Chapter 170 - 169: Taking Jiang Ziya for Seafood

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Chapter 170: Chapter 169: Taking Jiang Ziya for Seafood Four people met in a palace, and Old Jiang looked at the three kids he had known from back then, feeling a flood of emotions. Look at them now—one has mastered cultivation; after just a few years of training, even his arrogant senior brothers have to show Nezha a smiling face. The two girls have also become the nominal first and second leaders of the Great Tang regime. On the way here, he saw the lives of the people—simply put, the people here live comfortably, those of Yin Shang are impoverished, while the people of West Zhou are living like beasts. Since they were old friends, Nezha brought out some fine wine. The four of them had a small gathering; Daji sought advice on governance, while Deng Chanyu asked for guidance on military strategies. Old Jiang held nothing back, meticulously sharing his insights, then vented to the three of them about family matters and the mess over in West Zhou. Finally, the four reminisced about their days in Chaoge City. Talking and laughing together, Old Jiang felt a lightness he hadn’t experienced in a long time, so he drank a bit too much. As for serious business? The hell with it—drinking IS serious business! After a night of heavy drinking, they arranged for Old Jiang to stay in the embassy. The other three returned to their private chambers, and Daji and Deng Chanyu felt a twinge of pity. "Nezha, do you think Minister Jiang is so talented, why not..." Before she could finish, Nezha covered her mouth. Nezha sighed, shook his head, and said, "Everyone has their own struggles. We should think of ways to overcome them, not just fantasize about running away." "Brother Jiang didn’t say a word about it the whole night because he knows that some things must be faced on your own. As friends, all we can do is offer support when he needs it." Deng Chanyu wrapped her arms around Nezha’s neck and asked, "Then what’s your struggle?" Nezha pondered for a moment before replying, "I’ve noticed lately that my romantic fortune has been skyrocketing—little fairies everywhere are pestering me. It’s really quite frustrating!" He was speaking the truth. He didn’t realize that it was due to his increasingly strong cultivation and his Killing God Fate Grid, which required an abundance of peach blossom luck to balance things out. Daji and Deng Chanyu rolled their eyes simultaneously. Why do all these Primordial female immortals seem to fancy young men? The next day, Nezha went to Jiang Ziya’s quarters. The old general was already up, looking much more relaxed; it seemed his nerves had been too tightly wound before. "Brother Jiang, you’re no outsider. What brings you here this time? Just say it." Jiang Ziya talked about Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, then explained the reason for coming to Nantang—to find Yang Jian. Nezha thought about it for a moment. Randeng was already on the leaderboard, Old Zhao had refrained from meddling in the Sealing God business, yet Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao still managed to get caught up in the tribulation. What’s there to say? It’s just asking for death. "Don’t worry, Brother. I know where Nephew Yang is. Why not come along with me?" What Nezha meant was: since you’ve bothered to come all this way, might as well take the opportunity to look around. Let me show you a good time. Old Jiang agreed without a second thought. Nezha first took Old Jiang around the cities of Nantang to see the level of infrastructure development and then to the underworld for him to reunite with his old friend Ji Chang. Their meeting was a tearful one, to say the least. Afterward, Nezha brought Jiang Ziya to the West Sea Dragon Palace. