Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 107 Spring Wind Knows My Intentions

"Moreover, if you want to be my friend, why feel sorry for ? Co to my house, I’ll treat you to wine and at."

Ding Ce spoke candidly, and Nezha did not doubt his sincerity. However, Nezha thought to himself, if I truly consider you a friend, could I bear to see my destitute friend starve for the next three days just to treat to a al?

The spring breeze knows my intention, blowing dreams to the west continent.

The sea dream is distant, your worries are my worries too.

Nezha laughed, "Why call it pity? Are you saying that the iron you ntioned is not fine iron, that’s a lie? Is your craftsmanship lacking, and the weapons you forge are all duds, and I’d lose out buying them?"

Ding Ce was montarily stunned, then laughed, his smile becoming even more hearty. He naturally understood that Nezha’s words were ant to free him from any inner constraints, and he also greatly agreed with Nezha’s words.

He couldn’t help but think that although this child is young, he truly is a good friend.

Ding Ce said, "What I said is naturally not a lie. If you can buy weapons forged by , Ding Ce, it is indeed your good fortune. So, I won’t be polite with you. In this basket, there are seven fine swords, each for twenty taels of silver, and three treasured knives, sharp enough to cut iron like mud, each for twenty-two taels of silver. In total, they are worth two hundred and six taels, I’ll round it down to two hundred taels for you. I spent one hundred and twenty taels on fine iron, thirty taels on coal, and three months of hard work, earning you fifty taels of silver. How does that sound?"

"That is indeed reasonable."

Nezha nodded and said, "Since we are friends, why not give a friendship price, offer a 20% discount, and sell it to for one hundred and sixty taels of silver. How about that?"

"Then after three months of labor, I’d earn only ten taels of silver, just enough for three months of als."

"How co? You do know that if you don’t sell in the city and sell privately, others will drive down your price, yet you’re unwilling to cut a friend even the slightest deal?"

"What the hell?"

Nezha patted his shoulder, weighed a packet of silver in his hand, and smiled, "As they say, a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. I won’t force you; these weapons are all excellent. If not sold to , I’m sure you can definitely find another buyer. Today, I still invite you to dine and drink in the city."

Hearing Nezha’s words, Ding Ce also laughed, extending his hand to take the silver pouch from Nezha without hesitation.

"It’s Ding Ce who was greedy, previously just hoping not to lose too much on this deal would be a good thing, now there’s even ten taels to earn, I should be happy, nearly misjudged your good intentions. But in the future, I’ll plan before acting, never so reckless as today."

Seeing this, Nezha also took the basket from Ding Ce with one hand, and with a flick of his hand, magically stored it into the Qiankun Bag.

"Since the queue is so long, it shouldn’t be in vain. My word is my bond, as Nezha, I invite you to drink wine in Zhaoge City!"

Ding Ce glanced at the leather pouch at Nezha’s waist, his pupils contracted, thinking inwardly that this is indeed a person of virtue, one of those rumored cultivators, no wonder he looks like a child yet is so extraordinary in deanor and speech.

He said, "Good friend, then I won’t be polite. Today, I’ll drink your wine, and in return, I’ll introduce you to two friends in the future, one nad Dong Zhong, and the other Guo Chen, both are learned and capable n of ambition, far surpassing ."

Dong Zhong, Guo Chen, Ding Ce!

Nezha’s heart trembled, almost losing his footing, thinking so it’s the three of you.

As they headed into the city, he suddenly ntioned, "Big Brother Ding Ce, promise , if a great war arises in the future, you must follow the will of heaven and not act against it, otherwise, your life might be in danger."

Hearing this, Ding Ce remained silent and, after a long pause, replied in a low voice, "I’ve long heard that so cultivators can comprehend heavenly secrets and discern people’s fates. Today, I’ve seen it firsthand. Rest assured, since you’ve said it, Nezha, I’m no fool and will heed the advice."

Nezha was indeed not at ease. In the tales, Jiang Ziya led the forces of Xiqi to the gates of Zhaoge City, and the Chengtang dynasty was already teetering.

