Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 111 Ziya Gets Married

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Ziya Gets Married

"Good thing, whose daughter is it?"

Nezha sat down to the side and scattered a bag of dried fruits he brought from Spring Breeze Building onto the stone table.

He had figured it out; perhaps this marriage was destined for Jiang Ziya. Why bother meddling in other people’s business when he could just enjoy the spectacle?

"The daughter of Landlord Ma from Ma’s Mansion next door."

"That sixty-eight-year-old virgin?"

Seeing Nezha laugh, Jiang Ziya widened his eyes with surprise and said, "How do you know that?"

"Ran into Landlord Ma this morning, and he told me. But speaking of which, you haven’t enjoyed your peaceful days for long yet, shouldn’t you wander around a bit and see the fresh world at the foot of the mountain? Why rush into marriage? If the Ma lady is unwilling to roam around with you, wouldn’t she be confined to this tiny plot of land?"

Jiang Ziya also grabbed some dried fruit from the table, eating them one by one. As he chewed, he said, "My dear nephew, your uncle here isn’t getting any younger, it’s time for me to settle down."

Nezha nodded while thinking, you’re not at the age to settle down yet; with some effort, you could already be holding your great-grandsons in Chentang Pass.

"I think what my friend said isn’t wrong either; of the three unfilial acts, not having offspring is the worst. Since my cultivation didn’t succeed, I should leave a descendant for my old Jiang family."

Hearing this, Nezha skeptically sized up the old man in front of him, particularly glancing down at the young Jiang comrade, asking a question that nearly made Jiang Ziya jump with rage.

"Old man, do you believe you can still father a child, or that the sixty-eight-year-old Ma lady can?"

Even though the old man hitting wasn’t painful, Jiang Ziya, in anger, chased Nezha around the courtyard with a broom for several laps until his strength was exhausted and he sat by the table, panting heavily before Nezha sat down again.

"I have a feeling that if this marriage goes through, you won’t have it easy."

"Before I came down from the mountain, my master said I would enjoy wealth in the human world in the future, reaching high positions. If she’s with me, she’ll naturally enjoy endless prosperity and luxury, so why would there be any complaints?"

Jiang Ziya was extremely confident in this aspect. Seizing the moment Nezha wasn’t paying attention, he poured all the dried fruits on the table into his pocket, eating quickly and talking righteously.

Nezha retorted, "If she can see your promising future, naturally it’s good. But if she can’t, and you are now living under someone else’s roof, penniless, how would others look up to you?"

"For someone still a cultivator, how did Taiyi teach you to be so worldly? Even if I’m out of money, am I not a precious jade? Gold will shine wherever it is placed!"

Nezha sighed inwardly, thinking if I didn’t know you’re Jiang Ziya, I wouldn’t see any extraordinary quality in you and would have left you already to enjoy myself leisurely at a restaurant in Zhaoge City.

He thought Song Yiren was indeed extraordinary. Seeing Jiang Ziya in such a desolate state, whatever need arises, there is a response and support. This old guy truly hit the jackpot to have such a friend in his life.

"One can only hope this Ma lady you speak of can discern your unique talents."

"How could she not see? I’m as brilliant as gold, dazzling no matter where I stand."

When he said this, Jiang Ziya’s tone lacked the imagined vigor, instead lowering his head.

He looked at the hemp shoes on his feet, which had developed a hole at the front from too much walking these days.

Yet clearly, he wasn’t concerned about that.

He was just watching the ants on the ground.

At the base of the stone table where it connects with the earth, a few blades of chickweed grew, sheltering an ant kingdom among the grass.

At this moment, this ant kingdom was striving for a large piece of food granted by heaven.

The food was a piece of white steamed bun.

The ants were well-organized; some were responsible for cutting, others for carrying, some for guiding, and others for maintaining order.

In this development, a mysterious natural order was inherent; yet, Jiang Ziya wasn’t focusing on that either.

