Chapter 61 Don't be angry, okay?
Ao Bing was the most favored dragon prince; he had never suffered such humiliation.
"You ignorant and arrogant brat!"
He introduced himself:
"Do you know that I am Ao Bing, the third prince of the East Sea Dragon King? How dare you speak to me like that? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue!"
Nezha remained expressionless, only chuckling when he heard the other's imposing title: "So you are the son of Ao Guang."
Just as he was about to give up, Nezha continued, "I have traveled with my master and know about the gods, ghosts, demons and monsters in this world. Naturally, I also know that your father is an old mudfish who bullies others in the sea."
Before Ao Bing could react angrily to Nezha's derogatory term, the boy sighed first:
"First it was an ugly yaksha, then an old mudfish gave birth to a little mudfish... How come they're all beasts? The Dragon Palace is truly deserted."
This child was not only arrogant but also outspoken. With both old and new grudges swirling in their minds, the waves surged, and the seawater transformed into a cocoon, enveloping Ao Bing.
Suddenly, Nezha looked up.
"How dare you, you brat, insult my father!"
The dragon's eyes, with their vertical pupils, met the boy's gaze.
Nezha also rode his Wind Fire Wheels and rose up, becoming level with the dragon's body.
The collision of overflowing spiritual energy even calmed the raging East Sea beneath them.
call!
Ao Bing spat out a ball of fierce fire towards Nezha, but the Universe Ring enveloped Nezha first, shielding him from the intense heat. The fire subsided in an instant, and Ao Bing didn't have time to replenish it in his mouth. Seizing this opening, he used the red silk as a lasso to tighten around the dragon's seven-inch mark! The Azure Dragon immediately shut its mouth, its eyes bulging and its face showing distress. Nezha stepped on its neck, the boy pulling at the Universe Ring with one hand and holding the other against the dragon's belly. The dragon's belly was like a fish's, white and scaleless. The Azure Dragon's eyes were bloodshot, and it saw the boy turn his head and lightly smile at it, saying, "Fine, I'll take it."
After speaking, he used a golden ring as a knife to cut open the abdomen and extract the gentian.
It cut a wound the size of a palm on Ao Bing's body, and Nezha plunged his hand in without hesitation.
Ao Bing was in so much pain that tears of blood streamed down his face, and the flesh and blood inside his wound gushed out with the boy's constant churning. He grabbed the other's meridians and pulled them upwards! The long and tough tendons were torn from the skin of the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace with Nezha's movements. With each bit pulled out, the dragon looked more and more like a shrimp with its back split open, and the flesh that had been gathered together burst open.
Flesh, blood, and scales fell off in a flurry. The dragon, nourished by the sea, was enormous. After its tendons were pulled out and its skin peeled off, blood gushed out like a waterfall. The pulled-out tendons, propelled by inertia, spun like willow branches spraying water, scattering blood droplets in all directions.
With a soft thud, a few drops fell outside Pingyu's carriage.
Pingyu, who had finally arrived at the mudflats outside the pass from his residence, felt increasingly uneasy.
"Miss!"
The accompanying slaves screamed in terror outside the carriage.
The carriages and horses stopped.
Ping Yu immediately lifted the carriage curtain and peered out: "What is it? Have you arrived...?"
The question caught in her throat halfway through. No one else needed to answer; everything her eyes saw would provide the answer.
The red sun in the sky was close to the sea. She looked up from the mudflats, the sunlight too dazzling. She squinted, only seeing a thick, winding line appear on the shadow of the sun, as if the sky had cracked open and was seeping water.
But in the blink of an eye, it slid down helplessly, falling in a straight line towards the yellow sand on the ground.
One cluster, two clusters.
The water gushing from the cracks in the red sun was also red, a dense and varied rain falling down in a pattern from thick to thin.
The slaves hurriedly held up umbrellas for her, while blood and flesh rained down around the girl, piling up around her.
Ping Yu clutched his chest.
The music was beating faster than drumbeats, making her short of breath and feel suffocated.
Finally, the rain stopped, and the "crack" finally fell to the ground.
It crashed down heavily, creating a hurricane that swept up the damp sea sand.
She closed her eyes and tried to shield them with her hands, but some wet sand still inevitably got into the girl's eyes.
