healing process was slower than that of other parts of his body.

His hoarseness made his voice sound lower than usual.

Lu Yuanzhou remained silent for a while.

Then he took the folding fan off his waist again.

This time he didn't open it, but held it directly in his hand, using the folding fan as a short weapon.

He took seriously an old monster who had lived for countless years, and faced a junior who had just swallowed a golden core and whose realm was still unstable, and adopted a true fighting stance.

This is not out of caution, but out of respect for the golden elixir itself.

Chu Yang made a move.

He stomped his foot on the ground, and the entire scree slope exploded outwards from the spot where he stepped.

The others had already crossed the entire scree slope before the blasted rubble reached its highest point, appearing in front of Lu Yuanzhou.

With a right punch, the fist surface was covered with orange-gold light. Before the fist even arrived, the wind from the punch had already smoothed out all the wrinkles on Lu Yuanzhou's robe.

Lu Yuanzhou used a folding fan to block the way.

The fist struck the fan ribs.

Then Lu Yuanzhou took three steps back.

He didn't retreat voluntarily; he was hit—his heels etched three increasingly deep furrows into the ground beneath his feet.

A shallow fist mark was left on the ribs of his fan.

The fist mark wasn't deep, but it was there. For the first time, a dent that could be seen with the naked eye appeared on the fan ribs that had remained unscathed for millennia.

Chu Yang gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The second punch followed immediately, then the third, and the fourth. His attack style was completely different from when they sparred on flat ground three days ago.

Back then, he was precise and focused on finding weaknesses.

He's not looking for her anymore.

He was playing a crushing, irrational, and insane style.

Because there is enough power to crush it.

Each punch was powerful enough to shatter a small mountain. The air was compressed to its limit on his fist and then exploded. Each punch was accompanied by a short and deafening sonic boom.

The sonic boom sent the pebbles on the scree slope bouncing across the ground, and the water in the pool was pushed toward the shore by the shockwave.

Sun Wukong retreated to a distance before Chu Yang rushed out, and a slight smile curved his lips as he watched this scene.

Then he sat down and began to stop the bleeding from the wound on his leg.

After blocking more than a dozen punches from Chu Yang, Lu Yuanzhou discovered a problem—Chu Yang's strength was getting stronger with each punch.

It wasn't the gradual release of power typical of normal combat, but rather a more terrifying growth curve—the Golden Core continuously merged into Chu Yang's body during the battle. With each punch, the fusion between the Golden Core and his body increased by 10%, and his power rose by 10%.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn after he swallowed the golden elixir, he had transformed from someone who could be blown away by Lu Yuanzhou's flick of a finger into someone who could force Lu Yuanzhou to retreat step by step.

The battle must end before he fully integrates with the Golden Core.

Before Chu Yang's punch could land, Lu Yuanzhou suddenly opened his folding fan.

It wasn't opened towards Chu Yang, but towards the sky.

In that instant, the ink-wash landscape on the fan came to life—mountains rose from the fan, rivers flowed from the fan, and birds took flight from the fan.

The entire fan-shaped space unfolded in reality, simultaneously enveloping Chu Yang and Lu Yuanzhou.

Chu Yang felt a blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him completely changed.

He stood on the mountainside, the mountain painted in the colors of an ink painting: black mountain body, white clouds and mist, and a gray sky, like a huge sheet of rice paper half-stained with ink.

Lu Yuanzhou stood on the opposite mountain peak, still holding the folding fan in his hand.

His voice came from the opposite mountain peak, reaching Chu Yang's ears clearly.

"This is a universe within a fan, a small world unto itself."

Here, I am the rule.

He swung the folding fan downwards.

The mountain beneath Chu Yang's feet suddenly collapsed—not an earthquake, but the entire mountain was collapsing downwards, cracking open and rocks falling, like a building block tower with its base removed.

Chu Yang's body plummeted down the collapsing mountainside. He adjusted his posture during the fall, stepped on a falling boulder for leverage, and leaped up, flipping in mid-air before landing on another mountain peak.

But as soon as his foot touched the mountain peak, the mountain collapsed.

"In my world, you can't stand on any mountain, because I won't let you."

After seven mountains collapsed in succession, Chu Yang finally stopped jumping.

He hovered in mid-air—the power of his Golden Core was enough to allow him to float even without the support of spiritual energy—and tilted his head as he looked at Lu Yuanzhou opposite him.

"The world is beautiful," he said, "but there's a problem."

"What?"

"It's too quiet."

Chu Yang clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and then slammed them down.

It didn't smash towards Lu Yuanzhou, but rather towards the void beneath his feet.

Orange-gold celestial power and dark gray magic power converged in his fist to form a rotating two-colored sphere of light. The sphere of light smashed into the void, shattering the void like a mirror.

The cracks started from the point where the light sphere landed and spread in all directions, becoming faster and denser. Finally, the entire universe within the fan emitted a crisp cracking sound, and the mountains, clouds, and birds all turned into fragments. The fragments then turned into points of light and dissipated in the sunlight of the real world.

A tiny crack appeared on the folding fan in Lu Yuanzhou's hand.

Chu Yang stood once again on the gravel slope of Huaguo Mountain.

Her silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and the dark red lines in her right eye were a little brighter than before, but no one noticed.

He extended his right hand, palm open, aimed at Lu Yuanzhou, and a ball of orange-gold light shone in his palm, exactly the same thing Lu Yuanzhou had done to him earlier.

