Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 254: Sorry, Second Brother!

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Sorry, Second Brother!

Hearing that Yang Jian had returned, Nezha immediately went to find him, but was stopped by the protector Golden Boy at the door, who said their master was in seclusion and resting, and had instructed not to see any visitors.

Nezha thought to himself, "Is he planning to renege on his promise?"

Strange, last time it was just a verbal agreement; I didn’t get this kid to sign anything!

Nezha tentatively asked, "Did your master find a suitable weapon?"

"Thanks to your favor, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword is very handy. In the afternoon, Master performed several sets of magical martial arts in the courtyard, leaving us all dumbfounded."

Golden Boy showed respect to Nezha as well. Although the young man in front of him was younger by several hundred years, in terms of seniority, he was their martial uncle.

"As long as it’s handy. Did he say there’s something to give to me?"

Golden Boy smiled and said, "Uncle, you truly are amazing, predicting this with such accuracy. Master said if Uncle comes, to give this to you."

He took out a bundle from behind, and Nezha received it, walking away contentedly.

Returning to his room, Nezha instructed the servants outside that no matter who came looking for him, to say he wasn’t there. He then kicked off his shoes, tossed them to the door, jumped onto the bed barefoot, and put the brocade blanket into the cabinet. He placed a low table in the center of the bed and put the bundle on the table.

Nezha rubbed his hands. Before he could open it, a beautiful figure slipped in through the window.

"Princess, my room does have a front door. You could ask someone to notify me, couldn’t you?"

Little Dragon Girl also took off her shoes, jumped on the bed, sat cross-legged opposite Nezha, and laughed, "If I came through the front door, we’d be alone in a room. If anyone saw us, they’d start gossiping. You and I don’t care, but one day, if it reaches Ayao’s ears, you’d care about her feelings at least."

Nezha said, "Ayao wouldn’t mind. She trusts me the most. And since you climb in through the window, what are we, sneaking around?"

"Stolen moments might be friendships, too. Long live our friendship!"

Nezha stared at her, "You really are my good buddy."

"Enough with the nonsense, Zha. Let’s open the bundle. Is this the legendary top-notch cultivation technique, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill?" Little Dragon Girl’s eyes were glowing as she stared at the bundle.

Nezha reached out and untied the bundle, saying, "Let’s hope so."

When the bundle was opened, they saw a thick stack of handwritten notes. Flipping through randomly, there were many annotations and insights personally noted by Yang Jian, totaling hundreds of thousands of words.

Seeing this, Little Dragon Girl’s eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Yang Jian is indeed trustworthy. This is like having a teacher beside you. Moreover, this technique is extremely difficult to master. Even Master Yuding didn’t fully achieve it. Yang Jian’s mastery within just a few decades is unprecedented."

Nezha laughed, "That’s not necessarily true. I know a monkey who mastered this Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill in under three years."

"A monkey? Don’t lie to me. I’m also from the Demon Race. If such a person existed, they would be famous by now." Little Dragon Girl rolled her eyes, opened the first page, and in her delicate voice, read aloud, "Before chaos separated, the primordial bird bore the talisman into the Jade Spring. Yuanshi Tianzun observed the Long-Han catastrophe, took the essence of Pangu’s left eye and the marrow of Gong Gong’s broken horn, refined thirty thousand grains of Nine-Turned Purple Gold Sand, and inscribed this technique atop Buzhou Mountain..."

"Look, look. It’s indeed a high-grade cultivation manual of the Chan Sect, totally different from those questionable techniques. The pedigree is proper."

Little Dragon Girl nodded in agreement, "It’s the Chan Sect’s style, indeed. Very particular."

Nezha followed, "Building the foundation should take place at the hours of midnight and noon. Refine the three yin with the earth’s meridians’ yin chill, and pour the Heavenly Gang Yang Essence into the three yang. Sit atop Mystic Ice and Fire Jade, draw in the Void Purple Qi from Baihui, pass through the twelve-story building, sink into the Qi Sea and split into nine strands. Each strand travels through the eight meridians, forms a cycle, to the coccyx, transforms into dragons and tigers contending, balance with North Sea Xuanming True Water, temper impurities with South Ming Li Fire. When the Nine-Petal Golden Lotus appears in the Dantian, then open the Purple Palace and refine the Primordial Spirit into a microcosm..."

If either read it alone, who knows how long it would take to comprehend, but by exchanging ideas, their progress was relatively quick.

However, even reading the book was far from starting actual cultivation. They sacrificed sleep and quickly found themselves up late into the night, their Primordial Spirits considerably spent.

Little Dragon Girl leaned back against her pillow, rubbing her temples and yawning, "I’m a dragon who can fight for three days and nights without getting tired. I read this book for a day and I’m exhausted."

"It means you’re just not the scholarly type." Nezha rolled his eyes at her. Despite his human nature, his vitality was even stronger than a True Dragon, but he too felt a trace of fatigue. Then he remembered, "Doesn’t it mention on the third page the Purple Palace Warming Essence Technique to refresh one’s spirit? Why not give it a try now?"

"Forget it. After reading the whole day, I’ve realized that the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, though it has some harmonizing yin elements, is inherently a purely yang technique. For a girl like me, balancing yin and yang, it’s fine, but for a vigorous boy like you, practicing it when your Primordial Spirit is weak could lead to going berserk."

With that, she pulled the thin blanket she was leaning against and curled up in the corner of the bamboo couch, sleeping. She was used to lying on her right side, and her left ankle showed her scales shining like a small piece of forgotten moonlight outside the blanket.

"I’m actually okay, not that tired." Nezha grumbled, then started practicing.

"Unexpected situations aren’t good either." In her sleep, Little Dragon Girl’s voice sounded unclear.

Nezha shook his head, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and focused entirely on practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill.

Following the Purple Palace Warming Essence Technique, he felt invigorated, then excitedly planned to practice the first stage of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, as deduced with Ao Yu.

It was late.

The room had darkened, with only the cold moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a quiet glow.

In the darkness, a person’s senses seem to become more sensitive.

When Nezha opened his eyes and looked down at his defiant "second brother," feeling the heat building up inside him, he frowned slightly.

Was there a problem in the practice?

In the darkness, hearing the even and subtle breathing near him, he looked over only to see the extraordinary curves of his ’good buddy’ under the thin silk blanket.

Nezha swallowed, feeling his throat dry.

Luckily, though his body was affected by an error in practice, his mind was still clear.

Nezha began to reflect on where the problem lied.

"Is it because of an excess build-up of Fire Yang Qi? If I continue practicing like this, the Fire Poison will increase, and going mad would be just a matter of time?"

"Just as Ao Yu said, this cultivation technique might be more suitable for women, but then, it seems better to vent rather than suppress, right?"

Certain things shouldn’t be overthought.

Once you overthink, your mind might start to create issues, and don’t forget, sometimes one’s physical state can influence one’s mind.

For example, right now, Nezha was developing inappropriate thoughts about his good friend Ao Yu, and in the quiet of the night, these thoughts intensified, unstoppable even by a bucket of cold water.

Vent rather than suppress.

Vent rather than suppress.

Vent rather than suppress.

To hell with it!

With these thoughts, Nezha steeled his heart and suddenly clenched his right fist.

"Sorry, little buddy!"

He looked down at his still defiant ’second brother,’ steeled his heart, and brought his fist down hard!

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