Chapter 316 - 315: I Should Be Thanking You!

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Chapter 316: Chapter 315: I Should Be Thanking You! What happens after reaching the Daluo Golden Immortal stage? Without sufficient foundation, getting stuck for several Yuan Hui is perfectly normal. Cultivation also relies on momentum—success comes with a single burst of effort, but falters on the second push and dissipates on the third. Once that initial zeal is gone, all that’s left is to grind it out over time. The finest disciple of the Three Sects, Duobao, may have taken only a few hundred thousand years to cultivate to the Quasi-Saint level, but every step beyond that was measured in Yuan Hui. It’s not that being a Quasi-Saint is bad—achieving the Quasi-Saint level in the Primordial world already qualifies one to be described as free and unfettered—but everyone needs goals. If one has come this far yet doesn’t aim for the Saint Position, what separates them from a salted fish? The third matter involved trading with Guanyin for her Lotus Platform. Buddhism has been expanding its ranks, and their reverence for strength is practically hardwired into everyone. When the great figures sit atop Lotus Platforms, the ones below naturally start to imitate them. Guanyin’s current success isn’t based solely on interpersonal skills; she is no longer a lone operator without support. Lastly, Nezha earned commissions from various factions, primarily the Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Treasury is well-stocked, but that’s public wealth—Nezha can’t just stuff it into his own pockets. However, he can assign himself projects: this needs fixing, that needs patching up—making money through self-assigned projects seems perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it? Of course, Nezha certainly doesn’t have time to personally handle these tasks, but preparing the materials, drafting the designs, and outsourcing the work to others? That’s fair game too, right? Shi Ji is an honest guy—if there’s work to do and money to earn, he’s content. The public facilities of the Heavenly Court get repaired—win! Nezha builds his public achievements while also turning a personal profit—win! Shi Ji solves his lack of employment, gaining numerous projects—win! Everyone wins! It’s a complete and utter win-fest! After consolidating his personal funds, Nezha carefully examined the three Master Balls harvested from the Dream World. He planned to refine the Five Elements Essence within before using the three Divine Beast Essences they contained—these were the crème de la crème for crafting Magical Treasures. The first one, pristine. The second one, pristine. The third one, pristine... eh? Something felt off. He took another look. A closer inspection revealed that the originally damaged reverse dragon scales of an earthy-yellow giant dragon had now returned to normal, though only a few intact scales remained on its battered body. In the distance, a seven-colored Dragon Ball had detached from the giant dragon’s form. To the Dragon Clan, their Dragon Ball is their lifeblood. If it shatters, at best they lose their cultivation and shatter their foundations—at worst, they’re reincarnated on the spot. As such, Dragon Balls are only ever revealed for life-and-death struggles. Spitting out its seven-colored Dragon Ball, the yellow giant dragon collapsed backward and transformed into a tattered, run-down Daoist. Nezha couldn’t recognize the dragon’s form, but once it took a human shape, he immediately identified it—it was none other than Master Huang Long! Watching for another moment, Nezha confirmed his identification. In the entire immortal world, there weren’t many as down-and-out as Master Huang Long. Nezha was baffled. "Weren’t you just beaten up in the Blood Sea and recovering at home? How did you get mixed up in the Mirage Dragon incident?" "Why is it always you who ends up being the unlucky one?" Nezha struck several Dharma Seals onto the Five-Colored Stone. Moments later, Five-Colored Divine Light shimmered, and the tattered Master Huang Long lay sprawled on the ground. Huang Long, after all, was a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun and one of the Twelve Golden Immortals. As long as he was alive, no Mystic Sect immortal would dare harm him outright. This was the deterrent power of Saints in the Primordial world. Nezha flicked a Healing Pill into Huang Long’s mouth, and before long, the latter regained