154: Chapter 151: Big News 154: Chapter 151: Big News In a secluded location, Kunpeng and Baize faced each other.

Kunpeng’s body surged with Demonic Qi, as he stared at Baize, berating him to the point that it was as if blood was splattering from Baize’s head.

“You?

Planning against the gods of the Ancient Heavenly Court?

I see you as nothing but a foolish god.

Is this your arrangement?

It’s utterly ridiculous to the extreme.

Even Sun Wukong turned the tables on you.

Aren’t you ashamed?”

“If I were you, I’d just headbutt a wall and die.

Emperor Jun actually used someone like you, and now I finally understand how the Ancient Heavenly Court was destroyed.

It was all ruined by your stupidity.”

“Why don’t you just die?

And to run away first, tsk tsk, is that all you Baize are good for, just this little trick to save your own skin?”

Kunpeng kept cursing without repeating a single insult, shaming Baize to the point he could barely lift his head.

Baize looked as if he wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent.

What more could he say at this point?

It was indeed his own arrangement that had gone awry, detected early by Sun Wukong, who then turned it around on them, causing them to lose so many of their best fighters.

“Who would have known Sun Wukong was so clever?

I’m even beginning to suspect that it was the Flood Dragon Demon King, one of your own, who tipped Sun Wukong off, allowing him to learn about our setup and then bring along those strong allies to counterattack us.”

Baize too was shifting the blame.

Of course, he knew deep down that this was highly unlikely.

It was only at the scene that the Flood Dragon Demon King and his group learned of the plan.

Even if he had informed Sun Wukong, Wukong would have needed time to gather so many people.

Thus, Sun Wukong must have sensed it beforehand, and that’s why he was able to prepare in advance.

But the blame had to be shifted nevertheless.

Who asked Kunpeng to call him stupid?

Kunpeng cast a glance at the Flood Dragon Demon King, gave a snort of disdain, and appeared rather dismissive.

Just then, a shadowy figure emerged before Baize.

It was Emperor Jun, the Heavenly Emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Upon seeing Emperor Jun, Kunpeng’s expression shifted subtly.

He instinctively wanted to flee, not wishing to meet this Ancient Heavenly Emperor.

But Emperor Jun noticed Kunpeng in an instant and spoke indifferently, “Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, it’s been a long time.”

Kunpeng scoffed, “I was hoping to never see you again.

No sooner had I cooperated with you than I met with misfortune—truly bad luck.”

Emperor Jun looked puzzled briefly but quickly caught on.

His gaze settled on Baize, and he asked with a smile, “The mission failed?”

Baize quickly knelt down and said, “Please, Heavenly Emperor, punish me.”

Emperor Jun, however, shook his head and said, “You teamed up with Kunpeng and still couldn’t kill Sun Wukong.

This shows that Wukong’s strength and tactics far exceed my expectations.

It’s my misjudgement of the enemy, not your fault.”

Kunpeng’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, disbelieving.

Was this person really Emperor Jun?

Why did it feel like he had completely changed?

After all, Emperor Jun was notoriously ruthless and merciless in Ancient Times.

How had he become so magnanimous now?

It was as if he was a different person.

Seeing the confusion in Kunpeng’s eyes, Baize explained, “The Heavenly Emperor has always been this generous and merciful to his own people.

It’s only towards the enemies that he’s ruthless and heartless.

What’s so strange about that?”

Kunpeng grudgingly accepted this explanation.

He spoke indifferently, “Emperor Jun, I’ve already taken action.

The failure was due to Baize’s poor planning, not my fault.

Hand over the method to refine Primordial Demonic Qi to me.”

Emperor Jun looked at Kunpeng and smiled lightly, saying, “Our original deal was that I would tell you after Sun Wukong was killed.

Now that Wukong is still alive, why should I give it to you?”

Kunpeng was immediately furious, ready to explode.

With one hand, he reached for Baize, intending to threaten Emperor Jun with Baize’s life.

But Baize, as if he had anticipated this, dodged the grab, and Kunpeng caught empty air.

Kunpeng’s face darkened as he said coldly, “You dare to play me?

Believe it or not, I’ll wipe out all of the remnants of the Heavenly Court in the Three Realms, and I want to see how you plan to return without your people from the Heavenly Court in the Three Realms.”

Emperor Jun’s expression changed slightly but then settled into a light smile.

“Kunpeng, after all these years, you’re still as hot-tempered as ever.

All right, I’ll tell you.”

Kunpeng’s heart trembled as he held back his excitement, staring at Emperor Jun, awaiting the latter to speak.

Emperor Jun’s expression turned serious as he said in a grave voice, “It’s actually very simple.

Just use your own soul for the ritual.

A soul at the level of the Great Heavenly Venerate is completely capable of refining the Primordial Demonic Qi successfully.”

Kunpeng’s expression changed subtly.

He knew too well about Primordial Demonic Qi, which was stimulated by the soul.

But to use his own soul for the ritual, that was something he had never considered.

The soul is the most important thing to living beings.

If there’s an issue, that being is as good as dead.

Naturally, Kunpeng would never joke with his own soul.

“You’re deceiving me,” he said.

He stared intensely at Emperor Jun, suspecting that he was being tricked.

Otherwise, why would he be told to use his soul for the ritual?

If something went wrong, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

Emperor Jun’s face darkened as he said coldly, “Kunpeng, believe it or not, I have no need to lie to you.

What I told you is the method I know.

If you don’t trust it, you’re free not to try it.”

Kunpeng fell silent, his eyes flickering with a frosty glint.

At that moment, he felt as though he was being made a fool of.

He had helped Emperor Jun for free, only to be messed around.

Kunpeng’s gaze fell on Baize, itching to make a move.

He felt that if he killed Baize right in front of the Emperor, perhaps he would feel a bit more satisfied.