Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 185: Meeting Someone from Purple Dragon Island Again

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Meeting Someone from Purple Dragon Island Again

Even Nezha, an outsider, could see that the entire body of this black hawk was excellent material for Artifact Refining.

Not to mention anything else, just look at those two claws.

Ripped off raw, they’d outclass divine weapons forged by countless master craftsmen.

Lu Ya’s movements were sharp, and he didn’t bother being polite with Nezha. This bird was clearly killed by Nezha, yet he stripped off all the useful parts for himself.

Seeing Nezha silently stare at him, Lu Ya hung the black hawk on a branch of a giant tree nearby with a rope, his small knife never stopping as he laughed, "What’s the matter, can’t bear to part with it?"

"No, I was just admiring how sharp that little knife of yours is, wondering what it’s made of."

"Oh, you want it?"

Nezha, quite unceremoniously, nodded his head, so Lu Ya laughed even more heartily.

"Even if you want it, I’m not giving it to you."

Lu Ya smiled faintly and spoke gravely, "If you follow me, I won’t be easy on you. If you want to treasure hunt here, following me won’t get you any good stuff."

Seeing Lu Ya issue a dismissal, Nezha didn’t fuss and took his leave with a cupped fist salute.

Although more treasures probably couldn’t compare to Lu Ya’s friendship, making friends with someone like Lu Ya was something one couldn’t force.

Nezha continued on his way.

During the day, high above, he saw many people.

But to be honest, he really didn’t want to run into these folks.

The beasts in this forest were much stronger than humans, but if one must talk about danger, it was still these fellows that posed the biggest threat.

In the Iron Emperor Hall, Gu Jianqing’s sly demeanor was something Nezha still vividly remembered. Although Gu hadn’t posed much of a threat at the time, just the thought of him brought an involuntary chill down Nezha’s spine.

Yet some people, as much as you wish to avoid them, you just happen to see.

Night fell.

Nezha started a bonfire where he was, sitting on a rock, coldly poking at the woodpile with a stick. The darkness from afar rushed over like the wind, along with a rustling of footsteps.

Nezha didn’t move.

His dark pupils merely fixed on the flickering flames before him, listening to the footsteps—about six people, judging by the sound and distance. It must be the group from Purple Dragon Island.

He guessed correctly.

This group of six people were all cultivators from the West Sea Purple Dragon Island.

Leading them was Daoist Xiao Qi, whom he had seen before, flanked by two female cultivators.

These two female cultivators had lithe figures, delicate waists, and shapely, long legs, as if carved from the same mold.

Not just that—even their clothing, hair accessories, and swords at their waists were identical.

As for their faces, those were hidden by silver masks.

Behind these two female cultivators were two male cultivators.

These two men had unusual appearances, each over ten feet tall, with hunched backs and bodies rippling with muscles like monsters. Their skin was dark yellow and rough, their heads completely hairless, and their bodies wrapped in iron chains.

Behind these two men was Gu Jianqing.

Daoist Xiao Qi recognized Nezha as the cultivator who fought the roc in mid-air during the day, but due to Nezha’s great change in appearance, she did not recognize him as Nezha.

They had been in the Fir Forest for many days, well aware of the ferocity of the beasts here. Had their strength not been solid, they might well have suffered casualties by now.

Especially that black hawk overhead; every time it appeared, each one of them would hold their breath and concentrate hard, wishing even their heartbeats would stop to hide their presence.

Yet such a fierce creature had been taken down by the young man before them, struck down from the sky.

Under normal circumstances, even though Daoist Xiao Qi would internally acknowledge Nezha’s extraordinary abilities, given her solitary and haughty nature, she would not only avoid excess interaction with Nezha, but she might even mock him.

But times have changed.

This time, the West Sea Purple Dragon Island has dispatched a team to enter the North Sea Pine Forest. Aside from Gu Jianqing, the other four disciples were meticulously chosen by her, each with exceptional strength.

