Enshrinement as a God

Originally, Wu Guang had visited the Tang Clan to investigate the existence of a poisonous man who might be there.

Although the purpose had changed due to the tragedy, he could not completely abandon the suspicion that the monster in front of him might be the poisonous man.

It was suspicious that the monster in front of him used poisonous qi, and especially, there was something strange about Tang Yizheng's reaction now.

However, the reason he could not be sure was that the Tang Clan had no reason to target his disciples, and the martial artists of the Tang Clan were also showing undisguised hostility towards the monster in front of them.

"That's..."

Tang Yizheng's lips trembled.

Now, depending on Tang Yizheng's answer, not only Nezha's fate but also his own, and of course, the fate of the Sichuan Tang Clan, was at stake.

In that short moment, all sorts of thoughts flashed through Tang Yizheng's mind.

Nezha was surely born as the long-cherished wish of the Tang Clan.

But what was the use of a power that could not be controlled and could not be used?

In that sense, Nezha might not be the true poisonous man that the Tang Clan had wanted to create.

Although it was a product of failure like the case of the previous generation, the failure was not visible, hidden by the disguise of his own child.

At Wu Guang's question, Nezha was looking at Tang Yizheng with trembling eyes from a distance.

The bond of blood was indeed scary, and Tang Yizheng had to feel a sense of guilt and remorse every time he saw Nezha.

Therefore, he had kept Nezha at a distance and had treated him strictly.

And gradually, Tang Yizheng felt a sense of frustration and a feeling like a weapon that could not be used at will, rather than the affection of a father and son, towards Nezha.

If he were to admit Nezha here, not only the Martial Arts Alliance but also the Sichuan Alliance would find out about the current situation.

The ambition of the Tang Clan, which had tried to produce a supreme master with the best condition of a poisonous man, would be revealed to the whole world.

How could he, who had committed an act that went against humanity and the natural order of things by creating a forbidden poisonous man, remain in the martial world?

Moreover, the Tang Clan would be despised and would decline.

"...How would I, know an ambusher who has invaded my wife's chamber?"

At the one word that came out of Tang Yizheng's throat, the joy and sorrow of the two people were revealed.

Wu Guang had gotten rid of the burden of his mind that had remained as a trace of suspicion, and at the same time, a sense of despair was cast on Nezha's face.

His existence was denied in broad daylight.

Nezha had endured any absurdity and had endured the pain until now because it was his father's order.

He had dreamed that one day he would be able to enjoy a normal happiness as a father and son with him.

Although he was strict on the outside, he had endured, believing his mother, Mrs. Yin's words that he was for him on the inside.

Hiss!

The teardrops that fell from Nezha's eyes burned the earth, and a pungent smoke rose.

Nezha felt as if his vision were gradually blurring.

To be denied in this place was the same as being told to die quietly.

How could a father abandon his child so easily?

Nezha, seeing Tang Yizheng, who was avoiding his gaze, dropped his head as if he were dejected.

His heart pounded as if it would burst, and his whole body's skin cracked, and from there, a disgusting smell of burning flesh and a poisonous qi that seemed to burn even the wind rose.

It seemed that even the sun that had risen in the mid-heaven was laughing at him.

The feeling of a worm that had been crawling in the dark being exposed under the light.

Feeling the displeasure and hostility from the numerous pupils that were looking at him, Nezha let out a beast-like roar.

"Kraaah!"

Everything in the world was his enemy.

It seemed that everyone in this place was waiting for his death.

Nezha trembled in betrayal.

Although they might not know, all the members of the Tang Clan were his family.

Although no one knew of his existence, at least Nezha had thought of them as his family.

Nezha, shedding tears of blood, immediately flew his body with a tremendous momentum.

Bang!

Wu Guang, who was facing him from the front, was startled by Nezha's unexpected movement and took a defensive stance, holding his sword.

But Nezha's figure passed right by Wu Guang and flew forward.