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals had clearly committed Nezha’s image to memory. As soon as he appeared, one of them turned tail and swam into the palace, shouting, "We’re doomed! We’re doomed! That super-gluttonous Immortal is here again!" Old Jiang, with his lower cultivation, couldn’t hear it, but Nezha heard it loud and clear. What kind of nonsense is that? What do you mean ’super-gluttonous’? Today, I’ll feast on hairy crabs and lobsters! It wasn’t long before the West Sea Dragon King swaggered out with his large head to greet them at the palace gates. "Immortal! To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" Instead of answering, Nezha introduced Jiang Ziya, saying, "This is a second-generation disciple of the Chan Sect and the West Zhou Prime Minister—Jiang Ziya." The Old Dragon King took on the expression of someone meeting a True Immortal and quickly said, "Ah, forgive me, Little Dragon, for failing to recognize such an esteemed guest. Please, come in—allow me to host you properly." Old Jiang wasn’t used to such treatment. Having gone straight to the mortal realm after beginning his path, he had never experienced the kind of perks Chan Sect disciples enjoyed out in the world. After all, the Chan Sect’s name carries more weight than Tsinghua or Peking University ever did in Nezha’s former life. After all, university presidents can’t kill you from afar, but Saints absolutely can. Jiang Ziya awkwardly glanced at Nezha, who gave him a reassuring "Don’t panic" look as he led him into the Dragon Palace. Fine wine and sumptuous dishes were served, and beautiful Bivalve Girls began to dance! Nezha cracked open the shell of a shrimp as big as his forearm, eating as he watched. The Old Dragon King plastered on a grin, all the while inwardly fretting, wondering if any of his young dragons might have inadvertently provoked this Killing God. At first, Old Jiang felt a bit uneasy, but as someone who had held the position of Prime Minister, he quickly adapted to the situation. Before long, he was eating and drinking alongside Nezha, enjoying delicacies he’d never experienced before! As he ate, he couldn’t help but muse, Is this the daily life of the Immortals? So plain yet so fulfilling? Envious! Given the current scarcity of resources in West Zhou, as Prime Minister, all he could do was ensure his family had enough to eat. After they had eaten their fill, Nezha casually asked, "How’s my Nephew Yang doing here?" Old Jiang perked his ears up immediately—so this is where Yang Jian had been all along! The Old Dragon King spoke with great enthusiasm about Yang Jian: "Your talented Nephew is undoubtedly the Third Generation Head Disciple of the Chan Sect, the Great Venerable’s own nephew, unmatched in battle prowess and perfectly balanced in both offense and defense." "The peace we enjoy in the West Sea is all thanks to him holding the line!" Nezha nodded with a smile: "If the Dragon King is satisfied, that’s good. We’ve come this time to bring Nephew Yang back. Brother Ziya, under Yuan Shi Saint’s command, is leading the charge to overthrow Yin Shang. Facing formidable enemies, Nephew Yang is indispensable." The Old Dragon King was initially reluctant to let Yang Jian go. Hosting such a powerful figure in the palace was much more useful than those lazy Ancestor Dragon Hall leeches who only demanded offerings and did nothing. But as soon as he heard the mention of a Saint, he immediately caved. "I’ll summon him right away, Immortal! Please wait here." Soon enough, Yang Jian strode into the Dragon Palace’s grand hall, dressed in extravagant robes, wearing a jade crown on his head, and a handsome cape draped over his shoulders. He exuded confidence with each tiger-like step he took. Behind him was a charming Little Dragon Girl with small horns on her head, her face radiating pure innocence. "Yang Jian pays his respects to Uncle Jiang and Junior Master!" The Little Dragon Girl imitated him, bowing respectfully as well: "Ao Cunxin pays her respects to Uncle Jiang and Junior Master!" Nezha smiled and nodded, while Old Jiang felt somewhat awkward. Just look at this—when Yang Jian was with me, he was always transporting grain, covered in dust, with nothing to his name. And now look at him after just a few days with Nezha—he’s fully equipped and even seems to have picked up a rich, beautiful wife. Old Jiang even felt slightly embarrassed to ask Yang Jian to return. But since they’d come all this way, they couldn’t just turn back now, could they? Nezha noticed Old Jiang’s awkwardness and took over, explaining the situation. Yang Jian courteously obliged, understanding that his Uncle Jiang had endured a tough life. No matter what, he still identified as a Chan Sect disciple. Without any hesitation, he agreed to return with Jiang Ziya.

Chapter 170 - 169: Taking Jiang Ziya for Seafood

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