Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 142 Save My Son

After speaking just a few words, Nezha imdiately understood why Bi Gan said that Jiang Ziya would get along well with Duke Ji Chang of Xiqi.

Listening to this Duke speak was just like having his master uncle by his side, although they were completely different people, the feeling they gave was strikingly similar.

The two spoke of nothing else, rely chatting about the customs of Youli and amusing anecdotes from Zhaoge City.

Nezha was not one for words, but Ji Chang was quite different.

He was the kind of person who could talk to you for an entire day and night without making you feel annoyed.

A man of extensive knowledge on astronomy, geography, and rural affairs.

Such people were rarely seen in life, but regardless of his identity, with a little luck, he wouldn’t do too poorly.

Ji Chang’s present situation proved this point.

He had clearly offended the Emperor, and this very Emperor was none other than the notoriously cruel King Zhou.

Though confined in Youli with cris on his back, he still effortlessly courted the two most beautiful won there.

At his age, eating, drinking, playing chess, and flirting every day, his ntal state was vastly different compared to Jiang Ziya who rose early for work.

Once the servant girl left after brewing tea, Ji Chang changed the subject.

One mont he was speaking resentfully and mournfully about a minister in Zhaoge City who had been punished cruelly for advising the Emperor, and the next, he showed a lewd smile, lowered his voice, and said:

"Since you’ve been in Zhaoge for so long, have you seen Daji? Let tell you, Su Hu’s daughter, although vicious enough to leave one speechless, is truly provocative. That slender waist, that figure, every frown and smile can captivate the soul. If I could sleep with her once and have a child or two."

The old man slapped his thigh.

"Damn it, it’d be worth dying in Zhaoge."

"Wait, wait, wait, old man, are you really Ji Chang? Don’t just think about having kids when you see a beauty."

"Absolutely genuine, my friend."

Nezha felt a bit dizzy. He thought this image of Ji Chang was quite far from his expectations. How could such a person be friends with the serious Bi Gan?

Doubts in his heart, he raised his gaze again, only to et a pair of ink-black, bright eyes like gemstones.

Those pupils were perfectly calm yet filled with wisdom.

Nezha couldn’t see through him, so he laughed and said, "Marquis, these rebellious statents should be spoken less often. Today it is I who is here, if it were soone else and they reported your words to the Emperor, not even ten heads would save you."

"Hahahahaha, that won’t happen, young man, I trust you."

Trust ?

Good grief, it’s our first ti eting today, and just after chatting casually for a bit, you trust ? Isn’t that a bit too rash?

Nezha did not understand, and Ji Chang continued, "You have probably heard about since you ca to see ."

"I have heard a bit."

"I was born with four nipples, oops, went off topic there. I was born wise beyond peers, adept in all senses, a renowned talent in Xiqi, though taught by great sages, unfortunately, unable to cultivate. I have made so progress in the Innate arts of the Emperor Fu Xi’s creation."

Ji Chang finished, and sighed deeply. Despite his age, being adept in carnal matters was sothing that would make any man envious.

He suddenly looked at Nezha and said, "Child, our fates are interwoven like stone. No one in this world can change them even slightly. That’s why I see clearly, no matter how recklessly I act, this world will silently correct everyone’s fate to its original course, do you understand?"

"You an that regardless of what you do, when the ti is right, you will naturally be able to leave Zhaoge."

"Exactly."

Ji Chang said, "But precisely because of this, I am in agony."

"Why in agony?"

"In this life, I am a minister of Chengtang, loyal throughout my life, yet I see the future demise of Chengtang and the Emperor dying amidst chaos.

I have ninety-nine sons, but how many of these beloved children can actually et a good end in the end?

Though I rule as king in Xiqi, and teach loyalty, piety, propriety, and righteousness, the truth of eating a child’s flesh is a piercing heartbreak."

After saying these words, Nezha only then realized that this old man before him saw far more than he had imagined.

But sothing still seed off.

As previously stated, this was their first eting.

"Why tell all this?"

"Because you are different from others. I saw it in you."

Ji Chang’s eyes wettened, and his voice suddenly choked. He said, "I saw hope in you."

Upon hearing these words, Nezha was even more startled. Even Jiang Ziya taking his Heart Blood to divine barely revealed hints of heavenly secrets.

What gave Ji Chang the certainty to say he saw any so-called hope after just one eting?

Perplexed, Nezha asked, "What did you see?"

Ji Chang shook his head and said, "I saw nothing."

"I don’t understand."

Ji Chang understood Nezha’s aning.

"I saw nothing. Living within the destiny of this world, regardless of what I do, whether resisting or not, it falls in line with the natural order of the Heavenly Dao."

He paused for a mont, speaking even more quietly.

"But you are different, though human, cultivating the Heavenly Dao, simultaneously beyond the Three Realms and not within the Five Elents. I don’t know your origins, nor do I understand why soone like you exists in this world, but from the first glance, I knew with certainty that your presence inevitably adds a variable to this so-called predetermined heavenly fate."

"Just be cautious, many in this world hope for a variable like , but there are also many who dislike it. If they see you, even if you do nothing, you will naturally beco their target to eliminate."

Though Ji Chang spoke mysteriously, Nezha had no idea what he intended, and straightforwardly asked, "What do you want this variable for?"

"For what?"

Ji Chang laughed again, but this ti laced with self-mockery.

He looked at Nezha, speaking slowly, "If it’s you, it should be possible, right? You’re a guest, and this is our first eting. Be it by reason or by etiquette, I shouldn’t be asking you for a favor. Yet, I still want to ask you for one."

Hearing this, Nezha felt a heaviness in his heart, whispered, "What is it?"

"Save my son."

Ji Chang had fathered ninety-nine children, and a few years ago, on his way to Zhaoge, he even adopted a baby he found along the way and made him a foster son, which was Lei Zhenzi.

These are all anecdotes; in other words, Ji Chang had too many sons.

There was even reason to suspect this lascivious old man himself couldn’t recognize which son was which.

But among all the children, the firstborn is always special.

"Is it Bo Yikao?"

According to traditional ranking, "Bo" for eldest, with "Yi" indicating his status as a Princely Heir.

If nad in the "surna na" manner, he should be called "Ji Kao," but here we’ll keep calling him Bo Yikao.

Nezha figured that the child whom Ji Chang wanted him to save now was his eldest son, Bo Yikao.

Ji Chang nodded and bowed deeply.

Seeing this wise elderly man of a status and age far beyond his own bowing down to him, the younger Nezha did not move.

He recalled that night, when he attempted to assassinate King Zhou at the Star Pick Building, lightning descended from the clouds.

Earlier Ji Chang also ntioned that the Heavenly Dao would correct worldly causations and restore them to the original path.

If he saved Bo Yikao, this idealistic son of Ji Chang, then in future Sealing God Battle, how could Ji Fa represent Xiqi?

Would another bolt of lightning suddenly co down and strike Bo Yikao dead then?

If not, Bo Yikao wasn’t that easy to rescue anyway.

While struggling internally, Ji Chang, true to his wisdom, noticed Nezha’s inner turmoil, sothing Nezha could hardly conceal from him.

With just a glance, Ji Chang saw through Nezha.

He uttered only one sentence.

"What cri have we, father and son, committed to suffer such a cruel fate!"

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