Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 105: Purple Flame Serpent Spear Fire-tipped Spear

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Purple Flame Serpent Spear Fire-tipped Spear

"Who am I? Haha, you’ll be scared to death if I tell you! I am none other than Spirit Pearl, disciple of Taiyi Zhenren from Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave!"

At this moment, Spirit Pearl had long forgotten the advice Taiyi Zhenren gave when he descended the mountain to act low-key.

During this period, although he hadn’t obtained the meteorite from King Wu Cheng, he had gained quite a lot by killing and seizing treasures near Zhaoge.

"Is it really true?"

Nezha’s heart tightened upon hearing this. He thought he was already born and had been taken as a disciple by Taiyi Zhenren. How could Spirit Pearl be reincarnated?

If the opponent was lying, the Golden Brick, Wind Fire Wheels, Fire-tipped Spear—all these treasures from Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave—and the spear techniques were even more exquisite than the East King Sword taught by Shi Ji.

But if Taiyi Zhenren intended harm against him, considering the power of Daoxing Venerable’s Demon-Subduing Pestle, they could conclude how formidable Taiyi Zhenren must be. Even if he sought help at Skull Mountain White Bone Cave, the best outcome would be the entire White Bone Cave turned to dust.

Why?

Why!

There must be something he didn’t know!

Thinking of this, Nezha attacked even more fiercely, believing that the Spirit Pearl, personally taught by Taiyi Zhenren, must know more than he did. Regardless of anything, even if they came from the same sect, the primary task was to capture him.

Spirit Pearl was enraged to see the young boy daring to attack with spear techniques. His greatest confidence lay in the spear in his hand, feeling that no matter how refined Nezha’s training was, he couldn’t be his opponent.

Yet as he thrust his spear towards Nezha’s heart, Nezha unexpectedly did not dodge, thrusting straight at his left shoulder instead.

Spirit Pearl understood well that in fighting and killing, momentum is crucial. Though he could avoid injury by retreating now, subsequent fights would likely see him overpowered by Nezha, which was unacceptable to his proud spirit.

"Exchanging injury for fate, what a fool!"

Spirit Pearl’s spear pierced the coarse linen cloth around Nezha, yet shockingly couldn’t penetrate it. It was too late to evade, and his shoulder was cut open by Nezha’s spear.

Having gained an upper hand with treasures obtained from Daoxing Venerable, Nezha was still unsatisfied and shouted to the side, "Daoist! I’m here to help, and you’re just watching?"

Chai Hao, an Independent Immortal, though not a traditionally good person, was very honorable.

When Nezha called, he loudly said, "I’ll help you!"

Yet as he rushed forward, a ruthless glint flashed in Spirit Pearl’s eyes. With a flick of his Fire-tipped Spear, a sea of fire spewed from the spear tip, engulfing Chai Hao in an instant.

Nezha watched from the side and saw a dark figure in the purple-black flames that didn’t even utter a sound before limbs were burnt and it fell from the air as charred remains.

Upon killing him, Spirit Pearl laughed loudly, saying, "Dare to shine a tiny grain of luminescence!"

His voice thundered like an earthquake. Nezha frowned, thinking how Taiyi Zhenren, a moral sage of the Chan Sect, could teach such a bloodthirsty disciple.

Seeing Spirit Pearl’s spear aimed at him again, despite the indestructible Treasure Clothes shielding him from blades and fires, the Fire-tipped Spear’s flames weren’t ordinary fire; they were Three Samadhi Fire refined from a magic treasure, capable of burning innate essence and rules.

Moreover, flying with the Tunnel Light couldn’t outrun the Wind Fire Wheels. It was hard to fight and flee.

Witnessing Spirit Pearl’s ruthlessness, Nezha was stirred to kill. As the fire approached, he used the Dividing Water Divine Shuttle to summon a massive wave in the air.

The sea of fire met the water wave, instantly creating dense white mist.

Indeed, the Three Samadhi Fire refined in this spear was powerful; upon ignition, the several-meter-high waves evaporated instantly, and Spirit Pearl merely sneered, hovering motionless in the air, waiting for Nezha to reveal himself amid the mist, ready to strike.

But unexpectedly, instead of a figure, there was a sword light in the mist.

Upon seeing this sword light, Spirit Pearl’s once arrogant and violent demeanor turned ashen gray, eyes wide with terror.

He had no time to curse or resent.

