Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 913 - 914 Refinement to Remove Poison (Third Update!)

"This kid, he finally came! Good, good!"

Divine General Yuan Long’s mouth revealed a satisfied smile as he nodded slightly. Toxic General Yuan Du finally didn’t let him down, setting aside pride and dignity to seek help from Sun Wukong!

Next, it all depends on Sun Wukong!

"Brother Yuan, didn’t you already bid us farewell? Why haven’t you left yet?"

Divine General Yuan Long turned to look at Sun Wukong, only to be met with Sun Wukong’s face clearly showing he wanted him gone.

"Well, you see, I suddenly realized the wine and fruit here are quite good. Let me enjoy them a bit more, haha!"

Divine General Yuan Long chuckled and retracted his step, sitting back down as he pretended to savor the drink and fruit. Sun Wukong clearly saw him retrieve the wine and fruit from within his own sleeve.

The rascal!

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes helplessly. Divine General Yuan Long was obviously being shameless, intent on watching how he treated Toxic General Yuan Du. What could he do? He couldn’t just tear into the guy and force him out, right?

Forget it, forget it. Anyway, judging just by sight, Divine General Yuan Long probably wouldn’t figure out what method he’d use to treat Toxic General Yuan Du. If he wants to watch, let him watch!

Knock knock knock!

Toxic General Yuan Du’s kowtowing continued loudly. Sun Wukong silently counted in his mind: he said a thousand bows, so a thousand bows it was—no one less was acceptable!

It’s not just about more or less, but rather a matter of attitude!

There’s no love or hatred in this world without reason, and if you want to gain, you must give something. Sun Wukong didn’t really need anything from Toxic General Yuan Du, but that didn’t mean he’d help him for free. Those thousand kowtows were the cost Yuan Du had to pay!

Nine hundred ninety-seven!

Nine hundred ninety-eight!

Nine hundred ninety-nine!

One thousand!

With the last kowtow completed, Toxic General Yuan Du stood up from the ground and silently walked toward Sun Wukong’s abode, knocking gently at the door upon arrival: "Sun Wukong, I have kowtowed a thousand times, now it’s time for you to fulfill your promise!"

"The door’s open, come in!"

Sun Wukong said casually.

Toxic General Yuan Du pushed the door open, noticing Divine General Yuan Long inside. He hesitated slightly, but soon firmly stepped forward towards Sun Wukong, sitting across from him quietly without saying a word, just staring at Sun Wukong.

"Very well, you’ve paid the price, I, old Sun, will naturally fulfill my promise and help you eliminate the hidden danger!"

Sun Wukong’s eyes showed a hint of smile. Regardless of Yuan Du’s behavior usually, he was at least someone who could take and give up, without getting tangled in matters of face at key moments. Just for this, he was worthy of aid!

"But there’s one thing old Sun needs to remind you first. The poison inside you has deeply penetrated your bones, spread throughout, even contaminating your Primordial Spirit. Removing it won’t be easy. It may be intensely painful in the process, you might even feel like you’re dying! I require from you that no matter how painful, and no matter how doubtful you may feel, you must keep your Spiritual Platform calm without a shred of doubt!"

"How about it, can you do it?"

Sun Wukong asked sincerely, looking seriously at Toxic General Yuan Du.

"If you wanted to harm me, you wouldn’t need all these tricks!"

Toxic General Yuan Du replied earnestly, looking at Sun Wukong. After a pause, he laughed lightly, "Having kowtowed a thousand times to seek your help, my life is already entrusted to you, I won’t have any more doubts! Rest assured, the pain I’ve endured over the years to suppress the poison within far surpasses what you’d imagine. No pain can make me pass out!"

"That’s best!"

Sun Wukong smiled, then his expression hardened, pointing a finger at Yuan Du’s brow, and shouted lightly, "Maintain your essence and hold your center! Old Sun will start detoxifying now!"

A trace of Chaos Fire silently entered Yuan Du’s body from Sun Wukong’s fingertip, quickly spreading towards the brow’s Spiritual Platform, encompassing it entirely.

Raging flames burned outside the Spiritual Platform, yet strangely didn’t harm Yuan Du’s body at all. Instead, wisps of poison were refined from the Spiritual Platform, flowing through the meridians to his Dantian.

The Spiritual Platform is where the Primordial Spirit resides, and being burned by Chaos Fire brings considerable agony. It’s fortunate Sun Wukong can perfectly control the Chaos Fire, not harming Yuan Du’s Primordial Spirit, otherwise just an instant would suffice to scatter Yuan Du’s soul!

"Ugh~!"

Muffled groans and sharp intakes of breath kept escaping from Yuan Du’s mouth. His body trembled fiercely, veins popped on his face, his features contorted, jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot; clearly in extreme pain, but still holding on to prevent passing out.

Yuan Du remembered Sun Wukong’s instruction: no matter the pain, he must keep the Spiritual Platform clear and not faint, or he’d fall into a trap with no escape!

"The poison inside Yuan Du is really being expelled!"

Divine General Yuan Long stared at Yuan Du’s forehead, strands of green vapor rising into the air, dispersing; not actual poison, but a sign of it being refined.

Divine General Yuan Long knew Sun Wukong was infusing his Primordial Force into Yuan Du, but could just the infusion of Primordial Force achieve such a result?

Divine General Yuan Long didn’t think Sun Wukong’s Primordial Force was anything special. Sure, Sun Wukong possessed Chaos Primordial Force—as anyone with a Chaos body could control it—but even Chaos Power shouldn’t be able to refine the poison inside Yuan Du, right?

Moreover, the refined poison was emerging from Yuan Du’s head top, which meant the original poison was in his Primordial Spirit!

Even poison within the Primordial Spirit could be refined, without harming Yuan Du’s Primordial Spirit. How exactly did the kid manage this?

The more Divine General Yuan Long watched, the more shocked and puzzled he felt, like having an itch he couldn’t scratch. But he dared not disturb Sun Wukong, for purging poison from the Primordial Spirit was no trivial matter. Any interruption could threaten Yuan Du’s life!