Chapter 221 - 220: So It’s a Prop Race!

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Chapter 221: Chapter 220: So It’s a Prop Race! "Sister Yun, how about I carry you?" Yunxiao hesitated for a moment. Being carried by Nezha, who was like a little brother to her, was indeed a bit embarrassing. But if they kept dawdling like this, they would surely let Kun Daoist escape. Thinking of the revenge for her sisters, she finally agreed. Her origin was already severely depleted, and in situations like this, she really felt powerless. "Ah! Sorry to trouble you, little brother Nezha." Without wasting words, Nezha stepped forward and carried Yunxiao on his back. Well, it must be said—formed from white clouds, she was incredibly light, soft, and delicate. Nezha carried Yunxiao as he sprinted madly, while Yunxiao brandished her glowing sword on his back, slashing at and killing any beasts startled into attacking along their path. The two cooperated seamlessly, and after considerable effort, finally arrived at their destination. Before them stood a massive cylindrical object radiating a strong will of Pangu—a giant cylindrical ’Ultraman Transformation Device.’ Nezha immediately sank into profound thought. Wait a minute—did I end up in the Heart Demon Illusion Realm again? Yunxiao, still on Nezha’s back, didn’t notice his peculiar expression. After sensing for a moment, she said, "This must be the legacy of Pangu God. It feels exactly the same as the experience at Buzhou Mountain back in the day." Upon hearing these words, Nezha snapped out of his daze, took another careful look, and realized this thing resembled a piece of throat bone. He let out a long sigh of relief. Ah, I knew it! The Primordial world couldn’t possibly have Ultraman! Carrying Yunxiao, he approached the object, placed his hand on it, and felt a sudden sense of familiarity wash over him. Soon after, the two of them entered the world contained within the throat bone. But as they landed, the pressure instantly intensified. The tangible effect was a stronger sensation of being pushed forward from behind. "Sister Yun, are you alright?" Yunxiao, on Nezha’s back, also felt a little embarrassed. She glanced around and then pointed into the distance, saying, "Look, Kunpeng is over there!" Nezha looked up and saw the previously stout Big Mouth Daoist crawling up an immense celestial staircase ascending thousands of feet into the sky. No further explanation was needed from Yunxiao. He took out a yellow Huntian Silk, tied Yunxiao securely to himself, and charged upward in pursuit—after all, climbing heavenly stairs was a classic trope in Xianxia novels. Whether there might be fortuitous encounters above wasn’t the point; the priority was taking down their enemy. As Nezha climbed with Yunxiao on his back, the first step on the staircase brought an overwhelming force upon both his body and spirit. It wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful but was certainly shocking. From now on, whoever says force is only a physical phenomenon and doesn’t affect the spirit, Nezha would definitely slap them twice. Fortunately, though his Eight-Nine Profound Skills had been broken, the strength of his physical body and his raw power hadn’t diminished in the slightest. In fact, they had been strengthened to an epic degree. The modification from Pangu’s Power even made him feel quite comfortable in this environment. Carrying Yunxiao, Nezha began sprinting upward, with the pressure increasing as they ascended. The trial wasn’t just a test of physical endurance but of mental fortitude as well. Yunxiao, being a Quasi-Saint, naturally had indomitable willpower, but her cloud-formed physical body was thoroughly suppressed. As the pressure grew, her effort to maintain composure faded away. She ended up clinging completely to Nezha’s back. Feeling embarrassed from being carried all the way, she wrapped one arm around Nezha’s neck and used the other to pull out a white handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from his face. Nezha’s tiny bit of vanity was undeniably satisfied—a Quasi-Saint wiping his sweat was akin to a mother-in-law lighting a cigarette for her son-in-law. With renewed vigor, he accelerated in pursuit of Big Mouth Daoist. The latter turned his head to glance back in astonishment, shocked to see Nezha still chasing