Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 440 A brutal beating of Fangcun Mountain, Subhuti appears.

"Senior Brother, how about I help you carry this bucket of water?"

Sun Wukong's relaxed voice came from afar, clearly reaching everyone's ears. Everyone quickly looked over and saw Sun Wukong steadily carrying two buckets of water on his shoulders, walking steadily towards them.

"Junior Brother Wukong."

Enlightenment is like a drowning person grasping at the last straw; fear vanishes from their eyes, replaced only by gratitude.

Wujue went to Fangcun Mountain when he was very young. Because of his average talent and lack of comprehension, coupled with his introverted nature, he was always alone and had no close friends.

But after Sun Wukong arrived, Wujue realized how wonderful it was to have a good friend.

But soon, Wujue became worried again. Senior Brother Guangfa's strength was unfathomable. He was an immortal. How could anyone below the level of an immortal be matched with him?

Wujue exerted all his strength to try to lift the bucket in front of him, but the bucket was too heavy, and no matter how hard Wujue tried, he couldn't lift it.

At this moment, Sun Wukong had already walked up to the crowd, and Guangfa said with a smile, "If Junior Brother Wukong wants to give it a try, then come and try it."

Guangfa looked relaxed, but he was secretly pleased with himself. He had cast a spell on the bucket, so although it was just a bucket, it was as heavy as a small hill. It was so heavy that even the most powerful cultivator below the Earth Immortal level would not be able to lift it.

Originally, I only wanted to teach Wujue a lesson first, and then find another opportunity to settle accounts with that monkey later. Now, it's great that I can solve both problems at once.

"Junior Brother Wukong, there's something wrong with this bucket; you can't lift it."

Wujue leaned close to Sun Wukong and spoke in a low voice.

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, gave Wujue a reassuring smile, and then his lips curled up slightly. "Senior Brother Guangfa, I can lift this bucket of water, but I don't know if you can take it."

"If you can bring it up, why shouldn't I?"

Guangfa smiled and gestured for Sun Wukong to begin.

Sun Wukong stretched out a hand, placed it on the wooden bucket, and with a slight effort, the bucket, which seemed to be rooted to the ground, was suddenly lifted into the air, level with Sun Wukong's chest.

"Wow, that's some real strength!"

"This monkey, is it some kind of freak? How can it have such strength!"

The surrounding disciples gasped in shock, their expressions changing visibly, their faces filled with disbelief.

Guangfa's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief on his face. He knew the weight of the wooden bucket better than anyone; even he needed to secretly gather his strength to lift it. This monkey...

Just as Guangfa's thoughts were drifting far away, Sun Wukong spoke up, "Brother Guangfa, now it's up to you whether you can catch this!"

Sun Wukong's arms revealed clearly defined muscle lines. He suddenly swung the wooden bucket around, then released it. The bucket flew out of Sun Wukong's hands like a cannonball.

The wooden barrels rubbed against the air in mid-air, making a piercing sound. The sharp wind stung people's faces, and countless disciples, their faces filled with fear, hurriedly retreated.

Guangfa tried to dodge, but a very special aura emanated from the barrel, locking onto him and preventing him from escaping no matter where he tried.

"Indestructible!"

Guangfa shouted, and the Earth Immortal's power within his body spread along a special path, covering every inch of his skin. The next moment, an extremely dazzling light burst forth from Guangfa's body, causing everyone to gasp in surprise and shift their gaze. When their eyes returned to Guangfa, he had already become a dazzling golden figure.

His already robust body suddenly grew even taller and stronger, his whole body shimmering with golden light. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and let the flying bucket collide with him.

"boom!!!"

The moment the two touched, it was as if two small metal mountains collided, creating a powerful shockwave and raising countless plumes of dust.

As the smoke cleared, Guangfa was still holding the bucket of water in both hands. He had been thrown several meters by the enormous impact, his arms trembling and his face deathly pale.

Wujue was almost stunned. "Junior Brother Wukong, you've been hiding your abilities for too long!"

Who is Senior Brother Guangfa? He is a dignified immortal, yet he was defeated. As the person who spent the most time with Sun Wukong on Fangcun Mountain, Wujue realized that he seemed to have never really understood Junior Brother Wukong.

Several breaths passed before Guangfa finally came to his senses. He was soaking wet and disheveled, and the anger that had been building up inside him for so long exploded. "Junior brothers, attack together!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the disciples watching changed drastically. They transformed into hungry wolves and pounced on Sun Wukong. These were the most loyal followers of Guangfa, and at least they had the cultivation of refining qi into spirit and returning to emptiness. There were even two or three disciples who had reached the stage of refining emptiness and merging with the Dao. At this moment, they all pounced on Sun Wukong, their attacks as swift as thunder, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Before Wujue could even finish telling Sun Wukong to be careful, Sun Wukong was completely overwhelmed.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and spiritual energy surged, transforming into a vast, misty land where nothing could be seen or sensed, except for the constant sounds of fists and feet emanating from within.

Wujue's face turned ashen. He was about to run to the Three Star Cave to ask the Patriarch for help and to complain when Guangfa casually unleashed a burst of magic power, freezing him in place and rendering him unable to move.

Guangfa's face showed a smug look. Being surrounded by so many people, let alone those below the level of immortals, even a terrestrial immortal like himself would suffer if he was not careful.

Seven or eight breaths later, the sound suddenly disappeared from the mist and dust, leaving an utter silence. This startled Guangfa. Could his men be too powerful and have killed Sun Wukong?

Guangfa unleashed a palm strike, the wind whistling through the air, directly dispersing the mist and revealing a truly astonishing scene.

All the Fangcun Mountain disciples who had been besieging Sun Wukong were now either clutching their arms or hugging their legs, their faces pale and bruised, with cries of agony filling the air.

Sun Wukong remained standing in the same spot, looking at him with a half-smile, his expression extremely calm. If you looked closely, you could even see a hint of disappointment on his face.

"How is that possible?"

Guangfa panicked immediately. Clearly, the strength Sun Wukong displayed far exceeded his expectations.

"The Three Treasures Dust-Flying Brush!"

"Seven-Star Whip!"

Guangfa gritted his teeth and unleashed two magical treasures, striking fiercely at Sun Wukong. However, Sun Wukong didn't even glance at them. He simply waited until Guangfa was in front of him before kicking him hard. The originally aggressive Guangfa was sent flying by this kick and landed heavily on a small hill, where he remained motionless for a long time.

The crowd that had been knocked to the ground by Sun Wukong immediately stopped screaming. Seeing Guangfa being sent flying, they were shocked and cried out, "You demon monkey, how could you use such a vicious attack? What will the Patriarch think if he finds out?"

Before the man could finish speaking, Sun Wukong gave him a look, which immediately made him swallow back what he was about to say.

"Grandmaster, your disciple Wujue pays respects to the Grandmaster."

The chaotic scene subsided completely with the arrival of a single sentence. Not far away, ripples spread through the void, and Subhuti's figure emerged directly from them, while Wujue Boy hurriedly stepped forward to pay homage.

(End of this chapter)