Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 126 Talk Reasonably

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 Talk Reasonably

The moment the woman died, she instantly reverted to her original form, a small red-haired fox.

Nezha carried the little fox and walked further inside, the surroundings were vaguely moving, not quiet at all.

He took a deep breath, only to find a stench filled his nostrils, causing his eyebrows to furrow even more tightly.

Nezha disliked slaughter, whether the ones dying by his hand were humans, demons, or Yaksha, it all made him feel nauseous. However, he understood that these methods were necessary, thus he constantly reminded himself to be more ruthless, not to have a trace of a compassionate Holy Mother’s heart.

But he also understood something else, needing to constantly remind himself meant that he wasn’t ruthless enough.

Thinking of the word ’compassion’, the bald head of Wu Xiang flashed in his mind.

"If Wu Xiang Monk were here, according to his nature of not wanting to kill, he would probably urge these demons to put down the butcher’s knife and become Buddha immediately. But when it comes down to it, if the demon says ’sleep with me for a night, then I’ll reform,’ would the monk sleep with her or not?"

Nezha helplessly shook his head, seeing the intense demon Qi ahead, and three millennium-old foxes transformed into humans, blocking the path.

He said, "Good beasts, I just thought of a friend and felt a trace of compassion. Lead the way and I’ll spare your lives."

The lead male fox ground his teeth and said, "You villain, you’ve killed my descendants and still hold their bones in your hand, yet you dare make such outrageous claims!"

"How so, you can eat humans, why can’t humans kill you?"

Seeing the fox lunge forward to attack, a fierce light flashed in Nezha’s eyes, and the trace of compassion he had just felt was completely gone.

Those millennium-old foxes indeed had their own Daoist skills and spells, but sadly they met Nezha.

His body was already incredibly strong, and after being restructured by the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, he became even tougher, firm as Vajra, moving like wind and thunder.

Nezha punched out, the fox couldn’t react in time, and its head was smashed effortlessly like a watermelon, the headless body staggered forward several steps before collapsing to the ground with blood gushing out like a spring.

The other two foxes, full of hatred, wanted to avenge, but seeing Nezha’s methods, they too were scared out of their wits and dashed away to the sides.

But there was no escape.

With just one step forward, Nezha, relying on his physical strength, punched and killed one, leaving only a smaller one which he picked up by the neck, holding it like a butcher carries a chicken, and continued walking inward.

The fox trembled in fear, having never left the Xuanyuan Tomb for hundreds of years, it was born and raised eating humans with its tribe, initially cautious and knowing to seek humans from afar.

But ever since an ancestor entered the palace and became an Empress, they became reckless, even starting to openly eat humans at their doorstep.

It always thought humans were naturally their food, never having seen someone as terrifying as this.

Now in the hands of this murderous god, it endlessly bowed with its claws, howling and begging for mercy, but Nezha completely ignored it.

All he thought was, "Make your cries for mercy louder, to better lure out your entire tribe."

In a short while, they reached the inside of the Xuanyuan Tomb, where various kinds of demons gathered. Hearing the cries of the little fox outside, dozens to hundreds of foxes jumped out from the demon cave in a line, and various heads peeked out from the densely packed holes on the dirt mound.

They just saw a youth coming here, holding a fox.

The crowd of demons was numerous and fearless, instead they mocked the little demon for failing to eat a human and instead getting caught.

Seeing the uproar here, and the demons boiling with excitement, Nezha didn’t speak, waiting to see if any competent leaders among this ragtag group would stand out to control the crowd, otherwise speaking was just a waste of breath.

Sure enough, soon a seductive demoness gracefully made her way through the crowd.

This female demon was different, dressed like a Taoist in a bright red Eight Diagrams robe, with silk ribbons and hemp shoes. The place was filled with rolling demon Qi, the sky gloomy, and two rows of little demons holding candles came out, their light shining brightly.

It’s often said that viewing a beauty under the lamp and moonlight is ten times better than during daylight.

This woman had skin like fine snow and a face like morning glow, voluptuous like Hai Tang, with cherry lips and an apricot face with peach cheeks, possessing not only gorgeous beauty but also a hint of ascetic detachment, and beneath that, a hint of seductive charm.

Such an entrance, silence immediately fell among the multitude of demons as she stepped out.

