Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 226: Banquet

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Banquet

"Uncle Master, your idea is good, but there’s no need to cry. And please stop wiping your snot on my clothes. This robe was sewn by A Yao for me. If you dirty it, I won’t be polite."

Seeing Nezha smiling, but still feeling a hidden killing intent, Jiang Ziya’s drunkenness instantly cleared up.

He casually pulled the sleeve of a drunk colleague next to him, blew his nose, and sighed, "Alas, I was expelled from the sect by Master. Now I can’t complete the task and have to go back to ask for help. I don’t know what Master will think of me."

Nezha said, "Uncle Master, I think you don’t need to worry about this. The Heavenly Venerate wants you to lead the grand plan of the Divine Enthronement. He must have anticipated this. You just have to go and ask, and you will surely achieve your wish."

"Really?"

"Really."

With Nezha’s assurance, Jiang Ziya felt relieved and decided to bathe and change clothes after sobering up tomorrow, and go back to the sect to find his master.

It had been several years since he left. He wondered how things were in the mountains.

Thinking of this, he smiled helplessly.

What changes could there be?

None, it would remain unchanged for ten thousand years.

In the hall, people were drinking and carousing, Ji Fa was swapping drinks with others, not minding the hair ornaments knocked off his head and his disheveled hair, laughing heartily.

He looked around, wanting to find Nezha, the hero of the day, to drink with, but couldn’t find him.

Where was Nezha?

He had already gone out.

This kind of lively scene was neither to his liking nor something he was used to.

He liked drinking with friends, but if he had to mingle hypocritically with a crowd at a drinking party, he’d rather go on the battlefield and fight.

He wandered outside, not recognizing the way, and eventually found himself in the palace garden of Xiqi.

The moonlight was like gauze of mermaid’s tears, draping over the bluestones of the winding corridor.

The millennium-old wisteria vines twisted like dragon claws; from the crevices of a rockery, blue fireflies emerged. A closer look revealed they were blind swimming fish in the half-dried lotus pond, their scales reflecting the moon’s glow, casting a bizarre scene of star mosaics on the water.

An ancient tree with silver veins stood in the northwest corner, its knotty trunk resembling a meditating old monk. When the night wind blew, a faint chime sound seemed to be heard.

"It’s a good place."

Nezha thought to himself but didn’t speak out loud, for he heard someone’s faint breathing, even though he didn’t see anyone.

Turns out there was someone in this quiet garden.

Life is often like this: when you want solitude, there seems to be always someone around; when you want to talk, there’s no appropriate person around.

But who knew the other person had also seen Nezha.

Not because of any extraordinary insight, but because they had been following Nezha since he left the palace.

Facing each other, Nezha saw an elegantly dressed woman, with a beautiful face and noble demeanor.

As he was about to explain he had come here by mistake, the woman rushed into his embrace in a few steps.

"You’re such a beautiful girl, and without a knife. How can you be an assassin?"

Hearing Nezha’s voice, the girl felt her heart melt. "Are you Nezha?" she asked.

"Of course, I’m Nezha. Who are you?"

Upon hearing Nezha’s affirmative answer, the girl hugged him tighter and laughed, "It’s good that you’re Nezha. Don’t worry about who I am. The moon is perfect, no one is around. Why don’t we become lovers for a night and forget about each other tomorrow. Isn’t that a good thing?"

Nezha thought, although you look good and such an offer is a godsend for someone experienced like me, he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

So he said, "If I were to marry someone, I would like to know who they are."

"You’re quite peculiar. Do I look ugly?"

Nezha looked into her eyes and thought that this face was flawless. The soft flesh pressed against him was also comfortably enticing.

He said, "You should know the answer to that yourself."

"Exactly. If it were anyone else, seeing someone so beautiful throwing themselves at them, they would have torn my clothes off long ago. Yet you insist on knowing who I am."

With an extremely calm gaze, Nezha said, "So, who are you exactly?"

"I just like heroes. If you have to ask, I can only tell you that I am the princess of Xiqi."

Nezha laughed, "You’re Ji Fa’s woman?"

He thought, Uncle Master was indeed right. Ji Fa might not be great, but he sure has good taste in women.

"Uh-huh."

The girl nodded, her face against Nezha’s chest, feeling the warmth through his clothes and his slowly, heavily beating heart. She began to breathe heavily.

Seeing Nezha still unresponsive, she looked up in confusion, "Isn’t this enough?"

"It is, but we are not alone in this garden. If you don’t mind being seen by others and risking your life tomorrow, I don’t care. Whether you live or die is irrelevant to me."

Her heart skipped a beat. She looked around nervously, then sighed in relief, "You’re scaring me. There’s no one else here."

"You dared to seek me out at night, so you must be bold. Why would I scare you? Just listen, there are footsteps over there."

Listening, she indeed heard footsteps, her face turned pale, she screamed, lifted her skirt, and ran away.

Nezha watched and shook his head with a smile, thinking how chaotic the back palace of Xiqi was.

He then said, "Come out."

"It’s only been a few days and you’ve already reached the Golden Immortal Realm, leaving me behind."

The one who appeared in the garden was Princess Ao Yu.

When friends come from afar, Nezha was naturally very happy, saying with a smile, "I thought I’d have to drink alone under the moon tonight. You arrived just in time. Let me quietly fetch two jars of wine, and let’s drink freely."

Walking side by side, Ao Yu also saw the bustling hall and said, "It seems there are many mundane people tonight as well."

"Maybe I’m too pretentious."

Ao Yu gave him a sideways glance, "You don’t want to ask why I’m here?"

"Do you also want to join the Divine Enthronement War?" Nezha could only think of this.

Ao Yu laughed, "Are you a worm in my stomach? How could you guess that?"

Nezha was puzzled, "The Divine Enthronement War is extremely dangerous. Few live to be enthroned, and even if they do, they face many restrictions. The Little Dragon Girl I know wouldn’t waste effort on this."

"If it were just for myself, I wouldn’t get involved. But the relationship between the Dragon Palace, the Chan Sect, and the Jie Sect is strained. Even the Demon Race doesn’t acknowledge us. If we can establish connections with the Heavenly Court and have a few people to speak for us, it would be great for the Dragon Clan’s future."

Hearing this, Nezha felt a heaviness in his heart. Looking at Ao Yu, her light blue eyes seemed to glow in the night, clear and bright.

Ao Yu also looked at him, and after a long time, they both laughed.

Ao Yu said, "I shouldn’t have spoken of this tonight. Hurry, fetch the wine, we won’t return sober!"

Nezha laughed and went back to the palace, bringing three jars of wine and finding a stone platform to sit on.

The amber liquid poured into the Cold Jade Cup, startling the reflected moon into fragments like silver scales.

Ao Yu’s wide sleeves brushed over the stone table, her dangling pearls stirring the starry light on the ground.

Despite drinking alone in the palace for a long time without getting drunk, Nezha became tipsy after just half a pot with Ao Yu, his close friend, and his tongue began to loosen.

"Little Dragon Girl, you’re too stubborn. The one leading the Divine Enthronement War is my uncle master. If we build a good relationship, it’s all up to him during the enthronement, isn’t it?"

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