Chapter 833: As-You-Will Golden Cudgel!

"At what time did you attain the Dao, Exalted Immortal? And what celestial arts were you granted?" Inside the Dragon Palace, both parties were exchanging polite, conventional pleasantries.

"Since my birth, I left the mundane world to cultivate, gaining a body free from birth and death..." Sun Wukong replied smoothly and without hesitation.

"Could he be skilled with a blade?" While the crowd was gathered in their respective groups debating what kind of weapon Sun Wukong would use, the Dragon King, finding it difficult to decline, ordered a fat-headed mandarin fish commander to bring forward a massive broadsword.

A group of warriors who favored the blade immediately grew excited, saying to the companions beside them, "Hehehe... a blade user! A blade user!"

They felt a profound sense of familiarity.

"Old Sun does not know how to use a blade," just then, Sun Wukong spoke up, "Pray, bestow another."

"Uh..." The smiles on the faces of the blade-wielding warriors instantly froze.

"Could it be a long-hafted weapon?" Xiaoyue muttered.

After all, she was quite knowledgeable about weapons like spears, halberds, and lances.

Soon enough, they saw the Dragon King urge two mighty laborers to carry in a nine-pronged fork.

The fork gleamed with a treasure's radiance, its sharp edges glinting with a chilling light; even a single glance made it clear that this was a fine treasure.

"Oh—!" Xiaoyue’s eyes lit up, "He's using it! He's using it!"

He actually went ahead and practiced a routine with it, swinging it so vigorously that it whipped up a fierce wind.

The old Dragon King said proudly, "This treasure weighs three thousand six hundred catties, a rare treasure seldom seen!"

"Three thousand six hundred catties!?" Even several Saint-tier warriors who habitually used heavy weapons could not help but be startled at this moment.

One had to understand that using a weapon was not the same as a weightlifting competition; three thousand six hundred catties was an easy lift for these Saint-tier powerhouses once they circulated their Qi.

If blades truly clashed, let alone a few thousand catties, with the right method and technique of force exertion, an attacking force of ten thousand catties could be shattered in a single blow.

Even the experts from Fang Qi’s era before his transmigration could unleash a punch with a force several or even dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary person, to say nothing of these warriors.

Yet even those masters accustomed to heavy weapons would not use something of this weight class; for no other reason than the fact that merely holding it would continuously drain the Qi within their bodies, so how could they maintain peak condition when actually engaging in combat?

As far as weapons were concerned, the priority was that it felt right in the hand, not whether one could lift it; otherwise, when the time came to fight, one's combat power would decrease instead of increase, which would just be a case of slapping one's face until it swelled to look fat.

Everyone present was an insider, so they naturally understood the reasoning behind this.

Looking back at Sun Wukong, he did not need to channel his cultivation or lift his Qi at all; the entire nine-pronged fork in his hands gave the illusion of being as light as nothing.

So much so that it gave people the illusion... of whether this fork was truly that heavy.

Xiaoyue instantly beamed with joy, "This time it should be right, shouldn't it!?"

Only Xiaoyue had tested the waters yesterday, but today it had already escalated into the entire Haotian Sect watching as a group.

A crowd of people also looked on from the side, "Could it be that the Handsome Monkey King uses a fork?"

"Ah!"

Sun Wukong set it down on the spot with a loud crash, nearly collapsing the floor of the Dragon Palace, "Too light! Too light! It doesn't suit my hand!"

"Too... light—!?" Layton stared dumbfounded at the scene; as an expert who used heavy weapons, he could not help but swallow hard with difficulty...

He had originally thought Sun Wukong's cultivation might be relatively high, but he had only studied for a few years with that old immortal after all; no matter how high it was, there had to be a limit, right...?

An ordinary immortal would have considered such a weapon to be a medium-sized one without a doubt...

And the result...

Too light!?

At this time, the Dragon King commanded two generals and commanders to work together to carry out a painted-haft Square Sky Halberd.

"This halberd weighs seven thousand two hundred catties." When mentioning this treasure, the Dragon King's face bore a touch of self-satisfaction as he said, "This is the best weapon in the Dragon Palace, and as of now, no one has been able to wield it."

"Seven thousand two hundred catties...!?" The cultivators and warriors watching *Journey to the West* could not help but cry out in surprise.

Although evaluating the quality of a weapon did not depend on its weight, looking at this treasure adorned with dragons and phoenixes and gleaming with a piercingly cold light, no one dared to say it was not a fine treasure.

