Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 109: Wealth and Honor of the Court, All Stemming from the Huang Family

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Wealth and Honor of the Court, All Stemming from the Huang Family

Speaking of Huang Feibiao, Nezha thought he had gained some useful information. However, when Yumao’er began to complain about having a sickly younger brother, he immediately realized that if he believed everything the girls said in this building, he would surely be a complete fool.

Yet some things might not be false either.

He ignored Ding Ce, pretended to be magnanimous, and grabbed a small handful of golden melon seeds from Yumao’er, who was munching on melon seeds, and stuffed them into her cleavage. The girl’s exclamations and starry eyes greatly satisfied his vanity.

As he left, he said he would come to chat with her again next time.

Yumao’er was filled with reluctance, but she also knew that, in such a place, whether coming from a man or a boy, words cannot be trusted.

However, as it turned out, no matter how tasty, the melon seeds were not as useful as the golden ones. As soon as Nezha left, Yumao’er began shaking her clothes to pick up the gold that had fallen to the ground while musing that men’s money was really damn easy to earn.

Inside, he acted grandly, but once outside, he was heartbroken as he felt the pain of losing money.

Nezha sighed in his heart, thankful that he had considerable family wealth. The money he obtained from Ao Bing’s Qiankun Bag was enough to treat Spring Breeze Building as his home for quite some time without spending it all.

But such a life of ease and enjoyment was destined to elude him.

He was a cultivator.

And cultivation, no matter how passionate you are about it, is destined to be dull and tedious.

No setbacks are needed; the task of cultivation alone eliminates ninety percent of cultivators.

"That’s why those inhuman monks and ascetics of the Western Sect are so formidable, I suppose."

Nezha then thought of his good friend Wu Xiang Monk, who he had parted ways with not long after meeting.

Wu Xiang said he was looking for someone, so he left; it’s unknown whom he was searching for.

Nezha found out about Huang Feihu’s residence. In front of the vermillion gates stood imperial axes, halberds, hooks, and forks, and a green-scaled leopard, bound with chains, ferocious and bloody, with no one daring to come within ten feet.

On the gates, four large gold-painted characters inscribed by the late king read:

The plaque of ’Loyalty and Patriotism.’

Nezha thought to himself, Huang Feihu’s sister was a favored consort of King Zhou, the esteemed empress of the West Palace; a family of wealth and honor indeed emerged from the Huang Family. Later, various changes occurred, and this ’Huang Feihu of Loyalty and Patriotism’ ultimately defected from Zhaoge and went to Xiqi.

As he reflected, the Green-scaled Leopard bared its teeth at him again. He glared back, revealing a bit of his aura, which made the spiritual creature, possessing the ancient beast bloodline, wail like a dog and tuck its tail.

"Only things that rely on someone’s power to bully others exist! With so many pedestrians on this road, how dare you scare people here? If you continue like this, I’ll come at night when no one’s around and strangle you."

The Green-scaled Leopard listened and behaved even more obediently.

Nezha, satisfied, knocked on the vermillion door, and soon a servant in a black robe opened it. Seeing it was a child, he asked, "Which family’s young master comes to our house seeking someone?"

But he soon realized the Green-scaled Leopard at the door could bite him there. This beast was fiercely aggressive; it knew not to offend court officials, but if it were the offspring of commoners, a bite would mean death for nothing.

"Go in and tell King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, that it’s someone from Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, disciple of Taiyi Zhenren, here to pay a visit."

The servant, being part of a prestigious household, was more insightful than ordinary family servants. He immediately knew that though young, this was someone of high moral standing, those powerful cultivators.

The servant quickly led Nezha inside, offered him good tea, and then went to report to King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu.

After a while, he returned, wiped his sweat, and said with a smile, "Apologies for the wait, little immortal. Our prince invites you for a talk."

Inside the hall, from a distance, one could see King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, looking dignified and stalwart, sitting at the head wearing a green court robe, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, exuding a formidable presence.

Having greeted him, Nezha, not afraid, could see that although Huang Feihu’s aura was not weak and his life force long-lasting, he was ultimately not a cultivator.

