Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 72: Upper Immortal Guest on Purple Dragon Island

To think that in the days that I’ve stayed here, everyone has been saying that the Wang Family of Lingquan Town act tyrannically and cover the sky with one hand; now looking at you, you really can bend and stretch, so worldly and smooth.

Before he could verbalize his thoughts, he saw Wang Hanwen push open the sedan door and its thick, beautifully embroidered curtains, and quickly walk up to him, grabbing his hands and placing a purse from around his waist into them.

Wang Hanwen took Nezha’s hands with a sincere look on his face and said, "I and Brother Nezha hit it off at first sight, it’s just a pity that I was in a hurry when I left home and didn’t bring any gifts. Here, this is a bag of golden sunflower seeds made by our family’s goldsmith, please accept it as travel expenses and make sure to take it."

It is said that one should not slap the hand that’s offered in kindness, and here Wang Hanwen was smiling to the point of nearly crying, especially since he was accepting someone else’s money in front of a crowd.

Nezha accepted the seeds, and looking at the trembling legs beneath the other’s clothes, as if shaking like chaff, he laughed and said, "Brother Wang, it’s getting cold; you should wear long johns."

"Long johns?"

Wang Hanwen was confused but just smiled and agreed.

Nezha weighed the purse in his hand and said, "Brother Wang, after all, human life is precious and not to be taken lightly. Death is heavier than Mount Tai, so this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated. If after I leave, it turns out to be a misunderstanding, the people of Lingquan Town would think I had executed the wrong person."

"There has been no misunderstanding; everything has been thoroughly investigated!"

Wang Hanwen said this with an especially raised tone so that everyone on the street could hear clearly.

On the surface, he spoke with righteous indignation, but internally he couldn’t help but groan; you were the one who killed the man, and yet here you are, claiming injustice. Speaking of death being heavier than Mount Tai, I think what you’re really saying is that my pouch is too light.

A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Hanwen’s eyes, well concealed, as he spoke with his lips inviting Nezha to visit his mansion as his guest, promising a rich reward afterward.

But where would Nezha agree to go? Imagine if after getting to your house, I find an old demon who’s been cultivating for years, whom I can neither defeat nor escape from.

After sending Wang Hanwen off, the street returned to its usual bustle; those who dismantled their door panels did so, and those who set up stalls did so, instantly recovering the liveliness of past days.

Only at this moment did the gloomy feeling that had weighed on him for so long lessen by a third.

Nezha returned to the inn, ignoring the strange looks from others. He went upstairs, planning to pack up and start his journey on horseback, but was stopped by a senior Taoist from the neighboring room, calling out to him.

He went forward to pay his respects and give thanks, but the Taoist didn’t say why he wanted him to stay, only mentioning that today wasn’t an auspicious day and told Nezha to rest here one more night. If there were things to do, they could be done early the next morning and there was no hurry.

Nezha truly wasn’t in a hurry.

After slaying Feng Xiaonian, the waves in his heart settled, and upon opening his eyes, he saw the flowing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in a new light. The Qi was thread-like and softly wrapped around his fingers, different from before.

Thus, he told the attendant not to disturb him if there was nothing important, shut the door, closed the windows, took an inspiration creation pill, and began meditating in search of the path to immortality hidden on the way of seeking the Dao.

This meditation session was even more effectively rewarding than he had expected, with time swiftly flying by unnoticed; it had already become evening.

As darkness fell in the room, only the cold moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, creating a tranquility in which one’s senses became particularly acute in the darkness.

Elder Lin Jingge from Purple Dragon Island paced down to the street beneath the inn.

At this time, most of the street lamps had already been extinguished. A strong wind in the afternoon had swept away the rain clouds for hundreds of miles and had also carried a thick layer of the black ash spewed out from Fire Eye Mountain, covering the rooftops and streets—thus, hardly anyone was willing to venture outside, and the shops had closed early.

Elder Lin, wearing a cyan Daoist robe, ambled through the mud and ash on the long street, yet miraculously, as if he were weightless, he left no footprints where he passed.

After stepping onto this long street, he halted after just seven paces.

He turned his head, and his gaze pierced through the countless shops on both sides of the long street to its very end, where a Taoist in a grey robe was walking step by step towards him.

The difference was, as soon as Elder Lin’s gaze fell on him and his face, the other man belatedly realized and stiffened in his strides, lifting his head with an incomprehending look toward the front.

This Taoist carried a hiltless flying sword behind him, his brows slightly furrowed. He opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse, and softly said, "Which Daoist friend is it?"

"Indeed, it’s you. If you value your life, then scram; the Purple Cloud Divine Wood is not something you can lay your hands on!"

A distantly carried "scram" was heard in the wind, the grey-robed Taoist’s brows furrowed even tighter, but his lifted foot stepped resolutely forward. Then, he felt along the long street, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi forming into a series of fine torrents, as well as the deep Dao Trace engraved within these torrents.

The grey-robed Taoist’s face changed drastically, he made a cupped fist salute forward, and then, without turning back, he walked away.

His cultivation had reached the realm of a Golden Immortal, and he came here today merely wanting to find an opportunity for his newly accepted disciple, to teach a lesson to the ignorant youngster who appeared in this mundane town.

But who would have thought that he hadn’t even truly entered this long street before he encountered a senior Taoist whose casual display of power was far above his own and who seemed to even recognize him.

No wonder, no wonder.

Although his disciple, Wang Hanwen, had only stepped into the God Absorption Realm not long ago, he carried a flying sword bestowed by himself.

Although the grade of the Magic Treasure was low, their sect’s cultivators wielded the flying sword with extremely quick speed and could kill invisibly; usually, cultivators of the same realm could not even react.

The fact that Wang Hanwen was scared off without even daring to make a move clearly indicated that the youngster from the daytime must be the disciple of a highly accomplished master.

Only, since he had accepted Wang Hanwen these past years, even though he had received the Wang Family’s offerings for several years, upon reflection, things seemed always somehow unfavorably fateful.

He walked on and then suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Could it be that this lad’s fate clashes with mine?"

As Wang Hanwen’s master began to ponder his Eight Diagrams, Lingquan Town’s Elder Lin strode out his tenth step with satisfaction, having already covered half of the long street thus far.

He couldn’t help but recall how Daoist Qi prepared everything today at Fire Eye Mountain, only lamenting that although this woman was both stingy and foolish, her execution was incredibly swift and frighteningly effective.

If the forces coming from Fire Eye Mountain were truly limited to those exposed so far, then there was a very good chance that the Purple Cloud Divine Wood would end up in the hands of West Sea Purple Dragon Island.

Such Divine Material was rare in the world; uncarved, it was even more precious than a supreme Magic Treasure made from Purple Cloud Divine Wood for certain cultivators who specifically needed it.

But for those who did not need it, such as himself, if the Divine Material couldn’t be exchanged for resources needed for personal cultivation, keeping it would only invite unwarranted trouble.

He took another step forward, his mind calm, but the intricate Array Patterns inscribed on the Eight Diagrams Immortal Robe he wore began to light up layer by layer.

Elder Lin thought that there must be other experts around and uttered a slight smile, whispering, "I am Lin Jingge of West Sea Purple Dragon Island; which Daoist friend graces this place, one I have not yet met?"

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