Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 221 Pretending to Be Generous to Win People’s Hearts (1st Update)

Sun Wukong’s eyes flashed with a cold light; he had already understood that today’s banquet was a trap set for him, with the aim to make him drunk and miss the grand competition of the Heavenly River Navy tomorrow!

The effect of the Thousand-Day Drunk was indeed too powerful. If it weren’t for Sun Wukong being of the Heavenly Demon Body with astonishing resistance and possessing Chaos Primordial Force that could assimilate all things in the world, he would have probably already collapsed unconscious on the ground. Yet even so, he still felt dizzy and had an urge to pass out.

"Damn it! That dead fat pig, I will never let you off easily!"

With anger raging in his heart, Sun Wukong could only focus all his attention to resist the desire to succumb to sleep. At the same time, he circulated the Eight-Nine Profound Skill and wrapped the Chaos Primordial Force around the alcoholic energy that had invaded his body.

He could no longer allow that alcohol transformed energy to penetrate further into his body; otherwise, he really would pass out drunk.

"Clang!"

Sun Wukong’s figure collapsed onto the banquet table, appearing as if he had drunk himself into a stupor.

At this moment, there really wasn’t much difference between him and someone who had passed out; all his mental focus was occupied with fighting the intoxication, and all the Chaos Primordial Force within his body was used to wrap around and neutralize the energy of the alcohol, leaving no spare strength to control his own body.

At a glance, it indeed seemed as if he was unconscious from excessive drinking.

But this, too, was good. It would let that dead fat pig think that his trick had succeeded and he wouldn’t come up with any more tricky ideas! Just wait and see, tomorrow I, Old Sun, will certainly give you, that dead fat pig, a large "surprise"!

"Great Sage Sun has gotten drunk! Who would have thought that his tolerance for alcohol was so poor!"

Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Tianpeng’s attention had always been on Sun Wukong, and when he saw Sun Wukong finally collapsing onto the banquet table, a smug sneer appeared on his face. He immediately pointed and burst into laughter, "Such little alcohol and he’s already passed out, truly a monkey is not meant for drinking! Someone, carry the Great Sage Sun back to his room to rest!

Everyone else, let’s continue, but take it easy, though we say ’no one leaves until drunk’, don’t end up like Great Sage Sun, completely knocked out by the drink. We still have the competition tomorrow; if anyone oversleeps and misses the contest, don’t blame me for not warning you!"

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"Rest assured, Marshal, we won’t miss it, we won’t miss it!"

"Come, come, come, Marshal, a toast to you from your subordinate!"

The group of generals from the Heavenly River Navy didn’t take Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Tianpeng’s words to heart. The lowest cultivation among them was at the Heavenly Immortal Realm; unlike mere mortals, a bit of drunkenness could be easily dispersed by merely circulating their Cultivation Techniques a little. How could they possibly get drunk?

As for Sun Wukong passing out, they thought it was completely because the monkey had too poor a liquor capacity and was too greedy for the cup, not knowing to circulate his energy to resist the intoxication; it was purely his own foolishness. If he missed the competition tomorrow, it would only be Sun Wukong’s own fault.

Besides, this was also a good thing for them—it meant one less competitor, right?

Four soldiers walked in, and at the gesture of Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Tianpeng, they lifted Sun Wukong and took him to his detached house, placing him on the bed. Throughout the process, Sun Wukong did not move at all, looking completely like someone who had passed out from too much drink.

The four of them surrounded Sun Wukong and after confirming that he had truly passed out, exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and left the room.

Shortly after the four soldiers left, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, listened carefully for a moment, not quite at ease. He then activated his Void-Breaking Divine Eye to check the outside of the house. Once he confirmed that the four had left and no one else was spying around, he finally felt relieved.

"You’re good, dead fat pig, afraid that Old Sun would compete for the spots in the race, you resorted to such sneaky tactics!"

The energy from the Thousand-Day Drunk had been completely enveloped by the Chaos Primordial Force. This energy was very strange; while refining it, Sun Wukong discovered that it contained Great Dao Runes, which were unlike any he had ever seen before and seemed to help break through bottlenecks. It was clear that Thousand-Day Drunk was no ordinary Immortal Wine!

Willing to take out such Immortal Wine to deal with himself, that dead fat pig had really spent a fortune!

With a cold snort, Sun Wukong flickered his hand and set up a barrier. If someone were to look from the outside, they would only see an illusion of Sun Wukong passed out inside the house; they would never notice that he had already awoken.

After laying down the barrier, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged, forming a Dharma Seal with his hands, and the Chaos Primordial Force within his body began to refine the energy transformed from the Thousand-Day Drunk, separating out the special Great Dao Runes and taking them into the mud pill palace between his brows.

This kind of Great Dao Rune could not be unraveled in a short period of time. Sun Wukong stored it temporarily in the mud pill palace, slowly contemplating it. He had a feeling that these runes could be of great help when he attempted to break through to the Quasi-Saint level!