His whole body was trembling, and his blood and qi were raging.

A huge force rode on his heart and spread throughout his body.

Nezha's body was screaming and collapsing, and a pus-like liquid was falling from it, burning the earth.

"U-ugh?"

Tang Yizheng, seeing Nezha, who was rushing towards him with a scary momentum, ignoring Wu Guang, did not know what to do.

Although he had hurriedly drawn his sword, Nezha's Heaven-Mixing Silk was already falling on his head.

"What are you doing!"

Clang!

The first to act to protect the hesitating Tang Yizheng was Xi Xichang, who was by his side.

Xi Xichang had felt that something was strange about Wu Guang's question and Tang Yizheng's reaction.

But seeing that Tang Yizheng was about to lose his life to the suddenly rushing Nezha, she had to hurriedly draw her sword.

"Ugh!"

Although Xi Xichang had blocked Nezha's Heaven-Mixing Silk, she was startled by the nausea and dizziness that were rising from her chest.

Especially since her blood and qi were raging, it was clear that that small monster possessed a tremendous power.

"G-get out of the way!"

Was it her illusion that the monster's voice sounded as if it were crying?

Xi Xichang, suffering from dizziness, composed her mind.

As Xi Xichang was pushed back, Tang Yizheng, as if he had come to his senses, began to push away the Heaven-Mixing Silk with his own sword.

"H-how dare you not retreat!"

Tang Yizheng's anxious voice added more fuel to Nezha's anger.

The widely spread Heaven-Mixing Silk swept past the spot where Xi Xichang and Tang Yizheng had been in one go.

The power and force were so great that a hole deep enough for a child to fit in was dug in one go in the spot where they had been, and at the same time, dirt and gravel were flying.

"My wife... I told you not to give him the Heaven-Mixing Silk in case this happened..."

"What is that...?"

Xi Xichang, who had heard Tang Yizheng's regretful monologue, looked at Tang Yizheng, bewildered, even while she was struggling to drive out the poisonous qi.

But before she could hear an answer, Nezha's next attack was unfolding before them.

"P-protect the head of the family!"

As Tang Yizheng was attacked, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who had been surrounding Nezha and keeping their positions until now, began to rush towards Nezha all at once.

At that, the pupils of Nezha, who had been hesitating to attack until now, glittered with a murderous intent.

Swoosh!

The Heaven-Mixing Silk, which had been smashing everything like a huge blunt weapon, now began to stretch out like a whip, fluttering.

As the tangled Heaven-Mixing Silk, like a long rope, was swung, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who had gathered to protect Tang Yizheng, scattered like a swarm of ants swept away by a wave and began to spew out blood.

"Ugh!"

"Aack!"

At the sound of the screams from the surroundings, Tang Yizheng trembled his hands as if he were anxious.

Not only was Nezha attacking him, but he was also attacking the martial artists of the Tang Clan.

Tang Yizheng, seeing Nezha's terrifying attack, trembled and stepped back.

If he could not subdue Nezha like this, he was overcome with fear as to how much damage it would cause to the Tang Clan and how much of a disgrace it would bring to the family in his generation.

"Monster... your mother was wrong about you."

Thump!

A word that could not be heard unless one were very close.

But as if Tang Yizheng's monologue were a magic, Nezha stopped his hand that had been attacking the martial artists of the Tang Clan.

As Nezha suddenly stopped his attack, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, while looking bewildered, began to hide their bodies, avoiding Nezha's surroundings in a panic.

Nezha, who had raised his head, was looking at Tang Yizheng with his face covered in tears and snot.

Tang Yizheng, who had met the emptiness in Nezha's blurred pupils, could not do any action for a moment.

"Ah... cough!"

And just as Nezha was about to open his mouth with difficulty and to say something, a sharp object pierced Nezha's abdomen.

A Tai Chi Sword with a sword qi had pierced through Nezha's thin body.

