Enshrinement as a God

"Hmm..."

Yang Jian looked around and organized the chaotic situation in his head.

The thunder qi flowing from the Arang Twin Swords, which were stuck in the ground, was writhing threateningly, blocking the approach of the Tang Clan's martial artists.

Even Wu Guang could not handle this murderous thunder qi and had to retreat a hundred steps away.

"Twin Swords of Guankou! What on earth is this!"

Wu Guang, at Yang Jian's move that had intentionally blocked his approach, let out an angry roar.

It was true that he did not have the confidence to face Yang Jian even with his full strength. Wu Guang, who was exhausted, did not have the strength to repel Yang Jian's one move now.

"My younger brother. Is this child called Nezha?"

Yang Jian, ignoring Wu Guang, who was shouting at the top of his lungs behind him, strode towards Jiang Ziya, who was looking at him.

"Brother..."

Tang Yizheng, seeing Yang Jian call Nezha's name, trembled in surprise.

The fact that not only the mysterious scholar named Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang, but also Yang Jian knew Nezha meant that the existence of Nezha, which had been hidden for over ten years, had been revealed to the world.

Further denial was just a shabby and hideous struggle.

Tang Yizheng felt his legs give way.

Yang Jian frowned as he looked at Nezha's limp body.

It was truly heartless of heaven that a child who had lived an unhappy life had finally closed his eyes in such a miserable state.

Moreover, Yang Jian desperately needed Nezha's help to find the Medicine Immortal.

If Nezha had died like this, he could not expect the help that Shen Gongbao had mentioned.

"Am I too late?"

Jiang Ziya nodded his head with a sad expression.

"Although a person's life is determined by heaven, it is truly unfortunate... to take away such a young child..."

"It's my fault."

"How is this your fault? If there is a sin, it is only right that his father should receive it."

Yang Jian's pupils flashed and he glared at Tang Yizheng.

Tang Yizheng could not answer Yang Jian's reprimand and was only clenching his fists.

"Did you come after me, brother?"

"Your senior brother told me to follow you and to get Nezha's help to find the Medicine Immortal. But since the child has ended up like this..."

"Senior brother... you mean Shen Gongbao?"

Jiang Ziya tilted his head as if he were puzzled.

Although he had told him that he was late, why had he told Yang Jian to follow him and to get Nezha's help?

It was an action that did not make sense.

'By any chance...'

Jiang Ziya hurriedly placed his hand on Nezha's chest.

Although there was still no sign of life in Nezha's body, a faint magic was still flowing around his chest.

It was as if it were sending out magic in response to Jiang Ziya's internal energy. It was so faint that it would have been impossible to notice if one had not tried to operate one's internal energy and had not felt it with concentration. It was also because of that that Jiang Ziya had thought that the magic had been cut off when he had briefly examined Nezha's body before.

If it were to react to his own internal energy, it would surely show a stronger reaction to a stronger force.

"Brother!"

"Put the child down on the ground."

Yang Jian, who had roughly grasped his intention without Jiang Ziya having to say it, said.

Jiang Ziya spread the Heaven-Mixing Silk on the ground and laid Nezha on it.

Yang Jian had once brought back those who had fallen into the water and whose hearts had stopped with a body-transferring technique.

He calmly placed his large hand on Nezha's life gate.

"Hup!"

Yang Jian used his Thunderclap Divine Art and pushed a wave-like energy into Nezha's blood and qi.

Poison and fire are opposites.

Although Yang Jian's Thunderclap Divine Art was also said to be a thunder qi with a yang and strong force, it also had a strong fire property in its nature.

The poisonous qi that filled Nezha's eight extraordinary meridians burned in an instant, and a poisonous smoke rose from Nezha's skin.

"Wh-what are you doing!"

Tang Yizheng, who was startled to see Nezha's body twitching and as if it were burning as a corpse, tried to stop Yang Jian's action.

Although he had denied it, Nezha was his child, and moreover, he was the foundation for the next poisonous man of the Tang Clan.

But since Xi Xichang's sword blade was aimed at his neck, Tang Yizheng could only stomp his feet in frustration.

"Make these people retreat at once!"

