Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 258: The Crown Prince

"Nezha!!!"

Master Wen rode his Moyu Qilin, brandishing two Golden Whips, in relentless pursuit.

Nezha traversed the winds and clouds, appearing and disappearing, yet he could not shake off his pursuer.

He turned his head for a glance, only to see Master Wen’s Vajra-like furious eyes, draped in a Ten Thousand Tribulations Thunder Armor. This armor was lined with the hide of the Kui ox and embedded with eight hundred pieces of reverse scale-shaped black steel, each bearing a symbol from the "Thunder Jade Scripture."

Earlier, he had tried to confront him and thrust the Fire-tipped Spear at him.

The terrifying force contained in the spear only left a small scratch on the armor, the power completely dissipated, and instead, Master Wen whipped Nezha on the back.

While executing Daji and King Zhou earlier, Nezha had already been severely injured by Thunder Tribulation, and with this whip, his internal and external injuries worsened, nearly causing him to tumble from his Wind Fire Wheels.

He saw Master Wen urging his Moyu Qilin, lightning serpents dancing on the long whip, stirring up the wind and clouds, resembling a heavenly tribulation. Clenching his teeth, he expanded his three-headed and six-armed form and fought again!

"Wen Zhong! Yin Shou has destroyed the laws and order, the whole world rebels against him. Your lifelong reputation is in vain, yet you cannot see clearly, and you remain loyal to this foolish king?"

"Cunning words!"

Master Wen opposed Nezha with both Golden Whips. The mighty force nearly threw him off the Jade Qilin. He was astounded, thinking that Nezha was indeed a master of the Chan Sect. Even severely injured, he still had such power. No wonder so many in his army were harmed. He feared he might not be able to kill this boy today.

"A minister’s duty is to advise and rectify the ruler’s mistakes, not to commit regicide! Besides, you claim this will benefit the world, but do you not know that the country cannot be without a ruler for a single day? The people would suffer the most from such chaos!"

"Ridiculous! Yin Shou is just a mere mortal, his body already hollowed out by wine and women. If I don’t kill him, he will die soon anyway! Do you really think his death would throw the world into chaos?"

Nezha and Wen Zhong clashed, with Nezha taking the advantage in speed and strength. However, Wen Zhong was a disciple of the Golden Spirit Saint Mother of the Jie Sect’s Biyou Palace. He practiced the true teachings of the Thunder Department, each strike infused with thunderous power. Just one hit left Nezha’s limbs numb and his wounds reopening.

Wen Zhong shouted, "That may be for the future, but there would be time to adjust. If his majesty could have another heir or two, the dynasty could smoothly transition!"

"Laughable!"

Nezha struck Wen Zhong with his spear, sending him flying and said coldly, "If he lives another twenty years, then the people will suffer for another twenty years? You must be blind if you cannot see that the Daji sitting on the throne is a demoness!"

How could Wen Zhong not know?

He sat in his residence every day, watching the demonic clouds over Zhaoge City, worrying day and night.

He had also submitted petitions, requesting the removal of the Demon Queen, but King Zhou did not listen. As a minister, how could he commit the great crime of slaying the Empress?

"Enough talk, today the chaos is all because of you, you little brat! If I don’t kill you, how can I answer to the people of the world?"

The two danced in mid-air, fighting tens of rounds without a victor.

Nezha shouted, "Wen Zhong, do you really think I cannot kill you? I just find you still useful. Listen, Yin Shou’s two princes, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, are still alive!"

"Nonsense, the two princes died years ago, how could they still be in the human world?"

Nezha laughed, "If I tell you their whereabouts, you have to promise not to chase me today."

Wen Zhong thought for a while and had no choice but to agree.

Nezha said, "Yin Jiao and Yin Hong were saved by Chan Sect immortals. Now one is apprenticed to Guangchengzi in Taixu Cave on Nine Immortals Mountain, and the other studies under Chi Jingzi in Yunxiao Cave on Taihua Mountain. Whether true or false, you can check for yourself."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong no longer pursued Nezha. He tossed a Copper Coin onto the back of the Qilin, instantly verifying the truth. He glared coldly at Nezha before turning and leaving.

Watching Wen Zhong’s figure disappear into the horizon, Nezha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Exhausted both in body and mind, he didn’t want to deal with the people and matters in Xiqi. So, he used the mysterious bronze to open a door and entered his small world.

A red light flew from the clouds and landed on a snowy mountain peak.

He took two elixirs to heal, meditated, and the nine divine patterns on the Golden Core lit up, exuding a vast vitality to nourish his body. In half a day, his injuries recovered by seventy to eighty percent.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly coughed loudly.

He kept coughing.

The previously spirited face suddenly turned pale with a sickly blush, as if the body of steel had been tormented by illness for a long time.

Seeing the blood he coughed up on the green grass, Nezha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and joked, "I’ve already become a Golden Immortal, could I still get tuberculosis?"

"Of course not. In fact, since you formed your Golden Core, mundane diseases have nothing to do with you." Zi Chen said irritably.

Nezha found it curious that this girl, who had only spoken and never shown herself, finally said something.

"I don’t feel too bad, but don’t underestimate bacteria and viruses either."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I mean the wounds of the Dao. I just checked; the Dao injury has carved into your bones. Unless you remove all these bones and never grow new ones, this wound will always stay with you."

Nezha asked, "Is there no other way?"

Zi Chen shook her head, floating like a ghost in the air, then lay on Nezha, pressing her chest tightly against Nezha’s back, speaking in a tired voice, "It’s not impossible, unless you reach the realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and Five Qi Chaoyuan and perfect it. By then you’ll be able to call my true name and unleash the true power of the Holy Artifact, using Holy Power to erase the Dao injury. Otherwise, even if you seize another body, this wound will still persist."

Nezha sighed, "Then I might as well go back to Kunlun and find Yuanshi Tianzun."

"You won’t go."

"Why?"

"Because you don’t trust him."

Nezha laughed, "It doesn’t make sense. If he wanted to harm me, I wouldn’t survive anywhere. Also, what are you doing? It’s very ticklish."

"Ah, I can’t stand it anymore, your scent is so fragrant!" Zi Chen’s almost weightless body clung to Nezha, burying her face into his neck like a cat.

"I haven’t bathed for days, what’s so fragrant about that, you perverted artifact spirit!"

"Come on, just for a little while!"

Nezha finally restrained her and looked into the distance, seeing a group of men on the mountain path, chanting in unison as they moved a large rock blocking their way.

"What are they doing?" Zi Chen asked.

Nezha frowned slightly, "I remember they were searching for some treasure in the mountains and needed to clear a road. But they are remarkable, using only manpower, they made it all the way here."

Just then, a White Ape jumped through the forest, occasionally tossing fruits to the crowd, sometimes singing and dancing to cheer them up.

Nezha shook his head, "This White Ape is just pretending to work but not putting in any real effort. With its strength, it could smash the rock in no time, without needing dozens of people to work here for days."

Before long, a team drove ox carts up the newly cleared path, prompting Nezha to rise immediately.

The leader of the team was none other than his wife, Qiu Chuyao.

He recognized most of the people in the team. They were family guards and some elders.

After watching for a while, he realized they were delivering water to those clearing the mountain path.

"How come your desires are taking over? Can’t you control it, you man!"

"Who taught you to say such things." Nezha rolled his eyes at her. "Previously, Ah Yao complained privately to me that these men could better use their strength to clear several hundred acres of good irrigated land by the river to grow grain. She also said the town lacked many resources, and she intended to focus on business both at home and outside, so why would she have time to come to the mountains?"

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