Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 246 Yang Jian

Chapter 246: Chapter 246 Yang Jian

The banquet was extraordinarily lively, with all the ministers toasting and drinking in turns.

Some civil servants improvised poems on the spot, and the military generals began to compete in drinking games. When the excitement peaked, they even pulled the waiters refilling their cups into their embrace for more fun...

The Longevity Lamp that the bronze crane beside Jiang Ziya held suddenly dimmed by three degrees, and the candlelight formed a vertical golden line.

As the most prominent figure in Xiqi City in recent years, other than King Ji Fa, wherever he appeared usually became the focal point of the entire scene.

But today was different.

Although everyone’s eyes were gathering in this direction, the focus was not on this already drunken old man.

It was because there was a young man beside him, someone no one had seen before, taking care of him attentively.

Speaking of this young man, he truly was:

Exceptionally outstanding.

His eyebrows slanted into his temples, resembling two unsheathed sharp swords. At first glance, his pupils appeared black, but at the center, a faint azure halo shone.

A thin golden mark resembling a vertical eye was faintly visible on his forehead. Occasionally, silver stars flashed in his dark hair. He stood still, as solitary as the Kunlun Snow Peak, and moved with a cold sharpness, taking only what he needed from a thousand waters, his lips naturally curved but devoid of any smile.

Wearing a fan cloud crown, a water-patterned robe, a silk belt around his waist, and hemp shoes on his feet.

An immense and serene spiritual aura flowed like water around his body.

"Yang Jian." Nezha thought of these words in his heart. As he looked up at the other, Yang Jian’s gaze also turned toward him.

"Nezha!" Huang Feihu hurried over upon seeing Nezha, "Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day. My son Tian Xiang, not knowing his limitations, said he wanted to spar with you in spear skills. I’ve already given him a beating; if you see him, just ignore him."

Nezha thought to himself that Huang Tianxiang was a few months older than him. Exchanging a few polite words with Huang Feihu, he glanced at Ji Fa.

Ji Fa was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and Ji Fa shivered, immediately looking away.

Nezha noticed one thing:

Ji Fa’s injuries had healed.

He originally should have needed several months to recover after being beaten by him.

Yet, this was only the second day.

He directly sat down beside Ji Fa. Although it was still noisy around, countless eyes were already watching, covertly observing what was happening here.

Nezha glanced at San Yisheng and smiled, "My lord, I heard your house caught fire. Yet you’re here drinking? Don’t you want to go back and check?"

San Yisheng was suddenly stunned, "No, no one reported that to me."

Nezha casually poured a glass of wine using Ji Fa’s wine jug and said in a low voice, "If you don’t go back, I guarantee your house will indeed catch fire."

Upon hearing this, San Yisheng’s face changed drastically. He immediately stood up, excused himself to Ji Fa, and left without looking back.

Ji Fa’s face showed panic, trembling all over.

He had been utterly drunk, but at this moment, all the drunkenness seemed to have vanished completely along with the cold sweat pouring out from his back.

"My dear minister, I did everything you told me to do, setting up porridge booths to help the refugees and releasing some prisoners with minor offenses. Isn’t that wise? What else do you want?"

Nezha’s expression was extremely respectful, looking as if reporting something to Ji Fa from an outsider’s perspective.

Feigning surprise, he said, "Your Highness, I told you, for the next three days, I will come to beat you up once every day. You haven’t forgotten that already, have you?"

"What?"

Nezha patted him on the shoulder, their relationship seemingly very close.

"If you wish to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Since you sit in this position, some things you must endure. Moreover, Your Highness seems to have a great doctor; even broken limbs can recover in one day. A few beatings won’t kill you."

Ji Fa, filled with despair, gritted his teeth and said, "Nezha, don’t go too far!"

Nezha sneered, "I always keep my word. If you still can’t become a wise monarch in three days, we will extend it by another three days. Tsk tsk, who would have thought, one day I, Nezha, could become a loyal minister and a good general assisting a wise monarch in chaotic times. Make sure the historian writes more about me."

He finished speaking, stood up, and walked over to sit beside Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya was already sprawled on the table, unconscious, while Yang Jian was helping him tidy his robe.

Judging by the stance, he was preparing to carry Jiang Ziya back to his residence.

"Are you Yang Jian?"

"Are you Nezha?"

Yang Jian’s lips curved with a faint smile, his face unblemished.

If Bo Yikao was a gentle jade in Xiqi, a dragon among men, then this person before him was like a cold half-moon falling from the nine-layered heaven — its halo cold to the bone, casting human pearls and jades into rubble.

Nezha laughed, "I thought Master Taiyi had gone to Master Yuding and persuaded them, so no one from the Golden Dawn Cave would participate in the Divine Enthronement battle."

Yang Jian nodded, downing a cup of cold wine, and laughed softly, "As the rumors say, your relationship with Uncle Master Taiyi is poor. But my master also has a strained relationship with Uncle Master Taiyi, so Uncle Master Taiyi did not come to Golden Dawn Cave to seek trouble."

Nezha sighed, "That’s rarely good news."

Yang Jian said, "I heard from Uncle Master Jiang that you and he, fearing the Demon Four Generals, had reached an agreement with Fei Zhong and You Hun to have the two armies form a stalemate here to buy time?"

Nezha nodded, watching Yang Jian’s confident and powerful eyes, almost guessing what the other was about to say.

"Since I’m here, there’s no need to fear them. We can have Uncle Master convey a message to Fei Zhong and You Hun, pick a day, and engage in a decisive battle."

But Nezha shook his head and smiled, "We worked hard to gain their trust, better to seize the opportunity to eliminate them, why fight such a big battle?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Uncle Master must be involved, but not in such a simple and violent way as a decisive battle."

Yang Jian pondered for a moment. With his intellect, his mindset quickly transitioned from a long-time mountain cultivator to a worldly strategist.

He said with lowered eyes, "Having gained their trust, with no reinforcements from the Demon Brothers, killing some mortals isn’t difficult. Uncle Master’s cultivation isn’t high, so there’s no need to worry about the karma of killing mortals. It’s indeed a good idea."

But it goes against the heavenly order.

Nezha thought to himself, but said aloud, "Victory belongs to the king, defeat to the scoundrel. Although Ji Fa is not a good person, he is better than King Zhou. If we let King Zhou run rampant, who knows what the world will become."

Yang Jian thought: I don’t care about the fate of the people in this world.

But then he heard Nezha continue, "How about you and I go to Zhaoge now? Both of us are in the Golden Immortal Realm. You restrain Mo Lishou and Flower Fox Mink, and I will kill King Zhou. Wouldn’t that be perfect?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian’s pupils contracted. Thinking as Uncle Master Jiang said, Nezha’s thoughts were unpredictable. He hesitated for a moment, "Nezha, are you really oblivious or just pretending to be?"

Of course Nezha understood.

The important thing is not how the common people live, nor who sits on the throne.

But to fight this battle.

Through a fierce battle where even cultivators bleed and die, to accomplish the important task of Divine Enthronement!

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