Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

"Master, what do you mean? Nezha still doesn't quite understand." Nezha wanted to ask his master again, but found that Taiyi Zhenren had already left at some point.

"Master, Master!" Nezha suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out he was dreaming! But was there any hidden meaning in what Taiyi Zhenren said in the dream?

Nezha pondered carefully, "What is empty is real, and what is real is empty. It cannot be subject to life, nor is death merely annihilation. Is a dead end a path to life? Is that so?" Suddenly, Nezha's eyes lit up. Yes! A dead end might not be a dead end after all.

Nezha looked at the chessboard more closely. There was a single point left in the middle, with the white pieces forming a line. Was this the place?

Even though he didn't understand chess, Nezha knew that if Black moved to the middle of White's pieces, it would be a dead end. But now it seemed there was no other choice. Oh well, let's go for it!

Nezha picked up a black stone and placed it in the center of the white stones. He focused intently, ready to deal with any danger at any moment and prepared for battle. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his palms.

After a long while, there was no sound from all around. Nezha opened his tightly closed eyes. Everything around him was calm. He had solved this predicament just like that? Nezha opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Only then did he realize that his palms were already soaked in cold sweat. The crisis was over, and even his legs were trembling and felt weak.

"My destined one, welcome to your arrival!" Suddenly, an ancient and melodious voice came, each word resounding and powerful.

"Who are you?" Nezha was so overwhelmed by the pressure of the voice that he struggled to speak. After uttering the three words "Who are you?", he felt as if he had used all his strength.

"My destined one, of course I am also your destined one." This time the voice was not as powerful as before, and seemed to be expressing goodwill towards Nezha.

"Who are you? Stop playing coy here. If you don't come out, I'm leaving." Nezha already had a vague idea of ​​who this person was. There was a portrait of the ancient god Gonggong hanging in front of him, and with the portrait he had seen in the outer hall before, it wasn't hard to imagine.

Even though he knew who the person was, Nezha still asked deliberately. This person must have been here for quite some time! No wonder they were underwater! And this place is so well hidden.

Chapter 1008 Accepting the Inheritance

"No! Young man, don't be so temperamental. I am Gonggong, right in front of you." Upon hearing Nezha say he wanted to leave, Gonggong became anxious and dared not use his power on Nezha anymore, as it was very mentally taxing.

He has been dead for a long time, leaving only this remnant soul, which seems to be about to vanish into thin air. After so many years, he has finally found a kindred spirit.

"Oh. It's you! What's the matter?" Nezha walked up to the ancient painting, staring at it with disdain, and poked at it with one hand.

"Ouch! Hahahaha... Don't tickle me, it tickles so much! Hahaha..." Gonggong laughed so hard he could barely breathe, because Nezha's hand had just poked the image's armpit.

"..." Nezha was speechless. A portrait was afraid of being tickled. If this got out, no one would believe it.

"Young man, don't tease this old man. You are my destined one, and I have been waiting here for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for a destined one." Perhaps because he hadn't been able to speak for so long, Gonggong couldn't help but keep talking when he saw Nezha.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Stop talking so much nonsense." Nezha was so annoyed by Gonggong's constant buzzing that it felt like there was a fly buzzing in his ear. He impatiently stopped Gonggong, who was about to continue talking.

"Uh..." Gonggong was choked by Nezha's sudden remark and was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and for a moment it was a little awkward. No one spoke, and to break the silence, Gonggong pretended to cough a few times: "Ahem!"

Seeing that Nezha still ignored him, he said awkwardly, "Junior, my remnant soul is about to dissipate. My biggest regret in this life is not finding a disciple to inherit my mantle, but I don't want to be without a successor. So, at the moment of my death, I separated a wisp of my remnant soul here to wait for a destined person. Would you like to become my disciple?"

When Nezha heard Gonggong's words, he was excited, but he already had a master, so how could he take another as his master? The thought of taking Gonggong as his master made him very hesitant and reluctant.

On one side is his loving and caring master, and on the other is such a powerful being. It seems difficult to choose between the two. What should he do?

"Young man, don't hesitate any longer. Don't worry, I'm not that stubborn. I don't mind if you have other masters." The ancient god Gonggong was genuinely anxious. His primordial spirit was about to be scattered, and the young man in front of him was still hesitating. This made him very unhappy, but he had no other choice.

If it were anyone else, no one would refuse to become his disciple. But today, he doubted whether this junior in front of him even knew who he was. Why was he still hesitating?

"What benefits would it bring me to become your disciple?" Although his heart was already churning with turmoil, he remained outwardly calm, asking the question with composure, word by word.

He had already sensed something fishy from Gonggong's tone; it seemed that the ancient god Gonggong was in a great hurry!

"Very good, very good, young man, you really have guts, hahaha! I love it when you receive my inheritance, your strength will increase several times over, why not? Besides, you'll soon be in my spatial ring, which contains many treasures!"