After identifying him, Huang Feihu laughed upon seeing that Nezha was just a child. "So, you’re truly just a kid. No wonder, being an immortal disciple, you startled the Green-scaled Leopard enough to tuck its tail. You’ve got some guts. Why have you come to me?"

"Truth to tell, my intention is for the meteorite in your hand, Prince."

Seeing Nezha’s directness, King Wu Cheng laughed too. "So it’s for the Star River Divine Sand. Recently, I’ve seen many cultivators for this treasure. Child, this treasure may be given to you, but you might not safely take it out of the city alive. And just because you want it, I must give it? Such a reason has never existed in this world."

Huang Feihu wasn’t afraid of cultivators. A few days ago, the Demon Four Generals of Jiameng Pass came with two cartloads of gifts to pay respects, but he scolded them, sending them back with their heads bowed.

Nezha smiled, "Prince is a reasonable person, and Nezha will not act unreasonably. To request this meteorite, naturally, I won’t let you suffer a loss."

"Oh? Explain how you won’t let me suffer a loss?"

Nezha replied, "Though this meteorite is precious, having it often means cultivators like me will come to bother you. Seeing it, they won’t want to leave empty-handed, and not showing it leads to needless enmity. Surely, Prince must be annoyed."

Huang Feihu waved his hand, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Speak directly."

"Coincidentally, I’ve obtained a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, a rarity in the world. I don’t dare say it can raise the dead, but if cut into pieces and taken over a year in thirty-six doses, it could extend life by eighty years."

Hearing this, Huang Feihu raised an eyebrow and, without revealing anything, said, "Lately, there have been quite a few like you willing to exchange treasures."

In his heart, Nezha thought that must be the case.

You, a mortal, even if you forge a handy weapon from this Star River Divine Sand, it wouldn’t bring much benefit. Why grasp such a thing in your hands for everyone to covet?

It turns out he intended to auction it to the highest bidder!

Clearly, King Wu Cheng was now tempted.

An eight-thousand-year Blood Ginseng is almost at the level of ten-thousand-year Spiritual Medicine.

Others, even possessing such a treasure and wanting to exchange it for Star River Divine Sand, would hesitate;

It’s just that Nezha was wealthy, having obtained two acres of medicine fields from Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, picking the smallest Blood Ginseng without pain.

King Wu Cheng indeed was tempted.

Commanding influence across the empire, with generations of wealth and prosperity,

Under him, countless talents and experts could be enlisted, even those on par with the top powers of the cultivation world.

Born sturdy and of robust blood, with the strength of oxen, horses, tigers, and wolves in one arm.

Yet he couldn’t cultivate, being just a mere mortal with a few decades of life.

Though those talents and experts now worked for him, appearing respectful, his lifespan was fleeting to them, passing in a flash. How could this not cause him anguish?

Huang Feihu gazed at Nezha, keeping a steady expression, "With just one Blood Ginseng, it’s not enough. Moreover, taking it for a year to prolong life shows no immediate results. How would I know you’re not deceiving me?"

"I swear on the head of Taiyi Zhenren, my master from Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, if any word I speak today is false, may my master be struck by Heavenly Tribulation Lightning, and his Primordial Spirit annihilated!"

Huang Feihu hadn’t even finished speaking when Nezha had sworn a vicious oath.

Huang Feihu widened his eyes, thinking of the previous cultivators he met; while some liked to boast, they were cautious with oaths, fearing they’d come true.

Seeing Huang Feihu’s lingering doubt, Nezha said, "Nezha’s offer is sincere. If Prince finds a thousand-year Blood Ginseng insufficient, then it seems the Star River Divine Sand has no fate with Nezha."

"Haha, interesting indeed. I’ve met many cultivators from different sects recently, but few haggle over this like buying meat at a market. I haven’t met Taiyi Zhenren, so I don’t know what kind of mentor could produce a disciple like you."

Huang Feihu wasn’t foolish; despite being tempted, he maintained composure, a trait that earned him his position today.

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