It hurt again and again, stinging her so much that tears streamed down her face.
Only when the sandstorm subsided did the yellowish surroundings become clear.
The dragon was no longer a dragon; it was merely a mass of bloody, mangled flesh, with a boy kneeling on one knee. His features were obscured by blood, except for a faint golden ring beside him, signifying his identity: Nezha.
Nezha dragged a thick, long object around, rummaging and searching through the viscous red liquid.
Beyond the visual impact, only two words remained in Ping Yu's heart:
It's over.
She had tried her best to get there, but her car, which was working perfectly fine, kept breaking down on the way. First, a stone got stuck in the wooden wheel, and then she inexplicably encountered a persistent beggar.
It was as if the day itself was preventing her from arriving here ahead of time.
They only allowed her to pass after the series ended.
Pingyu tentatively called out, "Nezha?"
Upon hearing the sound, the boy suddenly looked up.
His eyes were the only clean part of his body. His clear black and white eyes reflected the bloodshot face as he looked at her coldly.
Not sensing any demonic aura, Nezha wouldn't harbor any murderous intent towards mortals. However, upon recognizing who it was, the chill suddenly dissipated, replaced by a fuzzy surprise gathering in the boy's eyes.
"Pingyu?" He remembered he had hit her quite hard; given the girl's constitution, she should have been unconscious until the middle of the night. He asked curiously, "Why are you here?"
"you......"
The moment Nezha spoke, his presence became more substantial. Yet his face was covered in blood, some of it dripping from his skin. His lips, redder than blood, revealed white teeth, making it seem as if he had devoured the dragon's carcass on the ground. Pingyu's sense of smell, previously suppressed by tension, suddenly returned to normal. The stench of blood, rust, and the unique salty smell of dragons and seawater permeated every pore on his face, gripping him completely.
Her stomach was churning, and acid reflux was surging up like a tidal wave; she really felt like vomiting.
Nezha saw that the girl's face had become even paler, but she was still saying to him, "Green Robe said you were exorcising demons, so I rushed over because I was worried about you. Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?"
She cares about me, Nezha thought, feeling quite pleased.
"No." He stood up, clutching what he was holding, casually kicked aside the dead dragon, and walked toward his companions.
"You're nothing but a useless mudfish in the sea, what makes you think you can hurt me?"
Ping Yu gasped and immediately turned around.
The slaves were so frightened they stood frozen in place.
The girl knew they would gossip about this, and that this incident would become fodder for their conversation after she was frightened. She spoke with a fierce but weak voice: "If anyone dares to utter a single word about what I saw today, I will personally choose her as a human sacrifice!"
The slaves cared more about their own lives than the death of the dragon.
They nodded repeatedly, swearing solemnly, "Don't worry, Miss, we will absolutely keep this a secret!"
After she finished speaking, she turned back to look at Nezha again.
His killing of the dragon is a done deal.
The sea dragon is vengeful; the Dragon King Ao Guang will never let the death of his most beloved youngest son go unpunished.
What methods can be used to break this deadlock?
The tide stretched out two deformed claws, grabbing Ao Bing's split dragon tail and dragging it into the sea.
"What is this?" she asked, pointing to the spot.
Nezha glanced at it: "The dead dragon's sea beast mount."
“He has a kind heart,” he said casually. “He even knows to collect his master’s body.”
Thinking that the dragon of the East Sea was a man-eating monster, Ping Yu felt no pity.
"Nezha, it will send a message to the Dragon Palace."
"Then?"
The boy heard her say calmly, in an almost cruel tone, "They can't stay."
Without the slightest hesitation, the golden ring slammed down on the sea beast.
The bodies of the master and servant were piled together and left to soak in the seawater.
Why does this Third Prince, who looks like a god of death, do whatever she says?
Although it was Nezha who killed the demon, the slaves found their clean and tidy young lady even more terrifying.
Nezha washed the Universe Ring in the seawater as well. After killing the survivors, Nezha told Pingyu, "It's useless. That old bastard Ao Guang knows that I was the one who did it. Even if a sea beast dies, other dragon soldiers will take his place and bring the news of the dragon prince's death to the Dragon Palace. It's just a matter of sooner or later."
"Then you should quickly go to your master to avoid trouble!"