Hearing that Nezha was willing to relent, Gonggong's anxiety subsided somewhat, and he began to tell Nezha about the treasures in his spatial ring, trying to persuade him.

"Where's the ring? Let me take a look first." There's no denying that Nezha was already tempted. Putting aside the spatial ring, the fact that it would increase his strength several times over was enough to excite anyone.

"This is a realm that would take tens of thousands of years to reach," Nezha said slowly, still unhurried.

“Young man, you must first acknowledge me as your master before I can give you this spatial ring.” This time, Gonggong insisted that Nezha must become his master, he just couldn’t believe that these things wouldn’t tempt Nezha.

"Master, please accept my bow! Where is the ring?" Seeing that Gonggong insisted, Nezha stopped pretending to be reserved. Anyway, he had achieved his goal, so what if he had to become Gonggong's disciple?

"Hey, young one, don't damage my treasure." Gonggong looked at the ring that had been with him for tens of thousands of years with a pained expression. It contained all his life's work, and now it was going to be given away to someone else. Even though it was his disciple, it still hurt him to part with it.

Nezha excitedly took the spatial ring and used his spiritual power to examine the treasures inside. There were all sorts of things, such as thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, ten-thousand-year-old snow lotus, and a precious sword. It was truly full of treasures!

This spatial ring is stuffed full, it even has peaches! Wow!

"Young man, how is it! Are you ready to accept the inheritance now?" Gonggong asked again, because he was really, really anxious. But the boy was completely unaware and was still pressuring this old man.

"Alright then!" Although Nezha was secretly delighted, he pretended to be extremely calm, which made the ancient god Gonggong feel frustrated. If he wasn't about to disappear into nothingness, he would definitely have made him get lost.

Waaaaah~~ Even in death, you still have to shatter this fragile old man's heart. I'm truly beyond tears!

Nezha regulated his breathing and sat down to meditate. Suddenly, a powerful pressure came from above him, and a domineering force forcibly invaded his sea of ​​stones, causing him to have a splitting headache.

Yet he remained motionless, cold sweat dripping from his forehead to the ground, enduring the pain relentlessly. He had never experienced such agony, not even when his body was being rebuilt.

As time passed, Nezha's body began to tremble, his lips turned pale, until the last ray of golden light entered his body, and Nezha suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The immense energy nearly burst his meridians, yet he struggled to control it, directing it into his dantian.

After a long time, the excruciating pain subsided. Nezha was unable to think; his whole body ached, every inch of his skin and every bone made it impossible for him to think. At some point, the pain gradually subsided.

Then a surge of heat flowed into his body, and every inch of his bones felt comfortable. It was as if something new had appeared in his mind.

Chapter 1009 Nie Feng is enraged and transforms into a demon.

As the inheritance was completed, the body of the ancient god Gonggong slowly dissipated into the air, while Nezha's body was filled with enormous energy.

Nezha couldn't control the energy within him for a moment, and felt like he was about to explode. In an instant, Nezha unleashed a palm strike, and the entire underground palace began to shake from side to side. Sure enough, the power increased several times over; this power was no joke.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet began to shake, and the cave was about to collapse. Just as the underground palace was about to collapse, he grabbed the weapon and ran out.

As soon as he left the water, he saw Nie Feng searching for him everywhere outside, and Nie Feng also spotted Nezha flying in mid-air at a glance.

"Nezha, you still dare to come out? I thought you wouldn't dare to come out!" Nie Feng had been at the bottom of this cliff for a week, and after searching for seven days, he had found neither the living nor the dead.

Seeing the swift current of the long river, he thought Nezha had been swept downstream. He searched for a long time downstream, almost turning over the entire bottom of the cliff, but still couldn't find Nezha. He thought that Nezha had died somewhere and been carried off by wild beasts!

He was secretly delighted that Nezha had died a gruesome death before he could even make a move, so he could now return to report without worry and wait for the Buddha Wutian's praise and trust.

He was thinking of crushing Bu Jingyun under his feet, ensuring he would never rise again! But then he saw Nezha burst out of the water, unstoppable, and he was about to give up!

"Hey, you dog by Wutian's side! Come and bite me!" Nezha suddenly felt playful. He had teased Nie Feng before because he was too weak, but this time it was purely for fun.

He wouldn't even put ten Nie Fengs in his eyes, let alone one Nie Feng.

"Nezha, come on, I'm going to beat you to death today!" Nie Feng knew Nezha's intentions well, and this time he was smart enough not to continue taking his Vajra Hammer.

Hammer. Upon seeing this, he raised his hammer and smashed it like Nezha.

Nezha's figure moved like lightning, poised to strike. With a graceful side turn, he dodged Nie Feng's Vajra Kick. He casually slashed at Nie Feng with a palm strike, the wind from which he moved swiftly and lightly, seemingly effortless.

