Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 61 Immortal Slaying Sword

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Immortal Slaying Sword

Nezha certainly isn’t of an age to be interested in women yet, and the woman before him is obviously not an ordinary woman.

However, she now appears exceedingly plain, except for the clean clothes she is wearing and her neatly washed brows and eyes; beyond that, she is barely better off than a beggar on the street.

Nezha took notice of her and spared a bit of his attention for her.

But not all of it.

Because in his mind, he is still preoccupied with another matter: how he will kill Feng Xiaonian when he passes by this long street.

As for what kind of trump card Feng Xiaonian holds, and what his strength is, Nezha has thought about it all the way here, and having found no answer, he decided not to think about it anymore.

These past few days here, he has been living comfortably – eating well, drinking well, and sleeping well, waiting at ease for the upcoming challenge.

As for the woman.

The woman was standing next to a square table, which was occupied by a man with triangular eyes, a goat face, a character-shaped moustache, and a face full of shrewdness. Dressed in a manner that’s not local, he looked like the kind of businessman who travels in all directions to do business, commonly seen at Chentang Pass.

The woman was quietly speaking with the man. Nezha pricked his ears and listened for a while; they were talking about how much money, how long, and what kinds of services were available.

Once the price was settled, the triangular-eyed man, with a lecherous smile, led the woman upstairs to the guest rooms, while the men downstairs jeered as they watched.

Just like that, amidst the jeering laughter, the woman lowered her head and followed the man upwards without blushing, step by step.

Nezha noticed the woman’s expression in her eyes.

It was the same numbed look as the beggars outside, similar to that of a dead person.

She was a prostitute.

There are no brothels in Chentang Pass, and a battle-worn small place like Lingquan Town wouldn’t have any decent brothels either. So the first prostitute Nezha saw in this world was in such an ordinary inn.

This was very different from what Nezha had imagined.

As a soul that has transmigrated, or in the black lingo of the Cultivation World, a transmigrator who has seized the Primordial Spirit, he is a modern person who has received modern education.

A man.

After arriving in a feudal society, out of simple curiosity, Nezha, or rather the Li Zha in the depths of his heart, also faintly looked forward to visiting the bustling places of the world one day, to witness the romance and beauty described in poems and books.

He had even imagined how he would enter a brothel – after all, in this aspect, he didn’t need to compare himself with General MacArthur to know he was green as a cucumber.

He had imagined himself not being good with words, wanting to pretend to be a regular but failing to do so, hesitating at the door, pacing back and forth, two steps forward and three steps back, and eventually entering the place due to his inability to refuse the eager greeting from the eagerly welcoming brothel-keepers at the doorstep.

After entering, there would be shadows flickering behind the gauzy curtains in the dim light; upstairs, beauties would half-conceal their faces with painted fans, with the sisters leaning on the railings, laughing and beckoning while their skirts fluttered all around.

Once seated, he would wrap his arms around a beautiful girl, drink fine wine, and eat good food, enjoying music and dances, throwing gold around to win a beauty’s smile, then leave gracefully, leaving behind a vivid impression in the hearts of the girls like the poet Liu Yong...

This was the story he imagined.

Such stories may exist, but they certainly wouldn’t appear in a place like Lingquan Town.

So the reality presented before his eyes was simple and cruel.

A gaunt and pitiable woman.

Negotiating a price.

Go to sleep.

This matter will be set aside for now. After eating, Nezha went up to his second-floor room, put away his belongings, and pushed open the window to look west.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was positioned just over the volcano’s crater, obscured by thick black smoke.

A hundred miles of red earth, grass and trees parched and withered, with a faint sulferous odor drifting through the air.

Nezha sighed: "Just speaking of the scenery, it is indeed magnificent."

He remembered what Shi Ji once told him, that Sanshan Pass had a fiery pit, within which a dark green piece of wood rose and fell in the magma, possibly the legendary Purple Cloud Divine Wood.

