NOVEL NEXT Chapter 292 Gold
The pagoda descended from the sky rapidly. Nezha glanced at it, and although he was taken aback, he didn't panic.
Not many people have managed to escape the cover of this pagoda, but it's not unheard of.
Nezha knew a monkey had once escaped from it.
However, he probably wouldn't need to do the same today.
Because even though the Exquisite Treasure Tower wasn't in Li Jing's hand, it was still considered a valuable treasure.
Nezha threw the Treasure Falling Gold Coin, and as it stuck to the pagoda, the infinitely expanding pagoda immediately retracted its brilliance and slowly fell into his hands.
"So, it was Ran Deng who sent you."
Nezha looked at the pagoda, pondering, then glanced at Earth Traveling Sun, who appeared shocked.
He laughed and said, "Are you afraid of losing the treasure and being unable to answer to Ran Deng? I don't think you need to worry because you're about to die."
"Such arrogance! Watch me smash your head with one strike!"
Even though Earth Traveling Sun said this, he was deeply shocked. Being from the same Daoist school, he naturally knew Wei Hu's capabilities, but now Wei Hu had been defeated by Nezha, and the treasure was taken with ease. Could he win on his own?
But even with these thoughts, Earth Traveling Sun still charged forward.
Because he thought that even if he couldn't win, it didn't mean he would lose.
Earth Traveling Sun relied on his masterful Earth Traveling Technique, disappearing without a trace with a leap, only to strike you with his stick and vanish again. If executed well, even a Taiyi Golden Immortal could suffer a sneak attack and a hard blow.
Nezha found it annoying. Earth Traveling Sun's stick also contained Daoist Skills; it wasn't just ordinary cudgel skills. A blow to a mountain could cause it to crumble, and even with his iron bones, Nezha would feel his blood boiling if struck.
Seeing the kid jumping around like a monkey, Nezha laughed and said, "Let's see if you have the guts to jump out again?"
"Why wouldn't I dare? What can you do to me?"
Earth Traveling Sun indeed leapt out again, but when he tried to vanish into the ground, he hit his head on the ground, bleeding all over his face.
"What's this? An Earth Pointing to Steel Talisman!"
Earth Traveling Sun was full of astonishment, and when he looked at Nezha again, his previous composure was gone.
He exclaimed, "How can you know the Earth Pointing to Steel Technique!"
Nezha laughed again and said, "What makes you think others can't? This spell isn't very practical, but it's not that difficult. Are you and your master the only ones who know it?"
"Spare me—"
Before he could finish his plea, Nezha had already tossed up a Golden Brick.
Earth Traveling Sun might have been able to handle the Golden Treasure, but he was rattled by Nezha's Earth Pointing to Steel Technique, and the golden light disturbed his senses. The brick fell directly on his head, killing him instantly.
Nezha found the Binding Immortal Rope, but unfortunately, the Demon-Subduing Pestle had been destroyed by his black giant sword; otherwise, today would have been a big harvest.
"Ran Deng and I are sworn enemies, but things are difficult on my uncle's side."
Nezha truly felt troubled.
He and Jiang Ziya were very different in status and age, yet if he genuinely considered Jiang Ziya a friend, this old man who couldn't achieve immortality might mean more to him than the combined Twelve Golden Immortals.
But would Jiang Ziya oppose the Chan Sect for him?
Maybe he would.
Maybe he wouldn't.
Such concerns are typical for women.
Nezha wouldn't dwell on them.
Even if the Chan Sect became Nezha's enemy and Jiang Ziya would one day warmly embrace them, he would still be Nezha's friend now.
He returned to the Outer World Town.
He saw his family and friends and invited the town's best doctor within the time given by the Tongtian Sect Leader.
There was no choice; although medical conditions were quite limited, even a half-baked level was better than Nezha.
Thankfully, the Wu Xiang Monk vouched, saying he had recently used herbs from the Medicine Garden to refine some elixirs, and as long as someone had a breath left, taking them would bring them back to life.
"You know, the daughter of the family that sells rotten meat noodles initially took a liking to a scholar in town. Her father disagreed, claiming the world was in chaos and studying was useless, insisting on marrying her to a butcher."
Nezha said, "I know about that. Didn't you arrange for the kid to earn money with your family's caravan? After a few trips, he should have saved some money. Is her father still unwilling?"
Qiu Chuyao, lowering her voice said, "Now he doesn't want it himself, feeling he's lost the status of a scholar. He asked the family steward for a teaching position at the town's school, thinking it's a prestigious and easy job."
"Clever indeed."
"You've never disliked clever people."
"But his academics aren't enough."
When Nezha said his academics weren't enough, he meant they weren't sufficient for a teaching position, and those who already had such positions were all more knowledgeable.
Moreover.
"Didn't he say before, 'Reading a thousand books is not as good as traveling a thousand miles'? So why, after just two hundred miles, has he stopped moving?"
The heavily pregnant Qiu Chuyao said, "There's more to the story. This time he went out, he found a woman, moved his whole family to Outer World Town. It's said she fled from the officials in Zhaoge and, though down on her luck, looks down on merchants. If he's a scholar, perhaps he can rekindle things with her, but poor Liu sister."
This Liu sister is the daughter of the family that sells rotten meat noodles.
"You can't force such things."
Qiu Chuyao said, "I know, but it's sad how easily hearts change. Not long ago, they were inseparable, even a lash and big stick couldn't part them, but now they've already parted."
Nezha responded with a hum, thinking maybe hearts never change, it's just circumstances that do.
He believed that the scholar might still love Miss Liu, but now a better option was in front of him, requiring him to discard his conscience.
He already did, striding toward the promising future he wanted.
In that case, Nezha wished him well, just hoping he doesn't end up hitting his head bleeding.
"Also, did you know we've dug a dozen small ponds by the big lake? Someone's raising turtles in one, saying they want to..."
With Qiu Chuyao's aptitude, even if she had the chance to step on the cultivation path, reaching the Golden Core Realm was unlikely.
In a short time.
Or maybe a long time, ten years, decades, up to a hundred years.
Qiu Chuyao would experience birth, old age, sickness, and death.
But for cultivators, that time is fleeting.
Moreover, Nezha realized something else: Qiu Chuyao loved him, which is why she kept talking about these things, but he had no interest in them.
What she dealt with was the trivial details of Outer World Town.
What he dealt with was the bloody struggles of the Cultivation World.
What she said didn't interest him.
What he thought couldn't be shared with her.
Sigh.
Nezha looked at the exhaustion in Qiu Chuyao's eyes, feeling a pang of pain, and held her in his arms.
He remembered what Wu Xiang had said to him yesterday.
Wu Xiang Monk said, "Qiu Chuyao is a piece of gold. You mustn't throw away the gold."
Is this Buddhist wisdom?
Nezha didn't understand.
But he understood some principles and had no intention of discarding his conscience just yet.