I'll Avenge You

Chu Xingchen did not take Wukong to the Affectionate Family Peak but instead headed to Tianyan Peak.

Wukong remained somewhat silent along the way, clearly puzzled by Chu Xingchen’s actions, which had disrupted his entire plan.

He had paid a price for having someone sketch Donggua’s divine sense—at the very least, his whereabouts were now completely exposed.

Chu Xingchen’s usual arrogant demeanor had also faded into calmness, and he said little during the journey.

Outside the grand hall of Tianyan Sect, a few disciples stood guard, though their numbers were sparse. Most of the time, they were only responsible for relaying messages personally, taking shifts in rotation.

After all, the inner disciples of Tianyan Sect were all exceptionally talented and steady in temperament. Assigning too many to trivial tasks would simply be a waste of resources.

Tianyan Peak itself was sparsely populated, and on ordinary days, only Lv Xuan and Yanyun could be found inside the grand hall.

In earlier times, Tianyan Peak had trained many disciples, but after Yanyun was confirmed as the core disciple, the others were transferred to other peaks to continue their cultivation.

Unless there was a major event, elders from other peaks rarely visited.

This was the usual state of affairs—but in emergencies, Tianyan Peak would become bustling with activity.

Chu Xingchen’s reputation might not yet be widely known beyond the Central Continent, but within it, he was already a figure of note—and even more so within Tianyan Sect.

With just a glance at his face, Chu Xingchen didn’t need to say much before he was allowed to bring a visibly troubled monk up Tianyan Peak.

Inside Tianyan Hall, Yanyun sat cross-legged on the main seat, eyes closed in meditation. Sensing someone’s unsubtle approach, she spoke with a hint of resignation:

"You’d better be bringing good news."

Chu Xingchen replied swiftly:

"Think about it—if I had good news, would I even come to you?"

Yanyun slowly opened her eyes at that. She couldn’t argue with his logic. Her gaze shifted from Chu Xingchen to Wukong, who greeted her with a respectful bow, palms pressed together.

She studied him for a moment before asking, slightly puzzled:

"The Buddhist Order’s Holy Son?"

Wukong took a light step forward. "Holy Son Wukong, at your service."

Yanyun stood and gave a slight nod in return, her tone neutral as she spoke:

"Now that I think about it, you must be the first Holy Son to ever visit Tianyan Sect."

"That would be this humble monk’s honor." Wukong bowed again.

Chu Xingchen, entirely at ease, casually took a seat nearby:

"You can exchange formalities after I leave. Monk, first tell me—when you were with Donggua, did you encounter anything unusual?"

Wukong reacted quickly, briefly recounting his encounter with Xu Linglong.

Chu Xingchen fell silent, his gaze shifting to Yanyun.

Yanyun, too, was in no hurry to speak. She exchanged a glance with Chu Xingchen.

She didn’t know this monk’s true allegiances—some things couldn’t be carelessly discussed.

Chu Xingchen took over the conversation:

"Consider yourself lucky, monk, to still be standing here speaking to us. What you met was likely one of the Heavenly Demons."

Wukong’s expression shifted as he pieced together the information. Frowning slightly, he asked:

"She’s the Heavenly Demon who was driven away by Senior Bai?"

Yanyun gave a slight nod. "Most likely."

Wukong had many questions, but they died on his tongue. His initial suspicions now seemed confirmed—if a Heavenly Demon had infiltrated the Buddhist Order, his own identity might not be entirely trustworthy in their eyes.

Many answers he sought might be withheld out of suspicion.

Chu Xingchen watched as Wukong lowered his gaze, deep in thought. Twirling a chopstick-sized Wanban in his fingers, he asked:

"Now you understand why I had no choice but to act against Donggua. So, what do you plan to do next?"

Wukong raised his head, his voice firm:

"Return to the Buddhist Order."

Chu Xingchen arched a brow. If this monk was truly clean, going back to the Buddhist Order after learning all this—and then trying to make moves—would be like walking into a latrine with a lantern at night: sheer suicide.

Impressed by such fearless resolve, Chu Xingchen couldn’t help but quip:

"What a heroic act of self-sacrifice. Next year, I’ll be sure to burn you a few fine wooden fish."

Wukong recognized the sarcasm, but before coming here, he had already persuaded a Buddha to return. Fleeing now would be no different from betraying that Buddha.

The only problem was his lack of information. Donggua might have already established contact with the Heavenly Demon—meaning Wukong was likely walking into a trap.

The sole silver lining was Donggua’s death, though that wasn’t much consolation.

So, for now, he could only stand there, suppressing his frustration.

His options were limited.

Chu Xingchen observed Wukong’s expression before speaking calmly:

"If you truly have nowhere to go, out of respect for the light, I can recommend a place for you."

Wukong glanced at him.

Chu Xingchen didn’t drag it out:

"The Mysterious Purity Heavenly Sect. They’re short on hands—especially a reliable monk. A Holy Son would be even better for intimidation purposes."

Wukong pondered for a moment before shaking his head:

"My heart holds justice. I represent proof that not all in the Buddhist Order are corrupt—at least, it’s not the mainstream. As the Holy Son, I wield greater influence within the Order."

Chu Xingchen gave a slight nod before standing and walking toward the exit. As he left, he said:

"Your choices are your own. Share any useful intel with Tianyan Sect’s future sect master here."

"If you have questions, you can ask her too—though whether she answers depends on her mood."

Yanyun sighed inwardly. As expected, Chu Xingchen had brought the monk here just to dump the responsibility on her.

But so be it. In a way, this was also a sign of trust.

Besides, exchanging intel was still better than the last time she had to cater to Cui Hao’s bizarre demands.

Wukong remained composed, offering a slight bow to Chu Xingchen as he departed.

Chu Xingchen waved a hand in acknowledgment without looking back.

The moment he stepped outside, Chen Baiqing, who had been waiting, approached.

Without a word, Chen Baiqing simply looked at his master and flashed a warm smile—one that mirrored Chu Xingchen’s own trademark expression.

Chu Xingchen couldn’t resist ruffling Chen Baiqing’s hair:

"Even copying my smile? Do you have to imitate everything about your master?"

Chen Baiqing’s grin didn’t waver:

"The good traits are learned from Master. The bad ones are all my own."

"Damn it, you’ve even picked up my sweet-talking skills. Though that was a bit too cheesy."

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Central Continent.

Deep within a secluded forest.

Donggua lay prostrate on the ground, his voice trembling as he recounted everything he had seen and heard—including Wukong’s role in the Buddhist Order’s betrayal.

Xu Linglong stood before him, her tone gentle:

"You’ve done well. This information is crucial."

Donggua pressed his forehead to the ground, quickly replying:

"Many thanks, Your Excellency."

Xu Linglong smiled faintly, crouching down to place a finger on Donggua’s head. Her voice remained soft:

"That monk hit you quite a few times along the way, didn’t he?"

Donggua’s voice shook slightly:

"Yes…"

"Stand up. You won’t suffer those blows in vain. This time, I’ll let you have your revenge."

Donggua looked up, his heart filled with dread.

With a gentle smile, Xu Linglong pressed her finger against Donggua’s forehead, her voice soft and almost hypnotic:

"Look at those eyes… Don’t be afraid…"

Donggua felt her blood instantly begin to boil, the primordial energy within her churning like a stormy sea.

An excruciating pain struck deep into her divine consciousness, her soul trembling violently.

Struggling to shift her gaze, she saw her body seemingly covered in blooming sacred flowers.

In Donggua’s vision, Xu Linglong’s expression remained as serene as ever.

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