Tang Yizheng's command also became an empty cry.

The thunder qi flowing from the Arang Twin Swords was still remaining and was flowing in the surroundings, so those who had moved according to Tang Yizheng's command fainted, foaming at the mouth. And the others who had seen the scene could not even approach easily.

But as the momentum gradually weakened, Wu Guang was swinging the Tai Chi Sword and was approaching them.

Hiss!

Yang Jian's powerful Thunderclap Divine Art raged through Nezha's body and blood and qi, burning them.

Yang Jian felt that Nezha's body was indeed different from that of an ordinary person. But even though he had been pouring in his energy for a while, there was no significant reaction. Yang Jian, who was thinking that he and Jiang Ziya might have made a wrong judgment and were damaging the dead Nezha's body, was about to slowly take his hand off.

Zap!

Nezha's body, which had been clearly dead, shook greatly, and a flame arose in his chest.

Not only Yang Jian, who had been performing the body-transferring technique, but also Jiang Ziya, Tang Yizheng, Xi Xichang, and Wu Guang, who had been watching, were all startled and looked at the scene.

A faint but bright light began to flow from Nezha's body, which had been emitting a black smoke.

The startled Yang Jian looked back at Jiang Ziya.

A strange light flowed in Jiang Ziya's two eyes.

'The magic... has become stronger.'

A strange mark was revealed on Nezha's dark red, burnt limbs.

Although everyone could not know its meaning, Jiang Ziya knew that the characters were the 'runes' that he had learned from Master Gongsun, the mysterious characters of the Non-Duality Gate.

And the meaning of those characters was only one.

Return.

Unlike Jiang Ziya's expectation, Nezha's life did not return, but Nezha's magic became stronger.

Hadn't Shen Gongbao said it?

Nezha was already a dead corpse... that is, like a jiangshi. His essence was the spirit pearl in his chest.

Although his body had withered, the spirit pearl that was revealing a mysterious power was still showing off its existence in his chest.

Since even Yang Jian, who was a layman in magic, and the others around him could feel a strange feeling, it could be seen how much that power had been revealed.

Then... could Nezha really be said to be dead?

"My younger brother. What on earth is this..."

"Did my senior brother say to find someone?"

"He told me to find the Medicine Immortal with the child. He said that this child would be able to lead me to the Medicine Immortal..."

"The Medicine Immortal... Taiyi."

It was a name that Jiang Ziya had also heard well.

One of the Twelve Honored Ones of the World, the god of medicine who was said to be able to raise even the dead.

The Taoist Lingbao had mentioned the Medicine Immortal in the past. Although he had not told a deep story, he had said that he could be called the number one in the world in regard to elixirs and medicine.

And that he was also a superhuman who had stayed in the Hermit's Valley in the past...

"Surely... if we find the Medicine Immortal, there will be a way to help Nezha. No, there must be."

A voice full of conviction was heard from Jiang Ziya.

"Hmm!"

Yang Jian carefully gathered his energy and took his hand off. And as he held the now half-blackened Nezha, he let out a short sigh as if he had realized something.

The unknown power flowing in Nezha's body was pointing to one direction and was showing a strong reaction.

This was a sensation that only Yang Jian, who had made contact with Nezha, could feel.

"Isn't this a truly mysterious thing!"

While Yang Jian was muttering to himself, Wu Guang had already approached his side.

Yang Jian did not particularly stop Wu Guang.

As he gestured lightly, the Arang Twin Swords soared high into the sky and were retrieved into their scabbards.

"What on earth... is this? Is there no one who can explain this to this poor Taoist?"

Wu Guang was not a fool.

Jiang Ziya's or Xi Xichang's sudden action.

Tang Yizheng's reaction or the conversation between Yang Jian and them.

The relationship with Nezha, which Tang Yizheng had so denied, was a lie, and it was clear that all three of them, except for himself, knew the truth.

Wu Guang felt as if he had become a fool for a moment.

If Tang Yizheng had been deceiving and making a fool of him until now, it was no different from making a fool of not only himself but also the Wudang Sect, and furthermore, the Martial Arts Alliance.

