Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

This day, getting up early with nothing to do, Nezha had already achieved Spirit Communication and was busy peeking around the house.

People coming and going, each emitting a faint white light from their bodies; after watching for a while, it became boring, until he happened to see Li Jing.

At this moment, Li Jing was practicing Martial Arts in the front yard, his hair bundled up wearing armor, dressed in a dark red outfit, wielding a heavy Fangtian Halberd, moving left and right creating a fierce wind with his movements.

The aura around him was a warm yellow hue, similar to Mr. Fan.

After watching for a while, Nezha, mighty but not skilled in Martial Arts, could tell that Li Jing was highly skilled. If a real fight were to break out, without using Magic Treasures, Nezha feared he couldn't stand a chance against that long halberd in any case.

However, with the two Magic Treasures on hand, whether the Qiankun Ring or the Chaos Sky Silk, he didn't know how to activate them.

Nezha left, walking to the backyard, and happened upon a crowd arguing at the back door; the housemaid Hong Fei was hands-on-hips 'directing the troops', two groups clamoring together, intermixed with increasingly high-pitched and indecipherable Chentang Pass dialect, alongside the pitiful cries of a little girl.

The scene was chaotic, making it hard to understand, so Nezha moved closer.

"Hong Fei, sister, what's causing such a commotion?"

Hong Fei had been arguing with a bunch of people all morning, hadn't even had time for breakfast or a sip of water, standing here parched and furious, she was almost about to faint.

Then she felt someone tugging at her skirt, annoyed and perplexed she turned around, only to see a handsome young boy with big round eyes looking up at her, which immediately halved her irritation.

She said: "Nezha, good morning, why aren't you studying today?"

Today, Hong Fei was wearing a dress as red as fine gauze; Nezha's impression of her was strong: fiery temperament, loves excitement, bouncing along when she walked, like a fierce flame.

Nezha asked, "What has happened here?"

"Nothing big, these people are from nearby Lizhu Village, they deliver seafood to the estate monthly. Today, for some reason, even though they delivered the goods, they refuse to leave, just blocking here, how absurd."

Hong Fei's eyebrows knitted, her tone revealing a hint of irritation, Nezha could tell, but understood that this ardently warm sister, though angry, was still restraining herself.

Otherwise, among the five gathered here, one able-bodied youth, three elderly, and a girl even younger than Nezha, calling over two guards would have them dispersed in a moment.

Nezha asked, "Is there a dispute over the payment for the goods?"

"How could that be? We're all villagers here, how could the estate shortchange the fishermen? Besides, the estate makes purchases based on vouchers and settles accounts regularly, it's not even time for that yet."

"So what is the reason?"

"I'd like to know too. They won't say, just keep shouting they won't leave and want to see the Master. With the Master's busy official duties, do they think they can see him whenever they wish?"

Hong Fei became increasingly angry, turning her head she yelled at them again: "There's really no decorum left! If you don't leave, I'm going to call someone!"

Nezha tugged at Hong Fei's dress and said, "Why not let me ask?"

Before Hong Fei could respond, they saw the hunchbacked old man in the front, with his spotty withered hands, pointing at Nezha and asking, "And who might this child be?"

"Old man, I am Li Jing's youngest son, Nezha. If you have anything, just tell me."

The old man burst into tears all of a sudden, grabbing Nezha's hands and not letting go, exclaiming, "Finally, someone in charge is here, this young girl only knows how to deceive people!"

At these words, Hong Fei was so infuriated that she was fuming, wanting to lash out, but Nezha held her back.

After the old man calmed down, he said weakly, "Young master, our whole family came here for nothing else but this young girl, I beseech you, spare her life!"

Nezha exchanged a glance with the freckle-faced young girl, noticing her clear brows and bright eyes, especially those eyes - like a lake rippling in the prairie wind, it was evident that she was feigning her crying.

Such a young girl would be beloved by all when she's older, and definitely was when younger.

But when did her fate become entangled with his?

Nezha said, "Old man, you need to clarify things. I see she is energetic, can run and jump, living well; why does she need me to spare her life? Also, who sent you here?"

At these words, the old man exchanged looks with a young man in the crowd, both unsure of what to do.

Nezha continued, "Chentang Pass is so small, checking this matter is very straightforward. Just tell me, I assure you I won't tell others, and Sister Hong Fei won't either, right?"

Nezha glanced back at Hong Fei, this usually clever and capable stewardess looked stunned, and somehow, from his youthful eyes, she saw an undeniable earnestness, automatically nodding in agreement.

In the meantime, the sun began to slowly dispense heat at the horizon, and the noisy cicada sounds grew louder. Sweat beads rolled down the old man's forehead like peas as he hesitated for a long time, finally making up his mind.

He looked at Nezha and said, "I have a distant nephew serving in the official army. He suggested this to us. I dare to say, my granddaughter Lv Zhu'er's misfortune today is all because of the young master."

Nezha stared at the old man, thinking today it might not just be his granddaughter in trouble but Nezha himself, as he seemed to have been implicated simply by looking.

The old man continued, "Recently, the young master developed spiritual intelligence, which should have been a happy occasion. But somehow, the General suddenly ordered that instead of the usual once every three months, the Sea Dragon King sacrifice be performed twice a month, claiming it was to celebrate the young master's blessing. It's hard enough to raise a child these days, how could they withstand such torment? Young Master, the General is your father, with deep parent-child bonds. Please, speak to the General, spare my family's Lv Zhu'er."

"Brother, I don't want to die, I want to go gather pearls and fly kites with Sister! Wuu wuu wuu..."

"Hold your tears, how is the sacrifice related to this girl?" Nezha had a bad premonition. He had heard about the sacrifices from others, which was coincidentally today. He hadn't expected this seemingly festive event to be a disaster for the villagers.

Before the old family could explain, Hong Fei whispered, "Young Master, this time the sacrifice, they've chosen this young girl."

Chosen this young girl?

Nezha was stunned for a moment then blurted out, "Human sacrifice?!"

Hong Fei nodded. After knowing the full story, she wasn't as angry anymore, as everyone living by the sea knew about this 'tradition' of the Sea Dragon King sacrifice.