Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 229: Heaven and Earth, A Furnace; All Beings, Kindling!

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Heaven and Earth, A Furnace; All Beings, Kindling!

Shen Gongbao’s disciple was named You Xuan. He had silver hair and red eyes, wore a black robe embroidered with gold thread, and had twelve Soul Refining Copper Coins hanging from his waist.

You Xuan was a half-demon.

His mother was a branch of the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox, and his father was a defector sword cultivator from Kunlun Mountain who had been on good terms with Shen Gongbao.

Over the past fifteen years, Shen Gongbao had poured all his knowledge into You Xuan.

You Xuan was intelligent, and his abilities were even stronger than the Spirit Pearl under Master Taiyi’s tutelage.

You Xuan had immense respect for Shen Gongbao, viewing him as erudite and wise.

But today, he himself felt that his thoughts were somewhat rebellious.

He also believed:

That what Shen Gongbao did was rather foolish.

"Do you think I’m foolish?" Shen Gongbao said in a deep voice.

"Disciple wouldn’t dare." You Xuan hurriedly knelt down.

"Wouldn’t dare?"

Shen Gongbao kicked You Xuan to the ground: "If you don’t even dare to do that, what use are you?"

You Xuan knelt down again, his heart trembling.

Shen Gongbao glared at him and said coldly, "Do you think that your master doesn’t know this battle can’t be won?"

"But master, since you know, then why... why?"

You Xuan didn’t understand. Then Shen Gongbao grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and pressed him against the wall. The force was so great it almost embedded him into the rock.

"Fool!"

"You fool! Don’t you get it yet? We’ve always been like this. We cultivate so we aren’t bullied.

Can’t win?

Victory and defeat often change in an instant. As long as you fight, there’s a chance."

With the repeated calls of "fool," Shen Gongbao’s voice grew louder, and his shadow grew longer.

"But if we join the Divine Enthronement war, wouldn’t it be easier to stand on Xiqi’s side?" You Xuan, out of concern for Shen Gongbao, mustered the courage to ask again.

"Good disciple, don’t you get it yet? Those battles that seem easy to win are Jiang Ziya’s to fight, they wouldn’t even involve us! Only those battles that look unwinnable are ours to fight. Only by winning such battles will others respect us!"

You Xuan was in immense pain at the moment. He looked at the raging Shen Gongbao, lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Master, didn’t you always say that a cultivator should only care about themselves, that others are external? Why does others’ opinion matter so much?"

But when he looked up, he found that Shen Gongbao had already left the cave.

If this matter were someone else’s, Shen Gongbao would see it clearly. But when it was his own turn, no matter what, even if he bit down on all his teeth, he still couldn’t let go.

Moreover, a few days ago, in the Eight Hundred Miles of Pine Forest, he had met Nezha.

Since ancient times, once an Outer Heaven Demon appears, the path of the Heavenly Dao becomes unpredictable. No matter which side Nezha stands on, as long as he is alive, unpredictability remains, and he might not necessarily lose!

The heavens are a roaring furnace, all beings are fuel.

Who can escape?

...

As Jiang Ziya carried the Investiture of the Gods list and traveled by Earth Style towards the East Sea, he soon saw a strange and rugged mountain with high peaks. It was extraordinary.

He was captivated by the beautiful scenery, so he stopped and thought to himself, "When will my earthly affairs be resolved so that I can come here to sit quietly, practice Daoism, and recite the "Yellow Court"? That is my true wish."

Before he finished speaking, he saw giant waves parting in front of him, revealing a bare buttock.

The figure with the bare buttock shouted for help upon seeing Jiang Ziya, saying, "Great Immortal, save me! I have been trapped here for a thousand years and cannot escape. Recently, Qingxu Daoist forewarned that today, at this hour, a master would pass by and told me to serve well. I hope the master can show great power and save lost souls, freeing me from this sea of suffering. This grace will never be forgotten!"

Ziya asked, "Who are you?"

The figure with the bare buttock replied, "I am Bai Jian, the general under Emperor Xuan Yuan. Because I greatly defeated Chi You, I was hit by a fire weapon and fell into the sea, unable to escape for a thousand years. I earnestly beg the master to guide me to a blessed land, the grace is like being reborn!"

