Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 101: So It’s You Who’s Riding the Horse!

"Fuck your mother!"

The iron-covered wooden wheels rolled over the wet and soft mountain road, as the caravan of eighteen cargo carts slowly moved through the forest, heading towards Zhaoge.

On the carts were coach drivers, knife-bearing guards, spear-wielding strongn, a caravan boss who was trembling with fear due to rumors of horse bandits, an old man with white hair, and a child hitching a ride.

Above the caravan lingered, for a long ti, a variety of curses.

"Fuck your mother! Damn Wei Ben! I’m going to tear off your balls and roast them in the furnace ash!"

The white-bearded old man on the cart was so angry his whole body turned red, steam rising from his head, and the wrinkles on his face trembled.

He shouted, "You animal! How many tis have I told you, those eggs aren’t cooked yet, you impatient bastard! If you get a stomachache later and end up dying of diarrhea on this road, it’ll serve you right!"

The one called Wei Ben was the big guy riding the black horse at the front of the caravan.

This Wei Ben carried on his shoulder a thick iron spear over a ter long, and his strong and imposing build made those small bird eggs the size of fingers, which he had eaten more than half of in one bite, not even enough to fill his teeth gap.

Wei Ben was evidently also a man with a temper. Hearing the insults, he knitted his brows and gritted his teeth in anger, but he didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he endured it and led his horse forward, hoping that out of sight ant out of mind.

Nezha, sitting next to the old man, clicked his tongue in wonder at this scene. He thought to himself that he did recall a Wei Ben, famous as the Yellow Banner Star on the Investiture of the Gods, but he didn’t know if this Wei Ben was the sa person.

"Could it really be such a coincidence? It must be the sa na."

Nezha muttered to himself, his gaze drifting to the white-haired old man next to him, who was focused on carefully covering the cooked hot ash on the bird eggs, thinking perhaps this man was Wei Ben’s father?

The path defined by the black and white chessboard extended within a hundred miles. He ca out twice in a row, found the chestnut horse, returned it to the small world, initially worried if the horse would accidentally eat spiritual dicine and overdose, only to find it didn’t eat spiritual dicine at all, preferring to eat fish from the lake.

He wondered what kind of reasoning Wu Xiang Monk would use to convince a horse when faced with such circumstances.

"Perhaps I should first learn how to talk to horses."

Thinking of this, Nezha couldn’t help but laugh, and the white-bearded old man beside him glanced at him as if looking at an idiot.

But his deep black eyes, more vibrant than those of most elders, were now fixed on Nezha and couldn’t look away.

Nezha, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, asked, "Old man, what are you looking at?"

"You’re a cultivator!"

The words suddenly ca out, spoken with absolute certainty by the white-bearded old man, leaving Nezha surprised.

Because, at this mont, his spiritual aura was hidden, appearing no different from an ordinary person, could this old man be such a senior that he could see through his disguise?

Thus Nezha stared harder at him and found that although he appeared to be in his seventies, his spiritual aura was even stronger than that of a young man, indicating he might be a cultivator in the God Absorption Realm. His spiritual sense had weakened due to old age, which was why Nezha hadn’t noticed at first.

"How did you see through ?"

"What’s so hard about it? I can see you’ve got a Five Elents Restriction on you, sealing the Five Elents Escape Technique. If you weren’t a cultivator, wouldn’t it be a waste to put this prohibition on you?"

The white-bearded old man’s face was full of pride, and Nezha raised his eyebrows even higher, asking, "I was unfortunately ambushed by a villain who put this prohibition on ; do you have a way to break it?"

The old man waved five fingers in front of him, and Nezha frowned, not understanding what he ant.

"Hey, five taels, five taels of silver! Look at your clothes and shoes, all top-quality goods, with a jade pendant at your waist and a jade hairpin on your head, all magic treasures. Surely you can spare five taels of silver."

"I can afford it..."

Nezha suspiciously looked at the old man, thinking if he really gave him the silver, he’d probably be deceived.

"Stop the nonsense, I’m only doing this because I’m broke lately."

"Fine, five taels of silver, it’s not enough to get scamd."

As soon as Nezha pulled out so silver from his chest, the white-bearded old man changed his tune, shaking two fingers in front of Nezha again.

"Now it’s twenty taels."

"Damn it!"

"What, not happy? Hey, you took out the money too easily. If I don’t squeeze you dry, wouldn’t I be an idiot."

The white-bearded old man shouted at him with glaring eyes, and Nezha glared back, imdiately taking twenty taels of broken silver from his waist and slapping it on the cart.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You better really be able to break this prohibition."

The old man gave him a sidelong glance. Seeing that Nezha was just a child, he wasn’t afraid of his threats. Joyfully, he collected the silver and waved at Wei Ben ahead, shouting, "Hey big guy, your old man just made twenty taels of silver!"

"Hurry up."

"What’s the rush."

The old man extended his right hand, his middle and index fingertips together, tapping three tis on Nezha’s chest and five tis on his abdon, waving his hand, "Done."

"Done?"

Nezha raised an eyebrow slightly, his spiritual sense sinking, and to his shock, discovered that the prohibition within him had indeed disappeared.

"This twenty taels of silver was worth it."

Nezha thought, then asked, "Old man, are you Wei Ben’s father? Is your surna Wei?"

Who knew this question would infuriate the old man, who blew his whiskers and glared.

"I’m his father? I wouldn’t want this idiot for a son! All muscle, no brains!"

"Since you’re a cultivator, going to Zhaoge, why not use the Five Elents Style Technique; it’s quicker that way."

"I just descended the mountain and entered the mortal world a few days ago. Apart from this idiot Wei, I know no one. I wanted to visit an old friend in Zhaoge, but I’m afraid after so many years he might not recognize or has already died, so I thought I’d take my ti on this journey."/p>

After hearing this, Nezha nodded. Cultivators who fail to achieve the Great Dao and attain immortality eventually have to live small lives in the mortal world.

Just like Mr. Fan, who also teaches in my house to make a living usually.

He said, "After many years without contact, emotions fade. That’s just human nature. How long since you last communicated?"

The old man counted on his fingers, sighed, and said, "Damn, it’s been forty years."

"Damn."

Wait, no, Zhaoge, forty years?

Nezha’s pupils shrank, and he asked, "Old man, how old are you this year?"

"Seventy-two."

Nezha took a deep breath, looking again at this old man, despite his advanced age, with a disagreeable visage. Still, he had resolved the Five Elents Restriction, which had even stumped Wu Xiang Monk, just by raising his hand, suggesting he indeed had so skills if he was the one person Nezha was thinking of.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

But he still probed by asking:

"Is your surna Jiang?"

"Huh? Who are you? How do you know I’m Jiang Ziya?"