Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 211: Enemy for Life

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Enemy for Life

"Have we met before, Immortal?" Huang Feihu’s face showed confusion.

He said this purely to save his life.

Although Spirit Pearl’s appearance had changed as drastically as Nezha’s, Huang Feihu recognized him the moment he saw the Wind Fire Wheel beneath him.

It was the thief who came to his mansion in Zhaoge to request treasures, and when refused, sneaked in at night to steal and set fire to the homes of common people.

Spirit Pearl smiled slightly, politely, but with blood still on his face, making his smile somewhat ferocious. He said, "Of course not. This humble Taoist is Spirit Pearl, a disciple of Master Taiyi of the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain, sent by my master to save Lord Wucheng from danger and escort Wucheng’s family out of Sishui Pass."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu no longer cared about the casualties of his household. His family’s survival was most important now, so he said, "With such a master aiding us, we shall assuredly capture Sishui Pass in one battle!"

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In a few months, Nezha had already mastered various Primordial Spirit Techniques and miscellaneous Daoist arts. He had also sent messages to a few friends in Zhaoge, inviting them to his wedding on the twenty-third of May.

Nezha wanted to focus on cultivation, but the numerous trivial matters often went against his wishes.

However, thinking of Qiu Chuyao, even this busyness felt like a happy busyness.

After delivering the invitations to Ding Ce and others, he used the Earth Style to soar into the sky, heading towards Xiqi.

He initially wanted only to notify his uncle, Jiang Ziya.

At that time, he also needed to inform him not to bring Lv Ping if he was to attend the banquet, or else he would have to take severe measures.

But upon hearing that he was acquainted with Duke Ji Chang, the Marquis Xibo, and the Princely Heir, Bo Yikao, Qiu Chuyao insisted he deliver invitations to them as well.

Nezha hadn’t expected Ah Yao to be so fond of grandeur, but Qiu Chuyao quickly remarked, "Xibo is one of the Four Great Marquises of the land, the wealthiest. You saved his life, and the gift money will surely be considerable."

"But our family isn’t short of money."

Qiu Chuyao rolled her eyes at him, arranging the gift list while saying, "What are you thinking? While our family isn’t short of money, this is no utopia. To exchange goods, the common people still need to trade with the outside world. Recently, I discovered that the larger your principal, the easier it is to do business."

Nezha didn’t know how Qiu Chuyao understood so much, nor did he think much of it, simply doing as she said.

Flying over Sishui Pass, he saw flames soaring to the sky, turning the white clouds above scarlet red.

Black smoke billowed as if to obscure the sky above!

On closer inspection, flames were everywhere in the city, with ruins all around, and soldiers and common people running and crying in all directions, innumerable casualties!

"How did such a fire break out suddenly?"

King Zhou was tyrannical, the common people innocent.

Nezha, soft-hearted, saw a large river flowing past Sishui Pass and effortlessly used the Chaos Sky Silk to draw the water and extinguish the city fire.

Meanwhile, Spirit Pearl led Huang Feihu and his men to attack the city, slashing through locks and making a fiery entrance, his demon heart raging.

Whether soldiers or common people, he used the Fire-tipped Spear to start fires, delighted to see fierce Chengtang generals charging towards him.

He fought against many, wielding the Fire-tipped Spear with unmatched skill, advancing like a silver dragon, and retreating like lightning, knocking the enemy idols from their horses, then unleashing the Golden Brick to smash his foes to pieces.

The generals, unable to resist, fled for their lives, except for the garrison commander Han Rong, who faced the battle with a long halberd.

The Huang family were veteran warriors, accustomed to bloodshed. At that moment, they should have stepped forward to help, but seeing Spirit Pearl, a true Demon Child, wantonly slaughtering the people, their courage faltered.

Only Huang Feihu’s second son, Huang Tianlu, thirteen years old, gripped his spear tightly, ready to charge forward.

But Huang Feihu held him back.

"Father!"

Huang Feihu knew his son, a fearless cub, despite his young age, his martial arts were extraordinary, his spear wielded like a sea beast, unstoppable.