The night passed quickly, and Sun Wukong had refined all of the energy from the Thousand-Day Drunk, feeling his cultivation had improved a bit, almost reaching the late stage of the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm. He was inwardly amazed and did not know what rank of Immortal Wine the Thousand-Day Drunk was to have such an effect, not to mention the Great Dao Rune in his mud pill palace.

The rank of the Thousand-Day Drunk must be incredibly high!

"In consideration of this Immortal Wine, when I beat you later, I will go a bit easier; just a little bit easier..."

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth as Sun Wukong leaped from the bed to the floor, waved his hand to dispel the barrier, pushed open the door, and walked out, heading toward the Martial Arts Field.

In the backyard of the Naval Marshal’s Mansion of the Heavenly River Navy, in the vast Martial Arts Field.

Though called a Martial Arts Field, it was actually built upon the surface of the Heavenly River at its source; the entire river’s surface served as the field for the contests, fitting for the Heavenly River Navy who naturally conducted their drills over water.

Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, stood on a platform built on the riverbank, watching as the participating naval generals from the Heavenly River Navy entered the Martial Arts Field one by one. Noticing the absence of Sun Wukong, he nodded in satisfaction and gave a meaningful glance to the two vice-generals beside him.

Understanding his cue, the vice-generals sounded the gong and drum nearby, and the generals, along with the soldiers of the Heavenly River Navy, turned their attention toward the platform.

"Soldiers of the Heavenly River Navy! Today is the grand day of competition for our navy. The top three victors shall earn the privilege of representing our navy in the once-a-millennium grand competition of the Heavenly Court and fight for the chance to cultivate on the Ascend to Heaven Platform! I hope that every contestant gives their all and demonstrates their greatest strength!

Remember, once you step onto the Martial Arts Field, it’s a battlefield, and those in front of you are the enemy; you must not show any mercy! Did everyone get that?"

"Understood! We shall heed the Marshal’s command!"

"We shall heed the Marshal’s command!"

All the competing generals, along with the naval soldiers who came to watch, roared in unison.

"Good! Those who registered for the competition, come up and draw lots to determine the order of battle!"

Following Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng’s roar, the generals of the Heavenly River Navy formed a line and approached the platform. Each implanted a Dharma Decree into a spinning disc, which then randomly generated a sphere that flew out and landed in their hands. These spheres each had a number on them. Since there were twenty-three competitors, there were twenty-three numbers in total.

The competition was a knockout format. Number one would face number twenty-three; number two would face number twenty-two, and so on, until number seventeen, which would be exempt from the first round. Whether by coincidence or due to Sun Wukong’s luck being particularly good, all numbers had been drawn, leaving only number seventeen!

"Number seventeen remains unclaimed; who has not drawn their lot?"

Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, furrowed his brow slightly and feigned confusion as he knowingly asked. Of course, he was aware Sun Wukong hadn’t drawn his lot. He had not expected the Demon Monkey’s luck to be so good that he would be left with the only number exempted from the first round.

Initially wanting to immediately declare Sun Wukong disqualified for tardiness, it now seemed he would have to postpone that decision.

"Reporting to the Marshal, it is Great Sage Sun who has not drawn his lot. Perhaps he drank too heavily yesterday and hasn’t gotten up yet?"

One vice-general reported with a cunning triumphant grin on his face.

"Oh? Is that so? Well, this Great Sage truly knows how to complicate matters with drink. If he can’t handle his liquor, he shouldn’t drink so much!"

Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, sighed, waving his hand in a magnanimous gesture, "Well then, I’ll make a one-time exception, we’ll wait for him for one round. After all, his number is seventeen, which is conveniently exempt! However, if he does not show up before the start of the second round of competition, I’ll have no choice but to announce his disqualification!"

"The Marshal is wise!"

"The Marshal is magnanimous!"

Praise after praise was sounded, and Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, basked in it while making a modest gesture, ordering the start of the competition.

"Hmph! That fat pig sure knows how to curry favor. I never realized just how crafty he was, I’ve underestimated him indeed!"

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At the entrance of the Martial Arts Field, a tiny insect perched on the flagpole witnessed the entire scene; this insect was Sun Wukong in disguise.

Initially, Sun Wukong intended to simply appear and participate in the drawing of lots. However, he hadn’t expected the other contestants to draw away all the other numbers, leaving only the exempted number seventeen. Did that mean he was guaranteed to be exempt from the first round?

Sun Wukong was suddenly curious to see how Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, would handle the situation now. Would he still be so eager to disqualify him?

To Sun Wukong’s surprise, Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Tianpeng, didn’t rush to disqualify him. Instead, he appeared quite generous by giving Sun Wukong a single round’s grace period. To all the soldiers of the Heavenly River Navy, this seemed to be a very magnanimous act.

But Sun Wukong knew that the fat pig was absolutely confident he was too intoxicated to arrive in time for the competition, which is why he performed such a crowd-pleasing gesture!