Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 227. Journey to the West: One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 227: 227. Journey to the West: One Punch Tang Monk 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The invisible sword energy is both fast and precise, far more powerful and versatile than the Fireball Technique.

Ya Zi Nu sensed the danger too late and could only slightly shift her body to avoid the vital spot.

The invisible sword energy pierced through her palm instantly and struck her chest, penetrating the entire thoracic cavity.

As the sword energy passed through, four blood blossoms simultaneously burst out from Ya Zi Nu’s palm, back of the hand, chest, and back.

Her last-minute dodge worked; Fang Zhou aimed at her heart vein, but now it’s a bit off, only penetrating her thoracic cavity.

Such an injury appears severe but is not fatal for the Foundation Establishment Realm, especially for someone like Ya Zi Nu, who is at the Perfect Foundation Establishment and has the potential to reach the Innate level.

But she was thoroughly terrified, the threat of death instantly shrouded her mind.

Ya Zi Nu reacted immediately, she is not a cannon fodder who exhausts her potential after Foundation Establishment, but rather an excellent seedling with the possibility of advancing to the Innate level. If she escapes, the Demon Sect won’t punish her to death.

In the moment she was injured, Ya Zi Nu had already turned around and fled seamlessly.

Fang Zhou was a bit surprised by her decisiveness but could not let her go just like that. It’s still a sea of people outside, and if he lets the Demon Sect cause trouble, it would ruin the current great situation of the trade fair.

“Wait here and don’t run around, I’ll be right back.”

Throwing a word to Xiao Yan, Fang Zhou sprinted towards the fleeing Ya Zi Nu.

The two vanished as they played a cat-and-mouse game, a sword box whizzed out of the room and followed in the direction Fang Zhou disappeared.

Xiao Yan looked on in surprise, and then ran back, only a fool would stay and wait.

Before reaching the dressing room, Xiao Yan bumped into the Demon Cultists, this time a group.

She ran back even faster, with dozens of Demon Cultists in pursuit.

Fortunately, the entire backstage was empty now, both troupes were on stage. If this many Demon Cultists had rushed in, it would have been chaos.

Xiao Yan led a group of Demon Cultists around the backstage, running in circles until they were all dizzy.

After shaking the Demon Cultists away, she returned to the dressing room and hid in a box.

The Demon Cultists wandered aimlessly like headless flies, but finally discovered Xiao Yan’s figure—she had run onto the stage.

Sun Wukong’s costume, a monkey mask, flat-chested.

No doubt about it, it’s her.

“What do we do?”

The Demon Cultists were a bit lost. The stage was under everyone’s watchful eyes; could they really storm up and grab her in public?

The leader’s eyes glinted with inspiration, a sly smile appeared on her face: “She thinks she can escape like this? Follow me.”

The Demon Cultists swarmed to the dressing room where there was a pile of black clothes and monster masks, which they each put on.

Two large boxes were beside them; if someone among them was curious enough to open the boxes, no need for disguises.

So it is said, curiosity is the driving force of human progress; without it, there’s no future.

After disguising themselves, the Demon Cultists rushed towards the stage.

On stage, Journey to the West had reached halfway, and the group seeking scriptures had encountered a major demon entrenched in the Demon Domain.

Ling Xiaoyue playing Tang Sanzang was captured, and neither Pigsy nor Sandy escaped; the master and disciples were tied to the grill, about to be roasted into Journey-themed spare ribs and Kawakami Tang’s flesh.

Sun Wukong stormed in to rescue them, facing the attack of a group of small demons.

Here, it’s essential to show Sun Wukong’s prowess, so these small demons should be swiftly taken down and turned into carcasses.

Just as Sun Wukong advances to save Tang Sanzang, another group of monsters charges onto the stage from both sides, heading towards Sun Wukong.

Both troupes on stage and off paused in bewilderment; what was happening? There was only supposed to be one wave of demons in this play, how come there’s another?

The audience didn’t find it odd; in a big demon’s territory, surely there are many small demons.

The flat-chested girl playing Sun Wukong also found it strange but continued fighting along.

Yet upon engaging, she immediately discovered the oddity.

These demons attacked fiercely with great force, nothing like the fake moves seen in rehearsals.

Sun Wukong was beaten so she was in disarray; how could a Qi Refining Realm disciple handle these small demons like a pack of wolves and tigers? Within two rounds, she was falling behind, facing peril.

The audience was in an uproar; what’s going on, the mighty Sun Wukong unable to beat some small demons?

The troupe members exchanged looks; this wasn’t part of the rehearsal, was it another improvisation like the previous act?

The disciple playing the major demon didn’t know whether to enter; her small demon subordinates were about to overturn the group seeking scriptures.

If Yu Qing or Xuan Ling were still here, they might discern a problem, but both True Disciples had left the theater after the first act, perhaps finding a private place to resolve their personal differences.

Pigsy and Sandy had been cheering “Master sister, master sister,” but were now wide-mouthed, unable to utter a word.

Only Ling Xiaoyue playing Tang Sanzang continued to complain: “Hey, Wukong, what is wrong? Didn’t you eat last night? Quickly, use your stick and poke them!”

Sun Wukong was filled with grievance, these guys were clearly playing for real.

She fought with all her might, lacking even time to question, and seemed about to lose.

Tang Sanzang finally reached the limit of her impatience, she directly tore off her ropes and jumped off the grill.

She walked right over and shoved the losing Sun Wukong aside: “Move, let your master handle this.”

The swarm of small demons didn’t stop, launching attacks on Tang Sanzang.

But soon they realized they had chosen the wrong opponent; Tang Sanzang proved to be a formidable demon lord, punching one small demon at a time, knocking them down so they couldn’t get back up.

The audience was already dumbfounded; this unexpected turn in Journey to the West rivaled the mystic drama of Legend of White Snake.

The mighty Sun Wukong was nearly toppled by small demons, and the seemingly weak Tang Sanzang transformed into Tang Sanzang, leaping out to save the world.

A bewildered audience member asked, “Isn’t Tang Sanzang just a mortal? How is she so strong?”

Someone next to him promptly retorted: “Didn’t you see the first act? She’s the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, of course she’s strong.”

“Then why was she getting caught by demons all the way?”

“Uh… maybe it’s experiencing life, you can’t understand the thoughts of a bigwig!”

Dozens of small demons were soon knocked down by Tang Sanzang; though the plot was inexplicably strange, the fight was indeed thrilling, far better than the earlier fake-move combat.

The disciple playing the major demon stiffened as she went on stage, calling out her lines to Tang Sanzang.

Intended to shout at Sun Wukong: “Monkey! Do you think you can rampage here? If you want to rescue your master, first ask if my magic treasure agrees!”

Now she could only modify: “Tang Sanzang! Do you think you can rampage here? If you want to rescue your dis… Uh, your disciple, first ask if my magic treasure agrees!”

Without completing the scene words, the unfortunate major demon was kicked over by Tang Sanzang, crushing her magic treasure underfoot.