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

Shi Ji Niangniang saw through Nezha's little thoughts, sneered, and sarcastically said, "I didn't expect someone as coy and heartless as Li Jing to have such a clever son. When facing a strong enemy, instead of seeking help from your master, you come to me. Do you really think a small Dragon Palace can compare to the power of the Chan Sect?"

Nezha himself wasn't sure why he was so resistant to Taiyi Zhenren. This inexplicable sense of crisis became even stronger after he entered the inspiration realm.

Mr. Fan said that a cultivator uses inspiration to move the heavens and the earth. Those who practice feng shui and yin-yang delve deeply into inspiration, using turtle shells and yin-yang to explore the Heavenly Dao and understand the past and future.

Nezha felt that since he had already embarked on the path of cultivation to become a cultivator destined to transcend the mundane, he should, of course, respect his own inspiration.

He said bluntly, "My inspiration tells me that going to my master for this matter is not a good idea."

Shi Ji was taken aback, then reined in her expression, glanced at Nezha with her stone-like eyes, and saw his roots and bones clearly. Shocked, she said, "Indeed a good candidate for cultivation, but from what you said, what you have is not a Dao Bone, but rebellious bones instead. Oh well, the matters of the Chan Sect have nothing to do with me. If something really goes wrong, it would be interesting."

Nezha realized that Shi Ji didn't care about him at all and just wanted to see the Chan Sect make a fool of themselves. She didn't bother hiding her words from him, a supposed disciple of the Chan Sect. Since you want to see a joke, you should at least put in some effort.

Shi Ji looked at Nezha and mocked, "Don't look at me like that, you mischievous brat. If I teach you a Daoist Skill and you cause great trouble in the future, won't others hold me accountable?"

Nezha laughed at her words and said, "Then Niangniang can just teach me some ordinary spells; Nezha won't refuse anything coming his way."

"The way you speak, I don't know if I should call you greedy or not." Despite her words, Shi Ji Niangniang was convinced and contemplated what skill to pass on to Nezha.

Although Nezha said that ordinary spells would suffice, Shi Ji, being proud, worried that teaching simplistic spells would tarnish her reputation. Nevertheless, her previous words to Nezha were not empty promises.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Ji had made up her mind and said, "Since you are eager to learn, I shall teach you a Daoist Skill of your Chan Sect, named the Treasure Falling Skill. Recite the incantation as such; when in battle, no matter what magic treasure or weapon your opponent wields, point your finger and shout, 'When if not now shall this object fall?' and you shall seize their weapon or magic treasure. What do you think?"

Upon hearing these words, Nezha was overjoyed and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, Niangniang, for passing on the skill!"

"Now that you've learned the spell, you should hurry away and not disturb my cultivation."

Seeing that Shi Ji directly issued a dismissal, Nezha knew it inappropriate to stay any longer. He respectfully retreated, reaching inside the cave and seeing Bi Yun and Cai Yun, two Daoist children, standing with flower baskets in hand.

Upon seeing him, Bi Yun straightened his back, immediately shedding his lazy demeanor and posing as an otherworldly master, whereas Cai Yun snorted coldly and rolled his eyes, clearly not intending to show him a good face.

Seeing this, Nezha felt playful and said, "Look, I had a great talk with your master. It's just a shame I didn't get to taste the special fruits of your White Bone Cave."

Cai Yun gritted his teeth, his voice cold and suppressed, "If you dare to try, I will take you there now."

Seeing Cai Yun angry, Nezha laughed inside and deliberately said, "I have matters today, and I am in a hurry to leave. It seems I won't get to taste them. Shi Ji Niangniang just said that Cai Yun Tong'er should escort me out. Which of you is Cai Yun Tong'er?"

"You! Don't push people too far!"

"What, do you dare to disobey your master's command?"

With just one sentence, Nezha had seized Cai Yun's weak spot. He saw the Dao child Bi Yun tugging on Cai Yun's sleeve, whispering something into his ear. Despite being white with anger, Cai Yun still silently escorted Nezha out the door.