The only thought flashing through his mind was that this sword light far exceeded his current realm. Though it wasn’t mystical, it emphasized breaking myriad ways with sheer force, much like how he fought opponents before.

If he couldn’t block it, he would die.

But given this sword light’s might, how could he possibly block it?

In a critical moment, Spirit Pearl screamed, throwing a yellow banner from his arms to take the fall for him.

But this yellow banner was no rare magic treasure; it couldn’t withstand the sword talisman sealed by the Taiyi Golden Immortal. Even after being cleaved in two by the sword, its residual power went on to slash Spirit Pearl.

Spirit Pearl raised his spear to block, but his prized Purple Flame Serpent Spear, the treasure of the Golden Light Cave, couldn’t be split by the sword light. Yet, he was shaken so hard that both his arm bones broke, and the spear fell from his grasp.

Before he could register the pain, scattered remnants of the sword intent landed on his Innate Spiritual Treasure Body. Instantly, a torrent of blood splattered mid-air, and within the blink of an eye, a gaping wound opened in his chest and abdomen, revealing fractured ribs.

As the saying goes, "strike while the iron is hot." Having used the last sword talisman tricked from Yu Ding, Nezha was resolute not to cease, his spear striking straight for Spirit Pearl’s Mud Ball Palace.

Spirit Pearl, terrified, lost his soul. Gravely wounded and not caring about the loss of his spear, he fled towards Zhaoge City on the Wind Fire Wheels.

Nezha also rode the tunnel light in pursuit, but with the Wind Fire Wheels underfoot, fast as wind and thunder, he couldn’t catch up.

So he flew back, searching the ground for a long while until he found the ’Purple Flame Serpent Spear’ in a patch of wild grass in the forest.

This spear, having followed Spirit Pearl for a long time, was tainted with his evil energy. Dropped amid the grass, its residual fiery aura withered all vegetation within dozens of meters.

Nezha carefully picked it up, twirled it into a blossom, sending forth a ball of purple-red flame.

Raising an eyebrow, Nezha felt his internal Primordial Qi pour into the Fire-tipped Spear like mud flowing into the sea. He then felt warmth in his palm as the fiery waves fanned out nearly a hundred meters, reducing everything to ashes where the fire light touched!

"Indeed a divine magic treasure. This Fire-tipped Spear is much more formidable than a flamethrower. Without Yu Ding Zhenren’s sword talisman, even the Qiankun Ring and Chaos Sky Silk might not have defeated him."

Nezha muttered to himself, reflecting that although Spirit Pearl employed a treasure to take a blow earlier, he suffered a mortal wound. Without a life-saving immortal pill, he might not survive the night.

Another crucial point was, what exactly was Taiyi Zhenren up to?

First, taking him as a disciple, then secretly reincarnating Spirit Pearl.

Now that the Sealing God Battle was beginning, who would serve as the vanguard for Jiang Ziya, himself, or this cruel and violent Spirit Pearl?

Nezha recalled Taiyi Zhenren’s facial expressions and words when he first became his apprentice, feeling something peculiar but unable to unravel the mystery.

After securing the Fire-tipped Spear, he returned to Song Family Village. Hearing the snores from next door, he shook his head helplessly, jumped on the bed, crossed his legs, and resumed meditative cultivation.

Cultivation was an exceptionally dull and tedious pursuit, endless and unclear of the road ahead.

Possibly, a flash of inspiration could propel one further, as could be seen with Jiang Ziya, possessing an intricate mind, yet unable to comprehend the Golden Core technique despite decades of hard training.

It was a matter of cultivation.

Pathological, inhumane, madly obsessive persistence!

As for Spirit Pearl, he landed from the sky, failing to reach the luxurious inn he resided in Zhaoge, instead zapping into a dilapidated temple outside the city.

Looking up at a statue of the Three-headed Demon Lord, malice surged within him. He bit his teeth and slashed it to pieces with a sword, but his wounds tore again, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Collapsing to the ground, his chest and abdomen laid wide open, exposing internal organs. Even the best doctor from Zhaoge Palace would probably suggest digging a grave immediately.

Yet, Spirit Pearl’s expression, aching and twitching, was full of resentment, seemingly unconcerned about his severe injuries.

He pulled out a jade bottle from his chest, poured out a red pill the size of a dragon’s eye, and swallowed it. Then, tearing his clothes, he sprinkled medicinal powder over the wounds, healing instantly.

"I don’t care who you are; having provoked me today, I will crush your body into powder and scatter your ashes!"

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