Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 92: I Should Have Learned How to Fight Earlier

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: I Should Have Learned How to Fight Earlier

This world never has anything new. A thousand years ago, Demon Lord Bai Mushuang luckily escaped with a sliver of his Primordial Spirit from Lady Yun Xiao of Three Immortals Island. This place prohibits Primordial Qi, and if nothing unusual happened, this strand of Primordial Spirit wouldn’t have lasted too long.

Yet in this palace, besides him, there was another living person.

That person, who ran out from Refusing Demon City, had traveled thousands of miles, naively wanting to follow and serve him, a junior named Lan Yue.

Looking back on the life of Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, it was quite splendid. Perhaps even he himself did not expect that in these final moments, he would resort to deceit and trickery to treat a junior who worshipped and respected him so greatly, annihilating his Primordial Spirit and seizing his body.

Originally, all he needed to do was to open the small world he had created, borrow the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within to nourish his Primordial Spirit, reconstruct his body, and secretly wait for his realm to gradually recover and rise again.

But it seemed like karma, the body of the Flame Demon clan descendant which he had possessed, although having cultivated to the Golden Immortal Realm, did not have high innate physical talents, and the Qi Sea inside his body was pitifully small.

The gate to the small world that he could usually open with a wave of his hand now wouldn’t budge, even if he drained all the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi from this body.

What followed was a long wait.

With the gradual decrease of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within his body, he had to endure hunger and thirst. In the extreme quiet, he could even hear the sound of his shriveled stomach churning and contracting, making the pain even more excruciating.

Sometimes, he would sit cross-legged within the grand hall and reflect. Reflect on why he had failed, pondering over the Dao Traces he had mastered between heaven and earth, thinking about the essence of the world.

But more often, he was like a mummified corpse, curled up in the deep darkness of a corner of the grand hall, falling into a deep slumber like a corpse.

Gradually, he even had to give up thinking, as thinking also required energy consumption, and it consumed a lot because often the issues he pondered were extremely profound. Lan Yue’s Primordial Spirit wasn’t strong enough to sustain such thoughts.

A thousand years.

Thus, a thousand years passed.

Bai Mushuang originally thought that his magnificent life would silently come to an end in this cage he personally constructed, but he didn’t expect.

"I didn’t expect that some youngsters would come in at the end, hahaha, the Prohibition I set at the gate of this Divine Hall was really good! Feel honored for my rebirth!"

Lan Yue.

Or rather, the once Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, like a ghoul, was frantically devouring the flesh and blood of the dead.

The moment he saw Nezha and these people, he devised a plan to borrow their strength to open the gate of the small world, and then use one of their flesh and blood to recover some of his strength.

Initially, seeing that Gu Jianqing preserved a small amount of Primordial Qi, he even felt a bit of joy.

Cultivators absorb Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into their bodies, which returns to nature after they die, and even just a tiny bit of Primordial Qi would be enough for him to perform some of the Daoist Skills he tirelessly pursued in his quest for the Dao.

"Unfortunately, the world is never short of cunning and suspicious young people, but now killing you is the same."

This flesh nourished his parched body. Although it was only a fifth-grade Golden Core refined body, the physical bodies of the Flame Demon clan were inherently strong.

Without relying on Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, Daoist Skills, or Magic Treasures, just with this body and the battle experience that had been dormant in his mind for a thousand years, now gradually awakening, was enough to tear these people into pieces!

In the flash of a thought, Bai Mushuang pounced towards Gu Jianqing, who lay on the ground unable to move.

Since the opponent had already lost the ability to fight, there should be no opportunity and time given for recovery!

Seeing him attack Gu Jianqing, two disciples from Purple Dragon Island took the opportunity to attack as well; one wielding a sword and the other holding double hooks, with the sword wielder aiming for the throat and the hook wielder chopping at the ankles.

However, Bai Mushuang shifted his gaze towards Nezha afar, noticing Nezha intending to use the Qiankun Ring. He smiled at Nezha, his figure flashed, and then he used the bodies of the two Purple Dragon Island disciples as cover, blending into battle with them.

Blades and swords clashed, it was clear to anyone that these two disciples of Purple Dragon Island in the God Absorption Realm possessed extraordinary martial skills and coordinated effortlessly, their sword strikes like snowflakes and hook moves soul-snatching; bystanders could hardly intervene.

Yet even so, it was evident to all that these two were no match for Bai Mushuang, and their defeat was just a matter of time.

Nezha was watching from the side, almost certain that if he used the Qiankun Ring at this moment, he would undoubtedly hit the disciples of Purple Dragon Island.

Though he did not care about the lives of the disciples from Purple Dragon Island, he also did not want to give Bai Mushuang any further satisfaction.

Most importantly, though the Purple Dragon Island disciples could not use their mana at the moment, they were indeed skilled; even for Bai Mushuang, killing them all would require some expenditure of energy.

He turned to the girl next to him and asked, "Do you want to help them?"

"How so? Do you think I, a mere mortal, can be of any help?"

In such a life-and-death situation, the mere seven-year-old Deng Chanyu was not afraid at all; her eyes gleaming with stars as she looked towards Nezha.

"I may not know what methods you have, but I can see you want to help."

Deng Chanyu’s smile grew wider, saying, "You really understand me. But if I help them now, they might come back to kill us later; I’ll act when you decide to, and as I said, I won’t hold you back."

Seeing Deng Chanyu so confident, Nezha shifted his gaze back to the battle.

Not just him, most cultivators are generally more adept at fighting alone, and when several people team up, often their true strength does not fully display.

But for these two, having known each other for many years and extremely in sync, they were an exception.

Less than thirty exchanges later, Bai Mushuang stepped on the hook, punched one of them so hard that their head caved in, and with a backhand slap smashed the head of the sword wielder.

The power of Bai Mushuang’s physical body far surpassed that of these disciples of Purple Dragon Island in the God Absorption Realm.

"Junior brother!"

Gu Jianqing shouted in alarm. Although his body still retained much Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, it was mainly for guarding against Wu Xiang Monk and Nezha, or even his own sect members. He never expected this senior expert to suddenly strike violently.

Now with his Primordial Spirit injured, he lay on the ground unable to move even a finger and did not know how long it would take to recover.

His mouth cried out in pain and worry for his junior brother’s death, but his heart was screaming: You useless lot, come over and block for me some more; otherwise, I’m going to be the next one dead! If I die, none of you will survive either!

Yet the eagle-like descending figure of Bai Mushuang suddenly vanished, and a copper bowl suddenly came down from above, clanging onto the ground. If he hadn’t dodged, he would have been trapped inside it.

Wu Xiang Monk’s face turned pale, the opponent’s speed was incredibly fast, and the naked eye could not catch it.

Usually, he could track the opponents’ position based on the fluctuations of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, but unfortunately, there was not a trace of it here.

Unable to see, Wu Xiang Monk simply closed his eyes.

His Taoist practice was profound, and his understanding of Buddhist principles was unmatched among his peers. Even though he was only in the Golden Core Realm, his often nurtured Primordial Spirit, different from ordinary cultivators, allowed him to quickly recover.

Yet at Spirit Mountain, he had learned to offer prayers to Buddha, chant scriptures, cultivate, chop wood, make fires, weave mats, sweep floors, cook, and wash clothes; regrettably, he never learned how to fight against others using Daoist skills.

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