Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 124: This life is not bound by fate, all calculations and reasoning can’t make it clear

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: This life is not bound by fate, all calculations and reasoning can’t make it clear

Jiang Ziya didn’t mind at all and asked Nezha what he wanted to divine.

Nezha originally asked casually, saying he wanted to know what he would be doing seven years later and where.

Jiang Ziya repeated the earlier process, asking Nezha to draw a stick from the divination pot.

For his first fortune-telling, Nezha was inevitably a bit nervous, especially knowing that although the old man before him seemed utterly unreliable, he had genuine skills in the realm of fate.

Just as Nezha was picking a stick, Jiang Ziya took a couple gulps of cold tea from a teapot and boasted, "We are both people of the Taoist sect, so your senior uncle won’t bother with modest nonsense here with you."

"Before opening this fortune-telling hall, I had already cast a divination: once the hall was opened, benefactors would come to assist, making a meteoric rise no difficulty."

He pointed outside with his hand, saying, "Even the couplets I had you paste on the door a few days ago have meaning. Ordinary folks might not understand, but any fellow cultivators will recognize my skills."

"’The Universe in the Sleeve is vast,’ knowing the past and future, all-encompassing. ’Timeless in the Pot,’ grants the art of immortality."

When Nezha took out a stick, Jiang Ziya just glanced at it. But the more he looked, the more his brows furrowed until his entire face froze, unable to move.

"Senior Uncle?"

Nezha saw he had been silent for a while and only called out after a while, but calling out made it worse as two lines of black blood flowed from Jiang Ziya’s eyes.

"Holy crap, Senior Uncle, are you all right?"

Jiang Ziya didn’t respond, just gritted his teeth, refusing to spit out a word, as more blood flowed from his eyes, starting black then turning red.

Nezha had no idea what was happening, so he snatched the fortune stick from Jiang Ziya’s hand and slapped his face twice, waking Jiang Ziya up.

As soon as he woke up, he pushed Nezha aside and stumbled into the inner room like someone who had lost his soul, coincidentally bumping into Lv Zhu’er carrying a quilt out to dry, startling the young girl.

"Grandpa Jiang, is he possessed by a ghost?"

"What ghost possession? Little Piggy, go quickly to the pharmacy at the end of the street and get an old doctor, just say someone here has taken ill suddenly."

After instructing, Nezha rushed into the inner room, restrained Jiang Ziya, pinning him on the bed, and only after a dozen breaths did the old man calm down, his eyes closed, and he started snoring.

Nezha then got a wet towel with hot water and wiped his face. When the doctor came, he couldn’t diagnose anything specific, so he prescribed some calming and Qi-replenishing medicine, advising to drink it when he awoke.

Jiang Ziya slept like that for two days and a night.

When he woke up, he didn’t talk; he just ate, first a bowl of millet porridge, then gnawing on a roast chicken, two flatbreads bigger than his face, only then did he seem alive again.

Lv Zhu’er, seeing this, sensibly went to brew medicine on the side.

Nezha asked, "Old man, you back to life? Did you figure anything out?"

"Figure anything out? You damn brat, just seeing you nearly blinded me, and you still want me to divine things? Get lost, you damned rascal."

"Isn’t it because your Daoist skills aren’t refined enough? I didn’t do anything, so how could just looking at me almost blind you?"

Jiang Ziya gulped down three large bowls of cold well water, saying, "You kid, your fate is truly strange, like a bottomless pit. The deeper I looked, the more trapped I became. If you hadn’t slapped me that day, my brain might’ve burst. Don’t ask me to divine for you next time."

"How could it be like this?" Nezha was puzzled, wondering if it was because he was a transmigrator, thus not within the world’s fate?

Jiang Ziya couldn’t explain it clearly, so he taught Nezha the art of divination.

Once Nezha understood some principles, he immediately got what Jiang Ziya meant. This stuff is like doing math problems.

You get a formula and think you understand, oh, that’s how it is, but when it comes to actual operation, it’s like being handed an olympian math problem that spans several pages. What seemed one thing now becomes another entirely.

