Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 193: Give Me, Lu Ya, Some Face

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Give Me, Lu Ya, Some Face

Daoist Bei Ming, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly spoke up, "Among the well-known experts of the major sects, there is no one named Lu Ya. Could it be a Loose Cultivator?"

"Loose Cultivator... Lu Ya..."

Perfected Ju Yang couldn’t stand it any longer, exchanged another punch with Nezha, both of their energies churning like ocean waves.

After this punch, his finger bones cracked, but his body, long accustomed to the balance of Yin and Yang Qi, quickly recovered as before.

He wanted to take advantage of Nezha’s lack of experience and unsettled energy to strike another punch, but then he heard the sound of cloth shoes stepping on branches and the rushing wind of a bodily leap through the forest.

Reinforcements?

People nearby couldn’t help but glance sideways, and shortly after, two female cultivators in Daoist robes, graceful in figure, appeared on the scene.

The one leading was Daoist Xiao Qi from the West Sea Purple Dragon Island, and standing beside her was Qing Yun, Qing Yu’s twin sister.

Seeing the two, Qing Yu, who was sitting by the fire, immediately stood up and joined Qing Yun’s side.

Meanwhile, Perfected Ju Yang’s eyes passed over Daoist Xiao Qi and fixed upon the face of Qing Yun behind her.

He hadn’t expected that Qing Yu, already an ultimate furnace for cultivation, would have such a twin sister with an even more profound cultivation.

If he could have both of them in his bed, helping him with dual cultivation of Yin and Yang, his cultivation would certainly advance further in due course!

Daoist Xiao Qi, whose arm had been cut off by Nezha, had now fully recovered. Seeing Nezha, she was burning with rage but still managed to suppress her anger and exchanged greetings with those present.

Nezha hadn’t expected that instead of calling reinforcements, he had brought Daoist Xiao Qi, a particularly thorny adversary.

Knowing that begging for mercy would not save him from the present company, his mouth became even more venomous: "What’s the end of vendetta, Daoist Xiao Qi? Why bother? I know you have eyes only for me, but I am still young. Though you may have a slim waist and a shapely bottom, your age is still a bit too much."

"You little brat, sharp-tongued and venomous! In a moment, I will cut out your tongue, cook it, and feed it to you!"

Seeing that even the ’reinforcements’ Nezha had shouted for were also out for his life, Shen Gongbao laughed helplessly, "My good disciple, why torment yourself? You were meant to call for help, not court death."

Nezha turned to look at him and said, "Uncle Shen, I think it is you who really torments yourself, stubbornly delusional. I fear this body of yours will eventually be thrown into the North Sea Sea Eye and never again see the light of day!"

As soon as these words fell, Shen Gongbao felt a profound disturbance in his emotions, his face color shifting.

But at this moment, another person spoke.

"Oh Nezha, you have provoked so many masters at once and even called for me, aren’t you harming me?"

Everyone was alarmed. Although their cultivation was no longer as it once was, their perception and intuition were by no means diminished.

Yet, they had not noticed when or where the speaker had appeared; the voice had already reached their ears.

They all looked up to find the person but pupils constricted in shock.

The person was sitting right beside Perfected Huang Shi, fiddling with a wooden stick in the burning pile of wood in the fire pit.

With a casual flick of the firewood, the flames surged up more than a meter high.

Then, with a smile on his face, he gave a bow to Perfected Huang Shi beside him and said in a gentle voice, "Junior Lu Ya, I’ve seen you before, Senior."

"Who are you?"

"It’s normal for you to not remember me, Senior. Three thousand years ago, when you were preaching at the North Sea’s Edge Stone, I was one of the most inconspicuous among those thousands of listeners."

Perfected Huang Shi still did not recognize Lu Ya, but he couldn’t miss the unfathomable depth of the so-called junior before him.

Even though the other party was being extremely courteous and respectful in both speech and demeanor, Perfected Huang Shi couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Nezha naturally ran over, with a silly smile, and said, "I implore the senior to save me."