consciousness. "Where... where is this?" Huang Long flipped over and pulled out his half-broken Dragon Tooth Sword. "Senior Brother Huang Long, it’s me." Huang Long’s muddled brain took a moment, but he eventually recognized this junior brother who, at least in Huang Long’s eyes, was somewhat decent. "Brother Li?" Huang Long calmed down and, after shaking off the fog in his mind, briefly recounted his ordeal. To summarize: in a desperate situation, he dove into a random Dream World. However, without the protection of the Ancestor Dragon Hall and with his bloodline being exceptionally pure, he was immediately targeted by the Mirage Dragon that had broken its seal. In the Dream World, he was no match for the Mirage Dragon’s fabricated monstrosities. He was swiftly defeated and captured, then forced to swallow a Dragon Ball created by the Mirage Dragon. After that, he remembered nothing. Now, he only felt excruciating pain, as though his body were on the verge of disintegration. Nezha: "..." You were pummeled by not one, but *two* Quasi-Saints—just being alive is a miracle. When you go out bragging about this, your battle record will make others’ look cheap by comparison. He throws a shuriken from 800 miles away; you’ve personally measured the strength of two Quasi-Saints. The fighters, Kong Xuan and Jin Ling, had no idea who they were fighting, and Huang Long had no idea who was hitting him—but that doesn’t mean the karmic ties didn’t exist. Who dares to owe the Chan Sect a karmic debt? Kong Xuan and Jin Ling might not fear repercussions, but neither would they find it worthwhile to provoke them unnecessarily. "Senior Brother was previously controlled by the Mirage Dragon and acted unwillingly. What if I compensate you with some spiritual materials and healing medicine—can we put this matter behind us?" Huang Long immediately shook his head—not to refuse, but to indicate that this wasn’t Nezha’s fault. "I was the one under the Mirage Dragon’s control and beaten for it. How could I blame my junior brother? Besides, my junior brother managed to save me from being controlled—I owe you my thanks!" Huang Long’s earnestness genuinely appealed to Nezha. Honest folks like him were hard to come by these days. "Senior Brother Huang Long, how could I let it be so? Here, take some healing pills first—otherwise, who knows how many years or even Yuan Hui it’ll take for such severe injuries to heal? That would surely delay your cultivation." Huang Long tried to decline, but his injuries were indeed severe. The Mirage Dragon had been reckless with someone else’s body without concern for consequences; now the aftermath fell entirely on Huang Long to endure. "Please, Senior Brother, don’t be polite." Seeing Nezha’s sincere insistence, Huang Long accepted the pills. "I deeply appreciate this, Junior Brother." When doing something, one should strive for perfection; otherwise, it’s better not to start at all. After rummaging in his sleeves for a while, Nezha pulled out a massive, earthy-yellow treasure sword. "I noticed that your weapon was destroyed. Why not take this Dragon Slayer Sword as a replacement?" Nezha had plenty of swords, but he certainly couldn’t give Huang Long a Dragon Slayer Sword, could he? This Dragon Slayer Sword, however, was just right—a Qilin? Well, nothing wrong with slaying a Qilin. Huang Long was quite tempted. This Earth Attribute treasure sword was dozens of times superior to his own craftsmanship. Just look at that heavy blade, razor-sharp edge, and robust hilt! "No, I can’t accept such a gift—I would be undeserving." How would the karmic chain be settled otherwise? Someday, Kunlun Mountain’s master might have to tally it all up. Not that Nezha cared, but Kong Xuan and Jin Ling might not walk away unscathed. "Come now, Senior Brother, don’t treat me like a stranger. I’m as close as a brother to your sect’s Yun Zhongzi and Taiyi, aren’t I?" Everyone knew this to be true, and Huang Long nodded in recognition. "Even so, I cannot accept a Magical Treasure without good reason." "How about this," Nezha suggested, "I’ll undergo a secret closed-door cultivation session here. While I’m gone, can I trouble you to rest and recover in the Heavenly Court? Hao Tian’s daughter, Long Ji, is overseeing things there—you could assist her and keep an eye on matters for me. Let’s consider this sword as your compensation?"

Chapter 316 - 315: I Should Be Thanking You!

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