Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 59 Nursery Rhyme

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Nursery Rhyme

"Don’t be silent, you’re not dead yet. As long as you’re alive, there’s hope. A broken leg can be reattached, a shattered shoulder can be healed slowly."

"You’re so beautiful. There must be some fools among the men you’ve met in your life who would risk their lives for you, dying in these deep mountains to feed the snakes, insects, rats, jackals, wolves, and leopards. What a pity to let such a promising future turn to nothing in an instant."

The more Nezha spoke, the darker the ’Night Master’s’ expression became as she looked up at Nezha’s youthful face.

Seeing him stand amidst a pile of corpses, talking freely, she thought, if you’re afraid of my resistance, you could again use a magic treasure like before to bind my hands and feet.

If you want to torture a confession out of me, who starts by breaking people’s limbs without asking a single question?

She didn’t understand, so she was even more afraid.

She looked into Nezha’s deep, black pupils. In the records of the Shang Dynasty, only the descendants of the Kua Fu clan from Beihai were known to have such pure, black, night-like eyes.

Relying on a woman’s intuition, she read two words from this pair of bizarre eyes.

Seriousness.

The child in front of her was now extremely serious.

After confirming that there was some kind of extreme emotion within his character that might not normally be displayed, the Night Master gradually fell into despair, yet Nezha’s recent words rekindled a faint desire for life within her.

She said, "Li Zha, right? Little brother Li Zha, you also said that there was no enmity between us before."

As she said this, Nezha wagged a finger in front of her, reminding her, "There wasn’t before, but there is now."

The woman suppressed her pain and said, "Just now, it was I who was blind and offended the young hero. However, this can be considered a case of not knowing each other before the fight. My name is Huang Juan, the niece of His Highness Huang Feihu, King Wu Cheng of Chengtang. I serve in the Flying Tiger Army. With your formidable abilities as a cultivator, if you’re willing to serve the court, I could introduce you to His Highness King Wu Cheng. You would surely have a bright future!"

Nezha feigned surprise and said, "Is that so? But I’ve killed so many of your people and hurt you like this. Won’t you hold a grudge?"

"Of course, it’s true." Huang Juan, seeing Nezha seemingly weighing the pros and cons, smirked inwardly, thinking that no matter how strange or peculiar, he was ultimately just a child, "Though my injuries are severe, as long as you escort me to Zhaoge, a place full of talented individuals and countless treasure medicines, a single bite could immediately heal me. Losing just a few guards in exchange for a virtuous hero like Li Zha to serve, His Highness King Wu Cheng would surely be overjoyed!"

Nezha muttered, "Really? But Zhaoge is too far, and the benefits come later. Your subordinates are pitifully poor, with hardly anything valuable on them, just a few ounces of silver. Since you’re Huang Feihu’s niece, such an esteemed person must carry some good things, right?"

Looking at Nezha’s smiling face, Huang Juan gritted her teeth and said, "In the bag you just took, there’s a Millennium Vermilion Fruit, with rare Life Essence within. If refined into a Lifespan Extension Pill by a great alchemist, a single one can increase lifespan by decades."

For a mortal or a cultivator below the Golden Core Stage, gaining decades could virtually mean another lifetime.

Especially for those cultivators in the God Absorption Realm, one step from forming a Golden Core but with limited lifespan, the lifespans increased by a single pill could translate not just to decades, but using these decades to form a Golden Core and gaining an actual five hundred years of life.

Moreover, the crucial point is, Nezha had heard Shi Ji mention that to refine the Golden Core, aside from the core base, various heavenly treasures containing Life Essence were needed as supplements, and these treasures were key to raising the Golden Core Level.

Nezha opened the bag and took out an exquisite Jade Box, which also had a tiger-head motif engraved on it.

He opened the Jade Box again, and before seeing the fruit, a refreshing fruit fragrance wafted, diluting even the heavy smell of blood in the Nuwa Temple.

What met his eyes was an entirely red fruit, about the size of a lychee, unlike any seen before.

Nezha glanced at it, put the fruit away, and asked, "Is this the Millennium Vermilion Fruit?"

"Indeed."

Greed flashed in Huang Juan’s eyes. Though heavily injured, if she could find a skilled doctor to set her bones right, with the rich Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the Vermilion Fruit, a single bite and sleep might restore her completely.

Nezha looked at Huang Juan and said seriously, "Even if this is truly the Millennium Vermilion Fruit, it’s my possession now. What does it have to do with you?"

Huang Juan was taken aback and immediately replied, "But—"

Nezha gently placed his index finger on her lips, signaling for her to stay silent, then softly said, "Perhaps you misunderstood me. What I mean is, do you have any other items on you that I haven’t found, which might make me consider sparing your life?"

Huang Juan thought to herself, who would set out on a journey with all their belongings? But she could not say she had none. Anxious, she replied, "To be honest, my family in Zhaoge is well-off, with quite a fortune. Though I have little on me now, as long as you send me back to Zhaoge, I assure you—"

Nezha said, "Let me remind you, when you just ambushed me, what technique did you use?"

At this remark, Huang Juan’s heart sank. Firstly, because she finally realized that the child in front of her couldn’t be truly regarded as a mere child, and secondly, because she understood what Nezha wanted.

Tears streamed from Huang Juan’s eyes as she cried, "That was my last unstable charm, the others have all been used up in the mountains."

"Used up, huh." Nezha looked up, the spiritual banner hanging from the ceiling swayed with the wind, "That’s really unfortunate."

Nezha casually picked up a wide saber used by the Flying Tiger Army from the ground and thrust it into Huang Juan’s chest.

If Huang Juan could have remained calm enough to think before dying, she would have realized that from the moment they clashed, nothing she could offer would change this outcome.

The saying ’dead men tell no tales’ is about doing it thoroughly or not at all.

After finishing everything, Nezha took a breath, looked around, and observed the red-brown horse, a spiritual beast of the mountains, still calmly chewing on hay beside him.

He thought he was nowhere as carefree as the red-brown horse, as he couldn’t sleep crammed among a field of corpses.

Taking off his clothes, he dashed into the rain, dug a large pit under an old tree by the mountain path, tossed all the corpses from the temple into the pit, and buried them. Then he used the Chaos Sky Silk to gather rainwater into the temple, washing away the bloody sludge from the floor, before returning to the fire to roast buns.

Traveling alone through the mountains, even doing nothing can drain one’s energy, let alone when there’s fighting and scheming involved.

So Nezha was very tired.

He roasted buns while humming a little tune.

"I came from Chentang Pass, heading to Sanshan Pass, to chop off your head, to kick it like a ball..."

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