Nezha reached the stone plateau, looked back at Cai Yun, and said, "The sky is high, and the road is long. See you again, Daoist brother."

Cai Yun gritted his teeth, saying, "Better not see you again!"

Nezha couldn't understand where Cai Yun's big temper came from, and with his playful nature, he couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. He patted Cai Yun on the buttocks, laughing, "I'm off!"

After saying this, Nezha used the Wood Style and shot straight to the Nine Heavens, leaving Cai Yun behind, who was stunned for a moment before turning bright red. His screams echoed through the mountains, startling the birds to fly in all directions.

"I will kill you!!!"

Flying in the air, Nezha heard the echo from the valley behind him and still couldn't figure it out. How did this Cai Yun, a cultivator, take a child's prank so seriously as if it were a deep grudge?

What he didn't know was that although Cai Yun appeared in the guise of a Dao child, she was actually a female disciple studying under Shi Ji, not a boy at all but rather a young Daoist girl in her teenage years.

We'll talk more about this later, but for now, let's set it aside.

Beneath, the mountains were covered in blooming trees, quickly retreating, as sunlight reflected off the cascading waterfalls, scattering into countless fragments in the mountain valley, making this untouched woodland world appear so pure and wonderful.

Nezha traveled half the sky, finding the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi used for constructing the Wood Style was becoming weaker. Fortunately, he sensed the air ahead becoming gradually moister, quickly switching from Wood Style to Water Style, and in a flash, he had traveled hundreds of miles, returning to the study hall.

The sun still hadn't reached noon. At this moment, besides Nezha, only Mr. Fan remained in the study hall, but judging by Mr. Fan's expression, Nezha figured that the 'good fruit' he missed with Shi Ji Niangniang might be inevitable here with Mr. Fan.

Nezha clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, sir. This was Nezha's first time performing the Five Elements Escape Technique, and I got carried away."

Unexpectedly, although Mr. Fan's face wasn't very pleasant, he wasn't angry either. Seeing how long Nezha had been gone and noticing his clean clothes, he sighed inwardly and asked, "Where did you go during this time?"

Nezha told the truth, and upon hearing that there was a Shi Ji Niangniang nearby on Skull Mountain, Mr. Fan raised an eyebrow and said, "You truly have fortune on your side, encountering members of the Jie Sect cultivating alone in the wild. Not only did you safeguard your life, but you also learned a Chan Sect Skill from them. Rare, indeed."

"This skill is called the Treasure Falling Skill. If Master wishes to see it, Nezha will perform it at once."

Nezha eagerly prepared to demonstrate, but Mr. Fan stopped him, saying, "Hold on. The person who passed on the Daoist Skill to you never said you could spread it freely. Keep it to yourself, or if the other person dislikes it, wouldn't you be making an enemy for nothing?"

"Is there such a thing?"

Mr. Fan said earnestly, "It's always better to be safe than sorry. There are countless paths in cultivation, but ultimately, they all aim for immortality. To achieve immortality, you must be careful in all things."

Nezha chuckled bitterly, "Sir, what you say is no different from Shi Ji Niangniang, but if this is the case, I shouldn't have offended the Dragon Palace, and you shouldn't have openly petitioned, offending King Zhou and Daji."

Mr. Fan shook his head, "You and I are different."

"How are we different?"

Mr. Fan gave him a look, somewhat disdainfully, and said, "I have no hope of forming a Golden Core in this life and am destined not to obtain immortality. I seek the Dao in my actions, following my heart. As for you, didn't you say you were a great demon of indulgence between heaven and earth? There's never been a great demon who lived long."

Nezha laughed heartily at these words, thinking, sir, I'm not intentionally at odds with immortality. It's just, sir, if you could form a Golden Core and have hope for immortality, seeing King Zhou's ignorance and Daji ruining the state, could you really hold back and turn a blind eye?

Probably not.

But who knows about things that haven't happened?

Nezha kept his questions to himself, only expressing his feelings, saying, "The road is long and arduous; I will search up and down."

Mr. Fan heard this and softly stroked his beard, "The road is long and arduous... This phrase is quite damn interesting."