Chapter 205: Three Heads, Eight Arms, the Third Prince

I am Nezha, the Third Prince, unrestrained and fond of poetry. With hands in pockets I stride forward, turning a crooked path into a straight one.

Accompanied by his unrestrained poetic epithet, the crowd followed the sound's direction and saw a handsome, cold‑black‑haired youth stride into the hall.

Is this the Spirit Pearl?

Someone whispered, "He looks like a fine gentleman!"

Indeed, with that bearing he has a touch of the Spirit Pearl's grandeur.

I've heard he's brothers with the Three Heroes of the Chan Sect; his elder brothers are outstanding among our third‑generation disciples, so this younger brother surely isn't lacking.

Indeed, judging by his cultivation, he's probably already reached the Golden Immortal realm—amazing!

Golden Immortal? He's reached that realm in such a short time—unbelievable!

Indeed, some people spend a lifetime cultivating casually, but nobody's perfect.

Huh? What do you mean by that?

Originally, having drawn everyone's attention and hearing their flattery, Nezha felt quite pleased.

However, a single remark "nobody's perfect" from the other party caught Nezha's attention, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen.

Hehe, this youth is indeed extraordinary, but you've also heard that poem just now—just a few off‑the‑cuff doggerel lines; in our family, even three‑year‑olds do better than that.

Indeed, what's with "hands in pockets, big strides" and all that nonsense?

Indeed, this poem is really not praiseworthy!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, startling the few people who were whispering.

Several people turned toward Nezha and saw him glowering at them with a grim face, while the ground beneath his feet had been shattered directly.

Being stared at by Nezha made them feel as if an ancient great demon had fixed its gaze on them, sending chills through their bodies.

Third brother, you've finally come!

Just then, two figures appeared to Nezha's left and right—namely Jin Zha and Mu Zha.

Today is a great day for Taiyi True Person's promotion to the rank of Twelve Golden Immortals; Nezha must not cause trouble at this critical moment.

After all, they have always remembered their father's mission: to replace their respective masters, become the new Twelve Golden Immortals, and let their father become the authority over the Twelve Golden Immortals.

All right, your poetry has always been the best in Chentang Pass; those people just don't appreciate it—we'll appreciate it ourselves!

Mu Zha said with a smile.

Second brother!

Hearing that, Nezha felt a surge of emotion.

Exactly; as long as our family appreciates the charm of our poetry, why bother with others' opinions?

After all, every year on his birthday Chentang Pass holds a poetry contest, and the champion has always been him—three consecutive titles, no joke about its value!

Huh? My master's drunk?

Under the guidance of Jin Zha and Mu Zha, Nezha came before Taiyi True Person.

But upon seeing Taiyi True Person's current state, Nezha was left speechless.

Alas, it seems so; today you may have to stand in for your master and complete the promotion ceremony to the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Jin Zha sighed.

Heh, this person must be the disciple of Taiyi's junior fellow disciple, right?

Just then, a voice came.

Huh? Where did this huge honey peach come from?

Nezha turned around, and what met his eyes was the huge pink‑tinged head of the Boundless Immortal Old Man, which also startled him.

Hearing that, the Boundless Immortal Old Man's mouth twitched slightly.

In the venue, everyone else also turned toward them with shocked faces.

Honey peach, hehehe, honey peach!

At that moment, the smallest child in Cihang Daoist's arms let out a hehehe laugh, obviously amused as well.

The scene instantly became extremely awkward.

Senior Elder Brother, I think this lad is fine; since Taiyi's junior fellow disciple is drunk, let his disciple stand in and complete the promotion ceremony today.

Suddenly, Cihang Daoist spoke up.

Hearing that, the Boundless Immortal Old Man glanced at the already snoring Taiyi True Person, nodded, and said, "That's all we can do. You're Nezha, right? Do you have confidence?"

Of course!

Nezha nodded, then silently recited in his heart—

"Heaven's spirit, earth's spirit, Father, help me!"

As the thought settled, instantly a surge of pure spiritual energy burst forth from Nezha's body.

The massive spiritual energy directly shoved the nearest few people backward, and Taiyi True Person was even shaken off his lotus pedestal.

Fortunately, the two Boundary Beast Spirits behind him used their staffs to prop up Taiyi True Person; otherwise, if he'd fallen from the pedestal, the sight would have been unsightly.

What powerful spiritual energy—indeed befitting a rebirth of the Spirit Pearl!

Guang Chengzi couldn't help but sigh.

The remaining Twelve Golden Immortals also nodded in agreement.

The Boundless Immortal Old Man, having steadied his stance, showed a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

In the venue, the most shocked person was Cihang Daoist.

She knew very well Nezha's background—he is a rebirth of the Demon Pill, filled with demonic energy; yet now this huge spiritual energy—what's going on?

Hehe, Father really is the strongest!

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Nezha felt proud—this is a supernatural ability Father recently taught to his siblings.

Just need to silently recite in one's heart "Heavenly spirit, earthly spirit, Father help me", and one can borrow strength from one's own father.

However, if one thought that was the end, the shock hasn't finished yet!

Ne Zha intended to give everyone a big shock; all that could be seen was his body slightly trembling.

In the next moment, everyone saw in shock that an extra head and three arms had grown on Ne Zha's body.

This wasn't over yet; after another slight tremor, another head and three arms immediately appeared.

Thus, Ne Zha now took on the form of three heads and eight arms.

The three-headed, eight-armed Ne Zha—final form achieved!

Great divine ability!

Everyone looking at Ne Zha now was also shocked, not knowing what to say.

They clearly understood that perhaps from today onward, the Three Heroes of the Chan Teaching would have to be renamed the Four Heavenly Kings of the Chan Teaching!

After all, just this display of the three-headed, eight-armed divine ability shows that Ne Zha's strength is in no way inferior to that of his several older brothers.

"Good, good, good, Junior Brother Taiyi has cultivated a fine disciple for our Chan Teaching!"

The Infinite Immortal Elder smiled and said: "In that case, let Ne Zha replace Junior Brother Taiyi and complete today's promotion ceremony for the position of the Twelve Golden Immortals."

As the words of the Infinite Immortal Elder fell, the promotion ceremony officially began.

However, no one noticed that the drunk and deceased Taiyi Zhenren, sitting atop the lotus platform, quietly opened a slit of his eyes.

"This kid, how did he manage it? It seems that Daoist Ao did something; indeed, handing over troublesome matters to Daoist Ao is the right move—I can just lie back and win!"

Thinking thus, Taiyi Zhenren closed his eyes again and peacefully began to snore.