Chapter 189 - 188: Does the Primordial Realm Also Have Little Nan?

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Chapter 189: Chapter 188: Does the Primordial Realm Also Have Little Nan? Far away on Emei Mountain, Nezha looked at the devastated Luo Fu Cave and immediately knew: Old Zhao definitely believed his nonsense. He couldn’t help but suspect whether his cultivation pathway was the Great Dao of Gossip. Why is it that whatever comes out of my mouth, people always buy it? Then, out of nowhere, he felt his butt being fiercely smacked three times. No actual damage, but immensely painful! Nezha’s reaction was swift — no matter what, first admit fault! He immediately bowed and said, "Third Generation Disciple of Mystic Sect, Li Nezha, expresses gratitude to Uncle Tongtian for the guidance!" Three thousand... thirty thousand years in the east, thirty thousand years in the west — don’t underestimate the impoverished youth! Just wait until I’ve cultivated well enough! I’ll... I’ll smack Senior Brother Duobao’s butt! Duobao: "???" Having finished smacking Nezha, Tongtian Sect Master suddenly felt immensely refreshed. Mischievous kids, as expected, need a good smacking. Then, with a casual toss, he threw the bamboo stick in his hand to Nezha. Seeing that things had calmed down, Nezha reached out and picked up the bamboo stick Tongtian Sect Master had used to smack him. The stick wasn’t a magical treasure, nor could it even be considered a treasure—it only contained a sealed strand of Sword Qi. Nezha couldn’t quite gauge its power, but he felt he wouldn’t mind getting smacked a few more times. Two more bamboo sticks would do. Say what you will, but holding onto this thing really boosted his sense of security. Over at the East Sea, Tongtian Sect Master was giving a lecture. To all Jie Sect disciples, this was a major event. All the elite Jie Sect disciples remained on Golden Turtle Island, including Nezha’s ’good friend’ (eternal scapegoat), the recluse Shi Ji. Nezha’s Emei Mountain venture had achieved its purpose, and he directly opened a spatial channel to return to Nantang. Nezha’s timing couldn’t have been better, as Nantang was currently facing quite the predicament. Nighttime, in the Great King’s bedchamber. Daji and Deng Chanyu sat on either side of Nezha, recounting the matter to him. "So you’re saying there’s a monkey causing trouble?" Deng Chanyu got up and nodded, inadvertently revealing quite the captivating view from below. "That demon looks like a monkey but possesses immense strength and can control water. Last time, I ambushed it and burned it with the Ling Jiu Palace Lantern. Together with King Li standing firm in front, we managed to push it back." "However, judging by its already heavily injured state, if it had been at full strength, we wouldn’t have stood a chance." Daji also expressed concern: "That monkey has taken over the southern river regions and demands offerings from Nantang. If refused, it threatens to stir up disasters. If it had only asked for livestock, it’d be one thing, but it’s demanding human sacrifices! That’s why I asked Chanyu and King Li to intervene." Nezha nodded, acknowledging that Nantang had already abolished all practices associated with live sacrifices. With Nantang benefiting from the rice seeds Nezha introduced, food was no longer a problem, making its population the most precious asset. Additionally, possessing remnants of a modern soul, Nezha was deeply opposed to the brutal practice of sacrificial rituals. "You’ve done well. For such demonic creatures, a heavy hand is the way to go!" Daji gently cupped Nezha’s face and coquettishly asked, "Since we’ve done so well, does our Prince Consort have any rewards for us?" Deng Chanyu, evidently a woman of action, didn’t bother wasting words. She dove straight into the bed. ... By dawn, after the two Great Kings attended early court proceedings, Nezha prepared to meet this water monkey. Leaving Nanchang City, Nezha transformed into a strikingly handsome scholar dressed in white robes, a wine gourd hanging at his waist, and pulling a Divine Sword from his sleeve to carry on his back. Flashing like a star, he arrived at the banks of the Yellow River. The Primordial Yellow River was no ordinary sight; legend had it that its source flowed from the Heavenly River in the Heavenly Realm, through the Mortal World, and finally into the underworld—truly spanning the Three Realms. Since he was here, how could he resist reciting some poetry? "Ah! The waters of the mighty river descend from the heavens, surging down to the sea, never to return!" As soon as he finished his verse, the river began stirring. However, it wasn’t the water monkey Wuzhiqi he’d anticipated—instead it was a ’mermaid.’ Unfortunately, it was a male mermaid. The mermaid had silver-white hair, eyes and scales shimmering in iridescent hues, and an exceptionally handsome face. "Scholar on the shore, who might you be?" "I am Li Bai, a scholar of Nantang. May I inquire of the Immortal Master’s revered name?" "I am the Yellow River River God, Feng Yi!" The mermaid scrutinized ’Li Bai’ closely, increasingly pleased with what he saw. "That verse is truly stirring and bold—quite excellent, quite excellent! I have always loved poetry and prose. Why don’t you join me in the River Mansion for a gathering, young gentleman?" ’Li Bai’ felt an ominous shiver under the mermaid’s lingering gaze. Seriously now—since when did the Primordial chaos have ’Little Nan’ romantic types? Nezha was somewhat familiar with Feng Yi’s reputation: it wasn’t so much bad as utterly disgraceful. Moreover, there was an old grudge connected to this fellow: he had drowned Grandpa Fu Xi’s daughter, Luo Bin. While many might not recognize Luo Bin, Luo Shen was universally known. Back then, Feng Yi had been captivated by her beauty and, taking advantage of her crossing the river, drowned her. He then installed Consort Mi as Luo River Water God and forcibly took her as his wife. Nezha couldn’t believe such a deeply tangled scenario didn’t involve scheming hands behind the scenes. The descendants of the Human Emperor always seemed doomed to tragic fates: the Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi’s daughter Luo Shen, the Earth Emperor Shennong’s daughter Jingwei, and the Human Emperor Xuanyuan’s daughter Nu Ba. Nezha couldn’t discern who was manipulating events behind the scenes. What was clear was that the Human Clan clawed their way to becoming the leaders of heaven and earth through their own iron will and sacrifice—it wasn’t something as simple as divine favor or destiny fulfilled. His thoughts turned cold as faint traces of killing intent flashed through his eyes. One thing was certain: the Dragon Clan had definitely meddled in all this. "Teacher, Teacher! Did Grandpa Fu Xi ever accept this son-in-law?" Onlooker Nuwa curled her lips in disdain, her attitude indifferent. "A scumbag through and through—good riddance." Nuwa, truthfully, never held much affection for the children of the Human Emperor Fu Xi. As an Innate Sacred Being, she only cared for Fu Xi as her brother. If Fu Xi approached her for help, she’d begrudgingly step in. If he didn’t, she’d simply ignore the situation. For Fu Xi’s part, he shared similar sentiments. His role as Heavenly Emperor stemmed more from duty and obligation. His children were companions briefly through his life, while his sister had been with him since he was born. And, as a self-proclaimed brother complex—you guessed it—she was unquestionably closer to him. This was the value system of the Primordial Era—illogical, yet strangely rational. Having gleaned enough insight, Nezha solidified his plan. "I’ve heard talk in the city of water demons causing havoc in this stretch of the Yellow River. Now that I’ve encountered River Earl, why not act on the heavens’ path to bolster your reputation?" When Feng Yi heard of the water demon, his expression turned grim. Did he not want to expel Wuzhiqi? Would he really let such a creature remain? It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—it was that he couldn’t win! Feng Yi was essentially a dandy, skilled in indulgence, dining, and entertainment. There was no way he could compete with the ferocious Wuzhiqi. "You should quickly come with me to the Water Mansion. If that demon monkey arrives, I won’t be able to protect you!" Feng Yi was growing anxious. He dreaded running into Wuzhiqi again but couldn’t bear to leave behind this fair-skinned, tender ’Li Bai.’ ’Li Bai’ seemed stubbornly principled like a scholar, shaking his head with determination as he replied, "Then forgive my inability to follow you. I must go and eliminate the demon!" Feng Yi’s patience ran dry, and he dropped his guise entirely. Without hesitation, he dove headfirst into the water, and the already turbulent Yellow River began churning wildly. Deep within the river, glimpses of a white aquatic dragon stirring up a storm could be seen. This section of the Yellow River’s water level surged rapidly, culminating in massive waves that crashed toward ’Li Bai.’ ’Li Bai’ seized the moment, transforming into a small fish and riding the surging waves straight into the river. Feng Yi thought his hydromancing prowess was more than enough to crush that ’mortal’ in one move. Yet, after searching for an extended time, he failed to find any trace of Li Bai. Just as he was about to deploy his River Earl powers once more to locate Li Bai’s remains, a thunderous roar echoed in the distance. He looked up at the source of the voice to see a sight truly fearsome—a stout-nosed, protruding-browed, white-haired, green-skinned, fire-eyed golden-eyed, neck-stretching, hundred-foot-long ape. Its arms wrapped in thick chains, holding a silver-white oversized staff, striding across the waters!

Chapter 189 - 188: Does the Primordial Realm Also Have Little Nan?

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