Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 102: How Could I Not Know How to Make Fire?

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: How Could I Not Know How to Make Fire?

A flock of geese flew southward across the sky, and the white clouds drifted leisurely in the clear sky.

Nezha felt troubled in his heart, thinking, this world is so vast, with billions of people.

On his way to Zhaoge, he casually joined a caravan and met an old white-bearded man who loved to scold others. What are the odds that this man would later shine in the Sealing God Battle, be enshrined, and be appointed as Jiang Ziya?

Is this really just a coincidence, a coincidence, or a coincidence?

"But since you’re Jiang Ziya, your friend Song Yiren in Zhaoge should still be alive."

"What the hell, you even know who my friends are?"

Jiang Ziya glared, but Nezha just laughed and said, "Why are you so surprised? You and I are people of morality, seeking immortality and fortune-telling; is there anything we cannot know?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya nodded.

Nezha looked at him, thinking, no wonder he could easily break the Five Elements Restriction on me. Even though his cultivation is only at the God Absorption Realm, being Yuanshi Tianzun’s disciple, his knowledge and insight are naturally not something young people like Wu Xiang can compare to.

Jiang Ziya went to the mountain to study at the age of thirty-two and cultivated for forty years. Finally, because many disciples of the Chan Sect committed killings, the Three Teachings discussed and started the Sealing God Battle, so Yuanshi Tianzun pulled out this incompetent disciple again.

’Heavenly Venerate said: "You were born with a thin destiny, immortality is hard to achieve, you can only enjoy the blessings of the Human World. With Chengtang’s reign ending and the Zhou Dynasty rising, help me in the Divine Enthronement, come down the mountain to assist the wise lord, become a general or minister, and not waste your forty years of cultivation on the mountain. This place is not your long-term residence, you should pack up and descend early."’​

Thinking of this, Nezha couldn’t help but look forward to the front of the group; if this man is Jiang Ziya, then could Wei Ben ahead be that Yellow Banner Star Wei Ben from Divine Enthronement?

But if that’s the case, something feels off.

When Jiang Ziya dug out the two black bird eggs from the furnace ashes, carefully peeled off the shell, and revealed the milk-white egg white with joy, Nezha finally figured out what was wrong.

In the story, when Wei Ben appears, he halts Jiang Ziya’s army attacking the Zhou, severely defeating Xiqi’s fierce general Nangong Shi, only to surrender later voluntarily.

At that time, Jiang Ziya took the excuse of Nangong Shi’s initial mistake to want to behead him. It was Wei Ben who pleaded for him, allowing Nangong Shi to keep his life, but his General Seal was taken by Jiang Ziya and given to Wei Ben.

But what if Jiang Ziya and Wei Ben already knew each other?

Nezha couldn’t help but turn to look at Jiang Ziya, and Jiang Ziya happened to raise his head to look at him too, with no pleasant expression, snorted coldly, and said, "What, you want to eat too? Sure, one bird egg for a tael of silver!"

"How could Jiang Ziya be such a person?"

Jiang Ziya raised his eyebrow and said, "The way you talk, it’s like you really know me. Living in Zhaoge is no easy task. If I don’t earn some money now, can I eat my friend’s food all the time in Zhaoge?"

"Having lost contact for forty years and still being considered a friend who cares for you in every way, such friendship is truly rare." Nezha lay in the cart, sighing.

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya was extremely proud and laughed, "I, Jiang Shang, treat people with benevolence and righteousness, and naturally, others treat me the same. What’s the surprise in that?"

Nezha thought, despite traveling together for just two days, even stray dogs they encountered weren’t spared from your sharp tongue and foul words. It’s hard to see any righteousness in you.

"Little brat, which sect and faction are you from? What are you doing going to Zhaoge?"

Nezha waved his hand, the Qiankun Ring appeared on his wrist, gleaming brightly. Jiang Ziya was mildly surprised, saying, "Qiankun Ring? Are you from Senior Brother Taiyi’s sect?"

Nezha nodded and said, "Li Nezha from Chentang Pass."

"Good boy, and you called me an old man. Regardless of where you’re from, Taiyi Zhenren is your master and my senior brother. Shouldn’t you call me Uncle-Master?"

Apparently seeing a fellow disciple from the Chan Sect, even a junior, Jiang Shang got interested again. His foul words immediately vanished, and he put on a senior sage look, sitting cross-legged on the cart, his waist rising and falling with the bumps of the cart wheels, just waiting for Nezha to call him Uncle-Master.

Seeing him like this, Nezha sighed and began looking at the sky again, pondering the question once more:

How could Jiang Ziya be such a person?

But thinking about it, it made sense. Jiang Ziya cultivated on the mountain for forty years. Although he didn’t know whether what he did counted as cultivation or chores, at least he had some expectations. But in the end, Yuanshi Tianzun’s words shattered his hopes, leaving him with no fate for immortality, only the enjoyment of Human World blessings.

Enjoying Human World blessings sounded good, but he spent his life idling away on Kunlun Mountain and now descending at seventy-two years old.

Nezha asked, "Old man, you said earlier that when you descended the mountain, you asked Heavenly Venerate about your future destination, and didn’t he say: ’Fishing with a rod in Panxi Weishui, naturally drawing the wise to visit the worthy’?" Why not go to Panxi but head to Zhaoge instead?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shang lightly snorted, and his sage-like demeanor vanished in an instant, his face full of resentment, saying: "Isn’t there also a line: ’Distress for twenty-four years, be patient and content with your lot’? Eight years of distress is better spent exploring in Zhaoge, one could visit old friends, and with my skills, I might find a place to belong in Zhaoge."

Thinking about his future, Jiang Shang sighed again, "Above me, there are no uncles or brothers, below, no siblings or nephews. Like a bird lost from its forest, there’s no perch anywhere. In the vast, desolate world, only this sworn brother in Zhaoge remains. If he doesn’t recognize me anymore, loneliness in the world, what meaning would there be in gaining a noble title and rank later?"

Seeing him lamenting like this, Nezha rolled his eyes.

Even after just two days together, Nezha could tell that this old man wasn’t someone with simple thoughts who would express everything on the surface.

He might indulge in self-pity, but he would never give up on his ambitions because of it. If he did, he wouldn’t be Jiang Ziya.

Soon, Wei Ben rode over again, single-handedly tossing a freshly cleaned wild boar weighing over a hundred jin onto the cart. Whether he intended for Jiang Shang to roast it or meant to crush him with it was unclear.

In any case, Jiang Shang was startled, and Nezha caught the wild boar with one hand in mid-air, slightly showing his strength, which caught Wei Ben’s attention.

Jiang Shang ignored this and jumped up, cursing at Wei Ben’s nose vigorously, as if to vent all the frustration of being sent down the mountain by Yuanshi Tianzun onto Wei Ben, who he subdued at the foot of the mountain.

Wei Ben seemed accustomed to his scolding, ignored him, and rode away on his horse.

Jiang Shang, parched from all the scolding, took a large swig of cool, sweet mountain spring water from the gourd at his waist. Looking at the freshly cleaned wild boar meat, he started rubbing his hands together eagerly, his eyes gleaming.

Nezha raised an eyebrow and said, "This cart is making our heads dizzy on the mountain path, and you’re lighting a stove on it; aren’t you afraid of setting the cart on fire?"

Jiang Shang said proudly, "I tended the fire for the Pill Furnace on Kunlun Mountain for forty years, how can I not know how to light a stove? I’m making a promise here; if the cart catches fire today, I won’t participate in Divine Enthronement, and I’ll die by ramming my head into these cart wheels!"

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