Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 215: Female Cultivator in the Mountains

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Female Cultivator in the Mountains

Building roads and bridges is a great benefit to future generations, even if it means losing lives.

But the road on Phoenix Mountain, aside from a few people, how many would actually walk it?

Nezha remained silent after hearing this. The event had passed so long ago that it was hard to distinguish right from wrong. A thousand lives were but a few light words in the man’s mouth. Once these people died, no one would even remember this matter.

He just hoped that one day, when his uncle Jiang Ziya gained power, he would still not change his ambition to benefit the people of the world.

Nezha took the carrying pole from the man and the two of them walked side by side.

The journey was silent, the mountain path steep, but fortunately, the scenery was picturesque with towering ancient trees.

The man looked up through the dappled shadow of the trees and said with a smile, "Let’s walk for about another quarter of an hour, there’s a turn ahead with a pond, and in the pond is Biyun Pavilion. I usually deliver the fruits and vegetables there and call it a day. If you want to go up the mountain, just ask those celestial sisters to let you ride an immortal crane."

Nezha thanked the man and then asked, "Uncle Wang, are all the girls on this mountain so beautiful?"

"Hehe, to say they’re all very pretty, that’s not necessarily true. It’s just they don’t have to work for their lives, and like you, they’re fair and clean, which makes them much more pleasing to the eye."

The man laughed naively, and Nezha followed suit. Ever since coming to this world, he indeed hadn’t done much work.

And with his current body, even if he did work, the wind and rain wouldn’t make him age at all.

"Uncle Wang, no wonder you couldn’t win over a female Taoist in your younger days. You have to flatter women; you’re supposed to flatter them so much that they get confused. Then, they’ll believe whatever you say."

"Nonsense, do you think your Uncle Wang is foolish? Talking like this in front of you is one thing, but in front of the girls, I’d say something different. But it’s not what you think at all."

After climbing the mountain for a whole day, they didn’t see Ao Yu or the legendary Princess Long Ji. They only saw from a distance three or five female Taoists in red Daoist robes playing and laughing with a nest of rabbits.

The female Taoists had fair skin and delicate bodies, their Daoist robes slit up to their thighs, occasionally blown open by the cold mountain wind, revealing long, white legs.

This scene, for an Uncle Wang who had farmed his whole life, naturally made him think they were gods providing benefits.

According to Uncle Wang, on this mountain, not having to work yet having money to spend and food to eat, was truly the life of a celestial being.

But Nezha observed that these female Taoists were quite ordinary-looking, not as good as the several housemaids back home.

Uncle Wang put down the basket next to him, bowed respectfully, and said, "Wang Quan’an, a villager from Sanshui Village at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, pays respects to the immortal sisters. According to the agreement with the immortal sisters, 108 jin of fresh fruits and vegetables have been delivered. Please check."

"What’s there to check? Even if you had more courage, you wouldn’t dare to deceive us. Just put the basket down and go down the mountain."

The one speaking was on duty today and in a bad mood. Preoccupied with teasing the rabbits, she didn’t even look up. But the two younger girls beside her tugged at her sleeve and pointed, saying, "Sister, look, look."

The woman looked up but didn’t see the man delivering the vegetables, only the slender, handsome Nezha in his brocade robe.

Just Nezha’s appearance made them happy.

She thought if he were a mortal from down the mountain, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring him up for some fun. Just as she was about to ask who Nezha was, the man delivering the vegetables said, "Ladies, I don’t dare waste your time. Please give the vegetable money, and I’ll be on my way."

"Vegetable money?"

The female Taoist was taken aback, thinking these mortals were really inconvenient, and coldly said, "Almost forgot, here, take this. The gold from the princess is being saved for making hairpins, and we are short on funds."

Wang Quan’an received a dark elixir the female Taoist threw over, confused, "What is this?"

"Seclusion pill. Take one, and you won’t feel hunger or thirst for seven days. Get through these seven days, and when you bring vegetables next time, we’ll definitely give you silver."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan’an’s face turned as red as a beet.

