We bear people have power

Guan Bo followed Nezha's finger and saw Lingxiu, a little girl healing an injured mortal, looking very pure and holy.

With General Yin's death, the poisonous vengeful spirits lost control, draining the lifeblood of all the possessed monsters. However, without the protection of the Plague Yellow Banner, these spirits couldn't last long under the bright sun and hastily fled into the deep mountains and dense forests. In an instant, the overwhelming horde of monsters was wiped out.

With the danger over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Third Prince, you're joking. You're too old to be her grandfather's grandfather. How could Lingxiu possibly be your sister?" Guan Bo said with a wry smile.

"That's not up to you."

Nezha flew confidently to Lingxiu's side and said to her, "Sister Lingxiu, I am the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas. Would you like to come to heaven with me?"

Lingxiu looked at the handsome young man with delicate features and frowned, saying, "Why do you curse people to die right off the bat? You're the one who's in heaven, your whole family is in heaven."

Nezha really wanted to explain to her, "My whole family is really in heaven."

But if he said that, Lingxiu would probably think he was crazy.

Guan Bo almost couldn't hold back his laughter. If he hadn't been wary of the Third Prince's fiery temper, he would have laughed so hard he'd revealed his true form. The scene was like a rich and handsome guy trying to woo a girl by offering her French snails, only to have the country bumpkin complain that there weren't many pieces of meat and that she was really stingy.

That's really awkward.

Lingxiu, this little girl, grew up in a mountain village and at most knew the name of Guanyin Bodhisattva because of her proximity to Luojia Mountain. But she had never heard of the Three Altars Sea Assembly God.

Nezha really wanted to explain to Lingxiu what it meant to go to heaven, but Lingxiu didn't give him the chance and ran to Gongsun Jing's side to help clean up the battlefield.

Nezha wasn't discouraged. Like a little follower, he ran to Lingxiu's side and presented her with various heavenly treasures. Upon learning that Gongsun Jing was Lingxiu's master, he immediately gave her a gourd of spiritual medicine refined by Laozi, as well as many cultivation resources that Lingxiu could use.

Having just successfully established his foundation, Lingxiu was at the crucial stage of condensing his golden core, and what Nezha could offer was naturally the highest quality. Gongsun Jing was completely stunned. As a mere mortal cultivator, even though she had inherited the cave of an ancient sword immortal, she couldn't compare to a second-generation god like Nezha.

Unfortunately, Lingxiu seemed unwilling to accept the favor, and said haughtily, "My grandfather taught me that one should not accept a reward without merit, so I cannot accept your things."

Guan Bo saw that Nezha had turned completely gray. This guy had lived for thousands of years in vain; his flirting skills were definitely negative. No wonder he'd been single for so many years. Guan Bo felt secretly pleased. Although he didn't see Lingxiu as a future wife, seeing Nezha fawning over her made him feel a little jealous.

It's like raising a daughter for many years, and now she's finally being pursued by a younger man; it feels all sorts of complicated.

While Nezha was showering him with attention, Guan Bo was busy clearing out Black Wind Mountain. This time, the number of demons who died was far too high. General Yin's accomplices were too ruthless; all the demons on the mountain were wiped out. However, compared to the demons, the casualties among mortals were surprisingly low. Even if the Black Bear Spirit's techniques were truly effective, the casualties shouldn't be this exaggerated. After careful questioning, he discovered the clues.

These mortals had just felt their bodies brimming with power, as if a flame were burning within them. The effects of the Black Bear Demon's techniques varied from person to person, so not everyone would experience the same sensation. Therefore, Guan Bo deduced that it was most likely Nezha who had exerted his power, using a spell to enhance the strength of these mortals, which was why the demon was no match for him.

In a corner that Guan Bo hadn't noticed, where the corpses of monsters were piled up, a monster was trying to hold its breath and calm its heartbeat, pretending that it was really dead, afraid that someone would notice it.

He was Xiong Shan Jun, who had infiltrated the demons during the chaos, intending to escape as everyone scattered. However, he hadn't expected General Yin to be so ruthless; with his death, all the lesser demons would be buried with him.

Thus, Lord Xiongshan had no way to escape and could only lie among the monsters and pretend to be dead. Especially after seeing that General Yin had died under the Fire-Tipped Spear, Lord Xiongshan dared not even breathe loudly.

Nezha! Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas! He discovered that even how he died was beyond his control.

Therefore, you must hide deeper, even deeper, and breathe lighter, even lighter.

Fortunately, demons have long breaths, and holding their breath for an hour or two is not a big deal. The mortals on Black Wind Mountain began cleaning up the corpses, seemingly intending to dig pits to fill them.

Seeing this, Xiong Shanjun was overjoyed. If these mortals were to be cremated, Xiong Shanjun would be in real trouble; he hadn't learned any fire-repelling magic, and even if he wasn't burned to death, he would be exposed. But being buried in the ground was no problem; he could just crawl out and escape at night.

For Bo, a powerful demon capable of transformation, digging a pit was a remarkably simple task. He simply found a slightly flat rock, stuck it into the ground, and a large pit was created.

However, just as Guan Bo was about to fill in the monster corpses, Lingxiu flew over on her flying sword. Nezha shouted anxiously from behind, "Sister Lingxiu, I mean well. Listen to me, there are many fun places in this Heavenly Palace."

"I don't want to listen, you're just spouting nonsense!" Lingxiu covered her ears and crawled into Guan Bo's arms.

The little girl was getting a bit annoyed by Nezha's pestering, so she naturally ran over to Guan Bo and hid directly in his soft, thick fur.

Seeing that Nezha still looked confused, Guan Bo casually tossed the rock aside, intending to have a word with this great god of the Three Altars and Seas.

As for Xiong Shanjun, he actually vomited blood. Guan Bo had casually tossed a rock weighing several thousand kilograms, which landed right on top of him in the pile of demons. Because he dared not use any demonic power, Xiong Shanjun felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer without any warning, and he felt as if his internal organs were about to be squeezed out.

Suppressing the urge to scream, Xiong Shanjun continued to lie motionless in his lurking position. The once-powerful demon king, who could tear anyone apart and devour them at will, was now forced to feign death amidst a pile of corpses—a truly humiliating situation. But glancing at the young man in blue, Xiong Shanjun comforted himself, "Endure! A bear must be flexible. It's okay to be a little bearish now and then. A little hardship won't defeat me!"

Guan Bo had no idea that he had tricked Xiong Shan Jun. He simply asked Nezha, "Third Prince, why do you insist on recognizing Ling Xiu as your sister? She is clearly not related to you at all."

Nezha looked at Lingxiu, his eyes filled with emotions that Guan Bo couldn't understand. He sighed and said, "Do you know how many relatives I still have in this world?"