Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 69 How Much is a Head Worth (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 How Much is a Head Worth (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

For the first time encountering such a scene, Nezha was not nervous at all. He raised his head, smiled at his ’old acquaintance’, and said, "Long time no see, General Feng, congratulations on your promotion."

Feng Xiaonian slightly frowned and returned the gesture with a handclasp towards Nezha, saying, "Thanks to General Li’s great fortune, but I did not expect to encounter the Third Young Master here. It seems, Third Young Master, that you were specifically waiting for me?"

Nezha replied, "Yes."

Feng Xiaonian’s frown deepened, asking, "May I then inquire what this is about?"

Nezha smiled and said, "A true man takes responsibility for his actions. You have been practicing Left Dao Technique at Chentang Pass, and devouring our Chentang Pass townspeople. If you have the courage, admit it yourself, and do not blame me for wronging a good person."

At this moment, the long street was eerily quiet, but behind the doors and under the eaves, shadows were filled with people either peeking through cracks in the doors with eyes wide open or pricking up their ears to listen carefully.

After all, deep down, people have a gossipy nature that loves to watch the excitement.

Thus, they learned that this child stirring up the winds and clouds in Lingquan Town these days hailed from Chentang Pass, known as the Third Young Master.

They also learned that this new commander at Sanshan Pass, who not only was adept in Practicing Left Path but also devoured people, causing harm, was exceedingly ferocious.

Even the Wang Family people, who originally came in a wrathful state to seek retribution, stopped in their tracks.

The two large men holding bronze round shields still stood tall at this moment, their chests puffed out like two high walls, impervious to the relentless wind and rain.

They had practiced martial arts for years, and their formidable strength was sufficient to serve as guards for cultivators, acting as shields for cultivators. Similarly, the cultivator they protected was the foundation of their confidence.

However, at this moment, they felt a bit uneasy within.

The air was as silent as death when Feng Xiaonian softly said, "Yes, I have killed some, but what does that have to do with the Third Young Master?"

Nezha looked into Feng Xiaonian’s eyes, his pupils bearing a tinge more blood and vigor than an ordinary person.

He laughed and said, "Indeed, it originally had nothing to do with me. However, there was an old noodle seller in Chentang Pass; he treated me to a bowl of noodles without asking for payment. I, Nezha, don’t like owing money, nor do I like owing favors. Coincidentally, I heard that you devoured his grandson as well, so I plan to use your head to settle this bowl of noodle debt. What do you say, does that sound fair?"

A cold wind blew by, swirling with sporadic icy raindrops.

On this long street, as Nezha’s words dispersed with the wind, some people felt colder than this early autumn air, while others felt burning enthusiasm and couldn’t stop cheering for him.

After a while, Feng Xiaonian clapped his hands, his heart cold, but still smiling, said in a deep voice, "Very reasonable. However, General Li has been gracious to me. Killing you here would weigh heavily on my conscience. Perhaps there’s another way to resolve this. The price of that bowl of noodles—I’ll pay it, a thousand times over. Young Master, could you pass that amount to the old man?"

After hearing this, Nezha laughed three times, until the smiles on everyone present had disappeared. Only then did he stop, looked at Feng Xiaonian, and said, "No need for so much, your head is only worth a bowl of noodle money."

At this point, it was a fight to the death.

Indeed, Li Jing had been gracious to Feng Xiaonian, but the gracious one was Li Jing, not Nezha.

Thus, the words Feng Xiaonian had just spoken were merely a formality. If Nezha really fought him, he would certainly go all out.

At this very moment, Wang Hanwen, who was sitting in the sedan chair behind Nezha, was also extremely anxious and agitated.

He somewhat regretted coming here.

Due to his regret, he incessantly cursed You Gaolang in his heart, thinking that this fool had spent so much of the Wang Family’s silver at home and had done nothing but died inexplicably, and also caused such a big trouble for me, his young master.

If today I could help you take revenge and make a name for myself, then your death would be worthwhile; if revenge is not achieved, I can only grit my teeth and swallow it down. If word gets out, even Deng Jiugong of Sanshan Pass might change his favor towards me into nothing.

He was hesitant, and the handleless flying sword across his knees was as silent as a lifeless object.

Wang Hanwen stared at Nezha’s back, seeing his small stature, he thought that although he had never had any experience confronting cultivators since he began his cultivation, with the speed of his flying sword, he only needed to move his finger, and the sword would pierce through Nezha’s back and heart, instantly killing him.

But after all, the opponent was a cultivator.

What if?

Just then, a guard approached and asked, "Young Master, what should we do now?"

Wang Hanwen thought, you ask me, but who do I ask. He said somewhat impatiently, "What do you say we should do?"

"Shall we wait a bit longer?"

Wang Hanwen hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then let’s wait a bit longer."

He wanted to wait, but the two people ahead did not want to wait any longer.

Feng Xiaonian, though practicing Left Path, was ultimately a mounted general, wielding a long weapon, pulling out an iron spear from horseback, he shouted lowly and spurred his horse forward to attack, his spear thrusting like a dragon!

As soon as they clashed, uncertain of what backup the opponent had, Nezha was unwilling to use all his strength right away; instead, he wielded the Shura Ghost-Slaying Halberd to engage in fierce battle with Feng Xiaonian’s spear.

Dark clouds hovered ominously all around, and the murderous aura was menacing from all directions.

The spear gleamed bright as silver, the halberd flapped and fluttered, the spear thrust at the chest and ribs, the halberd stabbed at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

As the two exchanged blows, although Nezha was strong, Feng Xiaonian’s spear technique was precise. Having heard of Nezha’s divine power during his time at Chentang Pass, he was cautious from the start, skillfully countering strength with cunning; after more than twenty rounds, Nezha hadn’t gained the slightest advantage and was instead in constant danger.

The halberd pushed away the great spear in Feng Xiaonian’s hand, then disappeared from hand, Nezha seized the opportunity to follow close along the spear shaft, turning around and advancing, and suddenly had a treasure sword in his hand glistening with a cold light.

This instant change completely wiped out Feng Xiaonian’s prior advantage, shocked, he managed to block Nezha’s treasure sword with his long spear, turned his horse, and fled.

But the horse had not picked up speed yet, and could not shake off Nezha; Nezha kept chasing, but not too deeply, as he also knew that Feng Xiaonian was not truly fleeing at the moment, but was taking the opportunity to use divine Daoist skills.

He unfurled the Chaos Sky Silk, like a huge red python descending from the sky, intending to wrap up both Feng Xiaonian and his warhorse.

"This kid has only been cultivating for a few days, how can he be so formidable!"

Feng Xiaonian saw the red silk covering the sky above, gritted his teeth and changed color, at the same time his hands formed a spell, and from the seams of his armor suddenly emerged dozens, even hundreds, of red-eyed crows. They took flight, their blade-like claws grabbed a corner of the Chaos Sky Silk, desperately pulling upwards, managing to hold the silk from falling down for the moment!

With a "caw-caw" resounding through the sky, another large flock of crows like a dark cloud flew straight towards Nezha!

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