"So it’s Bai Jian. I know you. Wait, after I rescue you, go to Xiqi Mountain and wait for my orders!"

Jiang Ziya said, raised his hand, and used the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart Method. There was a thunderous roar, and light emanated from all directions, immediately breaking the barrier and rescuing Bai Jian.

After rescuing Bai Jian, he also went to Xiqi Mountain. Just as he reached the mountain top, suddenly a strong wind arose.

Ziya looked carefully, realizing it was the Five Gods, whom he had subdued at his brother Song Yiren’s house in Zhaoge. They had earlier borrowed Nezha to repair the house and were now waiting for him here.

The Five Gods shouted loudly, "Back in the day in Zhaoge, we were indebted to our master for his guidance. We waited here at Xiqi Mountain, and today, as our master arrives, we welcome you specially."

Seeing these disciples still showing respect, Jiang Ziya was pleased and smiled, "You come at the right time. I will choose an auspicious day to build the Enfeoffment Platform here, supervised by Bai Jian, and you will construct it. Once it’s completed, hang the Investiture of the Gods list, and you will benefit in the future."

Jiang Ziya returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion and did not see Nezha, only learning that Nezha had returned to the Outer World Town. He then went to the court to discuss follow-up plans to repel enemies with Ji Fa.

Nezha went back home and chatted with his mother, Lady Yin, in the garden, while Qiu Chuyao was entertaining a guest in Nezha’s courtyard.

This guest was none other than Princess Ao Yu of the Dragon Palace, the "Little Dragon Girl" often mentioned by Nezha.

Qiu Chuyao dared not neglect her, but she was also very curious about who this "Little Dragon Girl" was that made her husband think of her constantly and praise her.

While curious, she was also very envious.

Qiu Chuyao felt she was an ordinary mortal, ultimately destined to die. Even without considering death, in another twenty years, Nezha would still look like a young man, but she would be old and withered. At that time, would Nezha still treat her as he does now?

To expect him to remain unchanged seemed unfair to him.

However, in love, fairness seemed to be the least important thing.

Qiu Chuyao also thought about cultivating. She even seriously pleaded with Nezha at night, while in bed, to examine her meridians inch by inch, only to conclude that she had no aptitude for cultivation.

As Qiu Chuyao felt curious, so did Ao Yu.

Nezha’s ’wife’ was indeed beautiful, but except for having a bigger chest than herself, her face was less attractive.

Her knowledge was not as extensive as hers, and Nezha was a cultivator; the topics they could discuss were certainly fewer than she and Nezha.

But somehow, she ’lost.’

Or rather, she never even had a chance.

They chatted for a while. Qiu Chuyao talked about the newborn eight-pound big boy from a family in Outer World Town, while the Little Dragon Girl spoke about Princess Long Ji’s complaints about the Heavenly Emperor’s affair with Chang’e in Qingluan Palace. Heaven and earth mixed, surprisingly harmonious.

At night, everyone dined together, with Nezha cooking.

He thought he could show off his skills, but when he started cooking, he found that even the spices in the Fengshen World were different from those in the world he usually cooked in.

In a flurry, he cooked over ten dishes, but only two or three were edible.

Not wanting the large family to go hungry, he kicked the fat chef secretly laughing at him to quickly prepare a few more good dishes.

That night, he and Qiu Chuyao had an intimate reunion, doing it several times, leaving the young girl too weak to move. Only then did they have a chance to lie together and chat.

Nezha felt very content.

But he also knew well that this kind of peaceful life wouldn’t last long.

The Divine Enthronement battle, he had already chosen his side.

Now that Zhang Guifang had been captured alive, he wondered how the situation would change going forward.

Should Lu Xiong be appointed as general, with Fei Zhong and You Hun as advisers?

Or should Master Wen go to the West Sea Nine Dragon Island to invite the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island for support?

Nezha wasn’t particularly worried.

Although it seemed that Xiqi only had him as a capable cultivator at the moment, when the real battle began, the various forces of the Chan Sect would surely come to help.

The girl in his arms turned over and softly moaned. Unconsciously, she had fallen asleep.

Through the thin curtains, one could feel the intensity of the night outside.

However, Nezha did not expect that the course of events would turn out to be somewhat different from what he had imagined.

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