Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 138: Behind the Golden Gate, Immortal Earth, the stench of flesh and blood in the scorpion basin.

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Behind the Golden Gate, Immortal Earth, the stench of flesh and blood in the scorpion basin.

With a sweep of the Chaos Sky Silk in Nezha’s hand, he dashed out over a hundred feet. The patrolling Armored Soldiers hadn’t even reacted before everything went dark, and they fell unconscious.

The Palace Attendant nearby screamed in shock.

Seeing this, Nezha felt a moment of panic himself. If these Palace Attendants started making noise out of fear, it would be hard to explain things with just his own words.

If Mo Lishou got drawn over here, even he might not be able to escape.

But just at this moment, one of the Palace Attendants stepped forward and quietly told everyone to calm down. She seemed to hold some authority, as the attendants immediately quieted upon hearing her.

This woman covered her chest with one hand and the lower part with the other, her face slightly flushed, yet her expression remained composed.

She looked at Nezha and said, "I am Qiu Chuyao, originally a Female Official in Lady Jiang’s palace. I wonder who you are, young master, and for what reason you’ve come here?"

"Miss Qiu, let’s save the idle chat for later. I’ll first get you all out of here."

Qiu Chuyao said, "Your chivalry, young master, will be remembered. However, we are deep in the Imperial Palace, heavily guarded, and there are many of us, all shackled. How can we leave? You should go quickly. If the guards are alerted and put you in danger, it would truly be our fault."

As soon as she finished speaking, several attendants echoed her concerns.

"Sisters, don’t worry. Since I was able to come here, I naturally have my ways. Do you see the golden gate behind me? Once you enter, you’ll be able to escape to freedom."

Nezha took a few steps forward, cautious not to appear disrespectful, and avoided looking too much.

He grabbed the chain binding Qiu Chuyao and the others, exerting a surging force with his hand, breaking the chain binding seventy-two Palace Attendants, inch by inch.

The Palace Attendants’ faces lit up with joy, and they hurried through the golden gate one after another.

Nezha was the last to enter, quickly closing the door from inside. He then took out over a hundred sets of women’s clothing from the Qiankun Bag.

Despite her previous calmness, Qiu Chuyao’s phoenix eyes were filled with tears as she received the clothing from the abyss of certain death.

After changing into the clothes, the group of attendants bowed in unison to Nezha in gratitude.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving our lives!"

"Heaven is indeed merciful."

Nezha, not adept at handling such situations, brushed it off with a few words, then asked, "Do you ladies have somewhere to go?"

They were merely a group of young girls, the eldest barely over twenty, and the youngest only fourteen.

The young women, hearing Nezha’s question, had no time to admire the miniature world’s magnificent scenery and wonders. They exchanged glances and then turned their innocent, bright eyes back to Nezha.

Qiu Chuyao bowed and replied, "Sir, we grew up in the palace and have long forgotten where home is. Besides, under Heaven, there is no land that isn’t the King’s. Since the Great King has ordered it, no matter where we go, we won’t escape death."

The nighttime air mixed with gentle breezes brushed across the grass and onto their faces.

This small world enjoyed year-round spring, though the lengths of day and night matched the outside world.

Nezha had a sudden idea and said, "If that’s the case, you sisters might as well stay here for now. This place is simple, though, I’ll make proper arrangements for you tomorrow."

"You speak too kindly, young master. Your life-saving grace is beyond repayment, so how could we ask for more? To stay in this Immortal Blessed Land is already a great fortune for us."

After Qiu Chuyao spoke, Nezha broke out in a cold sweat.

He feared the plot might follow the clichéd martial arts romance drama route, where life-saving grace could only be repaid by offering oneself.

Though these sisters looked fair and beautiful, with elegant manners, he couldn’t handle seventy of them at once even with his immortal physique.

"Darn it, one shouldn’t be too much like Ding Ce."

"What are you saying, young master?"

"Nothing."

Nezha shook off the errant thoughts and led this group of young girls toward a thatched hut. The grass was soft but too thick, making it difficult for the girls to walk quickly.

