Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 214 Phoenix Mountain

Chapter 214: Chapter 214 Phoenix Mountain

Nezha turned back and cupped his hands towards Han Rong, saying, "General Han, King Zhou is tyrannical, and the whole world has turned to Zhou. The five passes of King Wu’s city have lost four, and now Sishui Pass is also breached with its people dead.

If the emperor were to punish you, you would find it hard to evade responsibility. Instead of having your head fall and leaving a bad name, why not join General Huang in defecting to Xiqi? It would also be a good deed."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu also spoke up: "Nezha is right, Han Rong. You and I have no enmity, but the emperor is unjust, humiliating his ministers’ wives and killing my sister, showing no signs of repentance. Why not join me in rebellion?"

Han Rong looked around and saw that all the soldiers had the intention of surrendering to Xiqi. He sighed and said, "The world rejoices and turns to Zhou, I know this. But my parents and wife are all in Zhaoge. If I were to defect to Xiqi, it would lead to my parents’ execution. I cannot do that."

Upon hearing this, Nezha laughed and said, "This is easy to solve. Write a letter to Master Wen and Zhaoge, then lead your troops to Xiqi. I will head to Zhaoge to bring your parents here, waiting for you in Xiqi!"

Everyone agreed, and Han Rong joined Huang Feihu in rebelling against Chengtang and headed to Xiqi.

Nezha kept his promise, traveling on the wind. He first went to Zhaoge to bring Han Rong’s parents and wife, and then they all reunited in Xiqi.

In Xiqi, Huang Feihu was entertained by Ji Chang, who gave him the title of "Martial King," rewarded him with a house and money, and helped him settle down.

Nezha, on the other hand, first went to see Jiang Ziya.

Seeing how Jiang Ziya’s residence was now spacious and impressive, much more so than the Li Mansion in Chentang Pass, Nezha laughed and said, "Uncle, now that you’ve been promoted, gotten rich, and remarried, I suppose you’ve forgotten about your nephew."

"Screw you! Although life is good now, I’d rather go back to Yuxu Palace to stoke fires and serve my master, leading to a path of immortality."

Nezha rolled his eyes, familiar enough with this uncle not to be formal: "You can’t understand the Golden Core Method. How will you achieve immortality?"

"How to achieve immortality?"

Jiang Ziya jumped up and cursed: "I am a direct disciple of the Heavenly Venerate! Just one elixir will give me several decades of good life. Do you need to worry about that?"

Nezha was shocked, thinking that if there were indeed such good pills, he would truly join the Chan Sect wholeheartedly and ensure his family had plenty, avoiding future partings.

"You brat, if you have nothing to do, there must be something urgent. That Martial King Huang Feihu, with no connection to you, can’t possibly move you."

"Uncle indeed predicted accurately, but this time it’s for a happy occasion."

Nezha handed over the invitation, which Jiang Ziya examined closely and said, "You brat, are you here because you see me wealthy and want to play the landlord? Fine, I’ll deliver the remaining two invitation cards to Bo Yikao and His Highness of Wen."

After thanking Jiang Ziya, Nezha saw Lv Ping strolling out from the backyard. He was about to leave when Jiang Ziya pulled him back.

"Don’t go yet. Accompany me to fish for a while."

The two gathered their fishing gear and flew to Panxi.

Using two pounds of chicken intestines for bait, they began fishing.

Waiting on them was Jiang Ziya’s new disciple, Wu Ji, who was very enthusiastic and respectfully called the much younger Nezha "senior brother," leaving a good impression.

After Wu Ji walked away, Nezha commented, "He can actually cultivate."

"Yes, cultivation is a gift from the heavens. In the Cultivation World, being smart or skilled in martial arts is useless if you can’t cultivate. Conversely, even a foolish person can become one of us if favored by the universe."

"That may be true, but I haven’t seen many fools who could cultivate."

Jiang Ziya laughed and said, "It’s because you haven’t seen enough. Cultivation requires concentration. The more childlike one is, the faster one progresses. In Yuxu Palace, many are unsophisticated, and even if they are smart, they end up being clever only in cultivation due to their isolation."

Nezha soon caught two perch and laughed: "Uncle, have you encountered any worries?"

"Not really. With money, position, and women, if I complained, what would those still struggling to survive think?"

