Volume One, Chapter 11: The Decree Imbued with the Blood of a Saint!
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Moreover, the figure before her was clearly a monkey—a being she had never heard of among the demon clans. She tried to scour her memory for any information about this monkey, but found nothing.
Among the demon clans, many powerful beings existed, but every transcendent warrior had a traceable background. Yet this monkey seemed to have descended from the heavens, appearing abruptly here.
A chill rose in the shaman’s heart.
Could it be that the Holy Ming secretly colluded with some formidable demon faction, intending harm upon the demon realm?
As her thoughts swirled, Zhu Youjian’s gaze fell upon the shaman.
He raised an eyebrow.
Before him stood a woman barefoot, delicate silver bells tinkling lightly around her ankles with each step, producing a crisp, pleasant sound. Her torn black robe revealed milky smooth skin, and mysterious totems wound sinuously across her body, as if she embodied witchcraft itself.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet carried a touch of seductive wildness. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, with strands framing her cheeks, adding a hint of untamed allure.
But Zhu Youjian was no fool lost to lust.
This was an enemy—a dangerously powerful shaman of the demon realm.
The shaman took a deep breath and looked at Sun Wukong, her voice laced with cautious inquiry: “Are you a powerful being of the demon clan? May I know your esteemed name?”
Sun Wukong chuckled softly, spinning his golden cudgel lightly in his hand, proudly declaring, “Hey! I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!”
The shaman’s brow furrowed once more.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven? That name sounded utterly unfamiliar.
She searched her mind swiftly for any memories but found none.
Puzzled, she wondered if the monkey was deceiving her.
Yet Sun Wukong’s confident demeanor did not resemble that of a liar.
The shaman silently calculated: if this monkey claimed to be the Great Sage and possessed such extraordinary power, winning him over to the demon realm would surely bolster their strength immensely.
With this thought, the shaman’s gaze toward Sun Wukong grew more inviting: “As a powerful demon, why submit yourself to the Holy Ming? With your astonishing cultivation, you would be greatly valued in our demon realm.”
Sun Wukong sneered, “Valued? The Jade Emperor once tried to coax me the same way, but I never cared for that! I only serve my master. All others—keep your distance!”
Zhu Youjian stared coldly at the shaman below, a faint, disdainful smile curling his lips.
How dare this demon shaman try to undermine him right before his eyes?
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[Ding dong! Host successfully intimidates the demon realm envoy, reward: 10,000 national fortune points!]
Zhu Youjian’s voice was icy and authoritative: “Demon envoy, you boldly trespass into my Holy Ming, spouting nonsense and insulting my majesty’s dignity. Are you not afraid I will kill you?”
The demon shaman remained composed, lifting her chin with near-arrogant grace as she responded: “When two nationsI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.