Just as the saying goes: "With foolishness, one wishes to beco a beam; what can one do when heavenly will supports Zhou?"

These three defied the heavens, tore down the imperial edict, one was titled Divine Strategy General, and the other two as Supre Generals, all subsequently perished in the Sealing God Battle.

And this Divine Strategy General, Ding Ce, t his end under Nezha’s Qiankun Ring.

Yet Nezha quickly thought, he’s not the person in the tales. In the future, it won’t necessarily unfold that way, and besides, it’s many years away, so worrying about it now is pointless.

Thus, he continued alongside Ding Ce into the city, observing the bustling crowds and the endless rchants along the streets, marveling at the extraordinary splendor of Zhaoge.

Unlike Nezha’s fresh excitent, Ding Ce, seeing this, continuously wore a worried expression, softly saying, "It’s a pity for the Chengtang realm, passed down for dozens of generations, led astray by Daji, causing four hundred of the eight hundred vassal states to rebel, as the prosperous land now teeters on the brink."

Nezha remained silent upon hearing this.

Many from the Chan Sect, due to not severing their three corpses for fifteen hundred years, committed a breach of the killing ban. Hence, they were born in the human world to partake in conquest and slaughter, thus fulfilling the catastrophe.

Even without Daji, without the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, the Chicken Spirit, or the Pipa Spirit, there would still be other demons.

Even if King Zhou were an exceptionally wise monarch, the Divine Ones of the Three Teachings would still decree the demise of Chengtang and the rise of Zhou, and the outco would remain unchanged.

What is all this for?

Nezha thought again of those two words.

The goal of cultivation for all cultivators.

Eternal life.

All of this for immortality.

Thankfully, these were rely thoughts fleeting through his mind; the Sealing God Battle had not yet begun, and the scenes in front of him remained peaceful, with Nezha and Ding Ce soon finding themselves captivated by the various novelties in Zhaoge City.

They stopped before a three-story building.

In broad daylight, the surrounding buildings and shops were bustling with people.

Except for this place.

Not only did it appear exceedingly quiet, but most of the large doors were closed, leaving only one small, dark entrance open.

On top lay a sign draped in red silk, with three large characters written in gold paint:

Spring Breeze Building.

On either side of the entrance hung a couplet that read:

Spring Breeze Building conceals spring colors, welcos the moon before the door under moonlit nights.

Singing in the red silk tent, dancing on the Cui Yan stage.

Upon seeing this, even Nezha, a stranger to this place, imdiately understood what kind of establishnt this was.

Yet, he felt a strong desire to go inside and see, so he shalessly asked, "Big Brother Ding Ce, this building is so luxurious, it must be a very nice restaurant in Zhaoge. Why don’t we eat here?"

Eat here?

Ding Ce was struck as if by lightning, thinking that what you eat here isn’t likely to be food. But his new friend Nezha, although not a woman, is still a child. How should he explain that this is one of the most famous brothels in Zhaoge, not a place to eat?

What if he asks what a brothel is?

A brothel, hmm... hmm... is just a place where n go to relieve stress, drink, chat, and let off steam.

He realized he never actually went in before.

For the people of Zhaoge, going to a place like Spring Breeze Building wasn’t considered shaful.

He hadn’t been there mostly because he was often short of funds and heard that such places were too costly...

But then again, entering such a place, one should be able to just eat and drink without ordering a girl, right? Surely, it can be done, especially if he doesn’t have to pay for it himself...

Nezha also ca to his senses at that mont, his face felt like it was on fire, thinking what the heck am I thinking, I haven’t even matured yet, going there would be pointless.

Just as he was about to tell Ding Ce that they should choose another place to eat today, the rather distinguished Ding Ce next to him suddenly spoke, "Since Brother Nezha has graciously invited, it would be a sign of stinginess if I refused. Today, let’s dine here!"

The spring breeze knows my intention.

Nezha now wholeheartedly agreed with this phrase. A good friend, like Ding Ce, truly understands my thoughts like a spring breeze!