After saying this, he sighed deeply: "Alas, despite my ambitions, Wen disregards me, and the princely heir is distant. Given my empty title as Doctor, if mistakes occur in the future Divine Enthronement War, I fear my master would blame me, making it tough to return to Yuxu Palace to pursue the Dao."

Hearing this, Nezha comforted him: "Uncle, fortune will follow you in time. Now that Xiqi enjoys peace, you have nothing to do. But when war erupts, won’t it be your time to shine? If Wen and Bo Yikao distance themselves from you, surely someone in Xiqi City still shows you goodwill."

Jiang Ziya thought about Ji Fa and was silent for a long time before saying: "But he is not a wise ruler."

This surprised Nezha since he never had any dealings with Ji Fa.

"But whether that bastard is wise or not doesn’t matter."

Jiang Ziya’s face lit with ambition: "Once I get the commander’s seal and take the world, I will steer it as I see fit. If he becomes emperor, he just needs to enjoy himself and support my decisions."

"Uncle indeed has great ambitions."

"Sure do. Next time, bring Lv Zhu’er. How’s that girl? Haven’t seen her in a while and kind of miss her."

After parting with Jiang Ziya, Nezha went to Qingluan Palace on Phoenix Mountain.

This was the residence of Princess Long Ji, surrounded by celestial air and extraordinary scenery.

From afar, one could see towering peaks adorned with clouds and mist, resembling a fairyland.

The mountains were filled with ancient trees and exotic flowers, emanating a fragrant aroma.

Qingluan Palace perched atop the mountain, its golden buildings resplendent and majestic.

In front of the palace, blue phoenixes danced, their wings vivid and their songs clear, as if welcoming visitors.

If Nezha had been to Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, he would find that this Cave Heaven Blessed Land was no lesser in any way.

He came not to seek Long Ji but to find his friend Ao Yu, who was also a friend of Princess Long Ji.

And speaking of Princess Long Ji, she too had a significant background.

It was said she was the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor and was born to Turquoise Pool Golden Mother. Due to a mistake during the Peach Banquet when serving wine, she was banished to Qingluan Palace on Phoenix Mountain.

Though banished, she was still a saint’s daughter, essentially sent to the mortal world to play, leading a peaceful and serene life.

Nezha stopped at the foot of the mountain, seeing the thick fog ahead. There was a stone stairway leading straight to the sky, so he stepped onto it, enjoying the mountain scenery as he climbed.

After half a day, he caught up with a middle-aged man carrying a shoulder pole up the mountain. The man, seeing Nezha’s regal aura, narrowed his eyes and greeted warmly.

"Uncle, are you also going up the mountain?"

The man said: "Young man, you’re not from around here, are you? My surname is Wang, you can call me Uncle Wang. I am going to the mountain to sell fresh vegetables and fruits to the fairy sisters above in exchange for money to support my family."

Nezha asked: "Are there many female Taoists on this Phoenix Mountain?"

"What?"

Nezha laughed and explained: "I mean female Taoists."

"Lots of them. Each is fair-skinned and beautiful, just too cold. They eat dew and mist daily. When I was younger, I fancied marrying one, almost got my leg broken."

The man laughed, recalling the past: "The people on this mountain are heavenly fairies, impossible to marry someone like me."

Nezha replied: "Not necessarily. Fairies are also people. I’ve heard these female Taoists are simpler than others, making them easier to entice."

"Why didn’t you say so earlier? Brother, I’m married and have an eighteen-year-old son now."

The two joked, and Nezha said, "Well then, let your son try in the future!"

He then asked, "Uncle Wang, this mountain road is steep. I walked half a day and haven’t seen the end. How much longer to Qingluan Palace?"

"Half a day to get here? Young man, you’ve got good stamina."

The man put down his pole to rest and said, "I’ve walked this road for thirty years. It takes me a day and a half to get to this point, and another three days to reach Qingluan Palace. Without enough food, you won’t make it."

Nezha puzzled, "Why so long? Uncle Wang, you carry only about a hundred pounds of vegetables. How much profit do you make from this trip?"

"Not bad, the Taoists are generous."

The man smiled and looked at the mountain road: "Thanks to this mountain path, otherwise, the steep terrain would cost lives."

"The saying goes, ’The next generation shades under the trees the previous one planted.’"

"Indeed, my grandpa said this path took forty years to build, killing two generations."

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