The people behind him unanimously drew their swords, and there was indeed a certain aura about it. But what kind of scene hadn't Nezha seen before? He continued to watch Old Black Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong stopped the soldiers behind him, giving Deng Chanyu a look. Deng Chanyu, understanding the signal, dismounted and checked on the deputy general, finding him merely passed out, seemingly from heatstroke. But fainting from just a glance in such cold weather was too ridiculous, wasn't it?

She shook her head at Master Wen, indicating that everything was fine, and Wen Zhong felt relieved.

"Daoist Friend, I am currently leading my troops back to the court. I wonder if you could accompany me. If there truly are demons in the court, I will surely exterminate them!"

"Very well."

With that, he pointed at the white cloud beside him, which transformed into a celestial crane to serve as a temporary mount, following Old Black Master Wen from behind.

"Continue marching."

"Continue marching!"

Nezha, ignoring the curious glances of others, sat cross-legged on the celestial crane with his eyes closed in meditation, but in truth, he was unleashing his Heavenly Vision, Heavenly Ear, Destiny Communication, and Telepathy to gather information about this world.

He could only determine now that this seemed to be some kind of Sealing God World, and there was an unknown Demon God he dared not provoke. Hence, he cautiously extended his investigation into the Mortal World. Soon, with all the information integrated, Nezha gained a general understanding of the place.

Weak, it's truly too weak. This doesn't seem like a mature world at all; the so-called Divine Enthronement is nothing but a farce. Take Wen Zhong for instance; he's got some skills, but not much really.

And he really wanted to ask, why do your eyes look like that?

Doesn't your world's Jie Sect have any basic sense of aesthetics?

This is like a beggar's version of a Sealing God World, and for a moment, Nezha couldn't figure out the purpose of the Demon God's transformation of this world. Is he a cosplaying Demon God who likes to role-play?

Nezha, being a veteran of quests, decided that since he couldn't understand, he'd just go along with the plot for now.

He traveled with the Yin Shang Army, standing out somewhat in the sea of dark soldiers with his True Immortal aura, which also puzzled the soldiers. They had heard their Grandmaster was also an Immortal, so why was there such a big difference?

After mingling for a few days, Nezha understood some relationships and realized that the tomboyish fellow with dead fish eyes beside him was actually Deng Chanyu!

Deng Chanyu was known inside and out, to the point of being thoroughly familiar, but this one was unfamiliar!

Holding back laughter, he sneakily took out the Memory Stone to record this Deng Chanyu's image, planning to show it to his version of Deng Chanyu later.

Deng Chanyu had the image of a tomboyish female general, very aloof towards outsiders, but that changed for some. If someone was handsome enough, they could see her proactive side, like Nezha.

Deng Chanyu, having been on campaigns with Master Wen in Beihai at the age of eight, had seen all kinds of rough men in the army. Though claiming deep love might be an exaggeration, the person before her was indeed different from other men.

Occasionally, when the army stopped to cook, she'd approach coldly as if unintentionally, "Brother, want some?"

Having fought all her life, she didn't understand how to interact with the opposite sex, let alone one she fancied.

Nezha, half-smiling, said, "I attained the Dao since Ancient Times, back when Witches and Demons battled. How could a little girl barely twenty call me brother?"

Deng Chanyu looked at Nezha, who appeared like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, realizing he was likely older than even Master Wen.

Maybe he was lacking fatherly love from a young age?

Deng Chanyu wasn't particularly averse to that idea, but unfortunately, Nezha had no interest in her. Moreover, he didn't have a Deng Chanyu collecting obsession. This Deng Chanyu seemed aloof like a distant flower, but was really just a naive young girl.

"Um, so want to eat?"

"No."

Deng Chanyu, feeling frustrated, turned coldly and walked away.

...

After three more months, Nezha rarely interacted with people here, simply cultivating and probing the world's rules, assessing how much power he could wield here.

