Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

Distant thunder rumbled incessantly, vast dense black clouds lay across the far-off horizon like a lead-colored curtain. The humid air, violently stirred by the coming thunderstorm, began to tremble more and more noticeably.

Nezha went to the study hall, and today Mr. Fan did not lecture; instead, the teacher and student sat opposite each other on cushions laid on the ground.

Mr. Fan raised his hand, and the large sleeve hung down, his fingers silently manipulating the moist air, revealing a satisfied expression.

He said, "As I mentioned before, upon reaching the God Absorption Realm, although you haven’t truly embarked on the path of cultivation and still belong to the mortal flesh, you can already use Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to wield a magic treasure, utilizing the right time and place to perform the Five Elements Daoist Skill, do you remember?"

"Of course, I remember," Nezha replied, somewhat surprised. "But teacher, you previously said that cultivation is a long-term goal, and reading and writing is what we should focus on right now. Why was there no lesson, and you suddenly took the initiative to talk about the path of cultivation today?"

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Mr. Fan looked rather embarrassed, picked up a book from beside him, and tapped it on Nezha’s head, with a touch of grievance in his voice, "Cultivation, cultivation! Reading, eating, sleeping, practicing cultivation, upholding justice, or even getting into a fight when someone annoys you, it all counts as cultivation. But to cultivate, first one must live; for if you die and get dragged into the underworld by a ghost messenger, muddled and lost in the cycle of reincarnation, all your cultivation in this life turns to nothing in a flash."

"So?"

"So, if you ever find yourself in a fight you can’t avoid, the ability to escape—even if you can’t win—is also a skill."

"Sir, you speak the truth!"

Seeing the light in Nezha’s eyes, Mr. Fan rewarded him with another book. Nezha asked why, and Mr. Fan explained, "No particular reason, I just felt like hitting you."