The sharpness of its blade left no one in doubt that it could easily cut through most of the fine weapons known to everyone present.

The sturdiness of the halberd's shaft made people wonder if any weapon they knew of could leave a mark upon it.

This was absolutely a rare treasure of heaven and earth, seldom seen even by immortals!

"Hmm...!? This one works!"

"It must be this one, right?"

"If it were me, I'd take this halberd!"

The crowd also grew excited upon seeing the treasure, feeling a surge of exhilaration as if they themselves had taken the halberd.

Before their eyes, Wukong saw it, took it into his hands, struck a few poses, played around with it at will, and thrust the butt of the halberd into the center of the floor.

*Crack!*

With a dull thud, the floor—paved with some unknown treasure, magnificent like colored glaze yet incredibly sturdy—seemed to be pierced through by a precious sword, splitting open in response!

"Still light! Light! Light!" Sun Wukong said disdainfully.

"This is still light!?" The group of people stared blankly at Sun Wukong before them.

Just what kind of weapon, what kind of treasure was needed to satisfy the desires of this Handsome Monkey King?

At this moment, a few dragon daughters in the back whispered, "That piece of Magic Sea-Fixing Needle Iron of ours..."

"That was a pillar used by King Yu the Great to determine the depth of rivers and seas during ancient times when he regulated the waters... Although it is a piece of divine iron, what use is it?" the old Dragon King said dubiously.

"Magic Sea-Fixing Needle Iron...?"

"What is this?!"

"This old Dragon King actually has a treasure better than the Square Sky Halberd!?"

"Oh my, how does this Dragon Palace have so many treasures?!" Jiang Xiaoyue watched with her eyes shining brightly.

"What kind of formidable figure was King Yu the Great...?" In the Jiuhua City shop, Su Tianji could not help but murmur.

The ancient times spoken of by immortals were bound to be extraordinary.

Following the Dragon King into the center of the ocean treasury, they indeed saw a expanse of brilliant rosy light and surging auspicious vapors; walking into the depths, they beheld ten thousand rays of golden light, so piercing that people could not open their eyes.

In the depths of that golden light, a piece of divine iron was indeed visible.

But it looked... simply too thick, just like an iron pillar.

"What kind of treasure is this again...?"

"Such a large piece of iron... are we supposed to hold it and smash things later?" The crowd shook their heads in succession, "This is no good! No good! Not as good as the one just now."

"This is also a bit too thick and long..." Sun Wukong also said, "It needs to be... shorter and thinner before it can be used."

"Exactly! Exactly!" The cultivators and warriors also nodded in succession.

But right in the middle of their nodding, the pillar suddenly grew thinner in response to his words!

Instantly, the place erupted into a frenzy, "This treasure—!?"

Then he called out again, "A bit thinner!"

The staff shrunk once more, finally shrinking to a size that could be grasped in one hand; looking closely at it, a line of characters was inscribed upon it: Ruyi Jingu Bang!

Its weight reached an astonishing thirteen thousand five hundred catties!

It was far more than a matter of simple weight.

As it was brandished, the waters of the entire ocean churned and roiled in its wake, and the Dragon Palace shook to its very foundations. Let alone the turtles, tortoises, fish, and crabs, even the dragon princes and princesses were scared out of their wits, and the old Dragon King himself watched on in utter terror.

Shrunk to its smallest, it could be as fine as a needle; grown to its largest, it pierced straight through the heavy layers of clouds. The onlookers stared at the Golden Cudgel, their hearts similarly hammering with dread, terrified it might strike a hole right through the sky.

And by this time, even the Jade Emperor of the Celestial Court had received a report from the heavenly soldiers and generals: "Your Majesty, that natural-born stone monkey is causing havoc in the lower realm! He has thrust an iron rod all the way up into the heavens!"

"What kind of treasure is this—!!??"

"Good heavens!!"

"It's still growing! The sky is about to break—!"

Standing atop the Celestial Court, one could see the iron rod continuously ascending. The staff truly "reached up to the highest heavens and plunged down to the depths of hell." Let alone the characters within the scene, even the crowd watching the spectacle backed away in sheer fright.

"Holy crap!" Song Qingfeng and several other young martial artists found themselves utterly unable to find any other words to express the raw emotion in their hearts.

A treasure of this caliber was something they had never even heard of, let alone seen!