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

Chapter 1111 Pigsy's Killing Move

What if it were the master? What would the master do?

Tang Sanzang would probably sit at the cave entrance and preach a great doctrine to all the little demons until they all fell asleep. Then, when they woke up the next morning, they would find that the little demons had spontaneously cleaned the cave entrance, because they had been moved by his teachings in their dreams.

This kind of thing happened more than once on the journey to the West. Every time, Pigsy found it incomprehensible, but every time it really happened.

The problem is, he is not a monkey, not Chu Yang, and certainly not his master.

He is Zhu Bajie (Pigsy).

He's gluttonous, lazy, and hates trouble. He wants to marry any pretty girl he sees. That's why he was taken in by his master back in Gao Village.

But now, sitting in this mountain stronghold that doesn't belong to him, facing a group of hungry little demons with green eyes, he finds that he can't leave.

It wasn't that someone was stopping him; he simply couldn't leave on his own.

That day, when we rescued that old demon at the foot of the mountain, the old demon was lying by the roadside, having been transformed back into its original form—an old wolf with gray fur, most of its fur missing, revealing its wrinkled skin and clearly visible ribs.

It saw Pigsy passing by and, with its last breath, grabbed Pigsy's ankle.

Pigsy initially thought it was a staged accident.

He almost kicked it away.

Then the old demon took out a token from his pocket.

The token was made of iron and was very old. It was engraved with the shape of a mountain—not the mountain of Black Wind Cave, but another, higher mountain. There were clouds on the mountaintop, and a palace could be vaguely seen in the clouds.

The token has one word engraved on the back: Guard.

"Black Wind Cave," the old demon said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding iron, "forty-seven children."

No one cares; they won't survive this winter.

"You're Tianpeng—you can't control this—"

It breathed its last after saying those words.

Pigsy stood by the roadside, clutching the token in his hand, for a long time.

He was thinking: How did I, a Clean Altar Messenger, end up taking on a monster's mess?

He was sitting on the tiger-skin chair, and water droplets from the cave ceiling began to gather above his nose again.

He took the token out of his pocket and examined it from all angles.

The character "守" (shǒu, meaning "to guard") on the back of the token is worn so badly that it's almost illegible, and the iron edges have been smoothed and rounded by the passage of time.

"Forty-seven," he muttered to himself. "Old Wolf, you said forty-seven, but I've counted them and there are only thirty-two."

Where did the other fifteen go?

No one answered him.

The only sounds in the cave were the dripping water from the stalactites and the faint echo of a pangolin snoring from the depths of the back mountain.

On the third day after taking over the stronghold, Pigsy discovered that the number of people was not right.

That day, he asked the old rat spirit to bring out the village's roster. The old rat spirit searched the cave for a whole afternoon and finally found a yellowed sheepskin under a dusty wooden box.

The sheepskin was covered with names written on it. Some names were circled, some were crossed out, and fifteen names were left blank.

"What about these?" Pigsy tapped the fifteen blank names with his knuckles.

The old rat spirit came closer, squinted its grayish-white eyes and stared for a long time, then slowly stopped wagging its tail behind it.

"He was taken away by the Eagle King of Tongtou Mountain."

Three months before the previous king died, they came to collect rent. We couldn't pay, so they used people as collateral.

Fifteen, all of them were the strongest.

Pigsy rolled up the sheepskin and placed it on the table.

Water droplets dripped from the stalactites on the cave ceiling, landing on the sheepskin and spreading into a small, dark stain.

He remained silent for a long time, then stood up and hoisted the nine-toothed rake onto his shoulder.

Where is Tongtou Mountain?

"Go west, cross three mountains, cross a river, then cross another mountain." The old rat spirit paused. "Your Majesty, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Prepare the visiting card."

Pigsy set off before dawn.

He didn't walk fast along the way—not because he was lazy, but because he was making plans in his mind as he walked.

The fact that Tongtoushan dared to directly draw people from Heifengdong shows that the difference in strength is enormous.

His strongest fighter right now is Black Bear, but Black Bear can't even beat him.

If you force your way in, you'll almost certainly humiliate yourself.

But if he didn't get the people back, what would the remaining thirty-two little demons in Black Wind Cave think? The new mountain king didn't even dare to ask for his stolen companions back, so who would believe he could protect the mountain in the future? He thought about it all the way, crossed three mountains, crossed a river, and then crossed another mountain, until the sun was setting on the second day when he finally saw the outline of Copper Head Mountain in the distance.

Tongtou Mountain truly lives up to its name; the entire mountain resembles an inverted bronze hammer, with a flat summit and almost vertical cliffs on all four sides.

