Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 95: Rare Birds and Exotic Beasts Pa

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Rare Birds and Exotic Beasts Pa

Wu Xiang was speechless for a moment. He had spent years worshiping Buddha and was adept at debating difficult issues. Even though his mind had just been shaken, given another second or two, he could have presented a plethora of reasons to Nezha.

But Nezha didn’t bother listening. With a flick of his arm, he felt an astonishing force surge from his palm, and the wrist he had just grabbed broke free in an instant.

Witnessing Nezha’s small form darting into the crowd like a tiger amongst sheep, he wielded the Seven-star Treasure Sword, its light blossoming like a lotus. The exquisite method passed down by Shi Ji, when executed by Nezha’s hands, revealed endless marvels.

Gu Jianqing, upon seeing this, grew anxious. He knew that his fellow disciples, depleted of their Primordial Qi, were incapable of using their Magic Treasures or Daoist Skills, and stood no chance against Nezha. He suddenly shook out a large red kerchief and threw it up into the sky.

A mere foot in width when thrown, embroidered with five types of birds in flight and ten kinds of beasts, as it descended, it expanded ever larger, as if it meant to envelop the heavens and the earth.

"The Exotic Birds and Beasts Kerchief!"

Everyone looked up, especially the disciples from Purple Dragon Island, whose faces drastically changed at that moment.

They had not anticipated that, before coming here, Daoist Qi had given this treasure to the eldest disciple. Yet, as the precious kerchief descended, it made no distinction between friend and foe, seemingly intent on enveloping and enveloping all present.

Once wrapped by this Exotic Birds and Beasts Kerchief, no matter one’s cultivation level, they would instantly dissolve into a puddle of scarlet pus and blood.

"Eldest brother!"

"We’re still here, eldest brother!"

Witnessing the desperate screaming of his disciples under the kerchief, a grim smile spread across Gu Jianqing’s face.

Having hidden myself for so many years, now that you’ve seen my true face, how could I possibly leave you alive?

On Nezha’s side, he threw his Qiankun Ring above his head towards the center of the kerchief, only to have it rejected by the kerchief’s softness overcoming the hardness, bouncing back. His eyes turned cold as he prepared to release the last sword talisman in his hand.

"Nezha, come over here!"

Turning around, he saw Deng Chanyu waving at him. Beside her, Wu Xiang Monk was enlarging his copper bowl, overturning it to cover both of them. At that moment, the monk lifted a corner of the bowl with his hand, apparently waiting for Nezha to enter.

Without hesitation, Nezha took a leap off the ground, diving under the copper bowl just before the Exotic Birds and Beasts Kerchief could descend.

"Nezha, don’t touch around blindly!"

"I can’t help it. It’s so cramped and dark in this bowl; I can’t see anything."

As the conversation continued, a pungent scent of blood reached everyone’s noses.

"I am merciful as the Buddha."

Nezha spoke, "Great Master, thank you for your help. But if your Buddha is truly merciful, you should take this bowl and bash a hole in that despicable person’s skull right about now."

"Nezha, mind your words with the Great Master," scolded Deng Chanyu, "But, Great Master, Nezha’s words do make a lot of sense. Such a contemptible and shameless fiend should have been slaughtered by me if he were at Sanshan Pass."

In the darkness, Wu Xiang merely nodded, the lingering scent of blood at the tip of his nose enough to make him guess what had happened, which further deepened the sorrow in his heart.

A Buddha’s child bears a heart of compassion but also the wrath of thunder.

However, in the illusion of the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array just moments ago, in order to break the formation, he had slain too many, causing the blood to flow across Spirit Mountain and almost shattering his own way to enlightenment.

"The Buddha is merciful; the kerchief has been retracted."

Having finished speaking, Wu Xiang also put away his copper bowl, and just as the big red kerchief above their heads was removed, everyone saw that the surroundings were stained with blood, without a trace of bone or flesh in sight, sending chills down their spines.

Only Gu Jianqing felt an ominous sensation rising in his heart as he saw all his disciples dead, while Nezha and his two companions remained unscathed.

