CHAPTER 423: CHAPTER 405: SUBSEQUENT ARRANGEMENTS_2

Moreover, the entire person had lost the most crucial part of her divinity.

"Still can’t forget Zeus?"

Hera noticed Nezha’s arrival but didn’t particularly react. Having experienced death once, she realized there wasn’t much left that she cared about.

"She never loved me. How could I possibly not forget him? It’s just that life feels meaningless."

Life feels meaningless? How do you even fix that?

Nezha pondered for a moment and said, "I seem to recall you’re rather fond of children, aren’t you? How about I arrange for you to become the Childbirth Lady?"

Upon hearing mention of babies, Hera’s interest was piqued. She glanced at Nezha and asked, "I won’t be required to nurse them too, will I?"

*Cough, cough!*

That statement immediately made Nezha feel awkward. Regardless, Hera regained some vitality in her expression. After leaving behind some Immortal Pills for her, Nezha departed. Her divine origin had been all but drained by Zeus back then, making walking the immortal path no different from choosing a dead end. Going forward, she’d have to continue on the path of the Divine Dao instead.

After settling this matter, Nezha moved on to arrange the human population of the Greek World. This was a cause-and-effect situation he had stirred up himself, making it impossible to keep them trapped indefinitely in his teacher’s Mountain and River Map. The optimal solution Nezha could think of was placing them in the West.

Although barren, the West had vast lands and sparse populations. In time, as the Qi Fortune between East and West interconnected, it would gradually grow prosperous. Besides, this setup would also serve as preparation for Journey to the West. It wouldn’t do for the four disciples to end up having to survive in a wasteland while retrieving scriptures, would it?

Nezha transformed into a rainbow and arrived at Lingshan. Lingshan remained unchanged; no matter how poor the West might be, Lingshan was never short on resources.

Old Li and his wife were visibly relieved upon seeing Nezha return safely.

Afterward, they began discussing proper arrangements. The population from the Greek World wasn’t particularly large in Primordial terms, but for the current Buddhist Sect, it was a considerable fortune.

Due to the lingering demonic qi from the ancient Dao-Demon War, the West was inherently unstable. The population Nezha placed down would require divine protection. Of course, this task wouldn’t come for free—those who sheltered the population would take the lion’s share of incense offerings in the region. For the currently impoverished Buddhist Sect, this was undeniably great news.

Nezha didn’t involve himself in the specifics of allocation, leaving the matter to Old Li. Compared to this, arranging for Metis to soak in the Eight Treasures Merit Spring Water was an insignificant matter.

With Buddhism’s nature, when Metis eventually transfigured, she would likely remain in Lingshan as a Bodhisattva, which wasn’t necessarily a bad outcome.

Companies established by Saints were as upright as could be in the Primordial world, perfectly legitimate.

Once the tasks were delegated, Nezha adhered to his ’might as well, since I’m already here’ philosophy, taking the opportunity to snatch a few Divine Skills from the Buddhist Sect—for future lessons with his junior sisters, naturally.

The Buddhist Sect’s teaching style resembled university open lectures. The two Saints didn’t mind Nezha appropriating their techniques, given that practicing Buddhist Divine Skills required a baseline cultivation in Buddhist Law. If Nezha truly immersed himself in practice, they’d only be delighted.

It had to be said, this was exclusive to Buddhism; the Chan Sect’s management of techniques was notoriously strict. Should you happen upon an Immortal Law by the roadside, your best course of action would be to pretend you didn’t see it. Otherwise, if your Qi Fortune were insufficient, you’d end up paying for it with your life later.

Upon returning to Lishan Academy, Nezha found that construction was virtually complete. He hastily organized an opening ceremony, inviting Lishan Old Mother, the academy’s headmaster, to give a few remarks, followed by Hecate, a representative of the new students, to deliver a speech. With that, the academy was officially inaugurated.

The old lady surveyed the young girls in their uniform-style ruqun attire. Combined with the grand and dignified academical setting, she appeared deeply satisfied. After the ceremony, she happily offered Nezha generous praise.

For now, the academy was offering only three courses: Geography, Humanities, and Cultivation, all taught by Nezha.

For Geography, Nezha directly created a simplified Primordial model, explaining everything from the macro level to increasingly finer details. Humanities followed Geography; if Primordial society were a pyramid, Nezha began lectures by outlining from the apex downward.

As for why the base wasn’t covered? That, they would experience for themselves once exposed to society later on—there was no need for Nezha to explain.