relentlessly. "Are you serious? I’m almost home!" In response, Big Mouth Daoist summoned a massive water arrow and launched it toward the pair. Nezha quickly flipped to shield Yunxiao beneath him. Oh boy! This guy really turned it into a props match! This opponent was strong indeed—having already climbed halfway up the staircase, he was still capable of such powerful spells. Yunxiao was clearly enraged and raised her Flowing Cloud Sword to retaliate, but Nezha stopped her. Kun Daoist still appeared to have strength to spare. If Yunxiao kept attacking recklessly like this, she’d likely run out of energy before the real fight began. Nezha then took out the Qiankun Bow and fitted several golden arrows to it, shooting them toward the Kunpeng above. While the damage was minimal, the intent was purely to disrupt. Kun Daoist being struck didn’t feel much pain, but still—if someone shot you in the back of the head, wouldn’t you dodge? If they shot your rear, wouldn’t you move out of the way? Even in the Primordial era, immortals valued their dignity. Kun Daoist occasionally turned back to unleash water arrows, water spheres, or ice spikes. Meanwhile, Nezha retaliated by launching arrows at Kun Daoist’s rear, maintaining an air of amusing confrontation. In this world, Nezha definitely had the home-field advantage. With Houtu Bloodline strengthening his connection to the earth, his power seemed inexhaustible while his footing was firm. Kun Daoist, though remarkably resilient, struggled to match Nezha’s climbing speed. The three finally converged around the seven-thousand-foot mark. From her position on Nezha’s back, Yunxiao had been waiting for this moment. She swung a sword strike toward Kun Daoist, though its visible power was significantly dampened. Kun Daoist gritted his teeth and resisted the blow with a shield of blue Spirit Light, before retaliating by spraying a massive wave at the duo. Nezha reacted swiftly, unfurling the Mountain and River Map to absorb all the water, then countered by striking with the Ruyi Jingu Bang. The staff hit Kun Daoist but did little damage—the impact seemed to land on layers of thick fat, producing a dull "thump" sound. Realizing his attacks were ineffective, Nezha decisively stopped grappling with Kun Daoist and resolved to reach the summit first. Now Kun Daoist was trailing behind, while Nezha led the way upward. Nezha skillfully dodged Kun Daoist’s ice spells while shifting Yunxiao from his back to his front, creating an inexplicably intimate posture. A subtle fragrance filled Nezha’s senses. Yunxiao also appeared uneasy. She finally rested her head against Nezha’s shoulder and began using water spells to retaliate against Kun Daoist. From above, descending water-based magic was indeed far more advantageous. As Nezha ascended higher and higher, he began to experience a profound sense of summoning from the peak. The battle of magical props continued for a while longer atop the stairs. Seeing that Nezha was about to reach the summit, Kun Daoist glanced wistfully at the peak, then deliberately allowed Yunxiao’s spell to strike him, using the momentum to tumble down the staircase. Midway down, he transformed into a massive Kun fish, using his round physique and thick fat to mitigate the damage from the fall. Soon, he landed on the ground, bounced twice, then turned into blue light and fled swiftly. Nezha noticed Kun Daoist’s crafty maneuver and hesitated, glancing back at the peak. Just as he was about to turn and pursue, Yunxiao stopped him. Yunxiao wrapped her arms around Nezha’s neck, their eyes meeting as their breaths overlapped. "Kun Daoist is cunning and resilient. Even if you catch up, killing him won’t be easy. With your opportunity waiting above, don’t waste it. The grievances with Kunpeng and the Nether River can wait for another day." Nezha wasn’t the type to dawdle or act pretentious. He immediately agreed. "If you need my help in the future, I’ll do whatever it takes." As he climbed further upward, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: No wonder people say, ’In youth, we don’t appreciate our elder sisters—wrongly chasing after young maidens instead.’ This gentle, thoughtful demeanor, always putting him first... what young man could resist?

Chapter 221 - 220: So It’s a Prop Race!

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