He said coldly, "Well played, Nezha, how despicable and shameless, joining forces with this demon monk Wu Xiang to slaughter countless disciples of my Purple Dragon Island. From now on, my Purple Dragon Island and you shall be sworn enemies! You will not leave the Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm alive!"

When Gu Jianqing spoke these words with a face filled with indignation, those unaware of the truth might really think the Purple Dragon Island disciples were all killed by Nezha and his party.

However, there were no outsiders here, and his words only served to renew the contempt Nezha and his companions felt for Gu Jianqing’s lack of shame.

After issuing his dire threat, Gu Jianqing produced a black banner in his hand, two zhang six chi tall, decorated with three silver stitched fish swimming amongst a thousand blooming waves.

Seeing another Magic Treasure, Nezha and his companions felt a chill in their hearts, wondering how many more formidable tricks Purple Dragon Island had prepared. If not for the copper bowl protecting them earlier, even a Golden Immortal would be unable to escape turning into a mass of bloody mud if wrapped up by those peculiar creatures beneath the kerchief.

Gu Jianqing gave the black banner three shakes, and his entire being transformed into a wisp of black smoke merging into the banner.

Soon, the black banner took off from the ground, shooting towards the grand hall entrance they had come through like a flying Dao Sword.

"He’s trying to escape!"

Deng Chanyu exclaimed in alarm, but Nezha was quicker to react, casting his Qiankun Ring ahead, tearing a hole in the banner’s pole but being unable to stop Gu Jianqing from escaping.

Deng Chanyu said, "This is terrible. If he gets out first, he can say anything he wants and no matter what we say afterwards, no one will believe us."

"Meet the enemy when he comes, stop the water when it floods. Since he’s gone, let’s first explore this small world created by the Demon Lord. Perhaps there will be a turn of events," replied Nezha as he rubbed his temples, then glanced at Wu Xiang Monk beside him, "Master, would you care to join us?"

"Are you not afraid I will compete with you?"

Master Wu Xiang, if you have practiced the Immovable Ming King Skill to the point of divinity, I reckon your shamelessness will not surpass that of Gu Jianqing, and you should have no intention to compete with me. Furthermore, with your compassionate heart, even if you wished to compete, you couldn’t bear to raise a hand against me.

Listening to Nezha’s words and meeting his gaze, as genuine as Monk Wu Xiang’s own, the monk fell silent for a moment before eventually nodding in agreement.

Gu Jianqing’s thoughts were simple: leading this expedition and suffering such losses, although he could push all the blame onto Wu Xiang Monk and that reckless young Nezha, punishment was inevitable.

However, his journey wasn’t without its rewards after all. The Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array was terrifying, and it was he, not Wu Xiang Monk, who had struggled and obtained this Treasure Box from it.

Since the Treasure Box was so cherished by the Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, it must be extraordinary. Offering it to his master and sect, he might not only offset his offenses but even gain the admiration of his senior sect members.

With that thought, he held the Treasure Box even tighter in his arms.

As for Nezha and his companions, they turned their heads and entered the small world. A flash of golden light before their eyes and the scenery instantly changed.

Above them, the blue sky and white clouds stretched endlessly, wild geese flew in formation, with stretches of green mountains beyond, shrouded in a mist of dark light. Under their feet, the lush green grass attracted dancing butterflies.

Not far away, a mirror-like emerald lake rested on the meadow, like the tears of a fairy. Occasionally, large fish weighing over ten pounds leaped from the water, creating splashes.

By the lakeside, golden thatched cottages stood, and though there was no sun above, several rays of golden light pierced the clouds, shining upon the cottages and exuding an otherworldly charm.

The most marvelous aspect, only perceptible to Nezha and Wu Xiang, was the concentration of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi here, tens of times denser than the outside world, making it an incredibly mystical Cave Heaven Blessed Land for Cultivators.

Turning to see the golden gate, Wu Xiang Monk revealed a worried expression and said, "The entrance to this small world is wide open for all to enter and exit. Once the various sects’ experts break the Prohibition of the grand hall, or send disciples with precious treasures to probe its secrets, your safety will be in danger."

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