Chapter 213: The Duel with Nezha【5k】

Yang Chan's reprimand caused the Giant Spirit God's face to flush red, leaving him wanting to speak but holding back.

The reason for his flushed face was not entirely shame, but more so his anger at Fang Longye for intercepting the prize halfway.

Because that ruler-shaped halo of light was, to him, truly of great importance.

However, it was clear that in the face of Yang Chan's protection, the Giant Spirit God dared only to be angry without speaking.

"Sister Yang Chan!"

Seeing the Giant Spirit God being scolded until his face was red and his ears were hot, Nezha shook his head, took two or three steps forward, and with a leap, arrived before Fang Longye and Yang Chan.

As his body leaped, it set off layers of green rings that had yet to dissipate, with the outermost layer emitting sparks of starlight.

It shone brilliantly, containing an indescribable sharpness; just one look was enough to make one's spirit and bones turn cold.

The starlight stirred by his footsteps collided with the Aura of the blood-colored tide, seemingly brewing a scene of slaughter in the surrounding space.

Large swathes of blood-red color descended like the sky collapsing, bringing evil and destruction wherever they reached.

Yet, this magnificent reaction was completely dissipated by the wisps of lotus fragrance emanating from Nezha's body.

"Good sister, the Giant Spirit God has his reasons. I don't believe you aren't aware of what kind of significance the item in this brother's hand holds for the Giant Spirit God~"

Nezha said with a cheeky grin, pleading with Yang Chan.

"Who is your good sister? Call me Martial Aunt! You have no sense of propriety~"

Yang Chan straightened her pretty face, feigning sternness with arched brows and glaring eyes, while simultaneously employing her methods to gather the treasures within the tide.

One could see that amidst the undulating waves, she spread her Dharma like a treasure net, covering space and time from above to below, suppressing everything.

With a single cast of the net, it was completely full.

"Sister Yang Chan~ Good sister~ I beg you to put in a good word and let this brother yield the item to the Giant Spirit God!"

Nezha remained cheeky, pointing at the object in Fang Longye's hand.

Yang Chan turned her head to glance at Fang Longye, her eyes rolling around, and she responded with a smile that was not quite a smile: "You've found the wrong person for this! Don't look at me just because I'm traveling with him; I can't control him~"

"If you have the ability, just ask him for it yourself~"

Fang Longye's brow twitched; as expected, this woman Yang Chan was no good, fearing only that the world would not be in chaos.

Just looking at her slightly upturned lips, it was clear she was filled with the joy of watching a spectacle, unbothered by how big it might get.

Nezha did not care why Yang Chan had changed her tune halfway, but at least she had loosened her stance.

He immediately shifted his position, arrived beside Fang Longye, and said with a grin: "This brother, how should I address you?"

He did not resort to forceful seizure right away, not that Nezha was incapable of such things.

It was rather that he understood Yang Chan's temperament. Although she had loosened her stance, the provocative tone in her words was far too heavy.

Fang Longye, while casually gathering the items brought by the tide, responded with a smile: "Cangmang Mountain's Yuanlong, Fang Longye. I have long heard of the great name of the Three Altars Sea-Meeting Great Deity~"

He knew well that the father-son relationship between Nezha and Li Jing was not good at all. Naturally, he would not touch a sore spot by addressing him by the title of Third Prince~

"Oh~ So it's you!" A look of realization appeared on Nezha's small face; clearly, he had some understanding of Fang Longye.

"That makes things easier!"

He laughed: "We can be considered half our own people~ How about you give me some face?"

"I'll have the Giant Spirit God trade other treasures with you? Honestly, that Giant Spirit Mark is of no use in your hands."

Seeing that Fang Longye's expression remained unchanged, still wearing a smile,

Nezha began to up the ante, patting his own chest as he guaranteed: "At worst, when you rebel against the Heavenly Court in the future, both the Giant Spirit God and I will go easy on you~"

"Don't worry! I'm most familiar with this routine. I guarantee I'll act it out flawlessly~"

Hearing this, Fang Longye's eyelid twitched.

Good grief~ How are you and Yang Chan of the same ilk, talking about rebelling against the Heavenly Court at every turn.

And you're supposed to be a famous war general of the Heavenly Court!

Fang Longye chuckled and said: "Let's wait until the sea-gathering is over before we chat in detail, shall we?"

Nezha looked at the increasingly surging tide all around and nodded.

"That works too!"

……

Having temporarily fended off Nezha, Fang Longye raised his eyes to look at the increasingly surging waves.

Wave after wave, the blood-red color filled the sky.

The overwhelming tide, the water sounds like thunderclaps, and the momentum covering space and time were truly not to be underestimated.

