Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 165 Farce

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Farce

"Originally, it was calculated that after seven years, I should return home. However, now I realize that my return is all because my son, Bo Yikao, would come to Zhaoge to plead for me."

Ji Chang lowered his head and sighed, taking a large gulp of wine, which caused him to cough for a long time, tears streaming from his eyes.

The Little Dragon Girl looked at him and said, "You seem to be living well in Zhaoge. It doesn’t look like returning home is that big of a deal."

"Not at all, not at all. In front of King Zhou, it’s no place for a living person."

Staying in Zhaoge, Ji Chang was bound to die. At this point, Nezha also roughly understood the situation: since Bo Yikao wasn’t coming, there was no one to plead for him. Forget King Zhou planning to release him, he likely had completely forgotten about Ji Chang.

Seven years had passed, and Ji Chang hadn’t returned. The previous assurances had become mere empty promises, leading the dutiful son Ji Chang to pack his things and head to Zhaoge, hence the current predicament.

Nezha thought it over; seeing several women busy outside, he whispered, "Why don’t we just break you out of Zhaoge?"

Ji Chang said, "This matter must not be reckless. King Zhou has sent people to keep an eye on me. Do you remember when you first arrived, you saw me playing chess at the gate with someone?"

"Who was that person?"

"That was You Hun."

One of the two great villains in the court, the main culprit in Ji Chang’s captivity at Youli. Did he really come to play chess with Ji Chang in his free time?

Nezha was slightly astonished, then rolled his eyes at Ji Chang and said, "You should have told me earlier. Had I known it was that scoundrel, I would have pierced his heart with a sword."

"How was I to know who you were back then?"

Ji Chang rolled his eyes as well and said, "Within Youli, virtuous scholars stand on all sides. Once they’re alerted, I’m afraid neither of you will make it out of Zhaoge."

Little Dragon Girl also understood the situation and excitedly said, "Isn’t it just about rescuing someone? We simply won’t alert them. I know a thing or two about transformations. On a day when you dismiss your attendants, disguise yourself, and without flying or escaping, we can walk right out through Zhaoge’s gate."

"Is this feasible?"

Seeing Ji Chang’s question, Nezha laughed and said, "You old man, I thought you would say you’re still a subject, and without the emperor’s command, you wouldn’t be willing to leave. Even the simplest things have the possibility of failure. Who knows if it’s feasible if we don’t try?"

"Nonsense, old man, I’m not that stubborn. Though loyal to Chengtang, once someone dies, everything is empty. If I die listening to the emperor, enchanted by Daji, the world of Chengtang will not have favorable weather in the future."

Nezha looked at him and said, "No time like the present. Shall we pack up and leave now?"

He thought the Little Dragon Girl’s plan was good, and it didn’t overly expose the secrets of his small world.

"What is there to pack? Whatever there is, just leave it. Let’s go!"

With the Little Dragon Girl’s transformation, Ji Chang instantly changed from a kind old man with gray hair to a simple, honest middle-aged man with jet-black hair. He changed his clothes and walked out when the streets were empty.

"Ji Chang, this seems easy. Haven’t you ever thought of escaping in seven years in Zhaoge?" the Little Dragon Girl asked beside him.

Ji Chang laughed and said, "Princess, as you said, even if I could leave Zhaoge, I’m just an ordinary person. Unlike you who can fly and escape, how could I elude the emperor’s capture? Even if I escaped, the emperor would surely send troops after me, and by then, the entire world might be plunged into war. Moreover..."

"Moreover, fate is predetermined, isn’t it?"

Nezha already knew what he would say. Why talk about chaos under heaven? If you run now, wouldn’t King Zhou send troops to catch you?

What a joke.

Alongside the Little Dragon Girl, they reached the Zhaoge South Gate, knowing that the city defense here was strict but only guarded entry, not exit, and exiting should be no problem. Furthermore, having reached this point, even forcefully breaking out would only be a matter of a moment.

Once out of Zhaoge, it would be like a fish into the sea. No matter how vast the world, even a Taiyi Golden Immortal couldn’t do anything to them.

As soon as they reached the city gate, the three of them saw a convoy entering the city.

This convoy was significant, with ten carriages, thirty ox carts, and a hundred people, and their attire didn’t resemble anyone from the vicinity of Zhaoge.

After being interrogated by the gatekeeper, they were allowed into the city, delaying them a while.

After the convoy passed, Nezha pulled Ji Chang to walk out of the city, but Ji Chang suddenly refused to leave.

"Old man, what are you playing at this time?"

"I just feel something is amiss." Ji Chang took a few steps into an alley, tossed three copper coins on the ground, calculated a little, and his face immediately changed, "Not good!"

The Little Dragon Girl was quite curious about his heavenly calculation and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Ah, my son, gentle by nature, acts swiftly. The convoy that entered the city earlier belongs to my son Bo Yikao."

Well, the main character has arrived.

The Little Dragon Girl said, "Might as well go all the way and take Bo Yikao with us as well."

Ji Chang slapped his thigh joyfully and said, "Young people certainly think fast, let’s do it that way!"

"But what should we do with the hundreds of Xiqi people who came with Bo Yikao?"

Hearing this from Nezha, Ji Chang was taken aback, then looked at Nezha with a peculiar expression, and Nezha looked back at him.

Seeing Nezha’s seriousness, Ji Chang said, "I originally thought only those with a sincere and honest nature like Bo Yikao would care about such matters. I didn’t expect a cultivator like you would as well. Nezha, when achieving great things, you can’t be bothered with minor details. Given the emperor’s temperament, they will surely die, but their life and death are never within this Heavenly Dao. In other words, whether they live or die won’t make a difference to this world."

"Damn it."

Looking into Ji Chang’s eyes, Nezha seriously uttered this foul word and then said, "The so-called great cause in your eyes is nothing to me. I’m saving you purely because I promised you earlier, and also because I’m mother-effing kind-hearted. Ji Chang, listen to me, to me, you and a car driver in that convoy are the same, no one is more noble."

This silenced Ji Chang.

He had heard such viewpoints before, but mostly from those strange Buddhists who meditate in seclusion.

He also knew he couldn’t argue against Nezha.

Because he already saw it clearly: the person standing in front of him, though looking like a youth with an old soul, was inherently an absolute idealist. From those pitch-black eyes, a peculiar obsession emanated, seemingly irritating at a glance.

He was one of the four great vassals of the world, Duke Ji Chang, with billions of subjects under him, a noble status incomparable to a mere cart driver. Even a babbling toddler would know that.

"Hahaha, Nezha, you’re wrong. Perhaps, as you said, all under heaven are commoners, but if the Heavenly Dao goes awry, it won’t just be a trivial matter. So be it, these people are all citizens of Xiqi. If I abandon them today, they would be said to have died at the emperor’s hand, when in reality, it would be my fault."

Ji Chang said this with a smile, but his eyes were lowered, indicating he was still very unhappy. To him, Nezha was too soft-hearted.

Nezha couldn’t be bothered to think about what the old man was plotting. When talking about who mattered, in Nezha’s view, the couple selling rotten meat noodles across from Mr. Fan’s residence was more important than Bo Yikao and Ji Chang together. They even offered him two bowls of noodles.

So the group turned back, first sending Ji Chang back to Youli, then meeting the foolish Bo Yikao. He was already wearing mourning clothes, kneeling with a petition in his arms at the Wu Gate.

Just as Ji Chang said, Bo Yikao does act fast.

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