Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 122: In the Blink of an Eye, a Boy Becomes Capable of Running a Household

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: In the Blink of an Eye, a Boy Becomes Capable of Running a Household

Having an elder sister like Cui Yu in the world is undoubtedly a blessing of immense happiness.

However, life at home isn’t entirely smooth. Cui Yu’s aunt had just encountered a mishap; although she was glad to see Nezha, the tear stains beneath her smiling eyes were not so easily erased.

The trade caravan heading north heard about an encounter with a pack of wolves, resulting in losses of both goods and lives.

The old shopkeeper responsible for this trade route, surnamed Zhang, had five sons, and his most beloved youngest son died on this journey.

Upon receiving the news, the old shopkeeper cried in front of the adults at home, saying he felt guilty to the main family. He then began cursing the rebellious vassals, blaming them for making the land desolate, allowing these beasts to roam freely.

But who to blame really?

Blame King Zhou?

Blame Daji?

He’s never even seen them with his own eyes.

After sending off the old manager, Lady Yin, in order to establish Nezha’s authority at home, instructed Nezha to take gifts of silver to offer condolences from house to house.

Although logically speaking, cultivators seeking immortality should sever their seven emotions and six desires, and should not be distracted by mundane affairs.

Yet, the current Nezha clearly had not reached that level of enlightenment; the bustling world is most captivating.

If he were to kill Li Jing in the future, once Li Jing died, would the entire burden at home fall solely upon his mother?

She was already exhausted enough; there always needed to be someone taking charge at home.

Others cultivate for longevity, but Nezha didn’t plan so far ahead. As mentioned before, his cultivation was like a demon’s, only for pursuing what he desired.

Thus, with the company of the old manager at home, along with his sisters Cui Yu and Hong Fei, Nezha led Lv Zhu’er from one business household to another.

Witnessing the various facets of life, Nezha smiled on the surface but silently sighed in his heart.

He discovered a problem.

With the productivity of the Fengshen World, whether trading far and wide or tilling the fields, though exhausting, as long as the powers above didn’t act out, the common folks could always have enough to eat.

Nezha even thought that these influential families ruling over the masses didn’t actually constitute a large population. Compared to the millions of people, they were just a drop in the ocean. Even if they indulged excessively, the people could bleed a little to support them.

The real parasites were others.

At this thought, an inexplicable anger arose in Nezha’s heart.

This emotion was mystifying, yet his soul was originally that of Li Zha from another world.

The ever upright Li Zha, always met with cold stares, remained a cold observer of people, so upright that it was almost annoying.

Being overly rigid leads to breaking — a truth he began to understand a bit, now being reborn as a child.

Besides family, the sisters working at home, the merchants doing business, and the neighbors all treated him very well.

So, even knowing Taiyi Zhenren seemed to have some conspiracy, Nezha hadn’t planned to confront him head-on.

Firstly, he didn’t have the power; secondly, if anyone sought revenge, with those immortals’ tactics, they could make him regret it instantly.

Unless he could send these people to the Quasi-Saint Small World.

Deep in thought, Nezha decided it was best to be prepared in advance.

After visiting all places, he went to visit Mr. Fan, bringing along thirty pounds of tea cakes, accompanying him to fish by the seaside on the rocks. Yet, due to the strong wind and waves, they returned empty-handed.

"What does ’empty-handed’ mean?"

"In the dialect of Chentang Pass, it means not catching any fish."

Hearing Nezha’s words, Mr. Fan suddenly realized and explained earnestly, "The old man usually doesn’t return empty-handed when alone; today, with your arrival, I caught nothing, so it must be your fault."

The subtleties of life require the disciple to shoulder labor when needed.

Mr. Fan was very old. He was Nezha’s mentor, and since he said it was Nezha’s issue, perhaps it was.

Nezha thought that next time when fishing with his teacher, he would secretly dive into the water to catch two big fish and hang them on Mr. Fan’s hook.

Many hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and naturally, there was joy upon meeting. Upon returning home, Nezha hadn’t expected to suddenly have so much to do when he used to just sit back and enjoy meals at home.

It took him half a day to understand that after forming the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, not only had his body matured, but those around him also began to see him as an adult.

On a day with perfect sunshine and humid air, Nezha borrowed the Water Style to fly into the sky, heading to Skull Cave at White Bone Mountain to pay homage to Lady Shi Ji and visit his long-unseen friend, Bi Yun Boy.

"If I meet Cai Yun this time and he dares to point out my faults again, I’ll strip him and hang him on a tree for three days and nights."

With this thought, Nezha ascended the stone terrace on White Bone Mountain.

On the mountain, the Spiritual Beast Deer God lay asleep on the stone terrace, while Bi Yun brushed its fur with a wooden brush. Seeing tunnel light descending from the sky, Bi Yun sensed the aura and beamed with joy.

"Nezha, you’re back... huh? Why have you grown so tall?" Bi Yun widened his eyes, then immediately sensed the vigorous life force emanating from Nezha. "You’ve already formed a Golden Core!"

Nezha nodded and gave Bi Yun some delicacies and interesting items purchased from Zhaoge, which Bi Yun accepted without reservation.

While rummaging through the gifts, he said, "Oh, how enviable! Since I started cultivating, it’s been seven years. I haven’t even grasped the Golden Core Technique, let alone formed a Core. You’ve been cultivating for less than a year, and you’re already at the Golden Core. I’ve never heard of such a cultivation speed."

As he was speaking, the extremely tall divine deer sneezed beside them, startling the two.

After being in a daze, they looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Nezha said, "Perhaps you should travel more. I’ve heard a saying, ’Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.’"

"No way." Bi Yun shook his head. "Lady Shi Ji is in secluded meditation again. If there’s no disturbance, she might only emerge decades later. During this time, I have to stay here and watch over the place."

"Decades?"

Nezha was astonished, thinking the Sealing God Battle might be over by then.

Cultivation is just like taking exams: when encountering something incomprehensible with no one to ask, you simply have to seclude yourself to figure it out.

But having to ponder a question for decades before understanding can understandably be disheartening.

He said, "Aren’t you worried about dying of boredom staying here?"

"I don’t know, I’m only thirteen this year. The last time Lady Shi Ji went into seclusion, I hadn’t even been born."

"It’s scary just thinking about it."

"Why are you scared?"

Nezha replied, "If you don’t break through to the Golden Core Realm during this time and Lady Shi Ji stays longer than usual, by the next time she emerges, you might be an old man with white hair."

Bi Yun’s expression didn’t change; he just picked up the wooden brush to groom the deer again. After a while, he said, "Nezha, what are your thoughts on life and death?"

"I think young people should first live well and leave matters of death to the old folks to ponder."

"Then what defines a young person?"

"As long as you’re not dead, you’re young."

"Your words lack reason."

With logic or without, the two continued chatting wildly from morning to night. Not having seen Lady Shi Ji, Nezha felt a bit disappointed.

Ever since entering the Golden Core Realm, though he cultivated daily, it was limited to honing his intuition, accumulating Primordial Qi, and using the Golden Core Power to continuously temper his physical body.

His physical form was now absurdly strong.

Even the Seven-star Treasure Sword, which cut through iron like mud, barely managed to slice through his flesh at this point.

Returning home, Lv Zhu’er inquired, "Young Master, are you leaving again?"

Nezha ruffled his hair and replied, "As a cultivator, I can travel anywhere, flying through the heavens and delving into the earth. Going far to Zhaoge is no different to me than walking a day’s journey with the household to collect seashells by the shore. I can return whenever I wish."

"Then in that case, could you take me with you this time?"

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