Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 90: No Good Comes from Pies Falling from the Sky (Seeking First Subscription)

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: No Good Comes from Pies Falling from the Sky (Seeking First Subscription)

Nezha made a silencing gesture to her. Although the Qi Sea within his body was large, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi he had accumulated was limited due to the short duration of his cultivation practice.

If he were to deplete all the Primordial Qi in his body here without any external replenishment, even the talisman sword given by Yu Ding and the Magic Treasures he carried would be unusable. Wouldn’t he then be at the mercy of others?

He was not the only one with such thoughts, but none were as cautious as Nezha.

As their internal Primordial Qi was drastically depleted, many of the Purple Dragon Island cultivators wished to feign exhaustion and stop supplying Qi, but they found that the bridge of Qi they had actively built wouldn’t let them cease at will.

"Senior Brother!"

Beside him, Hai Tang Fairy cried out in alarm. Her innate talent was quite good, with her Qi Sea like a small pond. She had been managing to hold on, but as fellow disciples fell one after another, her internal Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi could no longer sustain.

"Hang in there a little longer, it will be over soon. We can’t replenish Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi here, giving up now would mean all our efforts were in vain!"

Lan Yue’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears like a thunderclap, causing them to unconsciously increase the rate at which they supplied Primordial Qi.

Even Gu Jianqing was frowning at this point. He looked at the Hai Tang Fairy, who was already pale as paper and staggeringly weak, and his voice finally softened.

"The inheritance of the Iron Emperor is of great importance. Master Lan Yue is right. Furthermore, with our fellow disciple Cao Cunzhi dead, did we travel all this way from West Sea Purple Dragon Island just for a mere Treasure Box in the array? Junior Sister Hai Tang, as the leading female cultivator among the third generation disciples of Purple Dragon Island, you should set an example for your brothers!"

His words were righteous, but the rate at which he supplied Primordial Qi didn’t increase in the slightest. In fact, he had intentionally decreased his supply rate from the beginning.

Gu Jianqing thought to himself that once the entrance to this minor world opened, and everyone else’s Primordial Qi was exhausted, only he would retain some within his body, and with the numerous Magic Treasures given by his sect before the journey, would the Iron Emperor’s inheritance not fall into his hands with ease?

Gradually, the golden light in the sky had completely obscured the original talisman seal, and one by one, the Purple Dragon Island disciples collapsed, leaving only Wu Xiang Monk and Gu Jianqing still continuing.

Seeing that the golden light in front of him had taken the form of a nascent gateway, yet the flow of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into this gateway showed no sign of stopping.

Even Gu Jianqing was beginning to feel the strain. Anxious, he forced the Primordial Qi, which was flowing smoothly through his meridians, to surge chaotically, turning pale instantly as he kneeled on one knee to the ground.

He swallowed the sweet, bloody taste in his throat, turned to look at the unflustered Wu Xiang Monk, and said gravely, "Great Master, it’s all on you now."

Once again, everyone’s attention shifted back to this monk. Nezha was also watching him, and from Wu Xiang Monk’s expression, it was clear he still had a significant amount of energy in reserve.

Almost a quarter of an hour later, the golden gate finally formed completely, and the bridge of Qi across the sky also gradually faded away.

The crowd now turned to look at Lan Yue with eyes that were far from approving, no wonder he hadn’t opened the gate to this minor world himself to seek out the Iron Emperor’s inheritance; who would have thought that opening this gate would consume such an astronomical amount of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

If Wu Xiang Monk were not present, even double the number of Purple Dragon Island disciples present would have been in vain.

Gu Jianqing had adjusted his condition, but his complexion was poor. Although the state of his fellow disciples had somewhat recovered, and he still retained some Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in his body, he could see that although Wu Xiang Monk was somewhat wilted, he clearly still had plenty of strength remaining.

He, who had never competed for anything before, had gone through countless hardships to break through the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array and get the Treasure Box, only to willingly give it up; what about now?

With the Demon Lord Bai Mushuang’s minor world’s gate open before him, would he not compete for the Demon Lord’s inheritance?

If he chose to compete, would he be his match?

