Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 158: Affairs After Death

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Affairs After Death

It is said that Nezha’s martial uncle, Jiang Ziya, encountered many incidents after leaving Zhaoge.

While passing through the Chengtang passes, he used the Earth Style technique to save many fleeing people. After reaching Xiqi, he lived in seclusion at Panxi, fishing by the Weishui River daily to make a living.

Nezha went straight to him, lifted the fishing line, and said, "Martial Uncle, your fishhook is straight. Can you actually catch fish with it?"

Seeing Nezha addressing him as Martial Uncle, and this old man doing the seemingly foolish act of fishing with a straight hook, Lv Ping’s eyes shone brightly. She realized that she might have met a true Immortal.

Though this Immortal’s words and actions were quite different from what she imagined, one shouldn’t judge by appearances. Isn’t it said you can’t measure the sea with a bucket?

Jiang Ziya, hearing Nezha’s question, stroked his beard delightedly and said, "You rascal, you only know half of the story. Old man I—"

"Alright, alright, I know you want to catch dukes and ministers. Don’t say it in my ear. When Wu Ji arrives, you can tell him."

He had just started to speak when Nezha interrupted him, leaving him both angry and intrigued. After knowing Nezha for a while, Jiang Ziya realized his martial nephew often had surprising comments and wasn’t like ordinary people. So he asked, "Who is this Wu Ji you mentioned?"

"You haven’t met him yet, but it seems you’ll encounter him in a while. Martial Uncle, I’m just curious. It’s fine for a fisherman not to be interested in fish, but if you can’t catch them, how do you make a living? By weaving fishing baskets?"

"Get lost! Your whole family weaves fishing baskets!"

Jiang Ziya angrily kicked Nezha’s legs, which were like steel forged in iron, but he ended up clutching his own leg and howling in pain.

He hopped around cursing for a long time. Seeing Nezha didn’t react and was lying back in his chair, sunbathing with his legs crossed, Jiang Ziya went to the side, grabbed a fishing rod, and said, "I’m not a fool. Using a straight hook, of course, one can’t catch fish, but not every hook on a rod is straight."

"That’s what I said. Those who think you’re a fool are the real fools."

"That’s music to this old man’s ears." Jiang Ziya had long noticed Lv Ping but hadn’t acknowledged her. Now tired from the fuss, he sat on a bench and asked, "Where’s that girl Lv Zhu’er? You suddenly came looking for me, so it must be for something important, right?"

"It’s not a big deal. This girl is called Lv Ping. She was an acquaintance of my father. She killed my father, and I brought her here just to ask if she can survive in Xiqi."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya was utterly stunned.

After a moment, he finally said, "Wait, wait, are you saying she killed your father, and you then took her here to escape?"

"Oh, saving a life is more significant than building a seven-story pagoda. Just because she killed my dad doesn’t mean her life isn’t worth saving. Don’t you think?"

"What a mess. I think she was your dad’s mistress, maybe she’s yours, or why are you protecting her so much?"

"Cut the nonsense, ten taels of silver, will you or won’t you look at her?"

"I, Jiang Ziya, have lived an upright life. Would I help you with such a matter?" Jiang Ziya raised his voice.

"Fifteen taels, no more."

Jiang Ziya gently stroked his beard and said contentedly, "But speaking of which, we have a history. Helping you with a small favor is reasonable."

"Young girl, come here and let this old man take a look."

Lv Ping came over as told, seeing that this Jiang Ziya was even older than her grandfather and Nezha’s Immortal Martial Uncle, she felt no need to be wary.

However, seeing Jiang Ziya holding Lv Ping’s hand, pretending to sigh and lament, even Nezha, knowing his real skills, couldn’t help but want to beat him.

"Young lady, your fate is not good."

When Jiang Ziya said this, Lv Ping’s mood didn’t fluctuate much. She said, "The Immortal is right, Lv Ping’s fate has never been good. Please teach me, Immortal."

"Can you wash clothes or cook?"

Lv Ping smiled bitterly and said, "If I couldn’t do these, I really wouldn’t know how to survive."

These words were actually insincere. Nezha had just given her more than two thousand taels. Forget about Xiqi; even in Zhaoge, she could live comfortably.

Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "If that’s the case, from today on, serve by my side. When I become wealthy, your fate will change."

Lv Ping hurriedly knelt to thank him. However, Nezha found the old man looking more and more peculiar. He leaned in and whispered, "Old man, don’t tell me you have lustful intentions for the young lady?"

"How many times have I told you to call me Martial Uncle!" Jiang Ziya lowered his voice further, "What do you mean by lustful intentions? You know nothing, this girl’s hips are broad, her butt is perky, she looks like she’s good for bearing children. Martial Uncle I have been with that Ma woman for a long time and never left any descendants. Besides, I’m not deceiving her. Her fate is bad, but my fate is good. With old man’s offspring, wouldn’t future glory and wealth be guaranteed for her?"

As he said this, his face was full of a lewd smile.

Nezha, seeing his old bones, retorted, "You’re right, her butt is perky, but aren’t you worried if she sits on your old bones, they might break?"

"Oh, you little rascal know quite a bit, but you don’t need to worry about this matter."

Nezha thought this old man truly deserved a beat. He knew he promised Lv Ping to save her, so he naturally had to keep his word. One can’t rescue someone from a wolf’s mouth only to send them into a fire pit.

He found Lv Ping separately, subtly revealing a bit of Jiang Ziya’s intention, believing that someone as intelligent as Lv Ping would surely understand.

But at this moment, Lv Ping seemed to play dumb, completely unable to understand.

Only then did Nezha realize that nobody was actually foolish.

One willingly plays, and the other willingly suffers. Lv Ping seeks wealth, while Jiang Ziya seeks offspring; each has their desires and gains what they wanted, making it the best outcome.

...

Nezha directly returned home, saw his mother, and knelt before Li Jing’s spirit for three days. He looked at the dark plaque enshrined in the family shrine, and seeing that no one was around, he began to think.

Before long, Lv Zhu’er climbed over the threshold, carrying a food box inside.

She tiptoed like a little mouse and said, "Young Master, Sister Cuiyu bought some osmanthus cakes. They’re still warm. Hurry and have some."

Seeing this little girl, Nezha pulled her over, rubbed her soft hair, and asked, "How’s my mother, is she still crying?"

"Sister Hong Fei said Madam just fell asleep, but the steward from the pass came again, saying they had reported Master’s death to Zhaoge. A reply should come within a month. Then a new General will arrive, and they might ask us to vacate the government office."

Seeing Lv Zhu’er’s indignant face, Nezha smiled and said, "Why, are you reluctant to leave this courtyard?"

"It’s such a nice courtyard."

"I’ve met that steward before. He’s an experienced and steady person. Without definite news, even if Li Jing has died, he’d maintain appearances for us. If he’s already telling us this, it means the person from above has already given notice because he wants this property?"

"If he wants it, should we just give it to him?"

Lv Zhu’er widened her eyes. To her, the house they lived in was theirs. Just because the master is dead, it doesn’t mean the whole family is gone. How can they seize someone’s house?

"If he wants it, give it to him. Moreover, the empty houses we have aren’t just this one."

Seeing the mischievous smile on Nezha’s face, Lv Zhu’er was first puzzled, then widened her eyes in realization.

Now she understood what Nezha intended to do.

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