Nie Feng always believed that Nezha was not to be feared and was overconfident in his own strength, so he underestimated his opponent and did not take Nezha's palm strike seriously. As a result, Nie Feng was blasted away by Nezha's palm strike.

By the time he tried to dodge, it was too late. Nie Feng was sent flying by the palm strike and crashed heavily to the ground. This was only less than 50% of his power, yet it was so incredibly powerful.

Nezha was secretly shocked. It seemed that he had really met a master and had chosen the right one. Now he could be even more arrogant and disrespectful to Nie Feng. "Oh! Look at you! You think you can be Bu Jingyun's superior with such little skill? I think you're only fit to carry his shoes."

As Nie Feng's face grew darker and darker, Nezha's heart grew happier and happier. Sometimes, without resorting to violence, the highest level of "poisonous tongue technique" in the Battle of Yongchun could drive people to the brink of collapse with anger, and this feeling was wonderful.

"Nezha, shut up. Bu Jingyun is not my superior." Nie Feng couldn't stand it when people said he was inferior to Bu Jingyun. They were both human, both subordinates of Nie Feng. In terms of strength, he was even slightly better than Bu Jingyun! How could he be inferior to Bu Jingyun? He refused to accept it.

"Haha, I knew it! Wutian isn't that blind! Look at your behavior, it's right not to give you an important position." Being sarcastic is really enjoyable, good for mental and physical health. Occasionally indulging yourself, I've even come to love this kind of "verbal battle."

"Nezha, I've said it before, the Buddha Wutian values ​​me the most. What is Bu Jingyun anyway?" Nie Feng was so angry he was about to explode. Bu Jingyun was his confidant. The two of them grew up together, but everyone seemed to only see Bu Jingyun and treat Nie Feng as Bu Jingyun's follower.

So he trained even harder, and one day his strength surpassed that of Bu Jingyun. But everyone still saw Bu Jingyun. Nie Feng was unwilling to accept this. Why was Bu Jingyun so favored, while Nie Feng was no worse than him?

Gradually, he began to compare himself to Bu Jingyun, and his desire to compete with him grew stronger.

"Nie Feng, do you know where you went wrong?" Seemingly having seen through Nie Feng's thoughts, Nezha asked deliberately. Somehow, his strength had increased, allowing him to know what others were thinking, and even if he couldn't see through them, he could roughly guess.

"Nezha, don't try to fool me, hmph! Today I'm going to make you kneel at my feet and call me grandpa." Nie Feng probably realized that he wouldn't gain any advantage by being quick-witted in front of Nezha, so he didn't say anything more.

The two were entangled again. Nezha did not use his full strength, but compressed his strength to a level that was evenly matched with Nie Feng's, just enough to suppress Nie Feng. He would neither win nor lose any advantage.

Nie Feng felt extremely frustrated by being suppressed by Nezha, and Nezha's provocative words during the fight only fueled his rage. Furthermore, since Nie Feng originally cultivated the demonic path, this provocation unleashed a violent aura around him.

Nezha was still not done playing and continued to tease Nie Feng, who was completely enraged and suddenly became much stronger.

Its body shape also began to change, with many black diagonal lines appearing on its face, and its eyes turning dark black, with its entire eye socket filled with black, and no whites of its eyes visible.

Even his normally normal lip color turned into an eerie purplish-black, and a black mist permeated his body.

"Oh no, he's become a demon!" Nezha originally only wanted to tease Nie Feng before killing him! Now, he's been provoked into becoming a demon.

After becoming a demon, Nie Feng's strength increased tenfold compared to before. Now he only has two paths to take: the first is to defeat Nezha and then become a true demon lord.

The second path is to be defeated by Nezha, die from exhaustion, and after becoming a demon, Nie Feng has completely lost his mind, his aura is violent, and he will want to destroy everything around him.

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Chapter 1010 Lotus Injured While Blocking Sword

Demons possess immense destructive power and are extremely lethal themselves.

At the beginning, Nezha was able to fight Nie Feng to a draw despite his best efforts. As time went on, his spiritual power gradually dissipated, while Nie Tian seemed tireless and grew stronger with each battle.

Yes, demons have hatred in their hearts, and their spiritual power is inexhaustible. In this respect, Nezha is clearly inferior to Nie Feng.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to win, he had to strike first. If it came down to a physical contest, he couldn't beat Nie Feng. Although he had inherited the power of the ancient god Gonggong, it was still far from enough.

This time, Nezha clearly understood that he was still very weak, that the road ahead was still long, that he must be humble, and that he still had a lot of room for improvement.

"No, I must stay calm!" Nezha's mind flashed through Nie Feng's moves, and suddenly a light flashed in his head. That's it! Nezha discovered that Nie Feng's attacks, though seemingly irregular, were actually very disciplined.

If you look closely at his every move, you can see that there are weaknesses. His lower body is very stable, he has great strength, and his movements are very fast, but there is a weakness on his left side, and this weakness is enough for someone to defeat him.