Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 130 Clay Sculpture Statue

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Clay Sculpture Statue

Even if it’s just a bit of Samadhi Fire, Jiang Ziya would have a way to deal with it. But this fire rose suddenly, and the wind came strangely, shooting up several dozen feet; the fire dragon soared into the sky, and he had no way to stop it.

Jiang Ziya was dumbfounded, thinking that he had clearly used thunder to extinguish the fire just now, severing the root of the fire, so how could it ignite again?

This was very suspicious.

Jiang Ziya had been burning fire to refine elixirs in the Yuxu Palace for many years and considered himself an expert at playing with fire, which is why he had so many questions about this incident.

The fire burned fiercely, consuming several houses in an instant. Fortunately, Nezha was quick-eyed and swift-handed, flying into the air and using the Chaos Sky Silk to wrap up the people, preventing any casualties.

He summoned waves with the Dividing Water Divine Shuttle, but as the water poured down, the flames receded one foot, only to leap ten feet high immediately.

"How could Samadhi Fire ignite out of nowhere?"

Nezha felt a pang of unease, thinking this fire’s eerie nature might be due to interfering with the fate hidden in the darkness.

Yet, back in Chentang Pass, he had not killed Ao Bing and did not have to slice flesh from his bones, so why was nothing wrong then?

He didn’t have time to think more; he just focused on rescuing people.

He tossed the Chaos Sky Silk into the sky, disturbing the wind to prevent the fire from spreading, and used the Qiankun Ring to demolish nearby houses to create a firebreak.

The people escaped the fire circle, watching from a distance as the blaze engulfed those wooden buildings, soaring into the sky.

They did not understand the power of the Samadhi Fire, anxiously trying to extinguish it by bringing tubs of water that not only failed to douse the fire but almost injured themselves.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the fire burned dozens of houses to white ash.

Jiang Ziya collapsed to the ground, staring at the fire, thinking this is a disaster, despite having earned a lot of silver over this period, it was not enough to compensate so many families.

Nezha protected Lv Zhu’er behind him, while Da Hei barked at the fire by his feet.

Bi Gan’s face was dark.

A few days ago, the estate of the King of Wu City was robbed, thieves set fires in the city, causing countless deaths and injuries, and now there was a fire right under his nose. Coupled with the wars erupting all over the world, it always gave him a bad premonition.

In the Imperial Palace, King Zhou was feasting with Daji in the Star Pick Building, when suddenly they saw the southern part of the city glowing red, and he asked, "What happened in the south of the city?"

Someone went to investigate, and shortly after, Bi Gan was summoned to the palace.

Bi Gan ascended to the Star Pick Building, seeing the mighty man on the couch ahead and the delicate figure leaning against him, he bowed and said, "Your humble servant Bi Gan greets Your Majesty and the Empress."

"I sent someone to investigate the large fire in the south of the city, why have you come, Uncle? The weather is cold and the wind strong, quickly reward him with a hand warmer and a brocade robe to ward off the chill."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

Bi Gan donned the brocade robe and took the hand warmer, speaking slowly, "Reporting to Your Majesty..."

After Bi Gan recounted the events in the south of the city one by one, he presented the Jade Pipa Spirit burned from the fire to the hall.

King Zhou extended a sturdy arm from his brocade robe to take the pipa, gently stroking it in his hand, paying no mind to the fire that burned the people’s houses, and instead turned to the beauty beside him with a smile, "Indeed, there are such extraordinary people in the realm, subduing demons and monsters, a blessing for our kingdom."

Hearing this, Daji’s heart was as if cut by a knife, thinking bitterly, "My dear sister, you came to see me and then left again, a fate meaningless! Now that you encounter evil, forcing your true form out, how can my mortal body remain safe? If I don’t kill Jiang Shang, I swear not to live with this man!"

But now she could only muster a reluctant smile, saying, "Your Majesty, give the Jade Pipa to me. Once I string it, I shall play it morning and night for Your Majesty’s pleasure. This Jiang Shang is skilled and talented, why not bestow him an official position, keep him in Zhaoge, and have him at your command whenever needed."

"Your words are wise."

The Emperor decreed, "Jiang Shang hear my appointment; I bestow upon you the position of lower-ranking Doctor, assigning you to the Heavenly Observation Bureau, to serve at court."

It turns out the Jade Pipa Spirit, although burned back to its true form by the Samadhi Fire, still had a trace of its Primordial Spirit remaining. Daji planned to place it in the Star Pick Building to absorb the essence of the sun and moon every day, intending for it to regain its original form after five years and aid her in bringing an end to Chengtang’s kingdom.