And such a strange treasure appearing in this world would surely provoke the cultivators here to struggle and fight over it.

Shi Ji’s original intention was for him to travel carefully in the future, to avoid such places when his power was insufficient, so as not to bring disaster upon himself.

But whether it was fate or some preordained destiny, the town he happened to settle in for now was not far from the foot of that mountain.

Nezha pondered this in his heart and suddenly felt an intense fluctuation of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi nearby. He looked up and saw a white rainbow shooting up from the ground, arching across tens of miles in the sky, one end still above Lingquan Town and the other already connected to the space above the volcano, as if it intended to plunge directly into the fiery pit!

Downstairs in the inn, and throughout the town, exclamations rose and fell one after another.

Even though it was the Fengshen World, aside from those cultivators serving the court in the military, ordinary people rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with cultivators.

But lately, the people of Lingquan Town would often see prismatic lights streaking across the skies every day, figures battling among the clouds disrupting the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, leading to thunder, lightning, and fierce winds.

At first, people were terrified at the sight, hiding inside their homes shaking with fear, praying to the gods and buddhas enshrined at home for protection.

But as time went on, they often saw those with fish-tail hats and Taoist robes, bearded individuals who looked like Taoists, taking up residence in the town.

Moreover, these Hidden Masters who usually secluded themselves in the mountains, often showed no interest in commoners. They were generous with their money, so the businesses of Lingquan Town soon extended a warm welcome to them, happily engaging in trade with immortals.

Nezha looked up at the Taoist in the green robe on the white rainbow. With a flick of his long sleeve, he rose into the air, traveling along the Divine Bridge that stretched through the firmament toward the fiery pit, with an air of elegance and ease.

As a cultivator himself, Nezha would certainly not shout and scream like the common mortals below. He only frowned, watching the Taoist in the sky surrounded by golden light, his aura powerful and unabashed.

He couldn’t help but lament that powerful cultivators in this world were indeed dominant and overbearing, unlike him - although he was a cultivator, he had to think carefully to conceal his aura and disguise himself as an ordinary person when outside.

He mused to himself: "I just wonder which senior it is, from which famous mountain, which cave abode."

All of a sudden, Nezha felt a slight shaking of the dust between the wooden floorboards under his feet, followed by a cold snort that reached his ears, its volume not diminished even after traveling dozens of miles.

Then, an Immortal’s voice rebuked from the clouds: "Arrogant wretch, with your meager cultivation! How dare you interfere!"

As soon as these words fell, a chilling streak of light flashed through the heaven and earth, like a dry thunderbolt appearing out of the blue. They saw the clearly high-level Taoist, without uttering a sound, along with the Divine Bridge under his feet both cut in half.

The bloody corpse fell from the sky, and some bold evil creature surged out from nowhere, flapping its wings in the air, dragging along a swath of crimson blood clouds, transforming into a streak of light and diving straight for the falling corpse.

It so happened that this evil creature was very lucky. The chilling streak of light had just now deterred the lesser beings from acting, yet the Hidden Master responsible for the streak of light was uninterested and disdainful of acting against the corpse. Thus, the creature actually managed to snatch the body away.

Nezha could not discern the realm of this person who had made a move, but this was his first time witnessing a great power of the Cultivation World take action, feeling it was truly the wrath of thunder, one strike and all turns to ash.

At this time he should have been lost in thought, fantasizing about his own future, or as usual after being emotionally shaken, quickly consume another inspiration creation pill and meditate cross-legged to seek enlightenment on the Golden Core Technique.

However, by a twist of fate, he had excellent hearing, standing by the window, he noticed the neighboring window was also open, and the voice of the person talking next door naturally reached his ears.

"Long time no see, the might of the Immortal Slaying Sword is undiminished. And Yu Ding Real Person’s temperament hasn’t reduced even by half. Despite so many Daoists watching, he’s the first to lose patience and make a move."

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