Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 82 Bronze Ancient Character

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Bronze Ancient Character

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces, which had remained immobile for hundreds of years, with black having a slight advantage, were all but ruined by Nezha’s lousy move, not only forfeiting their advantage but also presenting a huge flaw to the white pieces.

Now looking at the chessboard, with only 204 spaces left, every single space seems to display no sign of vitality for the black pieces.

Yet Wu Xiang Monk, with his mysterious origins and broad knowledge, behaves differently.

He does not whisper and chat like the cultivators from Purple Dragon Island beside him; silent and aloof, he seems to stand apart from the world, even his newly grown black hair tips appear filled with wisdom.

As all present are cultivators, they obviously understand the importance of wisdom roots in breaking through cultivation levels; the more they look at Wu Xiang, the more their hearts seize with apprehension.

This includes Gu Jianqing.

With just one glimpse at Wu Xiang Monk, he knows he is far inferior, hence his demeanor grows more respectful, yet his inner thoughts starkly contrast his outward appearance.

In other words, he knows very well that he is nothing but a hypocritical backstabber.

The more he observes Wu Xiang Monk, the itchier his heart becomes.

He even starts to feel that his own master, who although is strict and stingy, always taught him generously without reservations, would change his look after seeing Wu Xiang Monk and then at him.

Gu Jianqing knows this is his own delusion, but can’t help thinking that way.

This is a sickness.

Knowing so, he can only pretend.

Thus, the more respectful he appears outwardly toward Wu Xiang Monk, the more hatred he harbors inside, wishing he could devour his flesh and drink his blood.

But in reality, today is their first meeting, and they have no previous grudges.

Wu Xiang Monk’s thoughts are entirely focused on the chess game. Originally spirited, the complex calculations rapidly drained his mental energy, showing signs of fatigue shortly.

He knows that one cannot see a way out for the black pieces by considering just one move; he must foresee dozens or even hundreds of moves ahead.

About fifteen minutes later, he finally reached forward and picked up that dark, gem-like chess piece.

...

Dragging Deng Chanyu out of the tunnel, they discovered a large hall nearly 300 feet in diameter at the brightly lit area, a cast iron throne sitting in the center of the hall with a skeleton, its head held high and chest out, exuding an imposing demeanor.

Nezha, with his keen eyesight, notices upon closer inspection that the skeleton can maintain such a posture in death solely because its skull and spine are cast into the back of the chair.

Held between its hands is an extremely ornate box, inlaid with gold trims and multicolored gems, untouched by dust and radiating light.

Yet neither Nezha nor Deng Chanyu dare to move.

Because standing right beside them,

is a corpse,

who has stood here so long that all traces of moisture have evaporated leaving only skin tightly clinging to the bone, becoming a mummified body dressed in attire not resembling the usual garb of Chengtang, evidently from a different era.

And inside this very hall, there are exactly thirty-six such bodies.

Their positions vary, and so does their distance from the skeleton holding the treasure box at the center of the hall.

Like the person next to Nezha, who took only one step out of the tunnel before remaining frozen in place, till death.

Whereas the one who travelled furthest, his hand stretched desperately forward, is barely two feet away from the treasure box.

When Deng Chanyu looks at these corpses, initially frightened, she quickly shifts her entire focus onto the treasure box, her beautiful eyes sparkling, whispering, "What treasure could be inside this box, enticing countless cultivators to their demise while continuing to advance?"

Nezha sighed, "Those who make it here are geniuses, and being geniuses they can’t help but be proud, thinking themselves superior to others. So, seeing someone come within less than two feet of the treasure box, they think, why should they be any less capable of reaching the box themselves."

"They probably don’t even know what’s inside the Treasure Box, yet they’re risking their lives here, which is arrogant to the point of stupidity."

She sighed, then turned her head to look at Nezha standing shoulder to shoulder beside her. Seeing the eager expression on his face, she asked in surprise, "You don’t think you are a genius better than everyone else, do you?"

