Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

"This is Sun Wukong, the newly ascended Demon King of Flower-Fruit Mountain in Aolai Kingdom of the East Victorious Divine Continent, who shares some past acquaintances with me, Old Bull. He has come here this time to... uh..."

The Bull Demon King stopped abruptly and turned his head to scratch his head. Looking at Sun Wukong, he asked, "Wukong, what are you here for?"

"Your brother Sun has come this time to get to know the fellow Demon Kings, make some friends, and at the same time, discuss the matters of forming an alliance."

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes in secret; the Bull Demon King wasn't stupid. He knew exactly why he was here—it was deliberate!

"An alliance?"

The Macaque King's eyes lit up as he asked with a smile, "I wonder what kind of alliance Brother Wukong is referring to?"

"As you all know, the Human Race has become powerful, and we of the Demon Clan can only roam in the mountains and forests, occasionally being captured by immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons to serve as their mounts. At the end of the day, it is because our Demon Clan is divided, far too scattered, and never united.

Therefore, I have established the Demon Cult in Flower-Fruit Mountain and plan to invite demons from all over the world to join in planning great things!"

In his past life, among the Seven Great Saints, it was the Macaque King who was the most astute. Sun Wukong knew that he couldn't fool him with lies, and he didn't intend to lie anyway. He stood up and boldly stated his intentions.

Sun Wukong's unabashed ambition scared the Macaque King and the others. It sounded like he was planning to grow his forces and clearly challenge the Heavenly Court! Wasn't this like using an egg against a rock? With the Demon Clan's current strength, could they really stand against the Heavenly Court? Not to mention there was also the Western Buddhist Nation watching from the sidelines.

It all sounded quite unreliable!

"Brother Wukong, it is good to have ambition and vision, but some things have to be done within our means. With our current strength, going against the Human Heavenly Court seems a bit out of our league, doesn't it?"

The Roc Demon King's eyes darted around as he spoke, and the other Five Great Demon Kings also looked at Sun Wukong with skepticism, their gazes akin to one looking at a daydreamer.

"Your brother Sun never said to go to war with the Heavenly Court right now!"

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes again, "What I mean is, first we should unite, gather as many Demon Clans as possible, and gradually build up our strength. One day we will be strong enough to match the Human Heavenly Court!

In ancient times, when our Demon Clan's Heavenly Court dominated the Three Realms, didn't the Human Race also secretly gather forces to strengthen themselves, which eventually led them to take over our place as the master of the Three Realms?"

"Hmm, that does make some sense."

The Great Demon Kings exchanged glances and nodded. Agreeing to unite and develop was beneficial to each of them. As for going to war with the Heavenly Court, they could decide when the time came.

"Wukong makes sense, and Old Bull agrees. What do you guys think?"

The Bull Demon King was the first to speak up. After all, there was a private relationship of sworn brotherhood between him and Sun Wukong, so he had to have his back and give the younger brother some face, right?

"I agree too!"

"Agreed, we can unite!"

Once the Bull Demon King had agreed, the Macaque King and the others, each sharper than the next, naturally wouldn't oppose. The alliance was thus settled, but now that they had decided to ally, they had to establish a hierarchy.

There was no need to say more about the Bull Demon King's strength; the other Five Great Demon Kings were well aware that they were a bit lacking in cultivation compared to this Old Bull. However, they needed to weigh just how much Sun Wukong, the Beautiful Monkey King, had up his sleeve.

"Since we are forming an alliance, we need to choose an Alliance Hierarch and determine our ranks. Among us, Eldest Brother Bull is the oldest, and his strength is also the greatest. How about we acknowledge Eldest Brother Bull as our leader, and the rest of us can spar to determine our positions, how does that sound?"

All the Demon Kings had no objections to what the Macaque King said, but Sun Wukong slightly furrowed his brow. What did he mean by acknowledging the Bull Demon King as the boss? In terms of age, the Bull Demon King indeed was the eldest, but that didn't necessarily mean he was the strongest.

Sun Wukong was no longer the Beautiful Monkey King who had just returned from studying in the Three-Star Cave Heaven!

"The Alliance Hierarch needs to be chosen, but to be the Hierarch, one needs to be able to press all the powerful factions into submission. You have to have real strength!"

Sun Wukong stood up and cleared his throat, "As we of the Demon Clan are different from the Human Race, without their roundabouts, in your brother Sun's opinion, we might as well have a contest. Whoever has the greatest capability shall be the leader, how about that?"

Oh! Listening to Sun Wukong's words, he seemed dissatisfied with the Bull Demon King being the leader!

The Macaque King and the other Great Demon Kings exchanged looks, realizing that Sun Wukong had come today to stir things up!

"Listening to Brother Wukong, it seems like you are quite confident in yourself!"

Yuan Gang, the Yu Tu King, stepped forward, "My strength is the weakest among the elder brothers. Why don't I be the first to seek some guidance from Brother Wukong and test our skills, how about that?"

"Good, since Brother Yuan is inclined, your brother Sun will naturally oblige!"

A sharp glint flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. Among the Demon Clan, might makes right, and he had anticipated that there would be several great battles today. If he wanted to be the leader, then he needed to speak with his strength, convincing them to their hearts and minds!