Before him stood the left-path cultivator Yu Hua, who had previously been injured by the boy’s hand and had to use the Soul Slaughter Banner to escape.

Yet if Huang Tianlu acted now, he didn’t know whether he’d target Han Rong or Spirit Pearl.

Spirit Pearl fought Han Rong, summoning the Golden Brick, shattering Han Rong’s Heart Protecting Mirror, causing him to spew blood and collapse, just about to pierce him with his spear.

Suddenly, a massive downpour from the sky extinguished the city fire.

The townsfolk, seeing the abrupt ’storm,’ knelt to pray for divine mercy. Han Rong and Huang Feihu remained puzzled until Spirit Pearl looked up and saw the wind-torn red silk above!

"Nezha!"

He shouted excitedly, his voice echoing over the fields.

Nezha?

Who is Nezha?

Han Rong thought of Nezha and the image of a notorious criminal wanted by the court for assassinating the Northern Marquis Chong Houhu came to mind.

Huang Feihu thought of Nezha as the Chan Sect youth who came to trade Blood Ginseng for Star River Divine Sand.

But Spirit Pearl saw it differently.

In his eyes, his fate had long been intertwined with Nezha’s.

Though he had faced constant defeat at Nezha’s hands, wasn’t that fate?

The ultimate victory after countless failures would be the true delight, not to mention he was no longer the same as before.

Nezha, in black battle attire with golden patterns, descended slowly from the sky upon hearing his name, confronting Spirit Pearl from a distance.

"Spirit Pearl?"

Recognizing him, Nezha’s face immediately turned cold, "So you’re not dead yet."

"Haha, how could I die? No matter who dies in this world, I won’t. But indeed, what a coincidence! We truly are destined enemies! Despite the vastness of this world, we meet here!"

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Spirit Pearl, Nezha raised an eyebrow and sneered, "It’s been a while, and you’ve acquired quite a bit of verbosity. Rivals like us don’t need to catch up first, do we?"

Spirit Pearl spun the Fire-tipped Spear, pointing at Han Rong on the ground with a smile, "It depends on the person. For such ants, just crush them. But for my lifelong enemy like you, even if I must kill you, it should be with some noise.

Nezha looked at the spear in Spirit Pearl’s hand, then produced an identical Fire-tipped Spear out of thin air, stepping forward against the wind, "Lifelong enemies? Regardless of your realm, you’ll always lose to me and bring me treasures each time you do."

Saying this, he removed a Purple Gold Head Ring from his head, tossing it in his hand with a smile, "If you weren’t so bloodthirsty and wicked, I’d spare your life just to see what you’d bring me next time. So, what’s it this time? Sending me the Wind Fire Wheel?"

Spirit Pearl remained silent for a moment, then calmly replied, "Trying to anger me? Perhaps in the past, you might have succeeded."

The red eyes were calm, his black hair dancing in the wind with strands of red, his thin face no longer showing any trace of former innocence.

Nezha could tell that the changes in Spirit Pearl were far from just appearance and cultivation.

"Anger is pointless. With the Wind Fire Wheel under your feet, you can simply flee if you can’t win. What’s the use of anger?"

Spirit Pearl sneered, "What, afraid to fight?"

Nezha glanced at Huang Feihu, immediately understanding why Spirit Pearl was there, "If you wish to fight, then raise your spear."

Both being top cultivators, as they faced off, everyone felt an intangible pressure.

"Those two spears!"

Even Huang Tianlu, who prided himself on his spear, felt a chill down his spine looking at the two silent spears.

Seizing the moment, Han Rong stood up and retreated cautiously, realizing the extraordinary nature of the two.

Not just the identical spears, but the aura they exuded when wielding them suggested they were from the same sect.

But why would kindred fight each other?

Two third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, both supreme Qi Refiners, faced each other, creating an invisible pressure that stilled the wind, gathering the swirling clouds above them.

The onlookers tightened their grips on their weapons and noticed their hands drenched in cold sweat!

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