Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 120 Jiang Ziya Recruits the Five Gods

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Jiang Ziya Recruits the Five Gods

Because he was thinking of his rather legendary martial uncle, added with the bustling Zhaoge, and there were many fun things, Nezha, although he had already cultivated a Golden Core, was not in a hurry to return to Chentang Pass.

Anyway, it certainly wasn’t because Yumao’er had a nice voice or that her meat was fragrant and tender that he was reluctant to leave!

That day Ziya returned, and again bumped into Song Yiren. Song Yiren asked, "Good brother, how’s business today?"

Jiang Ziya had earlier enjoyed a meal with Nezha and the others, and after some consolation from this group of friends, he felt a bit more at ease, but upon seeing Song Yiren, he couldn’t help wanting to find a hole to hide in.

But despite that, they were as good friends as one could be; even if he felt guilty, he wouldn’t avoid meeting him.

So Jiang Ziya recounted the events of the day once again and, in the end, said, "Really, I am too ashamed to face you. Today, not only did I not earn a single penny, but I also lost a lot of capital."

Hearing this, Song Yiren also sat on the threshold worrying with him, though he didn’t mind losing this bit of money, but going back like this to face Ma, let alone Jiang Ziya, even he would feel scared.

He sighed and said, "Good brother, don’t worry. The loss is not much as it has only been a day. A gentleman keeps his life and timing in perspective; let’s think of other ways."

Song Yiren’s mind worked fast and he had many ideas, whether useful or not, the ideas just came quickly.

Immediately he exchanged fifty taels of silver, had someone take Ziya to sell cattle, horses, pigs, and sheep, according to his idea: slaughtered livestock would rot if left too long, but live animals wouldn’t rot, would they?

Ziya pondered this and found it reasonable too.

Though he had thought the previous idea was reasonable as well, this did not stop him from immediately setting out to act.

But neither of the brothers had done this for a long time and didn’t know doing business requires not only connections but also knowing the policies from above.

In those days, a severe drought was occurring, Zhaoge hadn’t seen rain for half a year, and the emperor and citizens were praying for rain and had forbidden the slaughter of cattle and sheep; notices were posted at the four gates of the city and throughout the city.

Ziya paid no mind to this and drove a herd of livestock towards the gates of Zhaoge City, where the Armored Soldiers on guard shouted, "Where did this old man come from, such boldness! Dare to break the law, bind him up!"

Jiang Ziya was startled, abandoned the cattle and sheep, and quickly turned to run away.

He narrowly escaped prison, but unfortunately, the cattle, sheep, pigs, and horses were all confiscated by the authorities, leaving him empty-handed even before the business took off.

Jiang Ziya ran home in a panic and met Song Yiren again; seeing him in this state, Song Yiren was also worried and hurriedly asked, "Good brother, what happened this time?"

No matter how self-assured Jiang Ziya was, it was now to the point he felt too ashamed to face people, and with a flushed face, he said, "I’ve had enough, repeatedly burdened by Brother’s kindness, yet every business ends in failure. Today, while selling pigs and sheep, I again failed in tactfulness, not knowing the Emperor was praying for rain and banned slaughter, preventing entry into the city, now all the pigs, sheep, cattle, and horses have been confiscated by the officials, all capital lost, leaving Jiang Shang truly too ashamed to see you today."

Song Yiren sighed along with him; for a long while, both remained silent, then looked up at each other and smiled.

Song Yiren said, "If business can’t be done, just don’t do it for now. It’s only a few taels of silver; there’s nothing to worry about. Why don’t we go to the back kitchen to find a jug of wine and go to the back garden to drink away our sorrows?"

"Drinking?" Jiang Ziya was just thinking about it, "Speaking of drinking, although I haven’t succeeded in business lately, I’ve met a few good drinking buddies, allow me to introduce them to you."

Here Jiang Ziya called for Nezha, Ding Ce, and the others, and reintroduced Nezha to Song Yiren.

The last time Song Yiren met Nezha, he was just a seven-year-old child. After a few months apart, Nezha was now a youth of fifteen or sixteen. He circled around Nezha for a few rounds, exclaiming in wonder.

A few big men with good wine and food didn’t need to drink much before they started boasting, and in dialogue, they felt more the regret for the time lost on their initial meeting.

Walking around Song Yiren’s back garden, they found it to indeed be a good place.

The walls were high and peaceful. On the left were two rows of golden-thread willows, on the right a few yew trees. Facing the Peony Pavilion was the Playflower Tower, connected to the Peony Garden with swings. In the Lotus Pond, brocaded fish swam to and fro; under the wooden fragrance, butterflies fluttered and played.

