Chapter 302 Nezha
"I am the ruler of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor."
Chang Hao glanced at the girl, who had two pink buns in her hair, adorned with small butterfly hairpins that fluttered up and down, wearing a white flowing skirt that reached her knees, and a pink shawl that reached the ground. She had a red ribbon tied around her elbows, making her look like a delicate and sweet fairy.
What a tragedy...
"Heavenly Emperor!" Lingzhuzi looked up abruptly. It was as if thunder had struck his ears. Goddess Nuwa would hold the red embroidered ball and mutter about this man nine times out of ten.
Will this person just raise their hand and send him back to Nuwa Palace? No way, he finally managed to escape.
Chang Hao, knowing full well what was going on, asked, "Young friend, why don't you tell me how you came to be in the Chaos? If you hadn't met me, your soul would have been completely eroded by the violent energy of the Chaos, and you would have had to reincarnate and start over."
Chang Hao pondered for a moment. If Ling Zhuzi was able to leave the gate of Nuwa Palace, the defenses of Nuwa Palace would surely be damaged. Yuanshi would come to the gate, Nuwa would be beaten, Tongtian would obtain the treasure, and Nuwa would leave Nuwa Palace in a hurry. Ling Zhuzi would definitely take this opportunity to plunge into Chaos.
"You know me?" Lingzhuzi's eyes widened even more, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering, clearly indicating that she was not at peace.
This person's tone of voice and manner of doing things are very familiar with him. Oh no, he must have met him before. What should I do?
"Hmm, I've seen you when you were a child," Chang Hao mumbled. In this life, his divided soul had spent two days in the Nuwa Palace and met Lingzhuzi. As for the previous reincarnation...
Chang Hao closed his eyes. The past was too painful to recall. They were brothers in misfortune, so neither of them should laugh at the other.
They once ventured into the chaos together. Lingzhuzi was a bit more unlucky than him; his physical body couldn't withstand the violent energy of the chaos, so he had to be sent to rebuild his cultivation. Then, he transformed into Nezha. Tsk, what a lousy guy, even worse off than the dilapidated Nuwa Palace.
Lingzhu became even more wary. What do you mean, "when he was little"? He's still very little now.
However, Lingzhuzi boldly examined the powerful figure above carefully. When had he ever seen him before? He couldn't quite remember. Don't panic, Lingzhuzi, he must be bluffing you.
"I have saved your life and spared you the suffering of reincarnation. Such a great favor is like being reborn. Young friend, are you unwilling to tell me the truth?" Chang Hao smiled warmly.
Lingzhuzi was mesmerized. He lived a secluded life in the Nuwa Palace, facing the difficult and nasty Nuwa Goddess every day. When had he ever seen such a kind person, whose smile made him feel as if a hundred flowers were blooming before his eyes?
"Young friend?" Chang Hao saw that Ling Zhuzi was lost in thought, so he patiently called out again. "Silly boy, what are you daydreaming about?"
Even though he wanted to help Lingzhu escape Nuwa's clutches, Lingzhu, you still need to make up a lie so that when Nuwa comes knocking, he'll have an excuse to back down.
"I don't remember." In her haste, Lingzhuzi almost broke out in a sweat, and dared not tell the truth.
“You don’t remember? That’s troublesome,” Chang Hao said, suppressing a laugh. Ling Zhuzi was quite quick-witted. “I’m afraid he was injured by malevolent energy, and his soul is damaged.”
Lingzhu's eyes lit up. Oh right, how come he didn't think of that?
"Yes, yes." Lingzhu nodded hurriedly, afraid that if she didn't take this opportunity, it would slip away.
"How should I address you, young friend? Do you remember anything?" Chang Hao twirled his fan, thinking, "Lingzhu, be a little more clever."
"I've even forgotten my own name," he joked. Giving his real name would be tantamount to revealing his identity to the person in front of him. The Heavenly Emperor would immediately send him back to Nuwa's Palace. Who would be willing to offend the Goddess Nuwa for someone they didn't know?
