Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 217: The Origin

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: The Origin

As they entered the palace, it was even more magnificent than the outside, but besides this grandeur, it lacked a certain human touch, rendering it somewhat cold and desolate.

Nezha also dared not think too much, thinking perhaps these heavenly immortals preferred such coldness, believing the more it is, the more it suits their style.

Unlike himself, who preferred the bustling and lively atmosphere at Outer World Town and Zhaoge South Gate, if he had to stay here long-term, he would go mad.

After a few glances, he realized that this Princess Long Ji’s cultivation had probably reached the Golden Immortal Realm, otherwise, she wouldn’t have previously mentioned that Ao Yu’s cultivation was insufficient.

If they were to actually fight, even if he and Ao Yu combined forces, they might not be a match for her. Of course, this is if he didn’t use the ’Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler.’

But after all, as the Saint’s own daughter, she probably had other means of self-defense.

It was said that Princess Long Ji was demoted to the mortal realm for a mistake made during the feast at the Turquoise Pool, perhaps because of this, there was not a drop of wine to be found in the entire Qingluan Palace, despite hundreds of cultivators residing there.

At this moment, what everyone at the banquet was drinking was neither wine nor tea, but Spirit Liquid Dew collected from the tips of young grass in the early morning. It tasted sweet and mellow, invigorating the energy within.

After some casual conversation, everyone gradually became familiar with each other. Princess Long Ji then asked, "Nezha, what brings you to my palace today? Surely it’s not solely because you miss your dear sister?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Yu instantly glared at her, but knew herself not to be as quick-tongued as Long Ji, so she waited for Nezha to respond.

Facing the possibility of dying was surely uncomfortable, but it was most likely just his imagination, the Little Dragon Girl liked him, how was this different from Liu Yifei liking him in his past life?

He respectfully handed over two large red invitations, which these two in front of him had not seen in hundreds of years, thus not recognizing what they were. Upon reading them, Nezha immediately felt the atmosphere in the hall shift.

"You are getting married! Congratulations, congratulations." While saying her congratulations, Long Ji glanced towards Ao Yu.

Ao Yu’s face turned icy cold, but quickly returned to normal. Her pale blue eyes were as clear as the sky, and as deep as the sea, she looked at Nezha, "Congratulations, I will certainly attend then."

Seeing Ao Yu’s expression soften, both Nezha and Long Ji let out a sigh of relief.

"It is an honor to have the two princesses grace us with your presence."

"Alas, it’s a pity. Such an outstanding young man is to become a husband after just one meeting, not leaving even a single thought for others. This princess thought she might have had a chance."

Princess Long Ji continued with a smile, "Which sect does the fortunate lady belong to, to have earned your affection?"

"She has no sect."

Upon mentioning Qiu Chuyao, a sincere smile naturally appeared on Nezha’s face. Ao Yu, listening intently, also saw his true feelings.

Princess Long Ji continued to ask, "Is she a Loose Cultivator?"

"No, she is not a cultivator, she is a mortal."

"A mortal!" Princess Long Ji’s face instantly turned cold.

Nezha didn’t know, but because of Ao Yu, Long Ji was also close to him. However, the disdain of the taoist nun he met at the gate for mortals was not entirely without influence from Princess Long Ji.

She said, "Nezha, I have heard of your deeds from Ao Yu and know that you are a young hero.

You are young and your cultivation progresses rapidly.

In terms of luck and talent, others can hardly compare to you. Even if it is to satisfy carnal desires, mortal women are filthy, let alone marrying one? You are truly foolish!"

Before Nezha could argue, Ao Yu spoke first.

She had lived with Nezha in Zhaoge City for a period, and had a different view. Not wanting Nezha to quarrel with Long Ji, she said, "You chatterbox, when we discussed the Dao earlier, didn’t you say that one must understand things clearly first? How can you now be so arbitrary and prejudiced? How many mortals have you befriended?"

"Sister, you may be mistaken. Mortals have short lifespans, no different from insects and mice."

Since meeting Nezha, Princess Long Ji was stern for the first time. She said, "Nezha, although we have no past grievances, out of Daoist goodwill, I must advise you. Immortals and mortals will always remain separate, mortals are inherently inferior, their flesh is foul, they exist to serve our kind. Even looking at them spoils the eyes, let alone sharing a bed and living together."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, I disagree."

Nezha could not understand why Princess Long Ji held such a strong prejudice against mortals.

Even if her words were not aimed at him, Nezha himself had risen from being a mortal, and most of his close ones were mortals, all of whom had feelings and righteousness. So hearing her speak like this, he was naturally displeased.

He wanted to argue, but thought:

This Princess Long Ji would later descend to assist Jiang Ziya in the campaign against Chengtang, yet due to the decree of Yue Lao, she married Chengtang’s general Hong Jin, whom she had captured herself.

Although Hong Jin practiced heretical ways, he was a low-level cultivator and his lifespan was the same as a mortal.

You value the difference between immortals and mortals, yet in the end married a mortal and both died in battle. Could this not be retribution?

Seeing Nezha unwilling to listen, Princess Long Ji sighed, agreeing to attend his celebration. After that, Nezha took his leave of Qingluan Palace.

As he left, Ao Yu escorted him out and asked, "Your marriage came so suddenly, who is Qiu Chuyao? You’ve never mentioned her before. Should we blame you for this?"

"Not just blame, I deserve a beating. How about you give me a thrashing?"

Seeing Nezha jesting, her heart fathomed it.

As Nezha thought, she originally only had cultivation in her heart, befriending Nezha brought joy and freedom, initially thinking nothing more of it.

But since the invitation to Qingluan Palace, things had changed.

She and Princess Long Ji, although different in status and cultivation, were long-time friends who confided in each other about everything.

Seeing her mention Nezha frequently with a radiant smile, Long Ji teasingly pointed out her feelings.

Once a maiden’s heart is clarified, it undergoes all kinds of changes.

Ao Yu, being straightforward, decided to tell Nezha her feelings the next time they met, to clear any entanglements that might hinder her cultivation.

But who would have imagined that the much-anticipated ’next meeting’ would come with Nezha’s wedding invitation, truly fate’s trick.

Understanding this, she sincerely wished Nezha well, thinking that afterwards she could cultivate in peace, which was a good thing.

Yet, esteemed readers, once a bond is formed, it is not easily cast aside.

Ao Yu asked, "This farewell is easier than the first. Have you set a date for the reunion, and have you informed all your friends and family?"

"Thank you for your concern, most have been informed, but some friends wander the Four Seas and cannot be found at present."

Saying this, Nezha thought of Wu Xiang Monk.

Is he still wandering, seeking the prophesied one who knows everything since birth? Is he successful?

Meanwhile, at Skull Mountain, Shi Ji reopened her cave.

She had received Nezha’s invitation but did not plan to go, instead letting her two apprentices attend.

This turned into another mess.

Bi Yun, not mushroom-hunting today, guarded his senior, worriedly saying, "Senior Sister, stop sharpening your knife. Master sent us to congratulate, not to kill. You’re scaring me."

"You’re siding with others; are you my junior brother or Nezha’s? This heartless man, deserting me, deserves to die!"

Hearing this and seeing Cai Yun’s fierce look, Bi Yun shivered, wondering if his sister had gone mad.

Wasn’t Nezha her enemy, why was he suddenly ungrateful?

Did he miss something while faint from eating mushrooms?

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