"Of course, I am a genius, just not that foolish."

"So what do you think is inside this Treasure Box?"

"I’m not sure, but these mummies here probably wanted to know just as badly as you do."

Nezha expressionlessly took a piece of Silver out of the Qiankun Bag and continued, "I once heard a saying, being weak and ignorant isn’t an obstacle to cultivation, but arrogance is, which is why I plan to use a slightly different approach."

A beautiful woman rolling her eyes doesn’t seem annoying. Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes at Nezha and muttered in her heart that this feeling he had of being different from everyone else surely was also quite arrogant.

Nezha flicked his fingers, and the Silver flew out, aimed at the Treasure Box held by the skeleton, but it grazed by the skeleton’s skull instead.

Deng Chanyu shook her head and said, "Your aim was quite accurate, and the force was sufficient, but the release went astray. Throwing hidden weapons requires technique; you can’t just use your fingers, you have to use your wrist. Here, let me show you using a three-tael Silver ingot."

The young girl’s face was lively. Nezha also wanted to see how skilled this female general, Deng Chanyu, famed for her stone-throwing was.

As a three-tael Silver ingot was in her hand, Deng Chanyu weighed it, her sexy thin lips slightly raising her eyebrows, her slender waist twisting like a strong whirlwind dance, and before Nezha could see clearly, the stone from Deng Chanyu’s hand had already been thrown, striking precisely in the middle of the Treasure Box.

The force and accuracy were sufficient enough to send the Treasure Box flying.

Seizing the opportunity, Nezha spread out the Chaos Sky Silk and captured the Treasure Box in his hand.

Seeing this, Deng Chanyu widened her eyes and said, "Is it really that simple?"

"Where is it simple."

Nezha then rolled his eyes at her and said, "The cultivators who came before us, even if they don’t jump into the inherent thinking that they must physically retrieve it themselves, they must also be able to shoot the Treasure Box out of the skeleton’s hand from two hundred steps away and then retrieve it from the air just like us."

It sounds simple, but it definitely is not simple.

Deng Chanyu pouted her mouth, her pink cheeks puffing out like a little squirrel. She glanced at the equally handsome young Nezha and said, "I didn’t expect this red ribbon of yours to be a Cultivation Treasure as well."

Once they had the box, the two opened it together. The object inside looked quite ordinary; it was a golden ancient character that neither of them recognized, palm-sized and quite hefty to hold.

"It’s made of bronze with a layer of chrome plated on it." What he didn’t say was that this clearly inanimate object also contained a profound spiritual essence.

"What brother?"

"Nothing." Nezha looked up, seeing Deng Chanyu’s face full of confusion and disappointment, and casually put the ancient character into the Qiankun Bag, "Maybe it really is a good thing, we just don’t know its use. Let’s not worry about this, turn around."

"What for?"

"People have three urgencies, do you have to watch me poop?"

The young girl was speechless, so she turned around, but Nezha had a mischievous smile as he opened up the shiny Treasure Box.

This box also looked quite valuable, even appearing to be worth more than the ancient character inside it.

At another time, Nezha would certainly not have let go of this box either, but just at that moment, he got a wicked idea; he first defecated into it, then closed the lid properly and used Chaos Sky Silk to send it back into the skeleton’s hand.

Deng Chanyu watched, speechless and astonished. As they journeyed here, her opinion of Nezha had improved quite a bit, but seeing what he just did, she couldn’t help but wonder again about what kind of person he really was.

Was he truly an offspring of an immortal family, a Heaven’s Chosen Son, or just a mischievous child who was lucky enough to enter the path of cultivation early?

She couldn’t help but think about those Cultivation World’s Heaven’s Chosen Sons who might venture here in the future.

Those who deemed themselves extraordinary with formidable qualities.

Would they risk their pride and even their lives to vie for the mysterious throne inside the Black Iron Temple, in the hands of an unnamed corpse, the gorgeous Treasure Box containing... a pile of poop?

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