"Doer of one’s own doom, not to be spared. How am I to save you?"

Nezha replied, "Senior is joking. With your formidable power, they ought to give you some face."

"It’s easy to say, but with six Taiyi Golden Immortals and twelve Golden Immortals, such power could sweep across half of the cultivation sects in the world."

As soon as Lu Ya’s words fell, the Real Huang Shi next to him chuckled and said, "Daoist Lu Ya must not misunderstand, this old man has no quarrel with young friend Nezha."

"Senior Huang Shi, I’m speaking right now. You’d better not interrupt."

Lu Ya looked at Real Huang Shi with a smile, but Real Huang Shi felt as though his heartbeat had stopped.

Daluo Golden Immortal!

Now he was absolutely certain of one thing—the person before him was of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, a powerful Quasi-Saint!

Real Huang Shi fell silent and thus did not speak again, which made the surrounding people even more astonished.

Real Huang Shi was considered a living fossil in the Cultivation World, having cultivated for tens of thousands of years, with an extremely high generational status and profound Dao.

Yet facing such humiliation, he chose to remain silent.

Thus, everyone started to speculate about the identity of Lu Ya.

But the one who reacted the quickest was Shen Gongbao.

Without mentioning any intention to lay hands on Nezha, he instead sat back down by the fire: "Despite being young, my good nephew is proud of his swordsmanship, and he has not brought shame to our Chan Sect. Given time, I’m sure he could compete with nephew Yang Jian under Master Yu Ding."

Nezha rolled his eyes at him, not knowing to what extent Lu Ya would go for him. Since Shen Gongbao was not making a move, it was naturally for the best, and he replied, "Thank you for the instruction, Uncle-Master."

Young Master Kong Xu originally had no enmity with Nezha. He first glanced at Nezha and then at Lu Ya sitting on the deadwood stump, throwing a red stone into Nezha’s hand, before also sitting back down.

"What’s this?"

Lu Ya answered for Young Master Kong Xu: "This is a Sword Gall formed by Young Master Kong Xu condensing his Sword Intent into this stone while practicing swordsmanship. If you wish to refine your swordsmanship, understanding the Sword Intent within will greatly assist you."

Hearing Lu Ya’s words, Nezha’s face lit up with joy, saying, "Thank you, senior."

At the same time, both he and Young Master Kong Xu understood that as long as Nezha accepted the gift, the matter at hand would be considered closed.

Likewise, since Young Master Kong Xu had given a gift, if the remaining Daoist Xiao Qi and Ju Yang Perfected wanted to put this matter to rest, it wouldn’t look good for them to come empty-handed.

"Hmph! Putting on a show!"

If Ju Yang Perfected were to encounter a mysterious cultivator like Lu Ya with an obviously high cultivation while outside, despite his hot temper, he would probably have to restrain himself.

But since they were in the Eight Hundred Miles of Pine Forest, a place forbidding the use of mana, where even cultivators with high cultivation currently couldn’t draw on their proud mana and use their magic treasures, Ju Yang Perfected was not as restrained.

Moreover, he possessed the unique Yin Yang Qi of the Joyful Union Sect. As long as his Primordial Spirit was not destroyed, even if he were beaten into a pulp, he could recover as before!

Lu Ya had no idea why he seemed to have such a deep connection with Nezha, firmly resolved to play the mediator in this matter.

Ju Yang Perfected’s only response to Lu Ya was a punch.

Spanning a distance of seven or eight Zhang, Ju Yang Perfected swung his punch.

This punch was especially earnest and serious, and therefore, sufficiently powerful.

As the fist appeared, the hot air above the campfire and the dust swirled up by the heat were compressed into even finer particles by the punch’s wind.

However, because Lu Ya had adjusted the structure of the firewood in the fire pit, although the punch’s wind split the flames, it did not extinguish them.

Now, with nothing obstructing the view, on the other side of the fire pit everyone could see Lu Ya’s lowered eyes, and that face, though not aged, had undergone countless years of hardship.

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