Nezha gazed at her, also with a heart full of alarm, not solely due to the heavy Demon Qi she carried, but also because of her beauty.

Truly, she had bones as luminous as jade and skin like ice, with a charm like flowers and the elegance of the moon, astounding as a celestial being.

Even though he knew she was a demon, Nezha had to admit, when this female demon appeared, she surpassed all women he had ever seen before.

Just one glance at her face made it hard for anyone to harbor thoughts of hostility.

Yet in this world, those ready to ruthlessly destroy beauty far outnumbered those who valued it more deeply.

Nezha spoke up, asking: "What kind of demon are you?"

The beauty smiled, her demeanor not at all foxy, but instead she stepped forward two paces, not answering but only said: "What a handsome young fellow. My sister went to the palace to indulge in pleasures and forgot about home, she would definitely not forgive you if she knew you killed her descendants."

"Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit?"

Nezha’s brows raised, his hand tightening involuntarily in pain, causing the little fox to squeal in distress.

Hu Ximei, named outright by Nezha, felt quite uncomfortable, looking at Nezha before her. Seeing that he wasn’t an Independent Immortal, yet his aura was stronger than the typical Independent Immortal, it was strange and made it hard for her to make up her mind.

She said: "Little Daoist, which famous mountain or cave mansion are you from, and why have you come to the Xuanyuan Tomb?"

Nezha snorted coldly, not answering, but asked instead: "Hu Ximei, being under the great deity Nuwa, instead of keeping to your role, why go about devouring humans?"

Hu Ximei wasn’t afraid of Nezha. When confronted with arguments, she’d retort by saying: "Chengtang’s fate dims, he shall lose the kingdom. With the Phoenix calling from Qishan, a Holy Master has risen in the west. Heaven’s will has been decided, the cosmic fate has caused this. We, under the command of the great goddess Nuwa, merely confound King Zhou’s rule; that’s all. You, a little lad, think about using the goddess Nuwa to suppress me?"

"Talking nonsense and twisting facts. When goddess Nuwa gave the order, did she not say, ’Do not harm the living beings’?"

Hu Ximei was merely making excuses; she was born to devour humans, regardless of any command.

Yet, suddenly hearing Nezha’s words, she remembered that the Holy Mother indeed said those words. Nevertheless, it’s strange thinking about it: if we’re to confound the world, how can we not harm living beings?

Could it be the Holy Mother will judge us for this reason later?

But at present, Hu Ximei wasn’t considering this. She wondered about Nezha’s origins, possibly Nuwa got tired of their doings, so she sent someone to admonish her?

"Little Daoist, belonging to the same Daoist sect, why must we make things difficult for each other? If you have a decree from goddess Nuwa in your hand, ordering us to refrain from eating people, we’ll stop from now on."

"If I don’t have it?"

Hu Ximei once again smiled: "If you are unrelated to the great goddess Nuwa and yet you came here, be aware that the path of cultivation is long and layered with dangers, and the Xuanyuan Tomb is not a place anyone can enter or exit at will."

Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit was openly threatening him; she now saw that although Nezha’s aura was strong, it was at most only at the Golden Core Realm.

As for their Demon Race, they are naturally stronger in physiques, and cultivate differently from humans, gathering the essence of Sun and Moon, nurturing the Primordial Spirit. There are no barriers to the immortal paths they take, except they are poor in Daoist Skills.

Though the demons inside Xuanyuan Tomb were not high in their cultivation, a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm venturing here without a Heavenly Treasure for protection is akin to a lamb entering a tiger’s den.

The wind inside the tomb was even stranger, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, ramming and roaring from corner to corner; it was like a mischievous child grabbing sand, leaves, and scraps of paper from the ground and throwing them around, making the bright noon sky dim.

All at once, heaven and earth fell silent, the demons lined up, grinding teeth and sucking blood, madness dancing in their green pupils.

"I have never been one to repay grievances with kindness."

Nezha, after a long silence, raised his head to look directly into the eyes of the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, and said very calmly: "I don’t possess a decree from the great goddess Nuwa, nor am I here to speak nonsense, telling you all to stop eating people in the future. I’ve come today, merely to speak reason."

Hu Ximei frowned: "What reason?"

"A very simple one: debts must be repaid, and life taken must be compensated with life."

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