"I only remember one day, a fierce-looking man kicked open the door and demolished the palace, and then I remember nothing more."
Lingzhuzi, against her conscience, pinned the blame on that imposing man from that day, concealing the boundless longing in her eyes—when would he ever be so powerful?
Chang Hao was silent for a moment. "Ling Zhuzi, are you going to pin the blame for your 'amnesia' on Yuan Shi?" If Chang Hao hadn't been certain that Ling Zhuzi had run away on her own, he would have been fooled by her.
"Would you like me to give you a name for now? Without a name, it's not easy to call you." Chang Hao quietly pondered. Yuan Shi couldn't be blamed for nothing. Ling Zhuzi had good aptitude. Why not send him to Yuan Shi so that Yuan Shi could train him and then send him back to him?
No, he should train him first, then send him to Kunlun to learn martial arts, and finally take him back. Hmm, he can't raise the Spirit Pearl for nothing.
"Okay, okay!" Lingzhu nodded vigorously, eagerly anticipating his new name.
Chang Hao smiled and said, "Then let's call him Nezha."
“Okay…” Lingzhu’s eyes darted around. The Heavenly Emperor gave him a name, so does that mean he’s going to take him in? It’s very possible.
"Your Majesty, can Nezha stay by your side? I can do anything, serve tea and water, stir up trouble, etc..." Lingzhuzi covered her mouth.
Just then, Si Rong brought over a tray of fragrant tea, followed by several fairy maidens carrying various spiritual fruits and pastries.
Lingzhu ran to take the tray from Si Rong's hands, held it high, and placed it on Chang Hao's left.
"Your Majesty, please have some fragrant tea." Ling Zhuzi, with her eyes and ears everywhere, moved swiftly, circling around Chang Hao and snatching the tasks from Si Rong and the others.
"Your Majesty, please use it." Lingzhuzi stared eagerly; he, Lingzhuzi, was indeed useful.
Chang Hao decided not to torture his eyes any longer, and called Si Rong forward, giving her some instructions in a low voice.
Si Rong glanced at the spirit pearl, suppressed a laugh, and went to prepare the items the mountain lord had instructed.
"Here, eat up." Chang Hao handed the first pastry to Ling Zhuzi. Ling Zhuzi's transformation and growth were slow, and this form easily softened people's hearts.
"Give it to me..." Lingzhuzi blankly accepted the milky white, translucent pastry that seemed to contain a flame in the middle and exuded the fragrance of osmanthus. Her nose felt a little sore.
"Okay, eat up, so outsiders won't say I'm mistreating you." Chang Hao patted Ling Zhu's bun.
Lingzhu stuffed the small, exquisite pastry into her mouth in one bite, chewing and chewing, looking just like a very fierce little wolfhound.
"Slow down, have some Emperor's Dew." Chang Hao couldn't help but chuckle. He gave the Emperor's Dew to Ling Zhuzi, intending to serve him tea and water, but ended up serving Ling Zhuzi the Emperor's Dew instead.
"Your Majesty..." Following Chang Hao's instructions, Si Rong brought over a set of bright red soft armor and a small hair crown with long pheasant feathers. Stealing a glance at the pink and tender Nezha, it was impossible to tell that he was a child.
"What is this?" Lingzhuzi quietly took a step back. No one should have the same fetish as Nuwa. He couldn't possibly be so unlucky.
"I see that your immortal robes are being eroded by the chaotic energy. To prevent them from further affecting your true form, it would be best to discard them." Chang Hao made up a reason without blinking. Anyway, Lingzhu was still young and couldn't tell that he was making things up.
"Come, Nezha, follow me." Si Rong led Nezha to a separate room.
“I can do it myself…” Nezha blocked Si Rong from the outside room.
“Okay…” Si Rong stopped abruptly, giving Nezha face, and pretended not to know.
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