The cliff face was barren, and the exposed rocks reflected a cold, hard, and dark metallic luster in the setting sun.

The mountaintop was brightly lit, and from a distance it looked like a dark red gem embedded on the mountain peak.

A man-made stone staircase winds its way up from the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate halfway up. Every ten steps on either side of the staircase stands a stone pillar, with a stone-carved eagle perched atop each pillar. Each eagle is in a different pose—some spread their wings as if about to take flight, some swooping down, and some standing still with their wings folded.

The sheer grandeur of this stone staircase makes the half-overgrown mountain path of Black Wind Cave seem like a muddy country road.

Pigsy stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the stone steps.

A mountain breeze blew in, seeping into his collar, which had been torn by the eagle demon, and felt chilly.

He adjusted the collar of his cassock, took the visiting card out of his pocket, and glanced at it again. The red paper was a little wrinkled from being soaked in sweat, but the old rat spirit's calligraphy was still neat.

He tucked the visiting card back into his pocket, shouldered his rake, and stepped onto the first stone step.

The mountain gate is built halfway up the mountain and is a gatehouse carved from a single piece of bluestone.

The gate tower is about three zhang high and more than two zhang wide. On the left and right sides stand two stone pillars with coiled dragons. The dragon scales on the pillars are inlaid with a dark red stone, which gleams with a scarlet light under the torchlight.

A black plaque with gold lettering hangs above the gate tower, bearing the three large characters: Tongtou Mountain.

The characters were written with strong, powerful strokes, exuding an undeniable aura of menace.

Six little demons stood guard at the gate, each in full armor, their weapons gleaming coldly in the firelight.

"Who goes there?" The leader, a leopard-headed demon, brandished his spear.

"Black Wind Cave Mountain King, Pigsy." Pigsy handed over the visiting card, "I've come to pay my respects and have something to discuss with King Eagle Sorrow."

The leopard-headed demon accepted the invitation, glanced at it, and then looked up at Pigsy.

Its gaze swept from Pigsy's tattered robes to the nine-toothed rake on his shoulder, and finally landed on his mud-splattered boots, letting out a snort.

"Black Wind Cave? You mean that Black Wind Cave that can't even pay its rent?" It shoved the invitation card into the hand of its henchman. "Wait here."

Pigsy stood outside the door for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Inside the mountain gate, the lights were bright, and one could vaguely hear a cacophony of sounds coming from within: shouts of drinking games, the clinking of cups, and the shrill laughter of several female demons.

These sounds mingled together, surging from the depths of the passageway, crashing against the bluestone walls and bouncing back, creating a cacophony that was quite unsettling.

The Leopard-Headed Demon is finally back.

Behind it followed a tall, thin man dressed in a blue brocade robe with a silver belt around his waist and black boots with gold trim. He had a long face, prominent cheekbones, and amber-colored vertical pupils that were not fully formed, deliberately retaining the characteristics of an eagle.

He walked to the gate tower, stood on the top step, and looked down at Pigsy.

"The mountain king of Black Wind Cave?" His voice was high-pitched, with the distinctive whistle of a hawk. "I am Eagle Soaring, the second-in-command of Copper Head Mountain."

Your Majesty has guests today and it is inconvenient to see outsiders.

Tell me what's wrong.

Pigsy swallowed his words about the visiting card – the other party clearly didn't take Black Wind Cave seriously, so sending the card would be pointless.

He slammed the rake to the ground, the tail of the rake striking the bluestone steps and sending up a few sparks.

"Three months ago, you took fifteen little demons away from Black Wind Cave."

I'm here to take people back.

Yingyang tilted his head, as if recalling a very trivial matter.

"Those fifteen, I remember."

What's wrong? "

"I'm taking them back."

Ying Yang looked at Zhu Bajie for a few moments, then smiled.

The smile wasn't exaggerated; the corners of his mouth just curled up slightly. But there wasn't a trace of a smile in his amber vertical pupils; instead, they carried a cold light that only comes when scrutinizing prey.

"You can take it back." He took his hand out from behind his back, and the fingers of his right hand slowly transformed into eagle claws in the torchlight. Blue scales emerged from under his skin, and his nails extended into curved blades. "According to the rules of Copperhead Mountain, if you want to take anything out of this mountain gate, you have to ask my claws first."

Pigsy remained silent for two breaths.

He originally wanted to reason with them: the rent arrears could be discussed, and the repayment could be made in installments. They were all just struggling to make a living in a poor mountain village, so why make things so extreme?

But when he saw Ying Yang's claws revealed, he swallowed all those words.

