Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 206: The Snowstorm Weighs Down on People

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: The Snowstorm Weighs Down on People

After lingering here for another three days, Nezha learned many Primordial Spirit Techniques and Chan Sect Secret Techniques from Shen Gongbao, feeling satisfied.

Shen Gongbao’s soaking session was also coming to an end at this time.

As soon as they left the Fir Forest, the two immediately parted ways.

Nezha did not delay either. He found a secluded place and quickly returned to Outer World Town.

He felt he hadn’t been away for long, yet the small world had already welcomed another winter.

The tender green that once covered the mountains and plains was replaced by a blanket of silver, even the Red Horse’s favorite creeping chrysanthemums were nowhere to be seen, and a thick layer of snow covered the distant mountain peaks.

"It must have snowed heavily."

Nezha muttered to himself, feeling a bit worried, but also finding his concern rather unreasonable.

Whether it was his mother or the people of Chentang Pass, they were all passionate and brave; a snowstorm could never defeat them.

Nezha trudged through the knee-deep snow, his steps slow and uneven.

The people of Chentang Pass, raised on the warm southern coast, had never seen snow before, let alone such a heavy snowfall.

This snow was definitely not a good omen.

The biting wind felt like a long tongue of some giant beast, licking people’s faces raw and numb.

It was so cold, those beautiful palace maids that had painstakingly reclaimed the riverbank fields must have found them frozen solid by now.

Would they cry? Just thinking about it made someone feel heartbroken.

Climbing over a grassy slope, Nezha kicked away a snowball to reveal dark green, frostbitten grass beneath.

"This heavy snow fell urgently, and the temperature also dropped quickly."

Nezha sighed, looking far into the distance at Shuijing Lake, which was now frozen into a white expanse of ice.

There were people standing on the ice.

They were fishermen.

A group of fishermen who had always lived by the water and had never seen ice or snow before.

Faced with such a snowstorm and severe cold, instead of hiding indoors with their heads down, they bravely stood up!

"Well done."

Nezha praised them inwardly, feeling inspired himself. His tall figure cut through the wind and snow as he walked forward step by step, as if he wanted to measure this land with his own feet.

This trip to the Eight Hundred Miles of Pine Forest was full of dangers, but the final outcome was good, and the harvest far exceeded expectations.

Originally, he only wanted to find the spring of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs to nourish his Primordial Spirit, but unexpectedly, he also obtained the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit Tree.

Moreover, he even acquired a Holy Artifact.

When his cultivation level becomes higher and he can activate the Holy Artifact for protection, even Quasi-Saints would have to fear him.

This was almost unimaginable before.

As he stepped onto the ice, a burst of excited cheers came from afar, indicating that something good had happened. Was it that they had caught a big fish or something else?

Nezha couldn’t help but speculate. At this moment, Zi Chen spoke in his mind, "This world is smaller than I imagined. Is it really created by a Saint? Why did he give up halfway? When ’he’ first entered the Saint Realm and developed the Netherworld, he erected one hundred and eight sky-supporting pillars and opened up tens of thousands of miles of territory without feeling strained."

Creating the Netherworld?

So Zi Chen’s previous master was indeed the legendary Netherworld Venerate?

Nezha asked, "Then how did he die?"

"I don’t know."

As the weapon of the Netherworld Venerate, it should have never left his side, yet she claimed she didn’t know how he died.

Did she really not know, or was it that the Netherworld Venerate never died at all?

Nezha pondered these chaotic thoughts as his tall figure walked into the crowd. In the biting cold wind, he stood out with his thin clothes, upright posture, and handsome appearance.

But the people around him were caught up in immense excitement and didn’t even notice him.

Soon, Nezha also understood what had happened. It turned out that a thick layer of ice had frozen over Shuijing Lake, which worried the fishermen greatly.

Fortunately, Mr. Fan, with his extensive knowledge, taught the fishermen the skill of ice fishing.

Making a large hole in the iron-hard ice was no easy task, but the fishermen were a tenacious and robust group.

They wore out three hammers, five chisels, and over a dozen shovels before finally making two large holes in the ice, laying out a hundred-meter-long net.

The first net they just pulled up contained more fish than they had ever caught before the lake froze.

However, whereas each family used to row a small boat to fish, now it took the united effort of several hundred people.

But this kind of collective power was even more exhilarating!

Nezha also felt happy, and soon his dark eyes brightened because he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

The one directing the fishermen in their struggle against nature was actually a woman.

A woman raised in the deep confines of the palace.

Her jet-black hair was coiled atop her head, modestly restraining her beauty.

Her once delicate and fair hands were now full of frostbite, holding a shovel in the piercingly cold wind.

Even her once perfectly maintained delicate face had become rough due to the harsh wind.

But her smile seemed even more radiant than the faint sunlight over her head.

Nezha had never seen her look so beautiful.

No wonder no one noticed Nezha, as they were all drawn to a star even more captivating.

The crowd’s gaze towards her was filled with admiration, affection, and some sadness.

The men were mostly sad because it was well-known that such a wonderful girl had already been betrothed.

The men of Chentang Pass were courageous; if they encountered a girl they liked, even if she was betrothed, as long as she wasn’t married yet, they would still have the courage to pursue her.

But when they learned who the girl’s fiancé was, they all consciously suppressed their affection.

There was no way around it; such an excellent girl deserved to be with the only person in Chentang Pass who could be called a hero.

Nezha did not consider himself a hero.

Whenever he walked the streets of Outer World Town and people called him a hero, his face would even blush.

He quietly hid in the crowd, leaving the spotlight entirely to Qiu Chuyao.

It was what she deserved.

In fact, ever since she left the stifling, despair-inducing, hierarchical Imperial Palace, Qiu Chuyao had been showcasing her wisdom and courage at every moment.

When the people of Chentang Pass first moved to Outer World Town, she boldly did business with the Li Mansion and got along well with Madam Yin.

Madam Yin was already very capable of managing a household, and Qiu Chuyao quickly learned, providing unique insights everywhere.

When faced with this unprecedented snow disaster, she was the first to stand in front of everyone.

When she saw Nezha, it was already in the thatched house by the river.

The golden thatch emitted a faint spiritual energy, making the house unexpectedly warm despite the lack of a fire, warming the girl and bringing a blush to her cheeks.

"Really impressive."

Nezha gave her a thumbs up.

Her joy was evident in her eyes, her face, and her trembling hands.

Looking at the person in front of her, she almost thought he was an illusion, like the dreams that had made her restless and blushing every day recently.

When she heard the voice in her ear and confirmed it wasn’t an illusion, she nearly ran up to throw herself into his arms.

But Qiu Chuyao restrained herself.

She had been in close contact with Nezha many times, but most of the time, others had been around. Their only intimate moment was on that mesmerizing mountaintop after they confirmed their engagement.

But thinking of that mountaintop now felt like a dream. Now, meeting again, with their eyes locked, they both felt a touch of strangeness and shyness.

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