Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 179 Engagement

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Engagement

In Lady Yin’s opinion, Qiu Chuyao truly is a good girl—well-read, sensible, beautiful, willing to endure hardship, enjoys comfort, understands operations, and also likes Nezha.

Of course, in the eyes of Nezha’s good mother, every good girl in the world should like Nezha.

However, Lady Yin’s thoughts weren’t that simple.

She called Nezha into the room not to tell him to be safe in the future or any other messy things.

Lady Yin doesn’t understand cultivation; she only understands life.

Although Nezha is still young, he now looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

In the morning, she even had Cui Yu go and have a look; that girl, as usual, drilled into Nezha’s room early in the morning, pulled down his pants without a second thought, almost making Nezha jump out of his skin.

Cui Yu didn’t care; she was raised by the lady and naturally didn’t dare disobey her.

Besides, she also raised Nezha, almost like her own younger brother.

In Chengtang’s world, there are not so many restrictions; once men and women come of age, they can get engaged and married. Being called into the thatched hut for a chat with his mother, and then coming out, the whole process left Nezha bewildered.

He turned his face, looking at the shy young girl beside him with his extraordinarily dark eyes. Her snow-white little feet had just walked across the riverbank, still stained with some mud, and though her slender arms looked weak, they were healthy and strong from long labor.

Nezha’s mind drifted over the words his mother just said to him in the room, he was too shocked and just nodded, now his mind was still in chaos.

Qiu Chuyao also lifted her head, exchanged a glance with Nezha, and was electrified, turning her face away again.

Seeing the two blushes on the young girl’s face, Nezha instinctively admired her beauty.

From today onwards, this girl would be his fiancée.

Not quite understanding yet, Lv Zhu’er threw a basket of petals excitedly over Qiu Chuyao’s head, clearly having known about this beforehand.

Up ahead, Mr. Fan, who was holding a fishing rod, laughed heartily, laughing until he coughed, his large frame shaking all over.

Nezha took a deep breath, reached out his hand, and caught Qiu Chuyao’s little hand. Amidst the girl’s exclamation, he rode a tunnel light to the top of the tallest mountain.

In the distant sky, the sunlight pierced through the clouds like a sharp sword, with tens of beams of light standing in the space between heaven and earth, dust scattering, countless tiny creatures jumping between, feeling the last warmth before the sun set.

What exactly is that?

Nezha raised his head, looked at the sun above, squinted slightly, his long eyelashes like curtains shielding his pupils.

This Quasi-Saint Small World is vast, but not particularly huge.

The sun and moon overhead don’t conform to perspective principles; he tried to fly upwards, piercing through the clouds in an instant, but even after flying for several hours, the sun remained unchanged, neither appearing larger nor the light warmer on him.

This isn’t right; when people look at things, closer means bigger, farther means smaller—this is both reason and rule.

This thought lingered in his mind for just a moment before vanishing without a trace.

Even someone who’s never been in love, as clumsy and clueless as Nezha in this regard, knows now isn’t the time to grasp the Heaven and Earth Laws.

The wild grass on the ground covered his ankles, the green grass rooted in the soft turf, even at dusk, drenched in moist water vapor.

Looking at the sunset and the light beams ahead, such majestic scenes excited Qiu Chuyao, making her forget the fear she felt flying to the Nine Heavens using Earth Style. She took off her newly worn cloth shoes, walked unevenly through the meadows, and headed in the direction of the sunlight to the cold spring at the top of the mountain.

The sunlight hit the water surface, as if a layer of gold was laid out.

Qiu Chuyao chose a rock to sit on, took off her socks as well, and dipped her feet in the spring water.

"Ah, so cold!"

"Of course it’s cold; it’s a cold spring after all."

Nezha also came over, holding the shoes of both people in his hand, and put his feet into the water.

The Golden Core Nine Revolutions, while physically strong, isn’t just about increasing endurance, turning muscle and bone into stone and steel; his sensitivity and perception are exponentially enhanced.

The bone-chilling cold from the spring water penetrated through every pore of his feet into his skin, traveling up his thighs. He couldn’t help but shiver.

"Haha, it’s really interesting. When I was working down the mountain earlier, I was sweating from the heat, but here at the top of the mountain, closer to the sun, there’s a cold spring freezing a person stiff."

Qiu Chuyao giggled, turned to look at Nezha again, their eyes met once more, the shyness remained, but this time she didn’t turn away.

"Sure enough, once you leave the Zhaoge Palace, interesting things happen anywhere in this world. Hey, Nezha, why is there a cold spring here?"

Nezha replied, "Because the belly of this mountain is hollow, underneath the thick rock layers lies a massive glacier that’s over a thousand years old."

"Amazing."

"Yes, not just amazing, but damn unscientific."

"Science? What is science?"

"Science, well, it’s something you can’t trust in this world and is utterly unreliable."

Qiu Chuyao didn’t quite understand. During this time, she had been helping the Li Family and earned Lady Yin’s approval. Although she had been a bit crafty, there was one thing she understood clearly.

A good man must be fought for.

She had never snatched anything in her life, and she succeeded the only time she tried, making her very happy.

When happy, one should laugh heartily.

Seeing the slightly pale face of Qiu Chuyao, Nezha gently patted her hand and said, "This spring water isn’t as cold as real ice water; soak for a while and it will get warmer, but continue soaking and it will become cold again, so by then, we need to take our feet out."

"You know so much." Qiu Chuyao gazed at Nezha with eyes full of admiration, as always.

Nezha thought to himself, of course, in his past life, when the water heater in the rental broke down with no hot water, and he just started working without money to buy a quilt, he still braved the cold winter with a thin blanket until payday.

Others, after getting paid, would change phones, indulge in food and drink and play; he went straight away to buy a sweater to put inside his oversized, old jacket and added a down quilt.

Up to now, these are trivial matters.

Indeed, he was about to have a wife soon; his mother mentioned that come next April or May, after the first crop of grain planted in the Outer World Town is harvested, they would marry.

Having spoken at length, Qiu Chuyao forgot about her body’s endurance. While Nezha could soak in the cold spring for ten days and nights without issue, she could not.

After a while, she sneezed several times, and her little feet became numb from the cold.

But instead of immediately embracing her back, this mischievous Nezha cradled her white little feet inside his arms, smiling wickedly as he warmed her with his body heat.

Ah, a two-time virgin, as soon as the little head takes charge, his actions become incomprehensible to normal people.

For instance, giggling while holding the girl’s feet.

"Ne, Nezha, your laugh is so—strange."

Qiu Chuyao originally wanted to say sinister, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she changed it to another term.

Caught red-handed, Nezha’s face flushed red-hot, but luckily, it was getting dark, and the young girl couldn’t see clearly.

Qiu Chuyao’s feet were wrapped in Nezha’s clothes, her soles pressed against Nezha’s chest, only to feel Nezha’s chest burning hot, and his heart beating rapidly, she couldn’t help but laugh again.

Thinking: He must like me too.

(The engagement in this Chapter wasn’t planned ahead, I just reached this point and wrote it; the female lead wasn’t even predetermined to be Qiu Chuyao. Well, since it’s the New Year, let’s soak up some good fortune! Happy New Year everyone! The rewards from the past period will be treated as your gift to Nezha for his upcoming celebration.

PS: In 2025, I will also get married; time flies indeed.)

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