The true might of heaven and earth, annihilating everything.

Wherever it reached, it destroyed everything in its path.

What happened just now was merely an appetizer; now, it had truly reached its climax.

Fang Longye looked at the shell-like object brought along by the surging tide, which radiated a faint light and seemed capable of swallowing everything.

When it rushed over, it caused an indescribable palpitation.

With a flip of his palm, an identical object appeared in his hand.

It was small.

Held in his hand, it really was very similar to a seashell.

But in reality, this was of course not a real seashell, but the World Remains deposited in the depths of the Blood Sea.

It looked small and delicate, like a seashell, but in reality, it contained a space so vast it could not be measured.

Held in the hand, it was truly as heavy as a world.

And such an astonishing mass was fine at the beginning.

But now.

Under the driving force brought by this tide reaching its peak, one could imagine that if it were to collide with someone, it could unleash what an astonishing power of destruction~

After all~

This tide is not merely seawater; the power contained within, aside from the destruction and corrosion unique to the Nether Blood Sea, also includes the power of time and space intertwined, difficult to describe in words.

Being caught within it, it is fundamentally and continuously dissolving one's essence, energy, and spirit, as well as all kinds of power one is able to unleash.

"Hmph!"

Fang Longye let out a cold snort.

In an instant.

Dazzling lightning unfolded from above his head, like a peacock spreading its tail, spreading out in all directions.

Startling thunder raged like swimming dragons, shaking their heads and lashing their tails.

The surging light illuminated his handsome and dashing appearance. In his eyes, dense, fine thunder patterns appeared like wheels, flickering into existence and vanishing, as if they were the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

Nezha, who had not moved far away, sensed such a disturbance and turned his head to look in his direction, an expression of surprise appearing on his face.

"I never imagined that this fellow's execution of 'Mastering Five Thunders' had actually reached such a level. Lifting the heavy as if it were light, doing exactly as one pleases—not simple at all!"

"Those who didn't know might even think he was some Lord of the Thunder Department from the Heavenly Court!"

With a movement of Fang Longye's mind, the thunder light became like clouds, slowly descending to wrap around the objects floating and sinking in the surrounding tide.

All kinds of thunder—some arc-shaped, some spherical, and some even transforming into divine thunder beasts—pounced forward.

Layer upon layer, fold upon fold, time and time again, continuously and unceasingly, they formed a giant thunder net.

It scooped up the things he saw, just as if casting a net to catch fish.

Without the slightest damage.

Feeling his harvest, a satisfied smile appeared on Fang Longye's face.

Employing thunder-path methods was certainly not done at random, but was the result of Fang Longye's careful deliberation.

Because the path of thunder is the most upright and bright, it is perfectly suited for an environment like the Blood Sea.

At least for Fang Longye, it was quite appropriate.

Low consumption, high effectiveness.

It couldn't be more suitable~ Of course, this Secret Realm is vast and boundless; although Fang Longye's harvest looks significant, it is only a corner of it.

Other figures who came to this Secret Realm to participate in the "sea-tide gathering" also struck one after another.

Either driving Dharma Treasures, unleashing divine abilities, or releasing raised immortal birds and exotic beasts... each of them channeled their Dharma power, penetrating to the most minute details, searching for the various objects that came with the tide.

It is unknown how much time had passed, but the blood-colored tide gradually receded.

The blood-colored ocean surface gradually returned to calm.

Various figures, some returned to their own high platforms to rest, while others were still tossing and turning in the ocean, tirelessly searching for "Canghai Pearl".

This sea-tide gathering had naturally not ended.

When the tide rises, battling against the surging waves is sea-tide gathering. When the tide falls, searching for the left-behind objects is also sea-tide gathering.

But as Yang Chan said earlier, the good things are all there when the tide comes; once the tide recedes, there aren't many good things left behind.

Therefore, those who returned to the high platforms to rest were naturally those who were already full to the brim, while those still tossing in the Blood Sea had results that were obviously not as satisfactory.

After all~ not everyone has the full ability to "sweat freely" in such Blood Sea tides.

Of course, Fang Longye and Yang Chan, Giant Spirit God and Nezha, were naturally not among them.

At this moment, they had all returned to their own high platforms.

While Fang Longye was taking stock of his own harvest, he was also calculating in his heart how to deal with Nezha and Giant Spirit God later.

He looked at the five-colored, brilliant, ruler-shaped halo of light in his hand and muttered in his heart: "The acquired Merit Supreme Treasure, 'Hongmeng Measuring Ruler'!"

Don't misunderstand; this halo of light is a pure phantom, there is no physical object.