"It's your turn," Chu Yang said.

Lu Yuanzhou tucked the folding fan back into his waistband.

He looked at Chu Yang for a long time.

Then he did something no one expected—he placed his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed slightly.

That's a courtesy that the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Gang Sect would use when facing an opponent of equal rank.

"You've already fused with the Golden Core," he said, his voice as calm as ever. "Even if you take it out, you won't survive."

Although the Heavenly Gang Sect has been pursuing the Golden Elixir for ten thousand years, they will not use the method of killing living people to obtain it. He lowered his hands from his shoulders. "That's enough for today."

The ball of light in Chu Yang's palm did not dissipate.

"You mean it's over just like that?"

"I am Lu Yuanzhou, the Supreme Elder of the Tiangang Sect," he said. "My word is as good as gold."

The Heavenly Gang Sect ceased its pursuit of Yin Wuyai's golden elixir.

He turned around and walked towards the coast.

His pace was the same as when he came, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.

We walked across the scree slope, past the edge of the peach grove, across the beach, and onto the sea.

Ice floes solidified beneath his feet, carrying him northward.

After walking several dozen steps, he stopped without looking back.

"Chu Yang".

"Although the demonic nature within you is suppressed by the Golden Core, it will eventually backfire," he said. "At that time, the Heavenly Gang Sect may see you again."

I hope that back then you'd still be worthy of my fan.

Then he continued walking, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared into the gray-blue line where the sea and sky met.

The ball of light in Chu Yang's palm finally went out.

He stood there, his silver-white hair slowly fading back to its original color—black began to spread from the roots, pushing it down inch by inch, squeezing the silver-white hair out from the ends.

The gold in his right eye faded, the dark red lines flashed and then disappeared, and his pupil returned to its deep brown color.

The two-colored aura surrounding his body receded back into his body layer by layer, finally sinking entirely into his dantian.

He swayed for a moment, then knelt on one knee.

Sun Wukong rushed over from the side and grabbed his shoulder.

Chu Yang's body was frighteningly hot—not from the heat of the Golden Core, but from the high temperature naturally generated after his body had been operating at high intensity.

He placed his hand on Chu Yang's back and could feel two forces within Chu Yang's body slowly calming down, like two floods that finally began to flow quietly after finding a common channel.

"The monkey troop," Chu Yang's voice was extremely hoarse, "check if any are injured."

Sun Wukong did not move.

He supported Chu Yang's shoulder, helped him sit on the ground, and then shrunk the golden cudgel and put it back into his ear.

On the distant mountaintop, the scream of the stone pierced through the sound of the waterfall—it had already seen Lu Yuanzhou leave and was leading the monkey troop down the mountain.

Dozens of monkeys climbed down the mountainside faster than they had gone up.

Shi Tou was at the very front, and when he reached Chu Yang, he almost couldn't stop. His limbs slid a short distance on the gravel slope before he finally came to a stop.

It crouched down in front of Chu Yang, touched Chu Yang's arm with its paw, then withdrew it, and touched it again, as if to confirm that Chu Yang was still alive.

"It's nothing," Chu Yang said.

Stone turned and called out to the monkeys a few times, and the monkeys gathered around.

The little monkey emerged from the troop, clutching a green wild fruit in its paw—exactly the same one it had given to the one-eyed old monkey last time.

It placed the wild fruit on Chu Yang's lap, then retreated and hid behind a rock, revealing only its two black eyes.

Chu Yang picked up a wild fruit and took a bite.

It was so sour that his whole face scrunched up.

But he swallowed it anyway.

Chu Yang sat in the cave for three whole days.

It wasn't cultivation, it wasn't breathing exercises, it was just sitting.

His back was against the cave wall, the back of his head pressed against the cold stone, his legs were casually crossed, one hand was on his knee, and the other hand hung down at his side, his fingertips touching the ground.

His eyes were half-open, his breathing was so shallow that you could hardly see his chest rising and falling. He looked like a puppet whose strength had been drained, just sitting there idly.

The pearl in the grotto was still shining, and the light shone on his face, illuminating every tiny scar on his face. The skin on his right arm, which had been torn by the golden elixir, had scabbed over. The scab was dark brown with slightly raised edges, revealing the pink new skin underneath.

The wounds on my back from the scree slope had scabbed over, the largest one on my left scapula, shaped like a dried-up lakebed.

The stone goes down three times a day.

Download it once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening.

It dared not stay in the cave for too long. After the golden core was taken away, the concentration of spiritual energy in the cave dropped sharply, but it was still too strong for the stone that had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

Each time it went down, it would only sit next to Chu Yang for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, without speaking or making any movements, it would just sit there.

Sometimes it would carefully touch Chu Yang's fingers with its paw, then pull it back, as if to check if his body temperature was still there.

Sun Wukong came down to see it once on the first day.

He squatted down in front of Chu Yang, tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, then put two fingers on Chu Yang's wrist.

Chu Yang's pulse was not the normal "thump-thump-thump," but a more complex rhythm—two forces flowed in his blood vessels at different speeds. The immortal force flowed slowly and steadily, while the demonic force flowed quickly and rapidly. The two rhythms overlapped and became "thump-thump-thump—thump-thump-thump," like playing a drumbeat that only Chu Yang himself could understand.