Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 80: Dead Enemies Are Good Enemies

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Dead Enemies Are Good Enemies

The disciples of Purple Dragon Island were ready to set off. Yu Ding and Daoxing Venerable exchanged a glance, having fought their way here with great effort, never expecting this turn of events.

They naturally did not want West Sea Purple Dragon Island to gain the upper hand. However, as mentioned before, West Sea Purple Dragon Island was powerful, and who knew what gains would come of this journey. It would be unwise to make enemies with West Sea Purple Dragon Island over this.

At this moment, Yu Ding sighed and said, "Upholding the righteous way and eliminating demons is our duty. If my disciple Yang Jian were here, he would undoubtedly lead the charge without hesitation.

However, fortunately, in this generation of Chan Sect disciples, there is more than one. Nezha, on this journey, accompany the senior brothers and sisters of Purple Dragon Island, firstly to look out for each other, and secondly, not to fall behind. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, and seeing the unclear expression, whether of encouragement or threat, in the eyes of the two seniors, Nezha immediately understood. This meant he was to risk his life competing against these dozen or so cultivators from Purple Dragon Island, not only to compete but to win, and then to hand over everything he obtained to this so-called ’sect’.

How shrewd and shameless!

Nezha sighed. Under a roof, one might have to bow or otherwise get their head broken unless it was hard enough to poke a hole through the roof.

He instinctively touched his head, having left Chentang Pass, away from Sister Cuiyu, and changed the small whip on his head to a Taoist style bun.

Nezha nodded in agreement, and then, surprisingly, Yu Ding spoke something human, "This Demon Lord, called Iron Emperor, although full of sins and deserves death, is indeed very skillful. The Black Iron Temple he left behind must be fraught with danger. Your cultivation is low, so I grant you three sword talismans, use them in this manner to help you slay enemies."

With that, three yellow talisman papers floated out from Yu Ding’s sleeve into Nezha’s hand.

Nezha was delighted in his heart and thanked Yu Ding, and then copying him, looked expectantly towards Daode Tianzun.

Seeing Daoxing Venerable unmoved, Nezha coughed twice and gave Daoxing Venerable a look. "Uncle, Uncle, haven’t you seen that big crowd from Purple Dragon Island? Without some treasures, how can we manage?"

His hint was so obvious that even Daoist Master Xiao Qi and the dozen or so disciples about to enter the Black Iron Temple from Purple Dragon Island found it amusing.

"Cough, cough, Uncle, I see you have this Demon-Subduing Pestle..."

"The Demon-Subduing Pestle is not a magic artifact for you." Daoxing Venerable frowned, stating bluntly, "I grant you a silken linen robe; when worn, it will render you invulnerable to blades and spears, and impervious to water and fire. Hurry along now."

Having gotten the treasure, Nezha took Deng Chanyu by the hand and walked inside without looking back.

The people outside were not in a hurry, having waited years and months to come here; waiting a little longer didn’t matter. Now that they couldn’t go in, they could go back and call for disciples to come.

Yu Ding and Daoxing had their preparations, and Daoist Master Xiao Qi also began distributing magic treasures to her disciples. At this moment, several divine lights broke through the prohibition above, landing on the ground.

Regardless of Chan or Jie Sect, they were all familiar faces.

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Inside the Black Iron Temple, Deng Chanyu followed closely by Nezha’s side, timidly like the girl next door, asked, "Why don’t you wear the silken linen robe yourself? Why give it to me?"

"Because you are mortal, and I am a cultivator."

"Cultivators don’t often care for mortals." Deng Chanyu, who had seen many cultivators, remarked, "But since you’re kind to me, I’ll remember that. If someone attacks you later, I’ll naturally help you."

"Help me?"

"Why, because I’m mortal, you look down on me? I’m quite formidable, you know. Do you have any handy weapons to give me?"

Hearing this, Nezha was stirred, and from his Qiankun Bag, he took out a pair of nimble dual knives and handed them to Deng Chanyu.

Deng Chanyu’s eyes lit up, twirling the dual knives with flair, she laughed, "How did you know I love to wield dual knives?"

Nezha casually replied, "Because we are kindred spirits."

Deng Chanyu blushed, spat at him, and said, "This place truly resembles a grand tomb, with millennium lamps lit everywhere."

"Millennium lamps?"

"In the bronze vats by the walls, it seems to be the oil refined from mermaid flesh, said to burn for millennia."

"Aren’t mermaids part of the Demon Race too? This Demon Lord uses the flesh of his kin to refine oil for lamps and decorate columns with corpses. How cruel."

Listening to Nezha’s complaints, Deng Chanyu laughed, "Matters among the Demon Race aren’t easy for humans to understand. We call them all demons, but they look different. Who knows if they even see each other as kin?"

The floor was also made of whole black iron, with simple yet grand lines decorating the extremely smooth surface. Not seeing it fully, its meaning was unclear. Nezha suddenly stopped and said, "Isn’t Mermaid Oil quite valuable?"

"Yes, I’ve heard that transported to Zhaoge, it can fetch hundreds of coins per tael. Why ask this?"

Nezha said nothing, beaming, he ran to the wall, picked up an oil vat in one hand, and, like performing magic, tucked it into his storage bag.

Seeing this, Deng Chanyu frowned, and Nezha, noting her disdain, said, "Don’t look at me like that. If it can fetch money, why not take it?"

"This is Mermaid Oil, aren’t you disgusted?"

"Have you eaten lard?"

"Of course."

"Exactly, what’s the difference?"

"Do you think there is a difference?"

"I’d say, lard makes dishes flavorful, Mermaid Oil lights lamps well, and is more expensive."

Nezha ruffled Deng Chanyu’s hair, seeing her eyes widen in shock, he added, "Be careful later. Outside, people act polite, maintaining decorum. Once inside, the true beastly nature of wolves, tigers, and leopards will show. It’s either you kill me or I kill you."

Deng Chanyu’s dark eyes flashed with intelligence, saying, "I really don’t understand what sort of person you are. Just now you were thinking of selling mermaid oil for money, now you’re discussing life and death."

"That doesn’t conflict. Sometimes life and death and business are one and the same. Cultivators pursue immortality on the Immortal Road tirelessly, exhausting all efforts, yet sometimes fight to the death over trivial gains. Isn’t this the ultimate contradiction?"

Nezha sighed, "But such wildly contradictory and senseless things happen every moment in this world."

Deng Chanyu frowned, "You, a child, speak like my father."

Nezha walked and said, "I’m not trying to be anyone’s father, but if you wish, you can call me dad, no problem."

"I might as well chop you to death with a blade."

Deng Chanyu couldn’t help but bicker with Nezha, then looked up to see an iron wall ahead, inscribed with hundreds of ancient characters, not understanding a word.

She sighed, "You’ve been talking nonsense half the day, what is it you want to say?"

Nezha glanced at the ancient characters, seeing the strong strokes and vigorous style in the well-written words, sighed too, "I’m just saying, when they come in, instead of waiting for them to make a move, we should strike first."

Deng Chanyu was taken aback. Though young, she surpassed her peers in martial arts and knowledge, but having grown up protected within Sanshan Pass, had never faced true death threats.

Puzzled, she asked, "Isn’t it unreasonable? If they haven’t acted, aren’t we wrong to act first?"

Nezha grasped her shoulders, turning her body right, looking into her clear, ink-like eyes, word by word he said, "Let me tell you, once they come in, no matter how we justify, they’ll automatically see us as enemies. Since they’re enemies, only dead enemies are good enemies.

The reasonings we talk about are only listened to by them when we are capable of defeating them."

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