Chapter 153 - 152 Lady Rashamon’s Revenge

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Chapter 153: Chapter 152 Lady Rashamon’s Revenge Fire Spirit Saint Mother once whimsically accepted a disciple named Hu Lei. She saw that young Hu Lei was not particularly gifted but was plump and adorable, so she took him as a disciple. Unexpectedly, as Hu Lei grew older, he completely lost his charm. The Fire Spirit Saint Mother started to despise him a little and couldn’t bother to teach him. Together with Yu Yuan’s disciple Yu Hua, they were rounded up by Wen Zhong to serve as officials for Great Shang. Previously, Wen Zhong recognized the dangers of war and didn’t dare send them to the frontlines. The Fire Spirit Saint Mother maintained a decent relationship with the youthful Wen Zhong. With her fiery personality, upon hearing from Wen Zhong about the tragic deaths of the Jie Sect disciples, she burned with rage. Feeling obligated as a disciple of Duobao to stand up for the Jie Sect disciples, she decided not to even inform her teacher and resolutely joined Wen Zhong. Incidentally, she gathered some immortal friends she enjoyed socializing with to aid in the battle. Wen Zhong was gaining allies left and right, while Shen Gongbao made his way to the underworld. The ferocity of the Asura Clan from before still left a deep impression on him. He wanted to follow Bodhisattva’s thread and see if he could persuade more members of the Asura Clan to join the fray. The underworld’s security forces had already been warned by Nezha not to converse with unfamiliar immortals. They were even shown Shen Gongbao’s portrait with explicit instructions to attack him on sight without any unnecessary chatter. Nezha held high prestige among the Witch Clan warriors in the underworld. Shen Gongbao, initially eyeing the Witch Clan warriors, had just begun trying to strike up a conversation when he suddenly saw axes, blades, and pitchforks raised against him. In true single-combat fashion, it seemed like Shen Gongbao was prepared to face a whole squad of Witch Clan warriors on his own. Terrified, Shen Gongbao fled in a panic and accidentally rushed into the Rashamon Clan’s Blood Sea. Just then, he bumped into the Little Rashamon Girl, who had been wandering the shores of the Blood Sea, eagerly listening to Witch warriors for any news about Nezha. Looking at the disheveled Shen Gongbao, the Little Rashamon Girl couldn’t help but burst into a silver-bell-like laugh. Shen Gongbao, unfazed, straightened his clothes and approached her with his "nothing to lose" mentality, saying, "Poor Daoist Shen Gongbao greets the Fairy. May I know the Fairy’s Dao title?" He refrained from mentioning Yuxu Palace, fearing the other party might belong to the opposing Chan Sect. The Rashamon Princess adored Nezha but was full of thorns around outsiders. Growing up in the Blood Sea, her temper and appearance were worlds apart. To make matters worse, she had heard from her mother that the Asura Clan under Bodhisattva had been deceived into their doom by Shen Gongbao himself, which included her father, Bodhisattva. Affection was nonexistent, but familial ties still lingered—after all, did a father stop being one just because parents divorced? Her eyes spun as she said, "I am the Rashamon Princess—are you the Demon Dao who lured my father to his death?" "Today I shall kill you to avenge my father!" With that, she summoned two large blades and slashed towards Shen Gongbao. Shen Gongbao, calculating, thought to himself that this Rashamon Princess seemed like someone easily influenced. Calm on the surface, internally panicked, he dodged while shouting, "Fairy, spare me! Fairy, spare me! None of it is my fault! I was the one who advised Bodhisattva to retreat, but the Chan Sect pushed him too far, forcing the Asura Clan to resist!" The Rashamon Princess didn’t actually intend to kill him but certainly wouldn’t believe his nonsense. She slowed her movements as if she had bought into Shen Gongbao’s reasoning. "Really?" "As true as gold!" The Rashamon Princess immediately grew wary, recalling Nezha’s saying: "Men’s words are nothing but lies!" Her distaste for Shen Gongbao deepened—he was full of deceit, and who could understand her father’s conduct better than her? Pretending to believe him, she sighed and said, "Alas, he has already perished. What can I possibly do?" Shen Gongbao seized the opportunity: "Ah! Princess, you could call upon your mother to avenge Bodhisattva!" This was laughable, as Shen Gongbao had no idea about the Blood Sea’s affairs. Heavenly Consort Wu Mo wasn’t about to avenge Bodhisattva. On the day he died, she partied for three days straight with her girlfriends—she still smirked at the memory. The Rashamon Princess, a masterful actor, now adorned a mournful expression and said, "My mother has been drowning her sorrows in wine ever since my father’s demise. Alas!" "But the cultivation levels of us mother and daughter are nowhere near my father’s. How could we avenge him?" She lowered her small head, feigning grief, and slowly walked towards the Blood Sea. Shen Gongbao was dumbfounded. Why was her reaction not what he expected? Shouldn’t she rally her family and join him in fighting West Zhou? "Fairy, don’t lose hope. Think of a way! Don’t you want to avenge your father?" The Rashamon Princess turned back with tear-filled eyes and growled, "Daoist Master, do YOU want to avenge my father?" Shen Gongbao: "???" He suspected something was amiss but couldn’t deny it—he would contradict himself! "Yes! I dream of it!" The Rashamon Princess suddenly looked overjoyed: "Uncle, I knew it! You were indeed my father’s true friend. I always believed you were a good person!" "In the Primordial Era, being called a ’good person’ was a rare compliment. However, the fate of good people was often pitiful. Being the first male immortal to receive a female immortal’s ’good person card’ wouldn’t end well for Shen Gongbao. "I know a place my father often spoke of. One of his closest friends resides there, someone whose cultivation far surpasses my father’s. "Why don’t you go and rescue him to join our fight?" Shen Gongbao, clever yet uncertain, began to suspect there was something fishy and asked in return, "Why wouldn’t the Princess herself go? As a descendant of a close friend, surely you could seek that great immortal’s help?" "Ah, that elder abhors the opposite sex!" Shen Gongbao scratched his head. A great expert disliking delicate little fairies? How peculiar! Of course, in the Primordial Era, strange quirks among great experts were commonplace. Disliking the opposite sex wasn’t particularly odd. Feeling increasingly something felt wrong, Shen Gongbao muttered, "You wouldn’t deceive me, would you?" The Rashamon Princess firmly nodded, "Daoist Master! That was my father who died!" "If my mother and I went and failed, at least we might manage to die seeking that senior’s help. But that elder would only be offended by our presence—it’s you, his close friend, who must go!" Noticing Shen Gongbao’s hesitance, the Rashamon Princess pressed him, "Could it be that Daoist Master lied to deceive me earlier? If so, I’ll have to avenge my father!" With those words, she raised her dual blades and threatened to strike! Now Shen Gongbao was thoroughly cornered—he couldn’t refuse. "Princess! Princess! I’ll go! I must avenge my dear friend Bodhisattva! Please, Princess, show me the way!" The Rashamon Princess promptly lowered her blades and gave a sweet smile, calling out, "Sister Yan Zhi! Sister Yan Zhi!" The Blood Sea radiated crimson light, gathering into the form of a dazzling woman in scarlet robes. The Rashamon Princess ran into Yan Zhi’s arms and said, "This Daoist Master seeks to avenge my father. Sister, could you guide him to meet my father’s old friend?"

Chapter 153 - 152 Lady Rashamon’s Revenge

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