Wu Guang was glaring at Tang Yizheng with his eyes full of deep anger and murderous intent.

"Although you may have roughly guessed, this child is actually the son of the head of the Tang Clan."

"Hmm! Immeasurable Buddha!"

At Xi Xichang's answer, Wu Guang shouted a short Taoist chant and shut his mouth firmly.

Then this monster was surely the rumored poisonous man of the Tang Clan, and he and his disciples had surely been played by Tang Yizheng's trick to hide this monster.

In any case, it was clear that he had avenged Dao Weibu, but in the end, wasn't everything caused by Tang Yizheng's patricidal act?

Wu Guang's beard trembled with anger.

Yang Jian, without caring whether Wu Guang was doing so or not, held Nezha and walked towards Jiang Ziya.

The poisonous qi was no longer emitting from Nezha's body, which was wrapped in the Heaven-Mixing Silk.

Jiang Ziya looked at Nezha's body, which was emitting a faint light, with a troubled expression.

"My younger brother, it seems that it would be best for us to part ways here. I will go and find the Medicine Immortal like this."

'To find the Medicine Immortal...'

Yang Jian's purpose was clear.

To get the Medicine Immortal's help to treat his internal injuries.

And if Nezha were that method, Yang Jian would take Nezha and would set out to find the Medicine Immortal, no matter what.

And if things were to go as Jiang Ziya wished, Nezha would also surely be able to escape this miserable state.

'But why did he give me this help?'

Jiang Ziya was puzzled by Shen Gongbao's intention to help both Yang Jian and Nezha at the same time.

If he had kept his mouth shut, even if Yang Jian had not, Nezha would have surely met his death.

Then it was clear that his plan, as he had said, would be disrupted, but it was a truly strange thing.

"If it's my brother, I can rest assured, entrusting Nezha to you."

Although he had wanted to set out to find the Medicine Immortal with him, Jiang Ziya had the mission of chasing the fugitives who had run away from the Hermit's Valley.

"Wait! What are you talking about! Leave that child's body here and go!"

"The one who said that he had 'absolutely' no connection with him, for what reason are you saying such a thing? Do you have a reason to have the child's body?"

At Jiang Ziya's sharp remark, Tang Yizheng's lips trembled, and he could not continue his words.

"Head of the Thunderclap Sect! That body is evidence that will reveal the misdeeds of the head of the Tang Clan! It is right to leave it here, so put it down at once."

"Misdeeds... if you need evidence, I will visit the Martial Arts Alliance with this child soon, so you don't have to be so impatient. Let's settle our debts then."

At Yang Jian's answer that he would visit the Martial Arts Alliance with the dead Nezha, and at his words that he would settle his debts, Wu Guang felt a chill.

"What is that..."

Yang Jian, knowing that not only Tang Yizheng but also Wu Guang would bother him, gave a light eye signal to Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang.

Bang!

Yang Jian, who had intentionally displayed an explosive divine footwork, soared high into the sky, holding Nezha's body.

Wu Guang and Tang Yizheng, who were dumbfounded by his sudden action, were looking up at the sky like a dog that had been chasing a chicken.

Jiang Ziya, seeing them disappear, approached Xi Xichang, who had put away her sword.

"Do you still have any lingering feelings for the Sichuan Tang Clan?"

Xi Xichang glared at Jiang Ziya.

Although things had turned out like this unintentionally, it could not be said that Jiang Ziya had no responsibility.

"Of course not."

"Then shouldn't we also be on our way?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Tang Yizheng jumped at the conversation between the two.

If they were to go back like this, there would be no way to find out Yang Jian's destination.

Moreover, how on earth would he handle the remaining anger of Wu Guang?

"Since the Sichuan Alliance cannot accept the Tang Clan, which has deviated from the righteous path, as a member, there is no reason for me to remain here."

"Since I have fulfilled my promise, there is no reason for me to remain."

"Promise... Scholar Jiang has not yet... of my son..."

Tang Yizheng, while speaking, shut his mouth without realizing it.

The words that Jiang Ziya had fulfilled his promise.

It meant that the martial arts of the peerless master of the Tang Clan had also disappeared with Yang Jian.

(End of Chapter)