The reason Fang Longye was so concerned about this halo of light was that this long, ruler-shaped phantom halo belonged to the Inheritance Mark of the Giant Spirit Clan.

It is very likely that it contains clues regarding the acquired Merit Supreme Treasure, the 'Hongmeng Measuring Ruler'.

Why would such a treasure have a connection to the Giant Spirit Clan? This brings us to the origin of the Giant Spirit Clan.

After Pangu created the world, he dissolved his body into the heavens and earth, evolving into all things.

Among them, the world-renowned Pangu orthodox lineages are none other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Innate Witch Clan transformed from his essence blood and blood, and the Three Pure Ones transformed from his primordial spirit.

These two—the former are said to have inherited the bloodline of Pangu and can be considered to have upheld the path of Pangu's physical body.

The latter directly belong to the transformation of Pangu's primordial spirit, and naturally, they are clear about the cultivation of Pangu's primordial spirit path.

However, since essence, energy, and spirit are one, there would naturally be no lack of representatives evolved from Pangu's primordial energy.

That's right, this Giant Spirit Clan was precisely transformed from Pangu's primordial energy. However, they are not the only ones.

After all, there are many races and divine beings that were born stained with a bit of Pangu's primordial energy.

But they are also authentic descendants of Pangu.

In terms of legitimacy, they are no less than the Witch Clan and the Three Pure Ones.

And because of this~ when the Giant Spirit Clan was born, just like the Witch Clan obtaining the Pangu Temple and the Three Pure Ones having the Heavenly Yellow Mysterious Treasure Pagoda to suppress their destiny, they obtained a supreme treasure to suppress their clan's destiny.

The acquired Merit Supreme Treasure formed by the combination of the Hongmeng energy born at the time of creation and the merit of creation—the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler!

Moreover, although this Giant Spirit Clan, like the Witch Clan, inherited the Great Dao of Pangu's physical body and mainly practiced their physical bodies in their daily lives.

However, the Giant Spirit Clan did not, like the Witch Clan, suffer from the influence of Earth Turbid Qi and the baleful energy of creation, making them short-tempered and unable to cultivate their primordial spirits.

On the contrary, among the Giant Spirit Clan, there is no lack of those who cultivate both Dharma and body.

It is just that.

As the old saying goes, "Excess cannot last long."

During the Witch-Demon Calamity, as close relatives of the Witch Clan, the Giant Spirit Clan could not avoid being drawn into this great Calamity.

This is also the reason why the Panlong Spear in Fang Longye's hand would react to the Inheritance Mark of the Giant Spirit Clan.

The Tiger Soul Fragment, after all, came from Chiyou, a member of the Witch Clan who had cultivated to a level nearly equal to that of an Ancestral Witch.

And the relationship between the Giant Spirit Clan and the Witch Clan, in the end, was so close that they were practically inseparable.

As for the fate of the Giant Spirit Clan—well, one can imagine.

Half due to the jealousy of others, half due to fate, they suffered total annihilation, leaving behind only a mere handful of survivors.

Saying a mere handful is only because it is uncertain whether there are still hidden members of the Giant Spirit Clan in the Honghuang.

If we only speak of those in the open, for so many years, the only member of the Giant Spirit Clan to appear in the world has been Giant Spirit God.

And he has been faring quite poorly. He lacks both strength and status.

In terms of misery, he is far more wretched than the protagonists of the era, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

And the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, the supreme treasure of the Giant Spirit Clan, like the Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi, vanished into the void and disappeared without a trace.

Precisely because of this—facing the Inheritance Mark of the Giant Spirit Clan, Fang Longye was naturally overjoyed. How could he possibly give it up just because of a few words from Nezha? ……

"According to the rules of the Honghuang, let us have a duel!"

On the high platform, facing Nezha and Giant Spirit God who had sought him out, Fang Longye tossed a jar of Hundred Flower Immortal Brew to each of them.

Nezha opened the wine jar, took a sniff, and seemed intoxicated.

"Hundred Flower Fairy is quite generous indeed—" He scrutinized Fang Longye's face for a few moments and gave his assessment: "It is a pity that you, this fellow, are not a good man—"

Pfft—

"Hahaha—"

Beside them, Yang Chan was doubled over with laughter, saying: "You little brat, do you even understand the feelings between men and women? Talking about good men and bad men? You're killing me—"

"Hmph!"

Nezha was dead serious, his small face tightening as he said: "If we speak of past lives, I have lived for I don't know how many years longer than you. Do you think I understand less than you?"

Afterwards, ignoring Yang Chan who was still laughing wildly beside them, he returned to the main topic and said with a serious face: "It seems you have made up your mind, brother?"

