Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 242 Jinzha

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 Jinzha

The two met, and there wasn’t the inherent closeness one might expect from shared blood.

But looking at each other’s faces, the slightly protruding cheekbones on either side of their faces, in the moment their eyes met, they immediately confirmed each other’s identity.

"Big brother." Nezha spoke first.

"Third brother!!!"

Nezha already had the appearance of a young man, but Jinzha, who was not much older, looked even more mature.

He embraced Nezha in one go, his throat producing a dull sound of dislocation, like the snapping of lute strings inside his chest.

He quickly withdrew his hands, his knuckles pressing hard against his eye sockets, but couldn’t stop the tears from soaking his clothes—each drop leaving a rough, salty crescent mark on the silk.

"Third brother, I heard about our father, our father! I am such an unfilial son!" Jinzha’s tears poured out like a fountain, and he wailed loudly.

"Big brother, please restrain your grief. Father’s spirit in heaven won’t be at ease seeing you like this."

So you knew after all.

Nezha thought. If he hadn’t just seen his big brother’s lecherous expression while frolicking with a female cultivator here at this place of cultivation, he would have almost believed his brother’s grief to be genuine.

Indeed, Jinzha and Muzha were taken to the mountain for cultivation since they could remember, and probably only had a vague impression of Li Jing and his wife. How much true emotion could there be?

"Third brother, you’re right. It’s your big brother who lost his composure. You’ve come at the right time. Five Dragon Mountain is a human paradise with beautiful scenery. Let me take you around!"

Looking at Jinzha’s instantly changing mood, Nezha found it peculiar.

After a series of encounters, Nezha had already reached the Golden Immortal Realm, but his big brother Jinzha, who practiced diligently in the mountain every day and wasn’t much older, had also achieved the Golden Immortal status. Was he truly such a genius?

As if perceiving his thoughts, Zi Chen transmitted a message in Nezha’s mind: "Your big brother’s realm is hollow, his body weak, and the only solid thing about him is the top-grade Golden Core within him."

Nezha responded with a slight hum, recalling the words of Yuanshi Tianzun in the Yuxu Palace.

In recent centuries, the Chan Sect used countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to help disciples who showed promise in forming top-grade Golden Cores.

Some of them, who were perhaps to join the Divine Enthronement battle, might have other arrangements, such as receiving elixirs to help them reach higher realms.

Even the most illusory Golden Immortal was still a Golden Immortal. With a quick thought, the Primordial Spirit Sword could slay Golden Core cultivators, and once firmly entrenched in Dao principles, independent immortals were like clay chickens and pottery dogs before him.

Nezha said, "Thank you for your kind invitation, big brother, but I have other matters I need to attend to."

"Hahaha, we are family. Why are you being so polite, third brother? It’s just a small request, and if it’s within my ability, I’ll certainly help."

Seeing Jinzha pat his chest in assurance, Nezha’s mood lightened, thinking that if so, not just fooling around with female cultivators at Five Dragon Mountain, they could next time visit Zhaoge City where he was familiar, and he would take him to Spring Breeze Building to see Yumao’er.

He said, "Big brother, King Zhou is tyrannical, plundering the world to serve a despot—"

"Wait, you want to talk about the Divine Enthronement War, right?" Jinzha furrowed his brow slightly.

Nezha smiled, "Indeed, the Divine Enthronement War has begun. Previously, the Demon Four Generals at Jiameng Pass wreaked havoc with their treasures, and Xiqi City is in imminent danger. I came this time to ask you and elder brother for assistance."

After speaking, he looked at Jinzha, but Jinzha avoided his gaze.

"Big brother?"

After a while, Jinzha hesitated and said, "Third brother, what are you thinking? The Divine Enthronement War is perilous, and regardless of win or lose, there are no benefits. Getting involved is falling into the Heavenly Emperor’s trap."

Nezha sighed bitterly, "Unfortunately, we are already caught up in it and cannot extricate ourselves. If you don’t want to go, let’s forget it."

"No, no, what are you saying? If my brother asks, how could I refuse?"

Seeing the hopeful expression appear again on Nezha’s face, Jinzha changed his tone, "But, my teacher visited your teacher the other day, and he told me not to leave the mountain to help you, and he also said..."

"Said what?"

"Said you are an Outer Heaven Demon."

Nezha smiled, "Then what do you think, big brother?"

Jinzha said, "Ah, third brother, you are also a cultivator. You know that the most important thing in cultivation is finding one’s true self. Others’ opinions mean nothing. What I think doesn’t matter, what matters is who you are."

Nezha asked, "What if I truly am an Outer Heaven Demon?"

"Hey, hey, hey, let’s not go there. It’s not that I don’t want to acknowledge you as my brother, but look at me now. I have achieved great cultivation and have Manjusri as my teacher at Yunxiao Cave, with a bright future. How could I have a demon as a brother?"

Seeing Jinzha’s self-righteous expression, Nezha couldn’t help but laugh in frustration.

He said, "It’s unfortunate, Jinzha, because I was born from our mother’s womb, and even if I am an Outer Heaven Demon, whether you admit it or not, I am your brother. I came here to ask for your help, and whether you help or not is your choice. If you’re unwilling, I’ll leave."

"Farewell, Daoist friend," Jinzha said to Nezha’s departing back, a sinister expression forming that wasn’t there before, the brotherly address replaced with chilling formality.

But just as he spoke, Nezha stopped. He turned back and said, "By the way, you can come find me if you have time. Our family has moved, and I’ll take you to see our mother. She misses you."

"Well, this..."

"You don’t need to get involved in the Divine Enthronement War."

"No, it’s just, Nezha Daoist, you said you were born from Lady Yin’s womb, but I am a disciple of Yunxiao Cave at Five Dragon Mountain. How could my mother have given birth to an Outer Heaven Demon?"

Nezha snorted and said, "Jinzha, no matter what you say, you were still born from her womb, and every piece of flesh on your body is from her bone and blood."

After saying that, he walked out of Manjusri’s cultivation sanctuary without turning back, his face cold.

Jinzha did not move, thinking over Nezha’s words. After a while, he scoffed, "To hell with you. An Outer Heaven Demon is nothing. Lecturing me? You’re not even fit to carry my shoes!"

He mumbled to himself, and just as he turned around, he heard unfamiliar footsteps.

Turning back, he saw Nezha had returned.

Those hateful black eyes, clearly those of an outsider, how could he be his brother?

He said coldly, "Nezha Daoist, why have you come back? Did you forget something?"

Though his voice was cold, Jinzha maintained a courteous smile.

But Nezha ruffled his hair with both hands, "No, no. You know what, Jinzha, you are really damn annoying. I was planning to just leave, but the more I thought, the angrier I got. The angrier I got, the more I thought, so I came back."

Seeing the mad glint in Nezha’s dark pupils, Jinzha shivered and took a step back, "What do you want to do?"

"No, no, Jinzha Daoist, you are too kind. I just want to beat you up."

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