Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 223: Ulterior Motives

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Ulterior Motives

As soon as these words were spoken, Helan Ren’s pupils shook, and he slowly crawled up from the ground.

The Nezha before him indeed appeared under twenty years old, with vigorous energy like a dragon, full of life.

Merely under twenty and a Golden Immortal, isn’t this somewhat too incredible?

In fact, mainly because Nezha was too lazy to explain, otherwise, he would have told them he had just turned eleven, and if he said he matured early, they probably wouldn’t believe him either.

"Earlier, the Independent Immortal who underwent tribulation is your master?"

With these words, a faint air of sorrow surfaced in the atmosphere.

Like congealing blood, the setting sun sank towards distant mountains, the last streaks of orange light brushed past the withered willow branches.

Seeing these grieving adults before him, Nezha couldn’t help but ache in his head, saying, "All of you have the ability to fly and hide, now your master is dead, you’d better return to your sect to report to the elders and make a decision then."

He didn’t know whether these people would listen to him, he looked up to see a trembling little girl crying nearby.

Seeing her age, about the same as his Ayao, he couldn’t help but feel pained.

Nezha moved like lightning, instantly appearing before her, gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eye and said, "It’s natural to be sad when close ones pass away, go back and cry, if you cry now, you will harm your eyes."

The girl trembled and raised her head, her red eyes looked at Nezha, softly saying, "I am Sui Yun, from today, I shall never cry again, my master died under this tribulation cloud today, one day, I must break through to the Golden Immortal Realm to overcome the thunder tribulation for him!"

Wait a minute, isn’t it too sudden to say such things to a stranger like me.

Nezha was silent for a long time, finally squeezed out a word, "Okay."

In the sect, Sui Yue, the laziest and worst talented female disciple, kept claiming she would break through to the Golden Immortal Realm.

The fellow disciples present didn’t take her words seriously, all their attention was on the Golden Immortal Realm cultivator before them.

Golden Immortal.

Comprehending the Heaven and Earth Dao laws completely shedding off the mortal shell.

If the Third Elder just broke through to the Golden Immortal Realm, Yunshan Sect could instantly become the leader among the twelve sects of Wutou Mountain again, even unifying them.

"Master above, receive Sui Yun’s bow!"

Seeing the young girl suddenly kneeling on the ground, Nezha’s eyes widened, he took a deep breath and said, "Isn’t your master just dead, it’s not good to worship me as master now, right?"

"Master has exceptional talent, following master is the only hope to break through to the Golden Immortal!"

"Even if it means betraying the sect for this?"

The girl named Sui Yun suddenly said, "I’m only worshiping you as master, how is it considered betraying the sect?"

"No matter how you put it, the nature is the same, even if I take you as a disciple, I won’t help a sect I’ve never heard of because of you."

Nezha’s voice suddenly turned cold, "Moreover, have you thought about, if your action is akin to betraying the sect, with so many senior brothers and sisters here, what will you do if I don’t take you?"

Sui Yue gritted her teeth, "If you don’t take me, I’ll die right here!"

Everyone around looked at their junior sister with strange eyes, for a moment it was like not recognizing her.

People move upward, water flows downward.

Being an unappreciated hidden disciple in a third-rate sect, without any resources for cultivation, couldn’t compare to worshiping a powerful Golden Immortal as master.

Whether serving tea and water by his side, or being a bed-warming concubine, was better than the current situation.

Only they didn’t notice that the little junior sister before them, though she had stopped crying, was trembling more than before.

Not for anything else, just because she met Nezha’s eyes.

Sui Yun wondered why this person’s eyes were purely black, like the legendary Kua Fu, so dignified, so... hateful!

Nezha also looked into her eyes, finally slowly said, "Since that’s so, then die."

Turning around, he rose into the air, feeling respect for the elder who dared to challenge heaven, his goodwill towards Yunshan Sect’s young cultivators instantly vanished.

"Really leaving?" Zi Chen asked.

"Xiqi can’t wait for long."

"Joking too much can turn unfunny, when you received Jiang Ziya’s letter, didn’t you say even if you don’t go, he’d seek help from Yuxu Palace?"

Nezha thought of his troublesome uncle and sighed, "Ah, I still can’t leave him at ease."

"The young girl, so resolute earlier; it’s clear she has broken ties with the sect, if you don’t take her in, her future days will be tough."

"Self-inflicted suffering."

Zi Chen continued, "Though lacking talent, her figure and appearance aren’t bad, taking her in as a maid and slowly teaching her would be enjoyable."

"You really live long and know much."

Nezha retorted, "Poor talent is a small matter, but she seems innocent and carefree, yet truly has bad intentions, better stay far from such people."

"Didn’t realize you understand this at your age, thought you had the mindset of a stud who’d jump any female."

"How could you misunderstand me so!"

"Seeing your friends, mostly female, rarely males, will surely be big trouble in the future."

Nezha coughed, "Only friends, don’t dare let Ayao hear this."

In their banter, Nezha had reached Xiqi City, where Zhang Guifang’s army was already arrayed outside the city, spears and halberds like a forest, the killing intent shook the heavens.

A hundred thousand soldiers in orderly formation, integrated with arrays, their momentum even stronger than ordinary Golden Immortals.

Nezha viewed from the clouds above, found it interesting, on closer inspection, he noticed:

Among Zhang Guifang’s army, besides ordinary armored soldiers, there were many strange beings and demons, even without cultivation, stronger than ordinary God Absorption Realm cultivators.

On the other side, Xiqi’s forces also lined up, enforcing strict discipline, with grandeur on both sides, advance and retreat governed. Golden-helmed ones were heroic, silver-helmed ones gallant, clearly showing Jiang Ziya’s strict military control.

Then saw Ziya, riding a blue-maned horse, dressed in Taoist attire, with silver whiskers and holding a treasure sword.

This move was proposed by a cultivator within the city, who claimed to have skills to capture Zhang Guifang, thus Xiqi came out to battle.

Focusing his gaze, he saw the cultivator, seven feet tall, with jade-like face and an eerie red cinnabar mark on his brow. His green robe fluttered without wind, and his waist hung not an ordinary jade pendant, but a bronze bell, with dark patterns flowing, seemingly filled with countless wandering souls.

"This mission relies entirely on Yu Zhenzi, my friend," Jiang Ziya saluted from horseback.

"Marshal, rest assured, Zhang Guifang’s head will fall this battle!"

Among the armies, Yu Zhenzi showed no fear, after returning Jiang Ziya’s salute, he urged his horse forward and shouted, "Zhang Guifang, come out and die!"

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