Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 245: Scooping Out the Heart and Burying it in Snow, Sword Slaying the Mortal World

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Scooping Out the Heart and Burying it in Snow, Sword Slaying the Mortal World

Nezha’s expression remained unchanged, he answered frankly, "I don’t consider myself to be some kind of demonic heretic, but my soul indeed comes from another world. If people insist on believing I’m an Outer Heaven Demon, let them."

"No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

Muzha laughed, "Nothing much, I was just thinking it’s no wonder our master’s predictions were off. I was puzzled because the Heavenly Dao is already set, and whatever anyone does should be within it. If you are an Outer Heaven Demon, that would explain everything."

"How does second brother view me?"

Muzha was silent for a moment, then he looked up and showed a bright smile, "It’s interesting. By the way, does Mother know about this?"

"No, she doesn’t." Nezha shook his head.

"Then I won’t tell her next time I go back." Muzha smiled indifferently. At that moment, the harmonious aura around him disappeared, and he seemed like a child.

The two chatted for a day, feeling regret for not meeting sooner, reluctant as they parted.

Muzha knew he was seeking aid, but since neither said it, they acted as if they didn’t know.

Being his third brother, Nezha could see and feel his kindness towards him, and he deeply wanted to visit home. He could also tell that Muzha was naturally calm and uncompetitive, a genuinely good person.

Nezha could even sense the restrained excitement Muzha felt when seeing him, the kind of bond and connection that runs deep in blood.

But Nezha could also tell that Muzha listened closely to their master.

If his master instructed him not to descend the mountain, he wouldn’t.

Seeking enlightenment.

Seeking enlightenment.

Seeking enlightenment.

Cultivating immortality.

Cultivating immortality.

Cultivating immortality.

Dig out the heart and bury it in snow, cut through the secular world with a sword.

To seek human affection again would be somewhat greedy.

After leaving Jiugong Mountain, Nezha no longer sought aid.

Any forces he could think of and find, Master Taiyi would naturally have thought of them too. Since the other side already made a move, he had no choice but to respond.

We can’t take all the benefits under the sky, right?

Nezha returned to Xiqi City and went to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, but did not find Jiang Ziya. He only saw Lv Ping.

This girl was arranging flowers, and upon seeing Nezha, her face lit up joyously, truly like springtime blossoms, and she exclaimed, "Why have you come?"

"Where is my uncle?"

"He’s at the palace banquet, by the way, up ahead..." She had just begun to speak when Nezha turned and walked away, striding out of the mansion and onto the long street.

The street appeared cleaner than usual, lanterns slick with oil illuminated the sign "North Food South Delicacies", the aroma of fried lambskin and crystal red-threaded sashimi wrapped around passersby.

From the direction of Jinming Lake, the sound of music wafted in, mixed with the pungent smell from fish vendors killing carp.

The sing-song words from the puppet show floated out of the entertainment building, "Farewell Pavilion at Eighteen Miles", suddenly escalating, as the actor trod on three stacked chairs, his fire spinning tool hitting an eunuch’s headdress in passing.

The crown embedded with South Sea pearls rolled into the river, immediately drawing seven or eight divers.

In this chaotic world, not everyone suffers.

He looked towards the nearby porridge stall, still packed with people.

The line was so long it couldn’t be seen from one end to the other. Some, too weak, died from starvation during the wait, with stiffening faces carrying a hint of a smile, as if their depleted stomachs were about to be filled.

"Ji Fa is blind."

Nezha looked up at the sky, unconcerned with any supposed great path, he said coldly, "The heavens are blind too."

In the palace, the singing and dancing continued even more boisterously than before.

Distant celebration sounds could be heard from the grand hall, no one knew what guests had arrived.

Nezha walked down the white jade path, one step at a time. Initially, his strides were solid and brisk, but each step slowed compared to the previous one, until fifty steps from the grand entrance, he finally stopped.

The passing eunuchs glanced at him standing still curiously, some brave ones greeted him, swiftly carrying wine, fruits, and delicacies inside, then dragging out some drunken nobility.

To ordinary people, the scene inside the hall appeared the same as usual, even livelier at times.

In Xiqi or Zhaoge, the impression was that the nobles were always feasting.

But to Nezha, the atmosphere was palpable, a silent pressure weighed down his shoulders like a small mountain.

The other party didn’t intend to do anything, it was just that Nezha’s intuition was too acute.

Who was it?

Nezha pondered briefly, then sneered and stepped inside.

No matter the identity, since they were here, they should be allies.

As he entered, he immediately spotted two familiar faces.

It was Han Dulong and Xue Ehu, whom he met at Heavenly Termination Town. The two were disciples of the Jinting Mountain Jade House Cave and followers of Dao Xing Tianzun.

Just then, the duo stumbled out drunk and ran into Nezha, in their intoxicated state, they jovially embraced his shoulders and chatted.

"Nezha, old friend, long time no see!"

Nezha cupped his hands in greeting, courteously saying, "Greetings, senior brothers."

Though their realms were only at the Golden Core, not yet Independent Immortals, if the Heavenly Dao remained unchanged, they would die in the Divine Enthronement War, names listed in the Investiture of the Gods.

"Don’t be polite, friend. After parting at Heavenly Termination Town, we did not expect to meet so soon. After telling our master about meeting you, I got scolded harshly." Xue Ehu teased.

Han Dulong chimed in, "Indeed, our master said you tricked him out of a coarse cloth robe at Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm. Next time he meets you, he intends to teach you a lesson."

Nezha recalled Dao Xing Tianzun at the Secret Realm, brandishing the Demon-Subduing Pestle, his formidable presence, and smiled bitterly, "I was young and naive. Next time we meet, I will personally apologize to the Tianzun. It’s a surprise to see you two here, are you here to support Xiqi in the war against Chengtang?"

Han Dulong nodded, "Correct, we are here under master’s orders to deliver provisions. Sadly, we arrived late, missing the chance to witness your battle against the Jie Sect members from Nine Dragon Island. What a pity."

Xue Ehu also laughed, "Prime Minister Jiang mentioned news from Zhaoge, that Chengtang’s Master Wen plans to send Demon Four Generals from Jiameng Pass to attack Xiqi. If they intervene, we would be of no use. Perhaps, only Wei Hu could stand a chance."

Nezha smiled, "It is not yet Wei Hu’s time."

Frankly, Nezha felt better seeing them. It indicated that not everyone in the Chan Sect was swayed by Master Taiyi.

However, the character looming like a barb in his back had not diminished.

After exchanging pleasantries with Xue and Han, he asked, "Why aren’t you inside?"

They laughed, "First, we can’t hold our liquor. Second, this banquet isn’t about us. Why bother seeking trouble?"

Nezha inquired further, "Who else has joined the feast?"

Speaking of this person, Xue Ehu took a breath and said, "You might have heard of him, Yang Jian, a disciple of Master Yuding from Yuquan Mountain Golden Mist Cave."

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