NOVEL NEXT Chapter 298 Drink Wine
Nezha's punch nearly smashed Master Taiyi into pulp, but he didn't die and immediately reshaped his physical form.
He first recreated his eyes.
Master Taiyi used these eyes to see a pair of iron fists descending from the heavens, almost landing on his head.
He was resentful.
He was in pain.
Unwilling.
These emotions could easily cause one to lose reason, but Master Taiyi was not an ordinary person; he had lived too long, and these emotional fluctuations merely served as a prelude to what he planned to do next.
He shouted, "Nezha, I swear, I will grind your bones to dust!"
Nezha said nothing, the iron spear in his hand pierced straight toward Master Taiyi's Primordial Spirit, and this was a strike he couldn't possibly evade.
And so, Master Taiyi transformed into a stone.
A stone the size of a fist, entirely translucent and gleaming.
The stone sealed Master Taiyi inside, his eyes tightly closed, as if asleep.
Nezha grabbed the stone in his hand. With his grip strength, he could nearly crush coal into diamonds, yet he couldn't break this stone.
He then took out the Black Giant Sword.
With the sharpness of the Black Giant Sword, it was extremely easy to split it in two, yet Master Taiyi's golden Primordial Spirit remained unscathed, transferring into one half of the split stones.
Nezha did not stop, in an instant swinging the sword hundreds of times, carving the stone containing the Primordial Spirit down to the size of a grain of rice, yet the golden little figure still hid within that rice-sized transparent crystal stone.
"To a Taiyi Golden Immortal, a Primordial Spirit's immortality means reshaping one's body is merely a matter of lifting a finger. Though the cultivators in this world aren't highly proficient, they do have numerous ways to preserve their lives."
After saying this, Zi Chen, along with Little Dragon Girl and Wu Xiang Monk, approached together, astounded, "Is this considered a win?"
Nezha looked at the 'grain' in his palm, smiling, "A victory was indeed part of our plan."
Little Dragon Girl observed Nezha, his face pale, severely injured, yet in this girl's eyes, extraordinarily spirited.
Before undergoing tribulation, he had said he would take this opportunity to eliminate those hostile to him, and he truly followed through!
"Plans are plans, reality is reality, After all, he's one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, the renowned Master Taiyi," Little Dragon Girl marveled.
Wu Xiang Monk was quite pleased.
Seeing Nezha unharmed and Master Taiyi not deceased relieved much of the pressure on his mind.
Having cultivated until today, he hadn't killed anyone; he hadn't even stomped an ant to death.
But for his friends, he almost took a life today.
Even if Nezha succeeded in killing Master Taiyi, this friend of his would not be happy, only painfully aware that he became an accomplice to murder.
Wu Xiang Monk remarked, "This is the cocooning technique of the Chan Sect, a life-preserving skill never used unless utterly necessary; once used, without higher-level Chan Sect peers to rescue, one falls into eternal slumber."
Little Dragon Girl said, "I think it's better to throw this thing into the ocean; even Daluo Immortals would struggle to find it."
Finding a grain of rice in the boundless ocean is nothing short of a miracle.
Nezha said, "Let's store it in the Exquisite Treasure Tower first. It's expected that Master Taiyi wants to kill me, but the reason behind his persistent desire to kill me is something I can't fathom."
Little Dragon Girl asked, "You want to find out the reason?"
Nezha nodded, Little Dragon Girl continued, "In matters like this, it might be safer knowing less."
Beside them, Wu Xiang Monk said, "Not so, as a conspiracy might exist behind the scenes, knowing more allows clearer judgment. At the very least, even in death, one would die knowing."
This statement amused Nezha; he said, "Monk, although I might not know these things, the one who always urges me to Spirit Mountain should know, and that Yuanshi Tianzun who supports me, despite no relation, should know as well. As for who his disciple listens to, though unclear, I can guess a bit. Since no one proactively meets me now, meeting any of them would be wrong."