They found a place to drink, and Nezha used his spiritual insight to see, noticing a few streams of Demon Qi crisscrossing the area, knowing this must be where Ziya’s fortune would change.

He felt happy for this martial uncle and looked back at him, seeing Jiang Ziya say to Song Yiren, "Brother, it’s such a big plot of land left empty, why not build five rooms here."

With these words, everyone looked at him, curious to hear his reasoning.

Ziya slowly said, "If there were to be a pavilion here, according to Feng Shui, there’d be thirty-six Jade belts, and the golden belt would hold a liter’s worth of sesame, meaning a decent fortune."

"Brother Ziya also understands Feng Shui?" Ding Ce on the side eagerly asked.

"Of course, you don’t need to look at whose disciple I am."

Just then Song Yiren sighed and said, "Not to hide from everyone, have you seen those bricks and tiles piled in the corner of the wall? I’ve tried to build on this spot seven or eight times, but every time, just as it was completed, it caught fire, so I lost heart to build it again."

Jiang Ziya calculated with his fingers and confidently smiled, "This is no problem. I’ll choose a good day, Brother, you just start construction. Come the day of the beam-raising, I’ll be here to suppress any evil, and there naturally won’t be an issue."

Call it friendship indeed, Jiang Ziya dared to say it, and Song Yiren dared to believe it, and genuinely began construction as Jiang Ziya advised.

On the day of the beam-raising, not only Jiang Ziya but Nezha also came. It wasn’t that he doubted what Jiang Ziya said, he just wanted to witness the Daoist Skills passed on by Yuanshi Tianzun, and see what those legendary Five Gods looked like.

Come midnight, Jiang Ziya set up an incense table, waiting in the Peony Pavilion. Before long, indeed, a great fire broke out on the house beam.

Nezha squinted and saw, within the flames, five Innate Spirits causing trouble, their Realm not high, only equivalent to Cultivators in the God Absorption Realm.

If he were to act, with speed like lightning, he could pin them all to the ground with one hand, unable to get up.

But Nezha knew this was not a time for him to show off, turning back to look at his unfortunate martial uncle.

Seeing Jiang Ziya now with disheveled hair wielding a sword, he pointed with his hand, waved the sword, and shouted, "Damn miscreants, come die to me!"

As soon as Ziya put his hand down, a loud thunder echoed in the air.

Nezha had been traumatised by Heavenly Tribulation lately, shuddering at the sound of thunder. He saw the Primordial Qi in the air stir and thought Jiang Ziya indeed had some real skill.

It was this thunderous sound that made the five Demons in the fiery blaze reveal their true form, and kneel on the ground, begging for mercy.

Jiang Ziya could be ruthless when needed, coldly saying, "Miscreants who repeatedly set fires, do you have any excuse for your filled sins?"

With those words, he raised his treasure sword and stepped forward. The five little demons were so scared that they were mortified, repeatedly kowtowing in sorrow, pleading, "Immortal, please spare us. We five brothers have been cultivating for many years, acting innocently and offending the Immortal, we humbly ask for mercy, considering how hard cultivation is, and spare our lives."

It was Nezha’s first time seeing Demons, unlike that ugly and fierce Yaksha face of Li Gen, these five little demons, though they had assumed human forms, their figures were blurry, their Demon Qi evident, suggesting their cultivation was still lacking.

He too persuaded, "Martial Uncle, these five little ones have a hard time cultivating, after all, although they repeatedly set fires, they haven’t harmed humans. Why not let them assist with the construction, finish this building, and then take them into the sect for future use?"

The five little demons kowtowed again to thank Nezha.

Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "If you creatures want to live, do not disturb the citizens again. After helping Brother complete the building, you will receive my talismanic orders to head from this Zhaoge to Xiqi, thereafter following my command, and when the day of success comes, you shall naturally achieve true fruits of cultivation."

The five creatures accepted the orders and retreated, and Nezha smiled asking, "Congratulations to Martial Uncle on gaining five new disciples."

Jiang Ziya waved his hand without speaking; coincidentally, at this moment, Ma and Sun were also coming over to see what Jiang Ziya was doing.

They were mortals, unable to see these innate demons, only seeing Jiang Ziya gesturing to empty space, increasingly displeased.

Ma said to Sun, "Listen to this, Jiang Ziya again babbles here with ghostly talk, shows no improvement, how can such a person manage a household?"

The more she spoke, the angrier she got, and Ma walked up, confronting Jiang Ziya in front of Nezha.

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