Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 74: Please, Baby, Turn Around

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Please, Baby, Turn Around

Magic treasures in this world are of two types; one is forged by the supremely powerful figures of the Cultivation World using their Supreme Magic Power, while the other manifests naturally within this heaven and earth, often possessing power and effects beyond explanation, known as Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Lin Jingge, well-informed and experienced, perceived only fatal danger from the glinting light, yet he did not feel the terrifying oppression brought about by the Dao Traces or spiritual insights—he recognized at a glance that this was an extremely rare and precious Innate Spiritual Treasure.

However, he could not identify which one it was.

It had been at least two hundred years since he had felt as helpless as he did now.

Lin Jingge’s complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "Daoist, everything is negotiable!"

Previously, when he made his move, each strike was lethal, but now that someone wanted his life, he started to seek negotiation.

But if everything in this world could be negotiated, then surely King Zhou would have enjoyed everlasting dominion.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Unfortunately, the person above had no intention of negotiating with him.

Lin Jingge gritted his teeth and desperately stimulated his Daoist Skills. The Array Patterns on the Eight Diagrams Immortal Robe he wore lit up, the dazzling light nearly submerging him, but like reaching a peak only to decline, the light dimmed immediately.

Originally from the light above, two beams of white light appeared within his eyes, pinning down the Mud Ball Palace of Lin Jingge.

No matter how profound Lin Jingge’s cultivation was, or how wonderful the Immortal Robe was, with his Primordial Spirit locked, he unexpectedly felt increasingly groggy.

At this moment, the Daoist inside the room, originally with a wine gourd at his waist, now floating in mid-air, stood up and bowed respectfully towards the gourd, saying, "Please turn around, precious treasure."

The treasure above Lin Jingge’s head turned, and the head of this elder from Purple Dragon Island, who had been prominent in the Cultivation World for a millennium, had already fallen to the ground.

His head dropped, and his body followed backward, collapsing into the volcanic ash, his physical body filthy and his Primordial Spirit locked, hovering dimly in mid-air.

If Nezha were to see this scene outside at this moment, or hear what the neighboring Daoist said, he would certainly recognize this unknown senior from the Taoist door as Lu Ya, the most mysterious and unfathomable Loose Cultivator in the Fengshen World.

Lu Ya.

At this moment, Daoist Lu Ya glanced next door, his expression fluctuating continuously before settling back to calm, murmuring, "How strange, who exactly is this child, and who is concealing his fate from the heavens? Even if he is to play a significant role in the Three Teachings’ Divine Enthronement, it shouldn’t be like this."

He paced back and forth inside the room, stepped consecutively in the positions of the Big Dipper for seven steps, paused, and glanced next door again, "The law of Heavenly performance seems to be shrouded in fog; is it really beyond human influence?"

Hao Yue approached the window, and the moonlight cast upon the carved brass wind chimes hung on the window frame, coating them with a layer of silver frost.

The Daoist glanced at the sky, took the wind chimes in his hands into his embrace, and muttered ’interesting’ three times, immediately sitting down cross-legged, and moments later, opened his eyes, which emitted two beams of white light, much like the gourd.

"Considering his Realm, he hasn’t been in the God Absorption Realm for very long, but it seems today he is on the verge of understanding the Golden Core Technique as if it’s due to his talent, or rather, deep good fortune—mysterious, truly mysterious."

Lu Ya sighed, concluding that what he couldn’t discern, he would no longer stare at; to him, whether it was spending a night safeguarding this junior’s breakthrough or just having killed that elder from West Sea Purple Dragon Island, both were trivial matters unworthy of mention.

However, it was the fog concealing Nezha’s fate that seemed to him more intriguing than the current Fire Eye Mountain.

...

Morning.

The sun rose like a dazzling shrine on the horizon.

Nezha opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and as he gently exhaled, quite unconsciously, he felt his understanding of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi deepen.