Even though the wild beasts within the forest are quite troublesome, and the situation is exceedingly complex, not a single person among them has been injured in the half-month since.

Yet Daoist Xiao Qi couldn’t help but curse inwardly; damn it, he brought the right people this time, but forgot to bring one or two guides from the nearby towns.

They have been in the Fir Forest for half a month now.

But in fact, they have been lost since the second day.

In half a month, aside from the occasional venomous snakes and wild beasts launching surprise attacks from hidden corners, the scenery before their eyes has been nothing but trees.

Even with her Primordial Spirit so focused, she couldn’t help feeling a bit irritable.

As for the few disciples under her, it was even worse; although their bodies had not suffered the slightest injury, their stretched-thin spirits were almost at their breaking point.

"This Daoist, poor Daoist of the Purple Dragon Island, Xiao Qi Perfected, along with Qing Yun, Qing Yu, Shi Jingtian, Shi Potian, and my senior disciple Gu Jianqing, all from the West Sea Purple Dragon Island. Encountering each other here is also fated."

For the first time in half a month, they encountered another living person. Even someone as sly and shameless as Gu Jianqing felt a surge of excitement.

He has always been an extremely observant person.

Though ever since Nezha tricked him, in front of the heroes of the Immortal World, presenting a piece of excrement to his master as a treasure, he had become a laughingstock in the Cultivation World.

But he only wallowed in self-pity for a short time before placing all his hatred on Nezha.

That Daoist Xiao Qi still brought him on this trip shows his capabilities.

Gu Jianqing saw clearly this time.

Among the group, the two dullards Shi Potian and Shi Jingtian had nothing but brute strength, with intelligence not even matching that of a child.

On the other hand, the two twin sisters, Qing Yun and Qing Yu, known as the Twin Qing of Purple Dragon Island, were notoriously cold-hearted back on the island. Coupled with their high level of cultivation, they were people who naturally commanded respect.

Gu Jianqing was studying the sisters from behind, his penetrating gaze as if it could see through their thin garments to the smooth backs of the young women, observing how their tense muscles were finally relaxing a little.

Nezha lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the firelight and landing on Daoist Xiao Qi’s face.

For a moment, when he met those pitch-black eyes, Daoist Xiao Qi was startled, as the shadow of a certain impish boy appeared in her mind.

She told herself it was impossible.

Although some time had passed since their last encounter, Nezha was only a seven-year-old child then; the person before her seemed to be at least seventeen years old.

The nights in the Fir Forest were particularly cold.

Nezha opened his mouth, exhaling a stream of white breath.

He said, "West Sea Purple Dragon Island? I’ve long heard of its significant reputation. What brings the esteemed Daoist here?"

Sensing the cold aloofness that Nezha exuded, rejecting people from miles away, Gu Jianqing stepped forward with an awkward smile: "This dark and cold night drew us to your fire, and we couldn’t help but approach. I ask Daoist brother not to mind. But as my master said, a meeting is serendipitous. In this perilous Fir Forest, seeing that we all belong to the Taoist path, we should take care of each other."

If any of the disciples dared to interject while she was speaking, Daoist Xiao Qi would have lost her temper long ago.

But Gu Jianqing has been her disciple for too long, and she understood him well.

Although his talent for cultivation was average, there are certain aspects where even she, an old predecessor of thousands of years, could not compare to him. So she let him interact with this mysterious cultivator.

As the saying goes, one does not slap the smiling face.

With a smile on his face, Gu Jianqing saw that Nezha was young, having encountered many young and proud talents from various sects and knowing well what kind of temperament they had.

Just by looking at Nezha’s expression, his confidence grew by another three parts.

Gu Jianqing wanted to continue speaking, but Nezha interrupted him.

Nezha simply extended a fist.

"There’s no need, you take your Yangguan Path, I’ll cross my own log bridge. It’s best for everyone to not be involved with each other; I may not have many people, but our strength is quite sufficient."

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