After hearing this, Wu Xiang pondered for a long time, saying, "I believe my Buddha's compassion is boundless, but I can't force you."
"Thank you."
Afterward, Wu Xiang left with Jiang Xiao.
Little Dragon Girl also bid farewell to Nezha, saying she would search for Yang Jian between heaven and earth, avenging Princess Long Ji.
The cycle of revenge is endless.
Nezha thought it was fortunate Wu Xiang Monk left early, otherwise, hearing Little Dragon Girl's words, he'd start preaching again.
The monk has his reasons.
But Little Dragon Girl has her justifications too.
Princess Long Ji was her friend, so in her view, Yang Jian must pay.
Yang Jian.
Unexpectedly killed Princess Long Ji.
Truly unforeseen.
Nezha recalled past events, when he informed Yang Jian of the location of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, he fetched it and returned, handing Nezha the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, could it be he killed Princess Long Ji then?
A pity, the renowned Immortal Master Erlang.
Offended the Heavenly Emperor.
With a sigh, Nezha had already arrived in Xiqi and met Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya was arranging food and drinks, Lv Ping serving beside him, upon seeing Nezha, Lv Ping trembled, his expression turned peculiarly, Nezha could not help but feel puzzled, not waiting to ask, Jiang Ziya had already sent Lv Ping to the backyard.
That moment Nezha did not harbor much suspicion, in his eyes Jiang Ziya's dismissal was a good thing, regarding this former companion of Li Jing, although nothing stood between them, every meeting felt oddly peculiar.
"Greetings, Shishu." After a long time, Nezha rarely saluted.
Jiang Ziya's expression was less than pleasant, upon seeing Nezha, he remarked irritably, "Long time no see, you aren't dead yet."
"Is Shishu resentful of me?"
"Resentful of you?" Jiang Ziya snorted twice, "Why would I resent you? Had you not revealed that Fengshen Yanyi to the world, I wouldn't know that even if I successfully achieve Divine Enthronement, I'll still have no more than a mortal's lifespan of a hundred years; I should thank you, for not holding many expectations."
Nezha had long prepared for Jiang Ziya's remarks, so his words, though harsh, did not bother Nezha: "If Shishu desires immortality, Nezha can help find some Spiritual Medicine."
In fact, he had no obligation to do so; reaching this step was only due to their bond.
Jiang Ziya understood too.
So his face twitched, he merely sat down, ordering a servant to serve wine, without saying much else.
Nezha asked, "Does Shishu drink at the barracks?"
"There's a female general named Deng Chanyu in the enemy camp, who has killed eight of my Xiqi's mighty generals. Each time when challenged, they're knocked off their horses by a stone in the Turtle Array; morale has dipped, even with my vast skills, I can't swiftly take this stronghold."
Nezha remembered that maiden who wielded a blade like a streak of light under the snowy night, thinking Jiang Ziya worried about this, said, "Deng Chanyu is indeed formidable."
Jiang Ziya glared at him, sneering, "At Zhaoge, I heard you mention her, being an old acquaintance, I suppose you don't want to help me lead the battle."
Nezha kept silent, already indicating his stance.
He had no choice; both sides were his friends.
If one day one must kill the other, he'd have to intervene.
Jiang Ziya waved his hand: "Since unwilling to help, then accompany me in drinking."
"That's no problem, Shishu; my Medicine Garden coincidentally has Immortal Fruit ripening soon, by then I'll ask Wu Xiang Monk to refine a batch of elixirs for you, though not a straight path to immortality, you should live at least a few hundred years."
Nezha was sincere rather than superficial.
This cantankerous little old man, he really couldn't bear seeing him die like this.
The two began drinking, and after three cups, Nezha fell asleep.
Not due to low tolerance.
But because the wine had been poisoned.
Given Nezha's physique, having long been immune to toxins, this poison that could fell him was extraordinary.