Chapter 114: The Explosive Grenade That Shook the Heavens

Sun Wukong once again reached into the Bag of Holding, only to find it completely empty—no morsel of food remained. Pigsy’s face fell in disappointment; he had hoped for a delicious meal, but after rummaging for a long while, all they could produce was half a monkey hair.

Sun Wukong promptly closed the bag and glanced at the despondent Pigsy, then looked toward Xuanzang, who was sitting cross-legged a short distance away, meditating.

“Pigsy,” Sun Wukong said, “keep an eye on your master. We’ve run out of food. I’m going to go gather some supplies.”

Ah! Soon he would meet that venerable and endearing Immortal Patriarch once more. Filled with cheer, Sun Wukong somersaulted onto his cloud and swiftly flew toward the farmstead.

The opening of the Immortal Gate was indeed timely. Yet, unexpectedly, two such gates opened simultaneously.

Sun Wukong and King Zhou appeared together at the farm.

“Hey, so it’s you, the tyrant of the Yin Shang! What a coincidence to run into you here today.”

Tyrant of Yin Shang?

Damn it!

You miserable monkey! Stinky monkey! Rotten monkey!

Sun Wukong’s peculiar greeting ruffled King Zhou’s temper slightly.

Under the guidance and enlightenment of the Master, the Yin Shang was flourishing, veering away from the doom of annihilation and moving toward a bright future.

How could King Zhou have become a tyrant?

“Ahem... just kidding earlier, don’t take it to heart,” Sun Wukong hastily chuckled when he noticed the young King Zhou’s frown and displeasure.

King Zhou waved his hand grandly, “No offense!”

Behind King Zhou, Su Hu and Bi Gan exchanged odd glances.

A monkey stepping out from another Immortal Gate and speaking human language was no cause for surprise here—after all, this was the Master’s estate, where anything could happen.

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Yan Beigui, now reduced to a menial servant, was familiar with King Zhou and his retinue but had never encountered Sun Wukong before.

Though a swordsman himself, Yan Beigui was genuinely startled.

Only then did Yan Beigui realize these people were far from mere cosplay enthusiasts—they seemed to have traveled across time and space.

Sun Wukong? King Zhou? Su Hu? Bi Gan?

And the stunningly otherworldly Su Daji—they were all strange and uncanny figures.

If anyone in this estate seemed normal, it was undoubtedly Chu Xiaoyu.

Yet sometimes Yan Beigui felt Chu Xiaoyu was anything but normal.

With just a snap of her fingers, she could control all things in the world, eerily freezing them in place.

One possessing such a defiant power—could she be deemed normal?

In truth, none who appeared on this farm were ordinary.

Apart from the usual guests who came to dine, everyone else was extraordinary.

Today, Su Hu brought Chu Xiaoyu a tremendous surprise: some successfully developed hand grenades.

With a thunderous boom, a huge crater was blasted in the backyard.

Su Hu, brimming with excitement, turned to Chu Xiaoyu, “Master, do you see any areas where these grenades could be improved? Please point out any flaws.”

Chu Xiaoyu shook her head, smiling, “Your achievement is excellent already; no further improvements are needed. Such a powerful explosion—congratulations.”

With grenade support, a single soldier could easily slay hundreds or thousands in battle.

It was remarkable that their ancient predecessors had truly succeeded in creating such weapons.

A cause for celebration!

King Zhou’s face was equally animated, “Master, by your account, the explosive power of these grenades is sufficient? They truly require no modifications?”

Chu Xiaoyu nodded, “If there were any, you might consider storage and moisture-proofing. Since grenades rely on a fuse to ignite, encountering rain or water damage could render them useless.”

“Su Hu, let me give you an example: abandoning the fuse ignition and instead using external pressure so that simply pulling the pin triggers the explosion—that kind of improvement would be, given your current Yin Shang conditions, as difficult as ascending to heaven.”

Developing such grenades was already an impressive feat.

Pin-pull detonation was, for them, nearly impossible.

Yet Su Hu replied, “Master, your suggestion is excellent and quite reasonable. Indeed, in rainy conditions, the fuse would dampen and fail to ignite, which is a major weakness. But don’t worry—I will take your advice and work on improvements when we return.”

Even if it took ten years, Su Hu was confident it must be done.

Sun Wukong leapt to the crater, scratching his head, and asked Su Hu, “General Su, these grenades are indeed treasures. May I ask how many you can produce in a month?”

“Uh... due to our still immature techniques, we can barely make about ten each month.”

“Only ten? That won’t do—too few,” said Sun Wukong, eager like a restless monkey. “Heh heh, General Su, how about a deal? I’d like to order some grenades from you.”

“I heard from the Immortal Patriarch that you need certain materials... I can provide those. My mountains are rich in supplies like potassium nitrate... Heh heh, I can extract it for you.”

Sun Wukong patted his chest confidently.

“Potassium nitrate? Really? That’s wonderful! That’s currently a bottleneck for the Yin Shang in making gunpowder,” Su Hu asked excitedly.

Sun Wukong patted his chest again, “Of course it’s real—more genuine than pearls from the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea. Those materials you mentioned grow everywhere in our land.”

“In that case, we are indebted to you, Great Sage Sun,” Su Hu bowed respectfully.

Being called “Great Sage Sun” by someone from another time and space made Sun Wukong roll on the ground with joy.

Chu Xiaoyu scornfully remarked, “You monkey, getting so worked up over such a small thing? Get up quickly and don’t embarrass yourself.”

Uh... that seemed to embarrass the Immortal Patriarch.

Before such an imposing figure, Sun Wukong never dared to act recklessly.

The group returned to the main hall.

Su Daji served tea to everyone, then quietly withdrew to Chu Xiaoyu’s side.

With such a beautiful companion, life’s journey was hardly in vain.