He murmured, "This Golden Core Technique, it truly relates to the human body’s meridians, blood vessels, and even the Qi Sea behind the waist—it’s no wonder Shi Ji said this matter could only be comprehended by oneself. Although this method originates from the heart, why do I feel a sense of thorough clarity throughout my body? The pursuit of cultivation truly is magical."

Nezha jumped up from bed, walked barefoot on the slightly cool poplar wood flooring for a couple of steps, frowned slightly, always feeling something was amiss.

He stepped out the door, greeted the inn’s servant downstairs; the way the servant looked at him felt off.

Nezha thought he had just looked in the mirror and there were no dirt on his face, but soon he was slightly taken aback, turned back to look at the servant again, and then realized what had happened.

Overnight, he had inexplicably grown two inches taller.

"How strange."

He went upstairs to find the Daoist next door, knocked on the door but got no response. He thought to himself, why didn’t this master say goodbye? However, a second thought made him realize, a senior like that doesn’t really need to report his whereabouts to me, so he made peace with it, took the jujube-red horse, and headed towards the hot spring.

"See you if we’re destined."

He had made up his mind; once he left today, he would not return, but he didn’t leave directly and instead led the horse through the narrow path deep into the alleys of Lingquan Town.

The place was narrow and dirty, inhabited by a mixed crowd.

The main road paved with blue stone slabs, both wide and clean, respectable with incessant rows of shops and merchants on both sides, was the facade of Lingquan Town.

These interwoven, wide and narrow filthy alleys by the sides of the long street, however, were the true face of Lingquan Town once the mask was peeled off, where the powerful families manipulated all, and ordinary folks struggled to make a living.

This true face, known to all townsfolk, yet unless one really lived here, one wouldn’t even think about mentioning or even contemplating it.

Today, Nezha was visiting a person who lived here.

He only knew she lived in this direction, not exactly where, but it didn’t matter—he had a mouth to ask.

Perhaps there was a destined encounter, so no words needed to be asked before they bumped into each other.

It was a prostitute who had been fending for herself through prostitution since her parents died when she was a child.

It was still early; she had just stepped out, wearing patched-up embroidered shoes, carefully avoiding puddles and stepping on scattered stepping stones, moving agilely and practiced.

The woman looked up, to see Nezha here was more of a surprise than awkwardness.

"Young master?"

Seeing no one around, Nezha didn’t bother with small talk and said, "I am leaving today."

"I am leaving today."

The woman felt no turmoil in her heart. Like Nezha, there had been others who pitied her, treated her to meals, and were kind to her, but they all came and went hurriedly. To think that someone would actually fancy a prostitute like her, she’d laugh at herself for harboring such a thought.

Let alone, Nezha was just a seven-year-old child, a high-standing descendant of an Immortal.

Nezha, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a heavy bag from his waist and tossed it into the woman’s arms. It was quite heavy, causing her to stagger almost to the point of not catching it.

With a puzzled face, she opened a corner of the bag, glanced inside, and trembled, then asked in a trembling voice, "What... what’s this?"

"Two days ago, outside the town, I encountered a group of blindfolded bandits who dared to target your young master. I killed them on the spot and found two hundred taels of silver on their bodies. I figured the original owners of this silver are probably long departed to the West Heaven, untraceable, so it’s all yours now."

The woman, dazed, trembled even more. With this silver, she could climb out of this abyss-like quagmire.

As she recovered, she noticed Nezha had already turned the horse around, mounted it.

"Why?"

Nezha, gripping the reins, touched the jujube-red horse’s mane that had been untied and retied, and asked, "Why what?"

"I... I’m just a prostitute."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, clearly not a cold day nor the harshness of deep winter, yet she felt her upper and lower teeth clashing.

Yes, I... I’m just a prostitute, I don’t deserve such kindness from others.

As she thought about it, her heart trembled too.

At this moment, Nezha spurred his horse forward, his silhouette dark under the sunlight, and he lightly said before leaving.

"It’s what the people of this world owe you."

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