CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 275 I AM A DECENT PERSON!

Additionally, while at Lingshan, I picked up two Divine Skills: the Ten-Foot Golden Body and Telepathy.

The Ten-Foot Golden Body is incredibly powerful; the most straightforward proof of its strength is that even two Saints use it.

Its advantage lies in its high upper limit—used by everyone from Arhats to Saints as a defensive skill—and it requires very few resources.

The disadvantage, however, is that it demands continuous effort. The longer you cultivate it, the stronger it becomes. If neglected, it deteriorates.

Nezha’s time is exceptionally valuable, but his avatars are idle. Instead of pondering esoteric paths, it’s more effective to work hard on this skill to increase combat strength.

After all, no matter how abundant his resources are, they still aren’t enough to sustain twelve of his avatars cultivating other skills simultaneously.

As for learning Telepathy, it was purely out of curiosity. After all, eavesdropping on thoughts was incredibly popular in his previous life—perhaps it could reveal some major secrets.

Though the trip to Lingshan didn’t yield any new intel, Nezha’s next destination was the Blood Sea of the underworld.

As the Yin-attribute embodiment split from the original Nether River, the Nether River Mother surely has intricate insights about the Asuras.

Upon opening the passage to the underworld, Ji Chang was hard at work, diligently handling affairs, while several Kings Yan were lazily barbecuing fish and slacking off.

Nezha originally intended to just greet them and head straight for the Blood Sea. However, he ran into two acquaintances—well, technically one: Shuxiong, the Iron-Eating Beast.

Chiyou had already perished, and the Yellow Emperor’s seal on his corpse had fully lost its effect. Over the years, Old Bear (Shuxiong) had been scouring every corner to collect Chiyou’s remains for burial in the underworld.

Out of the final bonds of master-servant loyalty.

Now that the remains were complete, Old Bear didn’t know where else to go and decided to stay temporarily in the underworld.

The other familiar face was Lady Rashamon, who had been lingering around here daily waiting for Nezha.

The first time she spotted Nezha, she clung tightly to his sleeve and refused to let go, leaving Nezha somewhat embarrassed.

Ever pragmatic, Nezha decided to probe the situation while he had the chance. Unsurprisingly, that group of witches—focused solely on thrilling battles—had zero understanding of dreams.

Oddly enough, Old Bear proposed an idea: he had a distant relative from the Dream-eating Rhinoceros clan, which fed on dreams. Perhaps they could offer assistance.

Nezha’s eyes lit up. He decided to divide forces—Old Bear would search for the Dream-eating Rhinoceros while Nezha headed to the Blood Sea to find the Nether River Mother.

Leaving Yama Hall, Nezha followed Lady Rashamon to the Blood Sea. She took him through winding paths to a concealed palace.

Nezha: "..."

I’m a respectable young man!

After furiously "educating" Lady Rashamon about how to be respectable, Nezha could only sigh and lament that boys must protect themselves when out and about.

Despite her reluctance, Lady Rashamon recognized Nezha’s urgent matters and dared not delay further. She led him to a palace in the Blood Sea, where they met the Nether River Mother.

The Mother still exuded an imposing aura with scarlet, bloodshot eyes glaring at Nezha in disdain.

"Brat, what are you here for again?"

Nezha knew this wasn’t someone to trifled with—back in the day, when Nether River committed all those terrible deeds, she wasn’t yet split off, meaning she had her fair share of the blame.

Thus, he decided to start strong by raising a metaphorical flag.

"I’m here to investigate matters concerning the Demon Dao."

The Nether River Mother: "..."

She couldn’t help recalling the pitiful fate of Mosquito Daoist—utterly tragic.

"The Blood Sea has already been integrated into the Six Daos; it has little to do with the Demon Dao."

"Mother, do you know of Fantian?"

At the mention of Fantian, the Nether River Mother’s expression remained unchanged. Whether before or now, her affection for her creations remained non-existent—they were merely tools.