To be frank, the vast majority of these students would encounter only a fraction of people at the pinnacle of power during their time in the academy—experiences unlikely to be replicated in their lifetimes.

The Cultivation Scripture chosen for instruction was the Yellow Court Scripture, the very one Nezha had initially studied. As an introductory guide to cultivation, this scripture stood timeless; reading it at any stage would provide insights.

For beginners of Immortal Dao, it offered foundational Magic Skills. For Profound Immortals and True Immortals, it opened new doors of enlightenment. Even Daluo and Quasi-Saints could find spiritual nourishment and refinement through it.

And so, Nezha continued teaching his junior sisters at Lishan Academy while recuperating from his injuries. Life wasn’t bad, though the only issue might be being a bit too popular. These Greeks seemed far more uninhibited compared to Primordial female immortals.

A special mention went to Hecate—this one was practically a knowledge maniac. Every opportunity she had to see Nezha, she’d follow him around with a book in her arms. Her obsession wasn’t romantic but intellectual—an insatiable thirst for learning.

Nezha was starting to regret his earlier encouragement to ask questions whenever needed. Hecate took him seriously—treating him like a living encyclopedia, constantly "pressing where uncertain."

Of course, if Nezha truly wanted to dodge her, she wouldn’t be able to find him anyway.

That day, Nezha’s thoughts shifted as he sensed subtle changes in the Great Tang’s Qi Fortune. He calculated and pinpointed it to a young girl—the reincarnated jade bracelet whom the Queen Mother had arranged for Daji to deliver, Yang Yuhuan.

Nezha immediately realized there was drama to watch; the Queen Mother and No-Life Old Mother—two Great Experts—were about to engage in divine confrontation.

Pulling out the Magic Mirror confiscated from Tu Xingsun, he addressed it: "Mirror, mirror, who will be the next Saint in the Primordial world?"

The Mirror Spirit, having materialized into a silver-haired beauty, was ready to flatter her master but froze directly upon hearing the question.

Should I know this? Could I know this? Maybe just smash me now!

My last few masters fell to their doom dabbling in demonic transformation, and here you are—the true demon in disguise.

"Err, Master, please don’t make this hard for me. You are so wise, brilliant, unparalleled, handsome, and charming—all-knowing and all-seeing. Surely, you alone know the answer to this question. Could you spare your humble servant this burden?"

Nezha solemnly nodded. "Though you’re quite dim, you are still an honest mirror with a discerning eye."

"Stream the Great Tang’s Yang Family for me."

"Right away, Master. This Mirror is at your service!"

The pitch-black Magic Mirror hovered in front of Nezha and began projecting rapidly shifting images. Soon, it locked onto the Great Tang and zoomed in on the Yang Family’s residence in Chang’an. Within the frame appeared a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old, stunningly beautiful young girl.

This Magic Mirror, capable only of projecting images and captivating minds, was a Magical Treasure whose abilities Nezha rarely needed. He had once sought advice from his teacher Nuwa, who used broadcast inspiration from Hao Tian’s Heavenly Observation Mirror to forge the Heavenly Patrol Mirror. Passing on the skill to Nezha, Nuwa helped him refine the Magic Mirror into the renamed Patrol Mirror.

Whether or not Hao Tian might pursue royalties remains unknown—but who cares? Whether pirated or original, if it works, it works!

At that moment, Nuwa herself was watching Nezha’s stream through her Heavenly Observation Mirror, witnessing him broadcast through his Patrol Mirror.

After examining the Patrol Mirror closely, she remarked to Qingluan: "That young Nezha’s craftsmanship isn’t bad. Not only has he replicated about fifty to sixty percent of functionality, but the intelligence upgrade is intriguing. What do you think? Should I reforge the Heavenly Observation Mirror too?"

Qingluan felt the Goddess was merely looking for excuses to tinker. Adjusting channels required only a wave of her hand, after all.

Without awaiting a reply from Qingluan, Nuwa dismissively added, "Never mind, it sounds bothersome. Xiaoqing, change the angle for me!"

Hurriedly, Qingluan shifted the Heavenly Observation Mirror’s perspective to a suitable position for Nuwa’s comfortable viewing—while silently cursing inwardly.

Do you really need reforging? This isn’t artificial intelligence—it’s bird-intelligence-powered already!

Meanwhile, Yang Yuhuan was entirely unaware that she had become the focal point of several major figures, unwittingly becoming the Primordial world’s latest live-stream sensation.