Fang Longye looked at Giant Spirit God, who was scratching his head in anxiety beside them as if he had turned into a Monkey, and said: "The Inheritance Mark is not the only one."

"I guarantee—regardless of who wins or loses, I will certainly copy a version of the contents for you, Brother Giant Spirit."

"Heh—"

Nezha curled his lips and laughed: "You have a good plan, brother—for an Inheritance Mark like this, the most important thing is the Dao essence within it, which is unique."

"Don't tell me that you, a mere Golden Immortal, can actually copy the Dao essence left behind by a figure at least at the Great Luo level?"

Fang Longye spread his hands and said: "In any case, I have offered the opportunity—it just depends on whether Brother Giant Spirit is willing to accept it!"

"I will not hide it from you, Brother Giant Spirit, Fang believes he still has some prospects; why not form a bond of kindness with me? If I achieve something in the future, I will certainly reward you handsomely—"

Seeing the look on Giant Spirit God's face that suggested he thought Fang Longye was a fool, Fang Longye continued: "If you don't believe me, ask Fairy Yang Chan and Brother Nezha—"

Giant Spirit God turned to look at Nezha and said in a muffled voice: "Third Prince?"

Nezha sighed and had no choice but to nod at him.

Giant Spirit God pondered for a long time before finally raising his head and confirming: "Fine! Let it be as you say! I will duel you—"

"We shall do it at—"

Just then, Nezha reached out and interrupted Giant Spirit God's muffled words.

"Third Prince?" Giant Spirit God asked in confusion, his voice still muffled.

Nezha looked at Fang Longye with a half-smile and chuckled: "Is my brother here bullying an honest man? You know full well that Giant Spirit God is no match for you, yet you are here talking about deciding ownership based on winning or losing?"

Giant Spirit God said from the side: "Third Prince, isn't that a bit much? I have at least been a Golden Immortal for I don't know how many tens of thousands of years."

"You all always say my judgment is poor, but I can still tell that this kid hasn't even finished overcoming the Three Calamities—"

"Even if he is exceptionally gifted, I should at least be able to hold my own against him, right?"

He kept rambling on, and his voice was muffled, which made Nezha quite irritated.

Impatiently, he said: "Shut up!"

He composed himself and looked at Fang Longye: "I will duel you! Do you dare?"

"Fight him!"

"What are you afraid of? Let me tell you, this little brat is currently just an avatar. If you don't even dare to fight this, I will look down on you for the rest of my life!"

Before Fang Longye could speak, Yang Chan became excited and kept egging him on from the side.

Fang Longye rolled his eyes inwardly. Do I need you to look down on me? He focused his gaze, carefully observing this Nezha Third Prince before him, peering into the subtle details.

Fang Longye could only sense that the opponent's combat power was not weak and carried a sense of danger; he could not determine his specific realm, nor whether he was a true body or an avatar.

However—what Yang Chan said was not without reason; if he didn't even dare to engage in a duel that didn't involve Life and Death, then he would truly be a failure!

"Since the Third Prince thinks highly of me, then Fang will naturally accompany you!"

Since they were about to fight, he naturally couldn't be bothered to worry about whether his form of address would offend Nezha.

"Good!"

A clanging sound resonated, like jade chiming in an empty valley, echoing all around.

Before the words had even faded.

Nezha had already landed on the vast ocean.

Beneath his feet, waves of blood surged, making him look like a murderous child—

Seeing this, Fang Longye naturally followed closely behind.

He landed not far opposite Nezha, standing steadily. The ripples of the waves washed over, the spray of the water shimmering with a deep red, carrying a scent of death.

Nezha smiled suddenly, his entire body glowing with divine light, connecting to the heavens above and the abyss below.

Although he was a small child, his body seemed capable of filling every space.

As if he had broken some seal, his entire temperament changed drastically, his whole body exuding infinite killing intent, his voice cold to the extreme: "You go first!"

Fang Longye did not stand on ceremony and said: "Then I shall accept your challenge!"

The Panlong Spear held in his hand let out a clear chime, and in an instant, it transformed from the size of a delicate little writing brush into a divine weapon a zhang long and as thick as a wrist.

Afterwards, he leaped forward, arriving before Nezha in a single step, and with a swing of the Panlong Spear in his hand, he struck toward Nezha with lightning speed.

Having already become a top-tier divine weapon, even if Fang Longye could not fully control it, a mere graze or touch would be enough to inflict indelible damage upon a Taiyi Realm immortal body.

Combined with his current level of cultivation, he is confident that within the Golden Immortal Realm, he has few rivals. (End of chapter)