The tip of the sword was burning in Nezha's body fluids and blood, and it was constantly emitting a pungent smoke.

Hiss!

Nezha staggered and knelt down.

Sticky blood poured out of his abdomen. The earth that the blood had touched burned, and a poisonous qi began to spread in all directions.

"This demon head. Since you are harming the righteous spirit of the martial world with your evil art, I will judge you today."

Wu Guang instilled his internal energy into one hand and swung it.

He drove away the thick poisonous qi with a single gesture and drew the Tai Chi Sword, whose blade was damaged, from Nezha's body.

The fact that the blade had been made like this even though it was protected by a sword qi showed well how powerful the poison that was flowing in Nezha's body was.

Wu Guang pushed Nezha's hardened body with one foot.

Nezha's body fell to the ground powerlessly like a straw.

"Weibu! Since this master has avenged you, close your eyes in peace in the afterlife."

Seeing Wu Guang, who was shedding tears and was happy at the death of his enemy, Tang Yizheng could not bring himself to say anything. He just moved his lips and had a confused expression.

Although he had abandoned Nezha, this was not the situation he had wanted.

No, at least he had not wanted such a sight to unfold before his eyes.

Nezha was not even moving.

The poisonous qi that was spreading around Nezha was so powerful that no one could get close except for Wu Guang, who was standing in the middle of it, protecting his body with his internal energy.

Swoosh!

The poisonous smoke that had filled the sky was swept away by the wind in an instant and swirled.

As the poisonous qi gathered and caught fire, a great spectacle of flames flickering in the sky occurred.

At that moment, a cold sword blade was felt on the neck of the confused Tang Yizheng.

As Tang Yizheng turned back with a distorted expression, Xi Xichang had drawn her sword and was aiming it at his neck.

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'Please... please...'

Jiang Ziya, who was displaying his divine footwork with all his might, flew his body towards the Tang Clan faster than an arrow.

Jiang Ziya, while rushing back to the Tang Clan, blamed himself for his carelessness.

To think that he had made such a mistake not long after he had made up his mind not to be careless in the forbidden zone of the Tang Clan.

—Since you are arguing about a story that is already late, I am not saying that.

Shen Gongbao's cold words seemed to pierce Jiang Ziya's heart.

What else could it be but to imply that something had happened to Nezha?

It was not very difficult to find Nezha's traces after leaving the forbidden zone of the Tang Clan.

This was because all he had to do was to follow the place where the commotion had occurred.

Nezha, who had found the poisonous qi that was rising all over the sky, immediately stretched out his hand and operated his power.

As he called the wind and fire among the eight elements that made up the eight trigrams and subdued the poison, the poisonous qi became a flame and was extinguished, and only then did the messy scene begin to enter his two eyes.

"No!"

Jiang Ziya, who had found Nezha, who was lying on the ground, hurriedly descended there.

"Hmm... you are?"

Although Wu Guang was bewildered, having found the suddenly appeared Jiang Ziya, Jiang Ziya, without paying any attention to him, hurriedly stretched out his hand towards Nezha.

There was already a lot of blood flowing around Nezha, and Nezha was not even moving a little.

"What is this!"

As it was, it was a moment when he was bewildered as Xi Xichang had suddenly aimed her sword at Tang Yizheng.

Moreover, as the suddenly appeared Jiang Ziya tried to touch Nezha, Wu Guang reflexively stretched out his hand towards Nezha.

"Go!"

At that, as Jiang Ziya threw a palm with his left hand in one go, Wu Guang was startled and had to move his body back.

"H-how dare you!"

Wu Guang felt a cold sweat run down his spine at the hideous power that was felt from the palm that Jiang Ziya had extended.

Although what was visible was a simple palm, the power contained in it was by no means simple.

It was unbelievable that he, a master of Wudang, had retreated at the palm of a young scholar of unknown identity.

Wu Guang composed his momentum and strode towards Jiang Ziya.

(End of Chapter)