Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 62 Walls Have Ears

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Walls Have Ears

Immortal Slaying Sword.

Upon hearing this, Nezha was suddenly filled with dread, as it turns out the one who acted was Yu Ding Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, the renowned master of Yang Jian, also known as Immortal Master Erlang.

According to the person next door, there must be quite a few supreme experts nearby vying for the strange treasure within the Fire Eye.

Even that cultivator who died under the Immortal Slaying Sword just now felt to Nezha to be absolutely above Ao Bing, who had already achieved the realm of Independent Immortal.

Yet such a powerful cultivator was dismissed in the words of Yu Ding Zhenren as nothing more than an ’arrogant mouse, mere trifle of Daoist skill.’

He sighed inwardly, thinking that indeed, the place where such strange treasures appear is as perilous as Shi Ji Madam had warned, not a place for ordinary people to meddle in.

With this awareness in his heart, Nezha heard another sigh from next door, accompanied by the words: "After years of secluded cultivation, I almost forgot that walls have ears."

Upon hearing this, Nezha felt a tension rise in his heart. Although he didn’t know who the other was or their capabilities, it was clear that these words were meant for him.

Judging by the earlier evaluation of the seemingly divine and powerful Yu Ding Zhenren from the person next door, it was evident that he regarded them as a peer, even if not as powerful; their realms must not be too far apart.

Though he thought that since people spoke in a busy inn, they should be prepared to be overheard, it was clear now that the other party held greater power, so reason wasn’t on his side.

Without making a sound, he sighed internally, recalling Shi Ji Madam’s words that after defeating Feng Xiaonian, he should leave promptly, as even a single step closer in such a place might incur calamity without reason.

He exited the room and approached the next door, bowing with his hands in salute: "I am Li Nezha, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect under Taiyi Zhenren of the Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, paying respects to the elder."

After a moment, the voice from inside responded: "A disciple under Taiyi Zhenren? A fine student from a renowned master. In that case, come in and meet."

Upon hearing this, Nezha hesitated for a moment and then pushed open the door to enter. Upon entering, his large black, round eyes unconsciously lifted to survey the room arrangement, finding it similar to his own, with wooden floors, a carved bed, a square table.

Inside the room, there was only one person, just as he had stood before, gazing from the window with leaning on the railing from afar.

Nezha took a closer look at this person, noticing the fish tail crown on his head, wearing a hempen Daoist robe, with long whiskers flowing below his chin, holding a Yellow Court Scripture in his hands with torn pages. What struck him most was that although the person clearly had the attire of a Taoist, a bottle gourd for wine was oddly hanging by the belt at his waist.

He was puzzled, wondering just who this individual might be.

Nezha stood respectfully with hands in salute in the room, thinking that as he was now merely a child and had done nothing wrong. Having performed the courtesy here, a senior with such great virtue as him would not trouble him.

After a while, when the sky’s movement ceased, the Taoist turned around, taking a detailed look at Nezha, whose clear eyes flashed with a glimmering light, sighing: "As soon as the third generation disciples of the Chan Sect produced a Yang Jian, here comes a Nezha, indeed the talents are prolific and admirable."

Hearing this, Nezha felt even more confused in his heart.

He thought to himself that although he was of extraordinary physique, surely there were others in the world with such different bodies. Besides, currently, he was only in the God Absorption Realm, whereas Yang Jian, as an outstanding third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, could already compete with some veteran sages. There was no comparison between them, so why was he praised as soon as he walked in?

The Taoist saw him lowering his head in thought and gently said: "It’s been many days since I arrived here, but I haven’t seen Taiyi Zhenren. Did you come with your master?"

Nezha did not answer this question directly but instead asked: "Does the elder have an acquaintance with my master?"

His intention was clear, he simply didn’t want to say more.

If this elder were acquainted with Taiyi, then bringing up his recent situation would make it possible for him to fabricate something about everything being fine. But if there were enmity instead, with Taiyi Zhenren not present here, wouldn’t he be about to serve as a scapegoat?

So it’s best for Taiyi Zhenren to exist in a Schrödinger state here.

The Taoist appeared to be an ordinary scholarly middle-aged man, much like the destitute talents one might imagine, lingering at brothels despite their literary gifts.

Yet he was, after all, a cultivator, having endured countless years in the world seeking immortality. Even with Nezha being reincarnated twice, his age put together was probably not even a fraction of the Taoist’s age.

Thus, the Taoist immediately discerned Nezha’s little schemes, shaking his head with a smile, saying: "Chan Sect’s Twelve Golden Immortals are renowned even the Heavenly Emperor wishes for their submission. Even if they don’t know me, I should have heard of them."

So they weren’t acquainted.

Nezha thought that this matter might just terminate here since, even though he was lucky to meet a Shi Ji, who instructed him in cultivation and transmitted Daoist skills to him.

Though Shi Ji always taunted him sharply at first encounter, in Nezha’s heart, Shi Ji had already become akin to a respectable senior of the sect.

But luck is not perpetual; these great cultivators are all shrewd individuals who would not let a seven-year-old child repeatedly take advantage.

Just as he was considering taking his leave, this Taoist of unknown background pointed to the ground, making the cheap oiled yang wood floorboards miraculously sprout and intertwine, forming a small natural bench in moments.

"Sit, and chat with me for a while."

Nezha was courageous, and seeing that this Taoist indeed had superior methods, making the once lifeless yang wood floor come to life again, he assumed he was undoubtedly a formidable and esteemed senior.

He agreed to sit, and the Taoist first inquired about the local customs of Chentang Pass and then shared some amusing tales from Kunlun Mountains with him. Nezha found that this Taoist was different from Shi Ji, Bi Yun, Cai Yun, or even Mr. Fan.

Though he claimed to have suffered hard cultivation in the mountains, his speech was completely worldly, effortlessly charming, making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze.

All in all, he had a very high emotional intelligence.

So when the Taoist asked Nezha why a seven-year-old child wasn’t cultivating on the mountain with his master but had come so far to the dangerous military hotspot of Sanshan Pass, Nezha earnestly explained the matter of Feng Xiaonian.

The Taoist was silent for a while before gently saying: "He was once a lieutenant under your father. Holding a grudge against him brings you no good, only harm."

Nezha laughed and said, "Not without merit, at least my heart feels at ease."

"True enough, when the heart is free, the realm follows, though sadly, among cultivators, those who retain such youthful tenacity in their younger days are many; as their age and realms rise, they all become astute traders, unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss."

Nezha said, "Taoist, that’s not quite right. I see you also have quite a high realm, yet your youthful spirit is undiminished."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist laughed heartily, teasing that Nezha’s flattery was somewhat lacking in finesse, yet feeling pleased internally, murmuring: "White clouds are free, the heart like flowing water, seeing mountains as green hills, water as green rivers. You little one, if you hadn’t apprenticed under Taiyi, this old man might have considered taking you as a disciple."

Nezha acknowledged it verbally, but thought to himself, who exactly are you?

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