At this moment, there were sounds of carriages and horses from outside, and the two of them curiously squatted by the threshold to join the bustle, only to realize that the commotion was directed at them.

It was actually Landlord Wang, whom Nezha had brought for divination a few days ago.

He was now leading a big group, carrying large and small parcels, approaching with great fanfare, beating drums and gongs aggressively.

"Old man, your good fortune has arrived."

Jiang Ziya eyed the large box wrapped in red cloth in the procession, thinking the green-haired turtle Nezha caught was not just rich, feeling elated from the heart, he patted Nezha’s shoulder, saying, "You should catch more clients like this for me, so one such opening could feed us for three years."

They knew the reason, but people on the street didn’t, curiously peeking over here.

People love to join in on lively events, seeing a crowd gathering at the lackluster fortune hall, with the lead landlord Wang bowing respectfully to the shabby old man by the threshold, more people gathered around.

Landlord Wang respectfully said, "Sir, you’re truly a divine fortune-teller. I found a doctor to check at home, and my concubine is indeed pregnant. Today I specially came to thank you. If it’s a boy, there will be another great reward."

"Can a poor Taoist deceive you? If I say it’s a boy, it’s definitely a boy."

Nezha jumped in, "No need for thanks, just spread the word about this Life Hall, so the ’Divine Fortune Teller’ won’t go hungry."

"Sir’s divine fortune-telling, how could business not be booming!"

Landlord Wang waved mightily, turning to the street folks to recount his fortune-telling experience, shouting, "This fortune-teller Mr. Jiang is a real seer! Anyone with difficulties should come to him. Only five coins a session, and all wishes are answered!"

After this event, Jiang Ziya’s fame spread like wildfire around Zhaoge South Gate.

The military and civilians of the South Gate came to him for divination, five coins per session, quickly making a fortune.

Finally managing a good business, his wife Ma’s demeanor changed, displaying a smile, and their relationship healed, relieving the worry of their good friend Song Yiren.

In his spare time, Nezha sought instruction from Jiang Ziya.

Although the old man himself was stuck in the God Absorption Realm for many years, as the direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, he was well-versed in cultivation methods beyond the Golden Core.

A person’s primordial spirit resides in the Mud Ball Palace inside the brain. After a cultivator reaches the Golden Core Realm, they can use the Golden Core to transform Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into Essence Qi that nourishes the primordial spirit. The higher the level of the Golden Core, the more pure the Essence Qi converted.

This is why those renowned great cultivators often have decent-level Golden Cores during the Golden Core Stage.

One smooth step leads to ongoing smooth steps.

Therefore, Nezha set aside some time daily to nurture the primordial spirit, using the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill to convert Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi with almost no loss. After each practice, he felt his mind clear and refreshed.

With closed eyes and inner sight, inspiration reaches the Mud Ball Palace, seeing a small golden figure meditating, floating in a piece of chaos, Nezha chanting incantations and meditating, so does the figure.

But the little figure was only a human shape, without facial features, Jiang Ziya said, when he refines this figure to look exactly like him and can travel outside his body with his primordial spirit and return to his physical body, he has truly entered the Loose Immortal Realm.

During this time, Ding Ce and the others also visited, amusingly asking Jiang Ziya for divination, and Jiang Ziya generously wrote three critiques.

For Dong Zhong, it was:

Mighty General meets rare fate, Beidou Seven Stars shift new Chapters. A spiritual child guides to avoid danger, keeps a low profile to preserve life.

For Guo Chen, it was:

Beneath the Great Star, wisdom and courage abound, with nobles beside, ties severed. A blade uncut severs mundane ties, on the path to Divine Enthronement reaching cloud peaks.

For Ding Ce, it was:

Golden lance, iron horse, battlefields, awakened primordial spirit shines stars. Without Heaven’s will to support, oh the overwhelming fate.

The three half-understood, only thanked Jiang Ziya, and drank together.

...

Now Nezha, seeing a demon light heading southeast from the northwest, took to the air following with a tunnel light.

Passing the South Gate, going thirty-five miles out of Zhaoge, the demon light vanished suddenly, no matter how hard he searched.

Nezha then descended the tunnel light to the ground to search...

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