Yang Jian looked at the scimitar stuck in Sun Wukong's chest indifferently, and his eyes changed slightly. He murmured: "The tooth of Kushan..."
He knew very well that according to legend, this short blade was carved from the tusk of a thousand-year-old sacred elephant from India. It was as pure as frost and infused with the magical power of the sacred elephant. It possessed some kind of mysterious power and had always been a treasure of the Elephant King of Lion Camel Ridge.
"Brother Jue'an, are you betraying your master?" Sun Wukong stopped laughing and asked word by word.
Jue'an looked at Sun Wukong's exposed white teeth, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and gritted his teeth and said:
"So what?"
"So what you said before were all lies to deceive me?" Sun Wukong asked with narrowed eyes.
"Not entirely. Patriarch Bodhi was indeed seriously injured and was not far from death. But it was Jueming and I who injured him." Jue'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
In order to make the performance realistic and deceive the shrewd Monkey King, the injuries on his body were not fake.
"So, if we want to clean up our house, killing you alone is not enough." Sun Wukong murmured.
"To tell you the truth, Jueming has been killed by the ancestor with a palm. If you set out now, you may still be able to catch up with him on the road to the underworld." Jue'an knew that Sun Wukong was already seriously injured, so he said fearlessly.
"Are you stupid? I, Sun Wukong, have already erased my name from the dead and will not be reincarnated." Sun Wukong suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky and said sarcastically.
"If the underworld won't accept you, then just wait for your soul to be completely torn apart." Jue'an said with a forced smile.
Sun Wukong looked at Jue'an as if he were a fool. He pulled the Kushan tooth out of the wound expressionlessly and asked, "I really can't understand. You are the direct descendant of the ancestor. Why did you betray your master?"
"Why? Because the ancestor was an unfair teacher. He didn't teach the good humans and immortals, but insisted on accepting you demons and disasters into the sect. The most infuriating thing is that he taught all the real skills to you, a monkey, without any reservation. Why? Jueming and I have been serving him before he founded the sect. On what basis did he teach you all the skills and help you become a Buddha and an immortal? But we get nothing!" Jue'an said indignantly.
"Why do you ask? I want to ask you, the ancestor is just teaching you some skills. If you dare to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, can you protect Tang Monk on his journey to the West?" Sun Wukong asked with a smile instead of anger.
"Hmph, you were just a pawn for others, and in the end, you were suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. Do you think you are so proud of yourself?" Jue'an snorted coldly and said sarcastically.
"Then what you are doing now, aren't you being used as a gun for others?" Sun Wukong asked back.
“What I am doing…” Upon hearing this, Jue’an was speechless for a moment and opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
But at this moment, hundreds of white silk threads condensed from the void again, and a brand new net had been woven, trapping Sun Wukong in the center again.
Sun Wukong didn't seem surprised at all and just glanced down at his chest.
The wound caused by the Kushan tooth showed no signs of healing, and golden blood was still slowly flowing out of it.
He slowly took off the cassock that was draped over his body and put it away casually. A red cloak spread out in the wind behind him. There was a gleam in his eyes and his fighting spirit increased instead of decreasing.