Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 251: Scheming

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Scheming

Nine fire dragons spiraled in mid-air. Mo Lihai, miscalculating, was ensnared within them. The nine fire dragons coiled around his towering frame, tightly binding his formidable muscles!

The scorching heat caused Mo Lihai to cry out in agony, as the scent of cooked flesh wafted through the air, making those nearby both hungry and nauseous.

"Third brother!"

This cry drew the attention of Yang Jian and others.

The next moment, the nine fire dragons spread out, forming a cover that imprisoned Mo Lihai. As the fire dragons surged, even Mo Lihai’s Unmoving Ming King Dharma Body began to melt!

In an instant, the Dharma Body that could withstand Nezha’s fists was destroyed and burned to ashes by the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!

"Third brother!"

Mo Lihong shouted, "Damn you, Nezha! Return my third brother’s life!"

With a twist of his umbrella, the sky darkened, lightning flashed, and he retrieved Nezha’s Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.

Nezha was prepared for this and showed no emotion, using his Fire-tipped Spear to release the Samadhi Fire at Mo Lihong.

Mo Liqing, seeing this, swung his Qing Yun Sword, summoning a black wind carrying countless spears and halberds, with a force akin to a stormy Heavenly Tribulation!

Nezha gritted his teeth, leaping through the black wind, allowing the spears and halberds to cut numerous wounds into his body, blood flowing freely.

Having refined the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, these weapons could only harm his flesh without touching his bones.

Nezha revealed his three heads and eight arms, and together with Yang Jian’s iron spear, aimed to strike down the two brothers!

Seeing this, the Mo Family Brothers exchanged glances and without lingering, turned to flee.

The Chengtang army retreated, and the Xiqi warriors seized the moment to launch a furious assault.

However, Mo Liqing and Mo Lihong, having just lost their brother, were filled with rage, caring little about the karma of killing mortals. With their sword and umbrella, black wind and fire serpents filled the sky!

The Xiqi army, initially having the upper hand, quickly fell into disarray, with soldiers wailing and everyone wounded.

Upon returning to the city and counting their numbers, they found that the last clash with the black wind had cost the Xiqi army four thousand lives!

Moreover, a general who was a prince under the former King Wen had fallen. This man was a close friend of Bo Yikao, who was now crying over the coffin.

Yang Jian and Nezha exchanged looks. Yang Jian said, "The Mo Family Brothers’ magic treasures are even more powerful than I thought, especially Mo Lihong’s Primordial Pearl Umbrella. Several of my treasures were taken by it during my duel with Mo Liqing."

"Not just your treasures, junior nephew," said Jiang Ziya, holding his head in pain, "even the Divine Whip given by my master has been taken by the villains. If my master finds out, would he spare me?"

Nezha, undeterred, said, "Why worry? When we break their formation, the treasures will naturally come back."

"Then hurry and get it back for me. Without seeing the Divine Whip for a day, I can’t even sleep!"

Seeing his uncle throwing a tantrum on the ground, Yang Jian felt helpless. Noticing Nezha covered in blood from being wounded by Mo Liqing’s Qing Yun Sword, he frowned and asked, "With the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill’s healing powers, even without elixirs, your wounds should have healed by now."

"There’s an evil energy in the black wind. To heal, the evil energy must first be expelled." Nezha turned the conversation, "If I had Big Brother Yang Jian’s Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill protecting me, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state."

Yang Jian, with his Heavenly Eye seeing through people’s hearts, asked, "You want to learn the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill?"

Nezha answered honestly, "Indeed."

After a moment of silence, Yang Jian said, "You’re a Chan Sect disciple, and although the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill is an advanced Taoist cultivation technique, few in the Chan Sect have successfully mastered it."

Nezha smiled, "I know that. I’m not asking you to teach me for free; I want to make a trade with you."

Hearing this, Yang Jian considered before asking, "What will you trade for the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill?"

Nezha said, "I notice Big Brother Yang Jian’s spear skills are exceptional, but your weapon, despite being a magic treasure, is not extraordinary."

"You’re right. Finding a suitable weapon is challenging. After trying many, none are as handy as this iron spear."

Nezha continued, "I know the whereabouts of a weapon. If Big Brother Yang Jian finds it satisfactory, will you teach me the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill?"

Yang Jian laughed, "What if I don’t like it?"

Nezha replied, "If that’s the case, just pretend I said nothing."

The two agreed. Nezha whispered a few words to Yang Jian, who then used Earth Style under the cover of night to leave.

He didn’t know that the weapon was destined for him. Even without Nezha’s word, fate would have eventually delivered it into his hands.

Nezha, successfully using cleverness to gain a top-tier Chan Sect technique without spending anything, was naturally pleased. Yet he didn’t anticipate that while he used trickery to learn the skill, someone else only had to ask to be taught.

This "someone else" was none other than Little Dragon Girl Ao Yu.

That night, while Nezha was meditating on his bed, Ao Yu, akin to an Elf Fairy, disregarded societal norms. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she sat cross-legged on Nezha’s bed.

Moonlight, like mercury, flooded the window frame. Ao Yu stood barefoot on the silk quilt, her ten pearl-like toes shining with a cool luster.

Born with the Dragon Vein, her ankles still had two scales that shimmered with her breath, resembling stars scattered on the earthly realm.

"I heard from uncle that you tricked Yang Jian for the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill. You must remember to teach me later."

Late at night, seeing Ao Yu’s relaxed demeanor on his bed, Nezha, who wasn’t a novice in matters of the heart, sighed, realizing that despite their friendship, the difference in gender and species (human and dragon) should have warranted some modesty.

At this moment, her feet were only three inches away from his knees, and the unique cold fragrance of the Dragon Clan mixed with the scent of seaweed filled his nose.

Ao Yu kept shaking her ankle, the coral bead bracelet ringing softly, shattering the moonlight in the room.

He defended himself, "How can you call it trickery? Go and ask Yang Jian yourself; he should thank us."

"You might fool Yang Jian but not me. Uncle said that although he didn’t understand the situation, he could tell you were lying by your expression."

"Fine, think whatever you like."

"Hehe, I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?" Nezha knew Ao Yu too well and guessed it must be related to the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, so he pretended to be clueless.

Ao Yu also knew him well, so she said, "Stop pretending. Once you’ve learned the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, you must teach me."

"Why should I? You’re not my wife; why should I teach you?"

"Then I’ll tell A Yao. If she agrees, I’ll marry you. How about that?"

"Better not." Nezha raised his hands in surrender.

"Look at you, you coward. Remember to teach me." Ao Yu, taking advantage of Nezha’s distraction, kicked Nezha in the groin with her smooth, white foot and then laughed as she leaped out of the window.

Nezha trembled in anger, his face pale. After a while, he recovered and cursed, "Just you wait. Next time you sneak onto my bed, I’ll make sure to strip you naked and devour you!"

But looking outside, Nezha saw only a silver full moon, with no trace of Ao Yu.

...

Meanwhile, Yang Jian followed the path Nezha had described and arrived at a great marsh.

Beside the great marsh was an Immortal Mountain, adorned with emerald tiles and carved eaves, golden nails, and vermillion doors.

Above, a plaque hung with four large characters:

"Qingluan Palace."​

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