Chapter 128: Nezha and Ao Bing Inlaid on the Wall

Their eyes met—one a War God of Jade Pool, the other a War God of the Heavenly Realm.

Two people who once knew each other now share a bed, which is somewhat awkward.

However, according to Ao Yifan, this is a showdown between war gods, so neither Yinglong nor Jiutian Xuannü refused.

There's nothing to be done; Yinglong seems to have taken a liking to Ao Yifan's tough attitude toward him.

Jiutian Xuannü, meanwhile, realized the true way to free herself from the bonds of Cihang Dao Ren.

"As long as I give birth to a second child, I can start trying to sever the three corpses!"

Jiutian Xuannü secretly thought to herself.

However, the only thing troubling her is that, as a being of the Heavenly Realm, she finds it extremely difficult to bear children.

Thus, Jiutian Xuannü greatly envies Yinglong.

After all, though both are beings of the Heavenly Realm, because the other is of the Dragon Clan, it is actually quite easy for them to have offspring.

……

"You, how did you end up here?"

"You, are you from Chen Tang Pass?"

At the city wall of Chen Tang Pass, Nezha and Ao Bing meet again.

"Yeah, Chen Tang Pass is my home; my mother is the Commander of Chen Tang Pass!"

Nezha said proudly.

Hearing that, Ao Bing's heart surged with a huge wave.

Because he already knew that the Holy Dragon Sir's current mortal identity is precisely the Prince Consort of the Chen Tang Pass Commander.

In that case, isn't the Holy Dragon Sir just this kid's biological father?

And Ao Bing's mother, Yinglong, is now the wife of the Holy Dragon Sir, making him the Holy Dragon Sir's stepson.

So calculated, isn't he basically brothers with this kid?

"Hey, you haven't said yet—what are you doing here?"

Nezha lifted his fire-tipped spear; despite the guy being someone he could barely fight to a draw, he still felt a sense of mutual admiration.

"Come to think of it, has this guy grown a bit taller? No, I need to grow quickly too—I can't let him outshine me!"

Nezha secretly compared himself to his opponent.

"I'm here to see my mother!"

Ao Bing said with some difficulty.

"Your mother—is she in Chen Tang Pass?"

Nezha's face showed a hint of interest.

"Mm."

Ao Bing nodded and said, "My mother is called Yinglong!"

His eyes widened, and Nezha almost popped his own eyeballs out.

"You mean Lady Yinglong is your mother?"

Nezha is used to his father having many wives.

Although he doesn't understand, Nezha shows respect.

But he never expected that the newly appeared Lady Yinglong would actually be this kid's mother.

"So does that make us brothers too?"

Nezha is already used to having many siblings; after the initial shock, he quickly accepted it.

Or rather, having a brother who can barely match him in combat makes Nezha happy deep down.

There's nothing to be done—his siblings at home aren't strong enough, so he can't fully exert himself.

Going to spar with his mother results in one-sided beatings, giving him no sense of accomplishment.

So, having another brother to fight with is something Nezha, who is innately warlike, is willing to accept.

"Come on, I'll take you to see Lady Yinglong—by the way, you're about to gain a little sister!"

Nezha grabbed Ao Bing's arm and shot off toward the city.

The townspeople, seeing the firelight streaking through the sky, all wore looks of anticipation.

They hoped that this restless Third Young Master might accidentally set his own house on fire, after which he might possibly snag a hefty demolition compensation.

……

"Hehe, these two really are lively little rascals!"

Sitting together with Yinglong, Lady Yin glanced at her belly, then lifted her eyes to watch Nezha and Ao Bing sparring.

"I haven't seen Nezha'er having this much fun in a long time!"

"Yeah, Bing'er is still young; constantly furrowing his brows isn't good—he should spend more time with peers."

She rubbed her belly and Yinglong laughed, saying, "Right, where's your husband? Why haven't I seen him since early this morning?"

Hearing that, Lady Yin rolled her eyes and said, "Yesterday I saw him take a few pretty little dresses from Qingjun; I don't know which daughter of his he's visiting now."

"Hehe, Sister Suzhi, you've really misunderstood your husband this time!"

At that moment, Fairy Yunhua and Princess Longji walked over carrying pastries and tea.

"My husband went to deliver clothes to my female cousin's child, and those little dresses were specially picked by me for my female cousin's child."

Hearing that, Yinglong suddenly asked, "How pretty is your female cousin, and what about her husband?"

"This..."

Fairy Yunhua was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer.

"Tsk!"

She picked up a pastry, Madam Yin leapt up, and immediately a flying sword flew into her hand.

"Children, I'm here as your mother to guide your cultivation!"

The next moment, Madam Yin joined the battle, taking on two opponents alone.

Although her control over her power had greatly improved, before long the two little guys were both slammed into the wall.

"Tsk, these two little guys can't take a hit at all; they really need more practice!"

Madam Yin handed the flying sword to Xiao Qing, then immediately sat back down.

Having freed himself from the wall, Ao Bing whispered to Nezha beside him: "Nezha, is your mother always like this?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

Nezha brushed off the dust on his body nonchalantly; he's thick-skinned and used to such things.

Hearing that, Ao Bing fell a little silent, glancing at his own Responding Dragon laughing and looking at him; he felt his mother was still gentler.

However, this is also because Ao Bing has never witnessed his Responding Dragon in battle.

After all, the title of Heavenly Realm War God is not just for show—it's earned through battle after battle.

……

"Wow, what a pretty little dress!"

After not seeing her for a while, Yang Chan had become even more graceful and slender, yet she still liked to cling to Ao Yifan just as she did when she was little.

Fairy Yunying watched the scene of Yang Chan acting coquettish in front of Ao Yifan, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

She realized that Yang Chan was happiest only when Ao Yifan came to see her and her mother.

Fairy Yunying knew that no matter how much love she gave Yang Chan, it could not make up for the lack of a father's love.

Even though she knew Ao Yifan was not her father, in Yang Chan's heart she still very much liked to cling to him.

Suddenly, Fairy Yunying noticed Ao Yifan's gaze directed at her.

In the instant their eyes met, Fairy Yunying's mind involuntarily conjured up the scene from last time.

Her heart gave a hard thump, and Fairy Yunying instinctively avoided Ao Yifan's gaze.

"Yunying, these are the few sets of clothes Yunhua picked out for you; try them on."

Ao Yifan flipped his right hand and took out several more sets of larger clothing.

Just a glance, and Fairy Yunying's cheeks reddened further.

She could be certain these clothes were absolutely not picked out by her cousin.

After all, they were simply too revealing!

"Mom, hurry up and put it on so Chan'er can see if it's pretty."

At that moment, Yang Chan beside her urged:

Ao Yifan smiled, rubbed Yang Chan's head, and thought to himself: "I really haven't spoiled this girl for nothing."