His whole family relied on him for survival. Not giving him money and only this dark elixir was simply unacceptable.

Even if he didn’t get hungry, it only meant he alone wouldn’t be.

Yet he didn’t dare say anything, had to swallow his grievances, and just endure these seven days to deliver the vegetables again.

He bowed, turned around to go down the mountain, but Nezha grabbed his hand.

"Thank you for your care along the way, Uncle Wang."

Wang Quan’an was stunned. It turned out Nezha had secretly slipped a piece of silver into his hand.

His eyes welled up with tears, and the upright man almost cried on the spot. He thanked Nezha and went into the mist without looking back.

Though Nezha could make these Taoists hand over the gold, he thought of what Wang Quan’an said. He had been delivering vegetables for decades, and his family lived on it.

Nezha thought: Being gods, I don’t ask you to consider ordinary people, but at least keep your promises.

The female Taoist had no idea what Nezha was thinking, only amazed at his handsome appearance, and asked, "Young man, where are you from? Don’t you know Phoenix Mountain belongs to the immortal family? How could you just barge in recklessly?"

If he was alone and hadn’t encountered this situation, hearing the Taoist speak like this, Nezha might have only bantered with them. But seeing their previous actions had upset him.

He smiled and said, "I heard the Taoist priestesses on Phoenix Mountain are beautiful, so I wanted to come up and steal a few to take home as wives."

These Taoists had been living on the mountain for so long that they were used to looking down on people. Hearing Nezha’s teasing words, they didn’t react at first, then exchanged glances and showed displeasure.

"Where did this fool with sharp tongue and daring come from?"

Nezha cupped his hands and smiled, "Nezha of the Chan Sect, greetings to the immortal sisters."

"Chan Sect? Ha, I thought you were some rogue scoundrel. What is the Chan Sect worth!"

Goodness, Nezha thought there’s no way he could outmatch her in terms of arrogance.

He laughed, "You’re right, the Chan Sect isn’t worth much. Look, I’ve been climbing the mountain all day, and my back hurts. You, come here and massage my legs. And you over there, yes, you, with the big chest, come and rub my shoulders."

Nezha pointed at the two of them, then turned to the one with the worst expression and said, "You, you’re too old and your cultivation is low. You’re not fit to massage my shoulders. Go, get some hot water for me to bathe."

"You’re courting death!"

He didn’t really mean those words.

These three female Taoists had been cultivating for a short time, just entering the God Absorption Realm. The leading one, although almost twenty-seven or eight years old, had a figure and face far beyond the younger ones.

She was a rare beauty. Seeing her sitting in the pavilion earlier, her back touching the blue stone bench, the curve was so round and firm, one couldn’t help but want to touch it two more times.

In this, Nezha could only compare it to that gluttonous Yumao’er from Spring Breeze Building.

But lost in his imagination, the immortal sister’s "courting death" wasn’t a joke.

Her straw shoes stepped on the mountain stone, her whole body rushed toward him, and the horsetail whisk in her hand swiped toward his face with a piercing force!

Nezha’s pupils shrank:

Goodness, he didn’t expect what seemed harmless, this horsetail whisk hid numerous blades. If it hit, there would be dozens of cuts in an instant.

Nezha didn’t want to dodge, fearing he might ruin his clothes, so he extended his hand, one grabbing the female Taoist’s delicate wrist, the other running along the horsetail whisk to remove all the blades.

The wrist in his hand felt like a dry twig, and he felt a little more force would break her arm.

These female Taoists only knew how to cultivate in the mountains, with no combat skills. Though they knew some Daoist arts, they couldn’t fight.

Even a mortal without martial arts but some tricks could subdue them.

Nezha pulled the female Taoist into his arms, squeezed her flesh, and coldly laughed, "My uncle once said, this mountain cultivators are ignorant of world affairs, many are fools, I didn’t believe it. Turns out I have limited experience indeed."

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