Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 252: The Red Luan Star Meets Yang Erlang

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: The Red Luan Star Meets Yang Erlang

This place is at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, a great marsh, where Princess Long Ji resides.

Yang Jian was unaware of this, and upon seeing the serene and picturesque scenery, he stopped in his tracks, wanting to admire the beauty for a while.

Standing there, he unconsciously heard the sound of water, thinking there might be a big fish, so he activated his Heavenly Eye to look.

It would have been better if he hadn’t looked, but as soon as he did, he saw a Taoist nun dressed in a bright red Bai He Jiang Xiao robe gradually taking off her clothes, revealing her tender, lamb-like back.

Eight female attendants served around her, with fragrant wind wafting and colorful sleeves fluttering.

Yang Jian, being a man of ancient integrity, quickly retracted his Heavenly Eye, not to gaze upon indecency. He couldn’t use his escape skill to leave, fearing he could not explain himself, so he had to hide among the trees and grass first.

Long Ji was frolicking in the water, her clothes stripped off entirely, leaving only a white strap tied around her waist, making her entry into the water seem extremely lascivious.

But as soon as the jade belt entered the water, it came alive, transforming into a white Jiao Dragon, coiling around her slender waist, spouting water columns.

She whispered, "Someone is hiding in the woods, go and capture them."

Then, Golden Warriors brought the Dragon Binding Rope to Yang Jian. Yang Jian, unprepared, saw them land and intended to explain, but to his surprise, he was bound by the rope and taken to the riverside.

By now, Princess Long Ji had dressed, her gaze wandering. Initially, she wanted to see who was bold enough, but upon seeing Yang Jian’s handsome face, she was immediately attracted by his aura.

"I thought it was some wild spirit, but it turns out to be a disciple of the Chan Sect. Tell me, who is your master, and did he teach you to peep at others bathing?" Though she felt some affection at first sight, Long Ji was no common girl smitten by love. If the person before her didn’t give a proper explanation, she wouldn’t let him off easily.

"You misunderstand. I am Yang Jian, a disciple of Master Yuding from the Golden Mist Cave on Jade Spring Mountain. Passing by, I found the scenery pleasant and stopped to admire it." Yang Jian looked only embarrassed but not flustered.

In Yang Jian’s opinion, the Dragon Binding Rope wasn’t like the Binding Immortal Rope; it could bind a true dragon but not him.

"So you are Yang Jian?" Princess Long Ji’s eyes sparkled. She had naturally heard of Yang Jian, the foremost disciple among the third generation of the Chan Sect. Seeing his extraordinary aura, she immediately believed him.

Everyone, it must be said that Yang Jian’s good looks and the transcendent air from his long cultivation distinguished him from others. If he were ugly, even if he were Yang Jian, Long Ji wouldn’t believe him.

Our Long Ji here not only detests ordinary mortals but also ugly ones. Little does she know that a red string around her ankle has long tied her fate with the coarse and rude Hong Jin, nor does she know what she’s about to face.

"Yes, it is I."

"What are you doing here at Qingluan Palace?" Princess Long Ji smiled warmly but did not release the Dragon Binding Rope.

"I came looking for something on a friend’s advice," Yang Jian answered truthfully. Hearing "Qingluan Palace," he guessed who she was.

"Looking for something?" Princess Long Ji’s smile grew colder, "These 800 miles are my territory. Everything, whether man or object, belongs to me. If you came here looking for something without asking me, it’s stealing!"

Being called a thief out of nowhere, Yang Jian felt angry but remained calm on the surface, smiling, "Princess, you jest. How can this place be yours? As far as I know, these mountains and waters have been unclaimed since ancient times. It was only after you were banished to the mortal realm that you occupied a mountain head, so how can you declare the 800 miles as yours?"

"Yang Jian, you’re courting death!"

Princess Long Ji’s eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

Yang Jian didn’t know, but after being banished, her one wish was to return to the Heavenly Court and be with her parents again.

What she hated most was anyone mentioning her banishment.

Seeing Princess Long Ji slashing at him out of nowhere, Yang Jian didn’t want to tangle with her. Activating the Eight-Nine Primordial Technique, he transformed into a hawk, instantly freeing himself from the Dragon Binding Rope and flying towards the horizon.

"Stop!"

Princess Long Ji clenched her hand, and vines sprung up from the dense forest, weaving into a large net in the sky. Yang Jian couldn’t avoid it and crashed into the net. He immediately transformed into a small green snake, climbing the vines and hiding, evading her spiritual detection.

He transformed into a small green insect, crawling inside the vines, making it impossible for Princess Long Ji to find him.

Enraged, Princess Long Ji slashed a sword light into the water, stirring a thousand water plants to transform into swords, sending sword qi into the air. In an instant, countless fish and shrimp died!

Suddenly, a great gust of wind blew, causing dust to fly and trees to topple. In an instant, water waves rolled in the great marsh, the world turned dim, and the sun and moon darkened.

Princess Long Ji didn’t realize she had disturbed a monster that had lived in the marsh for thousands of years, thinking it was Yang Jian’s doing. She sneered and slashed dozens of sword lights forward!

Suddenly, the great marsh churned with water waves dozens of feet high, parting as a monster with a maw like a blood basin and teeth like steel swords emerged!

Yang Jian, watching from the air, marveled, "It’s a three-headed Jiao Dragon!"

Princess Long Ji, despite her impressive sword qi and various techniques, knew nothing about combat.

To be honest, she had lived for a thousand years without ever fighting a proper battle. So when she saw the vicious and ugly Jiao Dragon, she didn’t react with fear or panic but was momentarily dazed and caught by its claws!

Stunned and furious, Princess Long Ji prepared to cast a dharma seal, but the evil dragon slammed her against a rock on the shore, making her dizzy, unable to focus or cast spells.

The eight attendant girls were frightened out of their wits. Though they had reached the God Absorption Realm, they knew only the Five Elements Style Technique among other things. Despite their celestial appearance, they couldn’t stand a chance if you and I went at them.

Princess Long Ji, a celestial maiden and daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, was of lofty status and beauty, but the Jiao Dragon, uninterested in romance, only craved her flesh.

Yang Jian lamented, thinking that if not for the sneak attack, the Golden Core Realm Jiao Dragon wouldn’t stand a chance against Princess Long Ji, a Golden Immortal. Now, with the advantage of a preemptive strike, she couldn’t even counter.

He remembered Nezha saying that some people, despite their prowess, panic and fail to perform in crisis. He had doubted this but now believed it, seeing it firsthand.

Unable to use spells, even the Primordial Spirit Technique should be effortless. Could she have forgotten?

"This disaster is my fault. I’ll save you this time. If you cause another scene, I will kill you!"

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