"Brothers, in this martial contest, remember to stop at the first touch and avoid harming our camaraderie!"

Bull Demon King seemed to be playing peacemaker, but in his tone, he had already assumed the role of the oldest brother. Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a cold light, yet he said nothing. After all, there would naturally be an opportunity to compete with the Bull Demon King very soon, so there was no need to win an advantage with mere words.

A competition like this obviously couldn't take place inside Banana Cave—given the strength of Sun Wukong and Yuan Gang, an enthusiastic fight might just tear the cave apart. Therefore, the crowd moved out of Banana Cave and flew to the cloud battleground amid the peaks of Emerald Cloud Mountain. Apart from Sun Wukong and Yuan Gang, the Bull Demon King and the other four all stood aside.

"Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident, Brother Wukong, please!"

Yuan Gang flipped his palm, and a steel trident appeared in his hand. The essence of wind and fire swirled around the shaft, with a faint shadow of a malevolent spirit emerging. Yuan Gang, who self-proclaimed as the Alliance Hierarch in his previous life, kept a low profile because of the dominance of his Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident, and even Sun Wukong rarely saw Yuan Gang demonstrate its power.

Today, however, he would finally have the chance to engage in a proper battle and ascertain their respective strengths!

A mischievous smile curled the edges of his lips. Sun Wukong cocked his head slightly and pulled the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod from his ear. Specks of gold light swirled around it, and True Solar Fire spread from the palm of his hand, quickly covering the entire rod.

Pointing it obliquely at Yuan Gang, he shouted lightly, "Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, weighing thirteen thousand five hundred jin, I await your instruction!"

The Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod and Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod were from the same origin; apart from the golden hoop at one end and the silver hoop at the other, there was essentially no difference between them, even in weight and power. Of course, Yuan Gang was unaware of this fact.

Nevertheless, when he heard about the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod's weight of thirteen thousand five hundred jin, his gaze shifted slightly, and his expression grew more solemn.

To wield such a heavy weapon, Sun Wukong's strength must be extraordinary—at the very least, he possessed Innate Divine Strength, not to be underestimated.

Of course, it's not the case that the heavier the weapon, the better. The weapon's spirit is also crucial. Yuan Gang did not believe his Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident was inferior to Sun Wukong's Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yah!"

With a fierce shout, Yuan Gang took the initiative to attack, swinging his Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident to create a storm of trident illusions, hurling them fiercely at Sun Wukong.

"Well done!"

With a piercing howl, Sun Wukong kicked the end of the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, the rod lifting swiftly to meet the attack. A crisp "clang" sound rang out as the Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident was caught, and all the surrounding trident illusions vanished. With the power of the Void-Breaking Divine Eye, Sun Wukong could clearly distinguish the real from the false.

"Eh?"

Yuan Gang let out a surprised grunt, not expecting his move to be so effortlessly countered by Sun Wukong. Mixed with his astonishment was a surge of fierce intensity. As his mana surged, the wind and fire essence, along with the ghostly malevolent energy from the Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident, followed the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, pouncing towards Sun Wukong.

"Hmph! True Solar Fire, burn it all away for me, old Sun!"

With a cold snort, Sun Wukong also channeled his mana. The True Solar Fire that swirled around the rod flared mightily, engulfing the incoming wind-fire ghost energy. This True Solar Fire, being Innate Fire, was extremely yang and rigid, making it the natural nemesis to the wind-fire ghost energy.

The once overpowering wind-fire ghost energy was cleaned up in an instant, and instead, the True Solar Fire travelled up the Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident towards Yuan Gang.

"Ouch!"

Yuan Gang yelped and swiftly retreated, his mana fluttering chaotically to extinguish the spread of the True Solar Fire. But then the sky darkened; he looked up to see the enormous Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod smashing down at him like Mount Tai.

"Stop! Take this hit from old Sun!"

In martial combat, the initiation is crucial—problems that can be resolved with one strike shouldn't require a second. This was Sun Wukong's combat principle. Taking advantage of the moment True Solar Fire repelled Yuan Gang, Sun Wukong charged forward, his shout echoing as he swung. The end of the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod stretched and enlarged, and he smashed it down fiercely.

The Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, weighing thirteen thousand five hundred jin, was only its normal weight. Under the force of Sun Wukong's power, the weight increased manifold. With the power of a single blow capable of splitting mountains and cracking the earth, the force hadn't yet fallen, yet the vast pressure was already suffocating Yuan Gang, his face paling and horror beyond words filling his heart.

"How can this guy be so strong?"

With no time to think, an inexplicable force sealed off all surrounding space for evasion, making it impossible for Yuan Gang to avoid the strike. He had no choice but to steel himself, pouring all his mana into the Wind-Fire Ghost King Trident to brace against the mountainous Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod.

"Boom!"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

In the midst of a thunderous explosion, a shockwave rippled through the air. A figure was blasted from the point of collision like a cannonball, smashing into the mountain below and creating a hundred-meter-wide crater. The next instant, Sun Wukong transformed into a golden beam, hurling himself down into the crater towards Yuan Gang.

"Wukong, we agreed to stop upon contact. Cease your hand now!"