Meanwhile, Bi Gan took people to deliver the decree, bestowing an official position on Jiang Ziya.

Granted this official title, Jiang Ziya scolded Nezha harshly, pointing at Nezha, saying he almost ruined everything, absurdly claiming that the Jade Pipa Spirit had past connections with the Empress, and thanking the Empress’ graciousness, he achieved what he has today.

Seeing this old man lose his composure with joy, Nezha couldn’t be bothered with him, taking Lv Zhu’er and Da Hei and summoning the chestnut horse from the small world, helping the people in the southern part of the city clear the rubble and rebuild their homes.

As the saying goes, wealth not celebrated at home is like walking in brocade at night.

Jiang Ziya, having received an official position, immediately returned to Song Family Village to show off. As expected, Song Yiren and Ma were overjoyed when they saw him, hosting a banquet for guests from all around, and the party drank for three days and nights.

Time flies, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

With Nezha’s divine power helping, the people’s burnt houses were rebuilt, and the South Gate of Zhaoge, which had just experienced the great fire, was also renewed. Not only that, it was heard that the demons in Xuanyuan Tomb were slaughtered, and the displaced residents from the Li Family Village gradually moved back to their old homes.

Every year during the God Festival, people took strange and bizarre statues of gods from their homes into the sunshine, wiping off dust, bathing in the divine fire of the sun, burning incense and praying for favorable weather in the coming year.

Unlike previous years, from Chentang Pass to Zhaoge, some families began to worship clay statues of Nezha.

They beat gongs and drums and selected young lads to dress as ghosts and gods, jumping around on the streets, praying for blessings.

Nezha did not know about this; once the houses were rebuilt, Jiang Ziya moved back in, compensating neighbors with some silver coins, and the tall account manager from the tavern across the street came to chat with him as usual.

Everything seemed the same as before, only now with an official title, receiving court salary, and no longer needing to run the Life Hall.

One day, Ziya went to work at the Heavenly Observation Bureau, leaving Nezha at home to practice, and Lv Zhu’er cleaning at the front.

Coincidentally, after months of hard cultivation, Lv Zhu’er still couldn’t achieve thorough inspiration through her body. Yet, after helping to build houses for a few days and letting go of cultivation, when she returned to it, the inspiration realm naturally achieved itself.

Lv Zhu’er wasn’t anxious; she had nothing urgent, and cultivation for her was like eating and working, just a part of life, indifferent to speed.

A five or six-year-old girl, not yet grown, her biggest concern every day was whether she could have the osmanthus pudding from Fuyuan Ji or buy the spicy buns that the young master loved...

To have her worry about immortality at this moment would be unrealistic.

Food should be eaten one bite at a time, and cultivation should proceed step by step.

While she was wiping the table at home, she saw a young man in black sitting in the hall and said earnestly, "Grandpa Jiang has gone to work, and even if he returns, he no longer tells fortunes."

That young man was none other than the Spirit Pearl, who had successfully achieved Core Formation.

During this period, he secluded himself for harsh cultivation and finally mastered the innate dao mark on his spine, evolving it into the Life and Death Technique.

Originally, when Ling He Perfected was around, he could stop him a bit, but Taiyi Zhenren at Golden Light Cave issued an urgent summons eighteen times, unknown for what pressing matter.

On leaving, Ling He Perfected repeatedly reminded him to consider the bigger picture, not to rush, as the two-year period was only halfway through, and when the time was right, Taiyi Zhenren would personally eliminate the current Nezha for him to take his place.

Ling Zhuzi promised very well, and once Ling He Perfected was gone, he immediately went to Zhaoge.

A brief inquiry led him to Nezha’s whereabouts, and he subsequently learned that his unworthy martial uncle was also acquainted with Nezha and had come to Zhaoge.

"Isn’t this the Life Hall?"

Lv Zhu’er glanced at the youth, who was not much older than herself, thinking that though this brother was handsome, his gaze was too fierce and he carried an aura of evil, making people unwilling to get close.

Furthermore, by now, she had entered the inspiration realm, so with inspiration circulating in her eyes, she could naturally see that the other person was also a cultivator.

"Grandpa Jiang went into government service; the Life Hall is no longer in business. Who are you, and what do you want with Grandpa Jiang?"

Ling Zhuzi smiled and said, "I am a disciple under Taiyi Zhenren of Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, and the Grandpa Jiang you speak of is my martial uncle. I am not here to find him, but to find my junior brother Nezha."

"You’re here for the young master?"

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