The army finally reached Chaoge after three months. Nezha, sitting on the celestial crane, collected the general information of Chaoge City from afar, and could only describe it as chaotic.

The architectural style was chaotic, interpersonal relations were chaotic, and people's hearts were even more chaotic.

Logically, the Divine Enthronement should just be starting, with Yin Shou enjoying the position of Human King still suppressing everything, but now Chaoge was overrun with demon energy, the people's hearts were divided, and at this level, the King Wu from his world could have taken Chaoge in three days.

Nezha remained silent, continuing to be a spectator. He didn't act because he wanted to find the Hongmeng Purple Qi and feared alerting the Demon God. If Nezha's guess was correct, the world's will should be the Demon God's will, though it's unknown what his purpose with the Divine Enthronement was, or if he was just being erratic.

He accompanied Wen Zhong into the court, wanting to see Yin Shou up close. What he saw left him speechless — a dead body flowing with a living person's blood. Wasn't this a zombie?

The fox beside him, still retaining its wild nature, was obviously Daji. Did he really need a Daoist to see this? Even a blind man would know this was a fox spirit.

This world's Old Black Wen Zhong was obviously also a stubborn mule, intending to slay demons in front of all the civil and military officials, but Yin Shou's words left Nezha astonished.

"Grandmaster, don't be ridiculous. This is clearly a symbol of our Great Shang's auspiciousness!"

This isn't Great Shang's auspiciousness; this is your fortune, isn't it?

Nezha was speechless with shock, and Wen Zhong wasn't much better, removing his official hat in resignation. "I'm done!"

This world's Old Black Wen Zhong once again overturned Nezha's perception. A loyal minister entrusted through three generations, amidst reckless demons around the young master and rebels outside, this Great Shang's Sea Stabilizing Treasure says he quits?

Illusion Technique! It must be an Illusion Technique!

As it turned out, Illusion Techniques require logic, but reality doesn't. Nezha lowered his presence, not even glanced at by Yin Shou, took a stroll around, and left...

The main feature here is 'casual.'

Yin Shou didn't ignore the young man beside Master Wen, but he couldn't bother with any prince-upbringing plan anymore, as he only sought revenge against Xiqi!

Wen Zhong had resigned, but Yin Shou knew only Wen Zhong's campaign could clearly defeat Xiqi. But how could he force him to campaign?

He turned his gaze to the big fool Deng Chanyu, and with some grand speech about the already deceased Deng Jiugong and Deng Xiu, along with some emotional appeal, the big fool Deng Chanyu marched proudly to campaign against Xiqi.

Before leaving, she even set a flag.

"I, Deng Chanyu, will surely campaign against Ji Fa, or else die to apologize!"

No matter how bravely she spoke, Yin Shou didn't really believe in this girl. His aim was to provoke Wen Zhong into fighting. Deng Chanyu had campaigned with Wen Zhong in Beihai since eight, fighting for ten years, more daughter than daughter.

Nezha was sitting in the residence playing chess with Old Black Wen Zhong, taking a glance to see the spirited Deng Chanyu leading her troops away.

"Aren't you worried?"

"The young mustn't live under wings forever."

Wen Zhong asked in return, "Daoist Friend, what is your aim in the end?"

Nezha cheerfully placed a piece on the board, "Eradicating demons. That fox demon has already exhausted its cultivation to turn Yin Shou into a corpse. Killing it or not makes no difference. Better watch some more excitement."

He then waved his hand, gathering mana into a water flow forming a mirror, showing Deng Chanyu's image. He just wanted to see how crazy this Sealing God World could get.

After all, one reason for his perfect disposition is to keep himself entertained!

Old Black Wen Zhong remained silent. After all, he was from a noble lineage and had seen all kinds of Immortals, including those who loved watching drama. He was afraid he'd become part of it.

For Nezha, sitting across, understanding the old man's thoughts was clear. Some things were destined, like the old man unable to let go of Deng Chanyu or the Yin Shang. His campaign was only a matter of time.