Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 110 Zhaoge Tiger General

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Zhaoge Tiger General

"To be honest with you, my mansion has no shortage of items that can prolong life, but it’s always been hard to verify their authenticity. How many years of life can they truly grant? Until the moment of death arrives, who can truly know?"

Huang Feihu smiled, looking at Nezha, implying that if he wanted to pique his interest, he should take out the items for a look.

Nezha understood and said, "It’s rumored that His Highness, King Wu Cheng of Zhaoge, acquired a piece of Outer Heaven Meteor Iron containing Star River Divine Sand. It is truly a blessing for Nezha to meet King Wu Cheng today. Why not take out our treasures? Even if things don’t work out, it’ll still broaden Nezha’s knowledge."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu wasn’t stingy and instructed his capable subordinates to bring over the meteorite.

In no time, four strongmen carried a stone the size of a washbasin to the center of the hall.

Nezha stepped forward and saw that the stone was a dark piece, looking no different from the common large river pebbles. He frowned slightly and, using his intuition, looked again, finally discerning some differences.

Beneath the surface of the stone glowed a faint blue light, as if an Banished Immortal were hidden beneath the stone’s surface, ready to break free.

Nezha reached out and tapped the stone’s surface with his finger, saying, "It’s truly extraordinary."

He then flipped his hand and produced a jade box.

As soon as the lid opened, a burst of fragrance filled the air. Everyone present hadn’t yet seen what the Blood Ginseng looked like, but merely smelling it invigorated them, wiping away all their weariness.

Huang Feihu stepped forward and saw in the box a Blood Ginseng, the size of a child’s palm, with eighty-one complete roots, entirely blood-red. Even more remarkable was that the herb had taken a humanoid form.

Nezha smiled and said, "I came across this Blood Ginseng by chance. If someone encounters an accident, gravely injured and at death’s door, putting just one root in their mouth can preserve their life for a day, and perhaps save them if they meet a divine doctor. If a commoner unknowingly eats this as ordinary ginseng, they might suffer from an overabundance of energy, leading to death. It’s not just an opportunity but also a disaster. However, if handled correctly, the Life Essence Qi contained in this Blood Ginseng makes longevity a common thing."

Huang Feihu nodded. Being knowledgeable, he knew Nezha wasn’t lying upon seeing the Blood Ginseng.

Indeed, he wanted the Blood Ginseng, but he didn’t believe Nezha was saying that the deal would end if he didn’t want to exchange.

After all, Nezha was willing to exchange this eight-thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng for the Star River Divine Sand in his possession, making it clear that the Star River Divine Sand was more important to him than the Blood Ginseng.

Huang Feihu returned to his seat and looked at Nezha, saying, "Everything in the world has its value, but that value is often relative. To a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, even a million pounds of Star River Divine Sand is not as important as a bottle of water. If you come to me with this Blood Ginseng when I’m seventy or eighty years old and nearing death, I’d trade everything for it. But right now, I’m in my prime, far from old age."

Upon these words, the room fell silent for a moment.

Nezha could possibly offer more, but doing so would only mean falling into the other’s trap.

He had to say, "In that case, aside from this Blood Ginseng, Nezha has nothing else of value. It seems I’m destined not to have this treasure."

"What do you mean, young Taoist priest? Meeting is fate. I often interact with virtuous people in the military. Whenever I meet a sage, who throws three or five copper coins, questions the ancient and modern, I feel dazzled and bewildered. Today, if you visit me, and wish to be friends with me, Huang, you are welcome to visit my mansion for any help you might need in Zhaoge."

Huang Feihu was polite, and Nezha dared not take his politeness lightly.

Since the other party had begun to praise and elevate him, he decided to continue to act like a sage.

He deliberately remained silent for a moment, then said, "Since His Highness mentioned fortune-telling and divination, let me impart a few predictions to the Prince, so we part as friends and cherish each other: The Zhaoge Tiger General once glorious, undercurrents of power plots are long. Amidst chaos, encounters with obstacles, beware of those with ’Kui’ in their name."

Huang Feihu was stunned and looked at Nezha again. Seeing Nezha had already turned away, he extended his right index finger, lightly tapped the tea water before him, flicked it, creating a mist of water, and then he vanished into the water, flying away using the Water Style.

When Nezha reappeared, he was back at Spring Breeze Building, just in time to encounter Ding Ce coming out from inside.

After just half a day apart, Ding Ce’s face looked slightly haggard, his complexion darkened and yellow, and his steps were unsteady, unlike the forceful stride he had when he arrived.

Yet his face bore the same hearty smile as always.

Nezha thought, no wonder people say lust is a knife cutting through the bones, and wine is poison through the gut.

One can only wonder what kind of enchantress made you so satisfied.

He suddenly remembered Yumao’er from earlier, with a soft and voluptuous figure, lying with her warm fragrance in his embrace, making one’s face blush and heart race just thinking about it.

Big and small, the two men faced each other, looking at each other for a long time, before sharing a smile.

After leaving the city, Nezha told Ding Ce that he was staying at the Song family estate, and if there was any issue, he could find him there, and with that, the two parted ways.

Today seemed to be a day of farewells.

Not getting the Star River Divine Sand was something he had anticipated, but seeing Huang Feihu clinging to it so tightly made it seem like it wasn’t just a matter of waiting for the right price.

Otherwise, as Wu Xiang Monk mentioned, even if this eight-thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng ended up with King Zhou, he would consider it a treasure, let alone a person like Huang Feihu.

"The matters of the world are always complex and headache-inducing, full of intrigue among people. If a cultivator gets caught up in all this, it might taint their Daoist heart, making it difficult to seek the true path of the Great Dao."

Almost every cultivator understands this principle, but few can truly adhere to it. As long as there is interaction with others, there’s no avoiding dealing with these complicated and troublesome relationships.

Upon returning to the Song family estate, Nezha greeted everyone he met along the way. As he entered Jiang Ziya’s courtyard, he saw the old man sitting at the stone table in the middle of the yard, rubbing his hands, sometimes sighing in melancholy, sometimes grinning slyly.

"Old man, what makes you so happy?"

"Call me Uncle Master!"

As soon as he saw Nezha, Jiang Ziya immediately reverted to his usual self, speaking with disdain, "I’ve told you countless times, understanding the hierarchy is important."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Jiang, what good news did you receive?"

Upon hearing himself called ’Uncle Master,’ Jiang Ziya’s face lit up with a smile and said, "You have no idea, my sworn brother arranged a marriage for me today!"

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