A cat that lingers beside a saint

Front hall.

Although everyone was puzzled about what Yang Jian and the cat had said, they didn't dare to ask too many questions.

After all, this place was the residence of Erlang Zhenjun at Guanjiangkou, and the reason why Yang Jian took Su Bai away from their sight was actually because he didn't want them to know too much.

The Meishan brothers naturally dared not disobey Yang Jian, but Nezha did not care about such things.

After a few drinks, seeing that Yang Jian and the kitten hadn't come out yet, he put down his wine cup and went straight into the back room.

"Second brother, what are you doing? It's just a little cat demon. If you find it strange, why don't you just let me kill it?"

Yang Jian gently picked up Su Bai. Now that he knew Su Bai's identity, although they didn't need to address each other as uncle and nephew, they still had to be polite.

He shielded Su Bai in front of his chest, then walked to Nezha's side, raised his hand and tapped his head, saying, "Brother, don't say I didn't warn you, this Little Cat Daoist is not as bad as you think. If we're really talking about seniority, we both have to call him Uncle-Master."

Nezha was taken aback. "Uncle-Master?"

To make him call a cat "Master Uncle"?

What a joke.

Nezha was born with a fiery temper. Although he received offerings from the mortals after being deified and his resentment had dissipated, his temper was his nature and not something that could be easily changed.

"Yang Jian, I'll call you Second Brother when I'm happy, but if I'm not happy, I'll call you Three-Eyed."

"I think you've got a layer of lard covering your eye. To think you can recognize a cat as your senior apprentice? Are you out of your mind?"

Yang Jian knew Nezha's temper all too well. After so many years of being brothers, it was perfectly normal for them to fight and scold each other.

How could a few words possibly damage brotherhood?

"Nezha, take a close look at this. Do you still remember the azure longsword that cleaved the Three Realms in the final battle of the Investiture of the Gods?" Yang Jian pointed to the small sword on Su Bai's chest and said with a serious expression.

Seeing Yang Jian's serious expression, Nezha shook his head, instantly sobering up.

He stepped forward, frowning as he looked at the small sword around Su Bai's neck.

He had actually noticed this sword a long time ago. Although it looked familiar, it was too small. He had only glanced at it at the time and hadn't paid much attention to it.

Now, hearing Yang Jian say this, he actually became serious.

"this……"

Nezha stared at the sword, hesitated for a long time, and his expression kept changing.

Although the Investiture of the Gods war happened a long time ago, it is still fresh in my memory even now.

Back then, when he was young, he got carried away by the old man's words about overthrowing King Zhou, and didn't think much about anything else.

But the closer it gets to the end, the more nerve-wracking it becomes.

Looking back now, it sends chills down my spine.

Nezha stared at the small sword for a long time. Suddenly, a flash of green light appeared on the blade, and fear flashed in Nezha's eyes. He then retreated abruptly.

"It's that old man..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian covered his mouth with his hand.

Having been brothers for many years, we naturally know each other quite well.

He knew what Nezha was going to say, but once he said it, he was afraid he would be punished.

"Is he really that person's disciple?" Nezha pried open Yang Jian's palm and transmitted his voice to him through divine sense.

Yang Jian nodded and replied softly, "There's no mistake. I'm extremely familiar with this sword. I saw it with my own eyes back in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."

Nezha took a deep breath. Luckily, he had brought the cat to Yang Jian first. If he had just stomped it to death in the Heavenly Court, the Three Realms would probably be in chaos again.

He just didn't understand that the Jie Sect had long since become a thing of the past; in fact, it could be said that the name Jie Sect no longer existed in the world.

But why did that sage take on another disciple?

Could it be that they want to revive the golden age of the Jie Sect?

If that's the case, then this cat's cultivation level is really too low.

While Nezha was puzzled, Yang Jian was also puzzled.

Although the two were puzzled, they did not ask any further questions.

After all, when they looked at the kitten, they didn't see any ambition in its eyes.

……

Seeing that both of them were staring at him, Su Bai subconsciously grabbed the small sword with his claws and then rubbed it against his teeth.

After all, when you're feeling anxious, you need to find something to do.

Yang Jian and Nezha were stunned by what they saw.

You're using a sage's most cherished treasure to grind your teeth?

The key is that after you've finished grinding, you should at least wipe it clean.

……

Nezha remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "That...cat..."

"Su Bai, also known as Little Cat Daoist," Yang Jian reminded him from the side.

"Oh, so it's the Little Cat Daoist. I wonder how the Little Cat Daoist came to be in the Heavenly Court? Could it be that you came from the Yu Yu Heaven of the Shangqing True Realm?"

Su Bai couldn't understand what Nezha was saying, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said, "If you take me back to my original location, I can find my way back. However, I came out on a mission this time."

"What mission?" Upon hearing this, Nezha's heart tightened, and his palms itched so much that he almost took out his Fire-Tipped Spear.

"I'm planning to find a new outfit for my master. The old man's clothes are too worn out. I heard from my junior sister that there is a fairy maiden in Heaven who is in charge of making clothes."

Junior sister?

How come there's another junior sister?

Yang Jian and Nezha exchanged a glance. After a moment, Yang Jian tentatively asked, "May I ask how many junior brothers and sisters the Little Cat Daoist has?"

"Oh, my master said I'm his only disciple. His junior sister is someone he picked up; her name is Wanling. Do you know her?"

All spirits?

Yang Jian looked completely bewildered; he had never heard of it before.

Instead, a glint of light flashed in Nezha's eyes.

The term "万灵" (wanling) is not something that can be used casually.

He had heard his master, Taiyi Zhenren, say that in the ancient primordial era, all spirits were innate, while the spirits of today were mostly created by the goddess Nuwa.

In many places, this "all spirits" represents the goddess Nuwa.

So it seems that this cat has quite a powerful backer.

Of the six sages in the world, two were already standing behind him.

Thinking of this, a strange light flashed in Nezha's eyes.

"Brother Cat, although we didn't fight, we can be considered friends through a fight. From now on, if anyone in the Heavenly Court dares to bully you, just give me my name. If I don't kill him with my Fire-Tipped Spear, I'm not surnamed Li."

Yang Jian looked at Nezha with slight surprise.

This kid's sudden enthusiasm always felt like something bad was going to happen.

Moreover, in Yang Jian's view, there was basically no one in the Heavenly Court who would bully Su Bai.

After all, his status is what it is. If those immortals and gods saw the sword around his neck, they would be too busy worshipping him to bully him.

Nezha pulled Su Bai from Yang Jian's arms and then placed his hand near Su Bai's mouth.

"Do you think this lotus root tastes good?"

"After you finish eating, can you steal something for me?"

"It's not a big thing, it's just a tower."