It seemed that there were no paths forward or backward, and Nezha was left with only the option of being forced to his death. Pingyu, enraged, grabbed Nezha's shoulders and shook him, ignoring the bloodstains: "I'll hold off Uncle Li for you, but you go find Taiyi Zhenren and tell him about this. Go now! Otherwise, I won't talk to you anymore!!"
"I'm not going." Letting the girl vent, Nezha shook his head in refusal: "Don't let your relatives suffer."
"I, Nezha, will do things alone and take responsibility for them all."
Hearing these words, Pingyu felt a sharp pain in her heart and soul. She remembered watching cartoons as a child, and how Nezha had said those words before committing suicide. The childhood sorrow of witnessing a hero's death seemed to well up in her throat at that moment. Nezha's composure shattered when he saw the tears rapidly gathering in the girl's eyes. He became unusually panicked and tried to wipe away Pingyu's tears. But his fingers were red, and instead of wiping away the tears, he only made the girl's once fair face look disheveled.
"It's all your fault!" Pingyu complained. "If you hadn't knocked me unconscious, I would have been able to come with you, and you wouldn't have been able to slay the dragon!"
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, and tears welled up in her eyes, almost spilling out: "It is no easy feat for a dragon to give birth to a son, and he values his offspring extremely. You killed the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace, and the Dragon King of the East Sea will certainly not forgive you easily!"
"I can beat them." The Qiankun Ring, cleaned and sharp, still seemed to be steaming slightly from being soaked in dragon blood. The boy said almost arrogantly, "I'll kill one of them."
"But this sea is full of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. You'll be exhausted before you kill them all!" Pingyu stomped on his foot angrily. "If you die, I'll have no friends left. I'm not even an important person to you, and you haven't even thought about that!"
Although the other person can be really mean at times, after spending time together, she has long since come to regard them as her best friend.
Nezha, who initially thought Ao Bing's death was insignificant, suddenly realized that the other party seemed to have some value.
At least his death made the girl say such things.
Important people...
Judging from the context, Pingyu must have considered him as "important" in his heart, which is why he demanded that he do the same.
Nezha was secretly pleased, and a dazzling smile spread across his face.
He loosened his fingers, revealing a hard, blood-stained piece of material lying in his palm. It was as large as a boy's palm, its surface shimmering with a light, clearly not an ordinary object.
Pingyu took it and examined it closely: "What is this?"
"Dragon Scale Nezha replied, "Didn't you lose your protective bead in Cihangwu? Dragon scales can not only resist demonic power, but also deter external demons with dragon energy. Use this for self-defense."
Knowing that they were dragon scales, Pingyu felt the same way Li Jing felt when he received the dragon tendon belt.
She felt it was too hot to handle, but she couldn't refuse. The girl's feelings were complicated, but she still listlessly thanked her, "Thank you..."
"There's one more thing."
Seeing that she had put away her scales, Nezha lifted the girl's face. He used his thumb and forefinger to press against her face, leaving a clear bloodstain. Pingyu was puzzled by his actions, but with the instinctive sense of danger that comes with being small animals, she instantly became wary: "What?"
“I have never revealed the dragon’s identity, so how do you know he is the third prince of the Dragon Palace? Moreover, you don’t seem surprised that I would slay a dragon, as if…” He spoke as if sighing, the stench and strange fragrance spraying onto Ping Yu’s face at the same time: “as if you knew this was bound to happen.”
Concern leads to confusion, and in her anxiety, Pingyu was caught off guard by Nezha. Her scalp tingled instantly, and she stared into Nezha's eyes, frantically trying to come up with a reason to respond.
Nezha will no longer give her time to lie.
“Pingyu, shall we finish what we didn’t do at the manor? You still haven’t given me the answer to that question. Was it also you who saw me slaying the dragon behind the door?” He proceeded step by step, his fingers not only smooth but also icy cold, slowly coiling around her like a snake. In their gaze, he pressed his forehead against Pingyu’s, just as he had done at the Lin manor, like a spoiled young animal.
"Let me see what you see with your own eyes."
As they spoke, spiritual energy entered the girl's consciousness through the contact on her forehead.
Author's Note: My darlings, could I please have someone add this author to their collection? [pity][pity][pity]
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