These thoughts flashed through Gu Jianqing’s mind in an instant. He then glanced peripherally at Nezha behind him, and to his surprise, Nezha also flashed him a lustrous smile. That odd gaze seemed as if it was fixed on the Treasure Box tucked inside his chest.

Such overestimation of his capabilities, daring to conserve energy.

Merely a God Absorption Realm cultivator thinks that with a bit of aid from Yu Ding and Heavenly Venerate, you can contend with my West Sea Purple Dragon Island? If it comes to showing our true colors later, I’ll be the first to kill you.

At this moment, Nezha spoke up, "Senior Lan Yue, the gate is open. How should we go in?"

"The gate is wide open; enter if you wish to."

Gu Jianqing hurriedly said, "Then, once we come across the Demon Lord’s inheritance, how should we divide it? If we still have to rely on strength to decide, I think it would be better to clarify things now rather than cause discord later on."

"Senior Brother is right. Our West Sea Purple Dragon Island came with seventeen disciples today; outside the hall there are three Senior Brothers and two Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm elders of our sect. We managed to open this gate, and our seventeen cultivators from the West Sea Purple Dragon Island have all drained their Primordial Qi and contributed the most. Naturally, the Demon Lord’s inheritance should belong to us!"

Hai Tang Fairy now stood beside Gu Jianqing, adding her voice to his cause. Although the Primordial Qi in her body had been thoroughly depleted, her physical strength had long since recovered. With a treasure sword in hand, and with no one using Divine Skills, she still possessed the power to fight.

However, speaking loudly does not necessarily mean one has the strongest fists.

Gu Jianqing turned his gaze back to Wu Xiang Monk, with clear intentions. In his opinion, of all those present, the two children, Nezha and Deng Chanyu, could be entirely overlooked. The only one who might contend with them was this Wu Xiang Monk, whose depth was unfathomable.

Without needing to exchange a single word, Wu Xiang Monk understood Gu Jianqing’s implication. His heart tightened. Closing his eyes, he thought to himself that even those pursuing immortality in this world are disturbed by fame and fortune and are no different from the multitude of common people.

After a moment, he spoke with a deep voice, "Senior Brother Gu need not ask me. This monk has come into this world only to find someone. To me, the Demon Lord’s inheritance is no different from common rocks and dirt."

"A true Daoist who has attained enlightenment."

Gu Jianqing praised with a softer expression.

He then turned his gaze to Lan Yue, bowing respectfully.

The tall and gaunt Lan Yue, with deeply sunken eyes, appeared at that moment even more compassionate than Wu Xiang Monk, making it hard for anyone to feel vigilant against him.

He first glanced at Wu Xiang, then at the unwavering and focused Nezha, before finally fixing his eyes on Gu Jianqing.

After a brief silence, Lan Yue spoke indifferently, "To obtain the inheritance of the Iron Emperor can spare one from struggling for perhaps thousands of years. It is only natural for hearts to yearn and vie for it, but then again, in this world, one must fight for anything they want. Without fighting, one perishes."

"Master speaks truly, in the end, this affair must be settled through strength."

Gu Jianqing wore a victorious smile on his face as he stepped forward.

Deng Chanyu stood behind Nezha at this time, feeling anxious to see him not contending, yet she couldn’t urge him.

After all, the West Sea Purple Dragon Island had a greater number of powerful allies, and she had never sparred with cultivators. She only thought that if Nezha did not make a move, it was probably because he felt that even if he did, he would not win.

In reality, Nezha did not think this way at all.

His inner Primordial Qi was as abundant as ever, and he was confident he could emerge victorious even against a cultivator in the prime state of the Golden Core Realm.

Besides, most of the cultivators from Purple Dragon Island had exhausted their Primordial Qi and could only rely on their martial arts for combat, no different from ordinary martial artists in the Human World.

However, Nezha, who had lived through two lifetimes, was ultimately not simply a child. He had now gradually calmed down.

Experience from the past taught him that in this world, good things that suddenly fall into your lap often come with problems.

So, as Gu Jianqing started to step forward, Nezha raised his head, glancing at Gu Jianqing, then at Lan Yue, and finally at the golden gate of light.

Through the gate of light, one could vaguely see a beautiful world of lush green grass, blue skies, white clouds, and flowing clear waters.

He had a faint feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was.

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