In his eyes, he saw only one ant.

That ant was isolated at the edge of the ranks, somehow injured, dazed and confused, scrambling frantically with its legs on the ground but getting nowhere.

This ant would soon die.

If he couldn’t achieve immortality, if he ultimately ended up neglected like a pearl covered in dust, struggling to survive in this world, in the end, how would he be any different from this ant?

He sighed, "Under the Immortal Path, all are ants."

"Old man, when are you getting married?"

"Tomorrow morning."

Talking about marriage, Jiang Ziya immediately regained his spirits, patting the table and laughing, "After drinking the wine tomorrow, in the afternoon I’ll consummate my marriage, and by then, I, Jiang Ziya, will also be someone with a family!"

With those words, Nezha felt a pang in his heart.

The Jiang Ziya before him was so much like his former self, wandering through life aimlessly, without parents, spouse, children, or any friends or family.

Nezha sighed, "Then let me wish you an early marriage, uncle."

"You old rascal, finally you say something decent today! Where have you been all day, running off gallivanting?"

Nezha left out the Wu City Prince’s residence and many details, only mentioning Ding Ce and Spring Breeze Building.

Jiang Ziya listened, dumbfounded, first inspecting Nezha carefully from head to toe, then suddenly jumped up, slammed the table, turning his palm red with pain and nearly cracking his bones.

He grimaced from the pain yet still gnashed his teeth with resentment.

"Good for you, Nezha, gallivanting off on your own, visiting brothels without taking me! Truly a disgrace to our sect!"

"Who ever heard of sect rules where you take an elder to visit brothels?"

Seeing Nezha roll his eyes, Jiang Ziya began to throw a fit, insisting that Nezha accompany him to visit the brothels in Zhaoge that night, not caring that he was to marry the next day.

Nezha ignored him, noticing the sky growing darker, he simply adjusted his breathing in the courtyard, quickly entering a meditative state. Using the Infinite Longevity Scripture, he harnessed starlight to nourish his spirit, employing the Breathing Technique to gather Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and store it within him.

The moon finally rose into the cold, clear sky, a bright, translucent brilliance.

Jiang Ziya went out and returned, pouring a pot of hot water over the entire nest of ants, killing them. Seeing Nezha cultivate, he watched for a long time, then sighed.

In the past forty years, back when Yuanshi Tianzun was lecturing at Yuxu Palace, he often listened with the other disciples.

He felt he was nearing profound understanding, yet for some reason, the Golden Core Technique remained elusive, becoming a near obsession by today.

The book has a poem that goes:

At this moment Ziya falls to the mortal realm, grumbling with a white head like a recluse. Several times striving to succeed, yet having triumphed, now rebutted by worldly affairs.

Not entering the Flying Bear’s dream at Panxi, how can one know a unicorn of good omen at Weishui? During times of worldly turmoil, establishing an empire, living to eight hundred, celebrating long springs.

The next morning.

The dawn light peeled away the light veil of night.

With a brother and friend like Song Yiren, there was no need for Ziya to worry about getting married; just showing up was enough.

Although by Yuanshi Tianzun’s personally taught Daoist Skill calculations today, the hour wasn’t favorable, the old blind man at the village head said today was suited for weddings and funerals, so let’s listen to the old blind man.

Song Yiren, an enthusiast for a lively atmosphere, despite his age, personally organized everything front and back, not only funding the betrothal gifts for Ziya but also arranging the banquet, inviting neighbors and relatives from all around to celebrate the wedding.

That day, Ma lady was brought into the gate, candles flickered in the bridal chamber, and she became a wife to Ziya.

It truly was a fated meeting, not by chance.

In the middle of the night, listening to the sounds from next door, Nezha sighed helplessly, wondering regardless of their feelings, how would they live their lives in the future?

Could it be that my uncle Ziya truly wishes to have a child with this sixty-eight-year-old maiden?

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