Given Fantian was part of the first batch of Asuras and among the earliest swayed by Zhunti, she did have some impression of him.

"What’s wrong with that guy? Wasn’t he doing well in the Western Sect?"

"Fantian has succumbed to demonic transformation."

The Nether River Mother showed no surprise, knowing all too well the nature of her creations.

After Nezha explained his purpose in detail, the Mother ultimately refrained from making things difficult for him.

Instead, she dispatched one of her Blood God’s descendants, Yan Zhi.

No matter how Fantian transformed or cultivated demonic powers, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was an Asura. Even though the Nether River Mother had formally severed ties with the Ancestor of Nether River and had almost lost control over the Asuras, her sensory abilities to locate them remained intact.

The Demon World was built upon Fantian’s Dream Dao as its foundation; there was no way to avoid utilizing his power.

With a wave of her hand, Yan Zhi—clad in red robes and breathtakingly beautiful—appeared once more.

Lady Rashamon led the pair out of the Blood Sea, but as they left, she clung to Nezha and whispered shyly, "Nezha, um... next time, could it be... a little more exciting?"

Nezha’s mouth twitched, thinking, Sister, are you okay?!

Beside them, Yan Zhi covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Oh my, young people shouldn’t be so reserved."

Nezha: "..."

Nezha and Yan Zhi returned to Yama Hall, where Old Bear had already returned.

His relative—also black and white like him—was present, albeit with a long trunk resembling a Dream-eating Rhinoceros.

The Dream-eating Rhinoceros’s abilities include dream infiltration and consumption, and with Yan Zhi acting as a human-shaped radar, they finally pinpointed the Demon World’s entrance.

Nezha gathered the group and made their way back to Lingshan to report to the industrious Old Li.

Given the situation, Nezha couldn’t claim credit at Heavenly Court himself. It would give the impression of aiding outsiders at the expense of his own faction; after all, he was still Emperor Ziwei of Heavenly Court.

Old Li understood Nezha’s position and handed the task over to Guanyin, who had been performing excellently of late. With high cultivation, exceptional skills, diligence, and ambition—not to mention her ambiguous relationship with Nezha—her consistent aid had made her indispensable to Old Li, practically his right hand.

Nezha had no objections; it was essentially shifting assets within familiar hands.

Old Li brought Guanyin over, explained the situation vaguely, and Guanyin—sharp as a tack—instantly understood.

Subsequently, the trio, alongside the two beasts, proceeded to the Palace of the Polestar.

Meanwhile, Nezha made a detour, taking the Iron-Eating Beast back to the starry skies to organize forces for an invasion of the Demon World. Defending the Dao and vanquishing demons—it’s my duty as Emperor Ziwei!

Old Bear, however, simply wanted to explore the starry heavens.

Guanyin radiated genuine goodwill and easily won over the Dream-eating Rhinoceros, which lowered its guard and proudly explained everything it knew.

Yan Zhi, however, seemed to clash with Guanyin, keeping a cold demeanor and remaining silent throughout.

Arriving at the entrance to the Palace of the Polestar, the guards had changed to Hall Commander Wu Ji and Long Xuhu.

Hao Tian’s grudges clearly still ran deep.

The pair immediately saluted upon seeing Ci Hang.

"Greetings, Uncle Ci Hang!"

When the two were blown up and listed on the rankings, Ci Hang had yet to transform into Guanyin.

Guanyin chuckled lightly, saying, "No need to stand on ceremony, Marshals. I’ve already converted to the Buddhist Sect; I am now Guanyin Bodhisattva, no longer the Chan Sect’s Ci Hang Daoist."

"I am here at the behest of His Majesty to assist in locating the Demon World’s entrance."

The pair froze momentarily, uncertain of the karmic depths in play, though Wu Ji had started to discern Hao Tian’s temperament. He sent Long Xuhu to guard the gate while he went to report inside.