Chapter 256 Yaoguang Star

Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave

"Where did you say Nezha's soul went?"

Taiyi Zhenren stroked his curly hair, looking at Yang Chan with a shocked expression. Where had his precious disciple's soul gone?

Yang Chan pursed her lips and explained, "He went with my eldest brother, Yang Jiao. Master, don't worry, my eldest brother won't do anything reckless. He said he has a way, so he definitely has a way to save Nezha. He's taking Nezha's soul to find suitable materials for a physical body..."

"Wait a minute," Taiyi Zhenren interrupted him, "Let me calculate, I think I can."

Master Taiyi frowned, pacing around the cave with his fingers, muttering, "Hiss—strange, very strange...a variable..."

Seeing Taiyi Zhenren's anxious expression, Yang Chan hesitated to speak. Her elder brother was truly amazing, and she wasn't exaggerating! With her master being so powerful, he should be able to understand, right?

"Um?"

For some unknown reason, Master Taiyi looked astonished and asked, "How could this be?"

At this time, in Chentang Pass, disregarding his wife's objections, Li Jing came to the ancestral hall and completely removed Nezha from the Li family genealogy. He publicly declared that because Nezha had caused trouble and endangered the safety of Chentang Pass, he severed his father-son relationship with him and Nezha was no longer a member of the Li family.

"Father and son severed ties? What happened?"

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly stood up. He hadn't even figured out where Nezha's soul was, but he had already severed his kinship ties!

In the silent wilderness, Nezha's spirit emerged from the banner, watching a red thread break off from his body, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Yang Jiao raised an eyebrow slightly: "It's your freedom."

Nezha rolled his eyes speechlessly. To be honest, his third sister had too much of a bias against Yang Jiao. Where was the gentleness in her eyes?

Full of wicked humor, and doesn't like to speak like a human being!

“I’m serious,” Yang Jiao said innocently, casually dropping a bombshell, “once you sever your ties with Li Jing, you’ll be free.”

Upon hearing this, Nezha's eyes widened: "Broken?"

"It's broken."

"But didn't you say you were going to give him a chance in return?"

"Isn't it a stroke of luck to run into me, the number one divine physician in the Three Realms?"

"..." People are truly speechless when they're speechless.

Nezha stared blankly at Yang Jiao, noticing that Yang Jiao showed no embarrassment whatsoever. If he had Yang Jiao's thick skin, he wouldn't have committed suicide.

Yang Jiao shook his head nonchalantly and walked forward slowly: "Little Nezha, everything is just a matter of a single thought. Li Jing made this choice himself, so of course he has to bear the consequences himself."

Nezha was silent for a while. No matter how unreliable Yang Jiao was, he had still helped him: "Thank you, Brother Yang."

"No need to thank me," Yang Jiao said, his serious expression lasting less than three seconds before he pulled a section of tender white lotus root from his sleeve. "The weather looks nice, how about I make you a body remedy?"

Nezha's spirit drifted three miles away, then cried out in despair, "Are you serious? You're using lotus roots to make my body?"

Ao Bing, whose body had almost fully recovered, slowly raised his dragon head: "Are you out of your mind?"

"Shut up! You defeated opponent!"

Ao Bing, relying on the fact that Yang Jiao was in his hands and Nezha was a spirit and couldn't touch him, was extremely arrogant: "I didn't say anything wrong. You're not stupid, you pulled out my dragon tendons and angered the East Sea? You're not stupid, you're not even afraid of me, yet you still committed suicide?"

Speaking of this, Ao Bing got angry. Didn't he, the Third Prince of the East Sea, have any dignity?

He was already furious about having his dragon tendons pulled out, but Nezha, who pulled out his dragon tendons, actually committed suicide because of the words of a mortal! Where does that leave him?!

What, does that mean a dragon whose tendons have been removed is no longer a dragon? It's not even as intimidating as a mortal?

Nezha, completely unaware that Ao Bing had focused on the wrong thing, was still deeply hurt by his words.

He didn't regret committing suicide before, but after hearing what he said, Nezha's soul became unstable in embarrassment.

"No matter what... lotus root won't do! I don't need to be so cunning!"

"Really don't want it?" Yang Jiao waved the lotus root at him.

"No!" Nezha's attitude was firm.

"Oh well."

Yang Jiao took a bite of the lotus root with a hint of regret, making a crisp "crunch" sound. But Nezha and Ao Bing felt a sudden pain all over their bodies, as if they had been bitten on.

Nezha couldn't help but close his eyes briefly: "You..."

What's wrong with me?

Yang Jiao looked completely innocent. "If you don't want it, I'll just eat it. It won't be a waste. It tastes pretty good."

Nezha sighed. Oh well, he couldn't beat Yang Jiao. Whatever, he might as well give up.

Seeing Nezha's dejected look, Yang Jiao smiled and casually asked while munching on a lotus root, "Since you don't like lotus roots, then look up."

"What?"

Nezha and Ao Bing both subconsciously raised their heads.

There was no wind tonight, the stars twinkled in the sky, the moonlight was soft, and there was nothing else.

What are you looking up at?

Ao Bing turned to look at Yang Jiao and asked curiously.

Yang Jiao shook his head: "Your destiny hasn't arrived yet."

"What?"

Ao Bing was completely confused. He looked up again, but there was nothing there.

"No wonder you got cramped up; your aptitude is indeed inferior to Nezha's."

"Where is it inferior?"

Ao Bing was unconvinced, but he saw that Nezha remained motionless, looking up at the sky, as if he were mesmerized.

Is there any difference?

Ao Bing was puzzled. A small dragon, about the length of a chopstick, flew from Yang Jiao's hand and flew to Nezha's soul, looking up in the direction of his gaze.

What is it?

"It's a star."

"A star?" Before Ao Bing could react, he was pushed aside by a soft light and stared in shock as a beam of golden light descended from an exceptionally bright star in the sky, enveloping Nezha's soul.

The light was like a shimmering veil, strange and dazzling, constantly flashing and leaping, as if it contained endless mysterious power.

Enveloped in light, Nezha's soul underwent a wondrous transformation.

The originally illusory outline gradually became clearer and more solid. The light seemed to have a life of its own, constantly merging into Nezha's soul and becoming one with him.

Nezha's arms, legs, and torso gradually solidified, every inch of his skin radiating vitality under the nourishment of starlight. As the light continued to pour in, Nezha's features became increasingly clear.

In the end, Nezha successfully regained his physical body by using starlight as his form.

Ao Bing was completely stunned: "What is this?"

Yang Jiao nodded in satisfaction: "Yao Guang Star, the master of war, who destroys before building, isn't he a good match for Nezha?"

Ao Bing slightly opened his mouth. "Is it that easy to say? Yao Guang, one of the seven stars of the Big Dipper!"

Having witnessed Yang Jiao's skills once again, Ao Bing, still in awe, couldn't help but ask, "Do you think I'm worthy?"