Moreover, outside in the freezing cold day and night with bare skin, several of them fell seriously ill.

No way around it now; they had to support each other and continue moving forward.

Hope was right ahead; the ladies had to push on.

A group of women gathered, whether they were elderly at a village entrance or youthful with svelte waists, always had endless things to talk about.

The group exchanged whispers, filled with emotions. Some even began to cry, then they pointed at the beautiful lake that mirrored the sky and jumped around in threes and fives, chatting amongst themselves about Nezha’s silhouette.

Nezha didn’t want to listen, but the words flowed into his ears relentlessly, becoming quite a noisy racket.

But coming out of misery quickly was ultimately a good thing.

After all, he knew how hard it was to forget pain.

Once at the lakefront, although it wasn’t cold, it was still pitch dark.

He stacked some wood and started a bonfire by the riverbank, then magically produced pots, pans, and a bunch of dry food from the Qiankun Bag...

After working all night, everyone finally got a hot meal. They were so scared but gradually relaxed, exhausted from the long day, they huddled together to sleep peacefully.

Nezha heard the girls’ gentle breathing in his ear as he easily cleared his mind of distractions and began his cultivation for the day.

Post-Golden Core Realm cultivation was just as tedious as before, continuously drawing the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into his body along a fixed meridian, then using the Golden Core Power to transform the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into innate essence to nourish the Primordial Spirit.

...

The following morning.

Nezha found Jiang Ziya, who was washing and dressing, preparing for work. He glanced at Nezha and said, "You brat, you never rise early unless there’s profit involved. What is it this time?"

"Uncle Ziya, you’re indeed astute. It’s nothing serious; just wanted to ask if the five spirits you subdued at the Song family estate a while back are still around."

"Of course, they are. Why, what do you need them for? I tell you, their little skills can at most scare normal people. They’re useless in a fight."

Jiang Ziya glared at him.

Nezha said, "Rest assured, Uncle Ziya, I know my limits."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya didn’t think much of it and drew a talisman seal in Nezha’s palm, allowing Nezha to command the five spirits.

As illustrated in the legend, these five spirits were sent by Jiang Ziya to Xiqi to transport stones and build the Enfeoffment Platform.

Nezha sought them for similar reasons, for manual labor—but to build houses within his miniature world.

Not just any house, but enough to accommodate the seventy-two Palace Attendants.

Nezha felt perhaps someday he’d have to take all the people from Chentang Pass into it, requiring even more homes.

Yet, even with more houses, they wouldn’t take up much space.

The small world was just a few dozen miles in circumference, but with mountains, water, fertile plains, living a few thousand people was no issue.

...

Meanwhile, King Zhou, ireful over the missing Palace Attendants, questioned the patrolling soldiers about the incident.

The soldiers, fearing punishment, fabricated a story: that a strange wind whisked them away overnight, leaving none to be found.

Normally, King Zhou wouldn’t believe such tales.

But previously, when King Zhou ordered the execution of two Princes, a strange wind blew through the palace, snatching the Princes away publicly, their fate unknown.

Thus, he let it go.

King Zhou drank with Daji, and seeing him troubled, Daji softly asked, "What makes the Great King unhappy?"

"My love, you spoke of the intoxicating allure of the creation days ago, but now that it’s ready, there’s no one to throw in. Truly a pity."

As King Zhou downed two cups, Daji laughed, "Is that difficult? If the Great King wishes to see, there are many guilty Palace Attendants in the Cold Palace. Simply throw any one of them in."

"Indeed, such wisdom, my dear consort, why didn’t I think of that."

King Zhou clapped his hands and promptly ordered ten young and beautiful attendants from the Cold Palace to be stripped and thrown into the creation.

Those Palace Attendants had committed only minor offenses, expecting to be freed after a few days confined, never anticipating such dire consequences.

As they were pushed into the creation, they cursed, "The heavens are blind! We didn’t commit any evil yet suffer such a fate. Daji, you vile woman, if we can’t eat your flesh now, we shall devour your soul after death!"

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