Because he suddenly realized something: Tongtoushan never intended to reason with him from the beginning.

In those amber vertical pupils, he wasn't some mountain king of Black Wind Cave; he was just an arrogant pig demon who had come to their door to invite humiliation.

Since that's the case, then let's fight.

Pigsy switched the rake from his right hand to his left hand, and then back to his right hand.

His movements were slow, so slow that it was as if he were performing an extremely ancient ritual.

Marshal Tianpeng's Nine-Toothed Rake weighs 5,048 catties. It was forged by Laozi himself using divine ice iron and hammered with the power of the Five Emperors of the Five Directions and the Six Ding and Six Jia.

On his journey to the West, he used this rake to fight the Yellow Wind Demon, the Scorpion Demon, and the Nine-Headed Insect. He won and lost, but never once did he feel like a coward holding this rake.

He gripped the nine-toothed rake tightly, its body flashing a cold light in the torchlight, completely different from the warm glow of the torches on the mountain gate.

With a flash of cold light, the rake had already spun over his shoulder, drawing an arc in the air, its nine teeth aimed straight at Ying Yang's face.

Eagle Yang took a half step back, his right claw slashing upwards, colliding with the rake teeth and exploding into a shower of sparks in the night.

Before the fire even landed, the two had already bounced apart, creating a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Eagle looked down at its claws, where several tiny nicks had appeared at the tips—the marks left by the rake. Though they were so shallow they were almost invisible, nicks were still nicks.

His eyes finally showed a hint of seriousness.

He reached out and untied the silver belt from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the belt transformed into a long silver spear.

The spear is entirely silver-white, with a tuft of blue feathers adorning the tip. These feathers are not decorations, but rather an extremely rare magical artifact. Each feather can generate wind, increasing the spear's speed.

This is Eagle's trump card weapon, the Wind Chaser Spear.

He disdained to use his spear against ordinary opponents, but the power of the Nine-Toothed Rake made him abandon his contempt and finally draw his weapon.

"If you can let me use a gun, you can't lose unjustly." Ying Yang gripped the butt of the gun with one hand, pointing the tip at Zhu Bajie. Azure demonic power spread from the gun body to the tip, forming a constantly rotating wind blade on the tip.

Pigsy did not reply.

Two streams of white breath escaped from his nostrils, and demonic power circulated rapidly within his body, causing his cassock to flutter loudly.

He held the rake in front of him, the teeth pointing towards the eagle, lowered his center of gravity, bent his knees slightly, and assumed a defensive posture.

The two started almost simultaneously—the Eagle Spear thrust straight forward, and the wind blades on the spear tip shot out a step ahead of the spear tip, transforming into three crescent-shaped cyan wind blades in the air, slashing towards Pigsy from the upper, middle and lower directions.

Pigsy didn't dodge; instead, he swung his rake in a circle, and the nine rake teeth formed an iron wall in front of him.

The three wind blades struck the iron wall, shattering into countless fine wind fragments. The wind fragments grazed Pigsy's cheeks and arms, leaving seven or eight shallow cuts.

But he didn't back down. He knew that if he did, Ying Yang's counterattacks would come crashing down like a storm, until he could no longer stand firm.

Eagle's spear followed closely behind Wind Blade, piercing straight in.

The spearhead struck the iron wall of the rake, and the ear-piercing clang of metal echoed throughout the entire mountain gate.

With a flick of his wrist, Pigsy switched his rake from defense to counterattack, hooking the shaft of the spear with its nine teeth and pulling it sharply to the side.

The force of this area was greater than Ying Yang had expected. He was pulled to the side and staggered two steps. Although he quickly regained his balance, a slight opening was revealed in his front during that moment of staggering.

Pigsy did not let this opportunity pass.

He let go of the rake and crashed into Yingyang's arms, his shoulder slamming into Yingyang's chest.

The force of that lean was immense; Yingyang groaned, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

But Zhu Bajie's killer move wasn't that one.

He rammed his head into Yingyang's face, his forehead slamming hard into Yingyang's nose.

With a dull thud, two streams of blood spurted from Yingyang's nose, his vertical pupils suddenly dilated, and he staggered back several steps before finally stopping when his back slammed against a stone pillar at the mountain gate.

Pigsy stood there panting heavily, his forehead was also cut, and blood flowed down his brow, past his furrowed nose, and dripped onto the ground.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, leaving it covered in bloody welts, making it look much more serious than it actually was.

But he stood there, the rake back in his hand, its teeth still covered with silver shavings scraped from the shaft of the Eagle's Roar rifle.