Chapter 120: Nezha Breaks Through to the Golden Immortal Realm

Jiang Yuan’s strength left Yun Yi feeling utterly ashamed, having previously underestimated the Human Emperor so greatly.

Who would have thought that, in the end, the real fool was himself?

Others shared similar sentiments to Yun Yi’s.

Zhang Kui had witnessed the King’s power firsthand. When he and the King confronted the South Sea Dragon King, the King had not truly engaged in battle—only employing some kind of drug.

Although the effect was remarkable, it had led Zhang Kui to a misconception; he thought the King’s strength was genuinely weak.

Only now did he realize that the King’s power had already surpassed his own.

Zhang Kui felt no disappointment, only excitement and exhilaration.

If the King possessed such strength, then the rumored cultivation restrictions on the so-called Human Emperor were simply baseless gossip!

The human race was not in decline!

Under the King’s leadership, humanity would surely reclaim its ancient pinnacle!

As expected of Jiang Yuan’s top lieutenant—his ideological consciousness was indeed elevated!

While everyone was stunned, unable to recover, Nezha cautiously approached Jiang Yuan and softly inquired, “Old Jiang, who is that Awei? How does he know so many techniques?”

Jiang Yuan cleared his throat twice, ignoring Nezha’s question, and instead looked at Yun Yi with a playful gaze. “Where is that confidence you showed before me just now?”

Yun Yi remained silent. Now that he had lost, any words were useless.

If one’s strength was inadequate, no amount of eloquence could help.

Jiang Yuan himself was somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected his power to reach this level.

Yun Yi, even in his late Golden Immortal stage, was no match for him; and since he defeated him so effortlessly, wouldn’t he be unstoppable at the Golden Immortal realm?

Jiang Yuan thought to himself that the Legendary Life and Death Divine Skill was indeed formidable.

“Since you’ve lost, answer my question,” Jiang Yuan said again.

Yun Yi looked at Jiang Yuan coldly. “What do you want to ask?”

“Where is Peach Mountain?” Jiang Yuan replied calmly.

“Do you really think I’d tell you?” Yun Yi sneered.

“Where is Peach Mountain? This is the second time I’m asking,” Jiang Yuan said, his tone perfectly composed, without a hint of impatience.

Yun Yi simply turned his head away. He didn’t believe the Human Emperor dared kill him.

He was the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Clan; killing him would be tantamount to declaring war on the Heavenly Clan. Humanity was struggling now—who would dare provoke the Heavenly Clan?

If this were the ancient age, Yun Yi would have obediently told the Human Emperor the location of Peach Mountain.

In fact, if it were the ancient age, it might not even be up to him to tell; perhaps the Heavenly Emperor himself would intervene.

Jiang Yuan’s lips curved slightly. He knew Yun Yi was betting on his reluctance to kill him—but was he really afraid to kill him?

The Xuanyuan Sword, which had rested on Yun Yi’s shoulder, shifted from one side to the other.

A head rolled to the ground.

Yun Yi’s expression didn’t even have time to react; his gaze remained full of contempt and confidence.

Jiang Yuan watched Yun Yi’s drifting soul and smiled slowly. “If you won’t tell me, do you think I won’t find out on my own?”

“I refuse to believe that all of your Heavenly Clan are as fearless as you!”

With that, Jiang Yuan swung the Xuanyuan Sword at Yun Yi’s terrified soul.

“Ding! Yun Yi eliminated. Tyrant points gained: 400. Current tyrant points: 487!”

“Let’s move on and continue searching,” Jiang Yuan said to the crowd, who wore various expressions.

They were nearing the core area of the Heavenly Clan.

At that moment, Yang Jian suddenly spoke up. “My King, I can now sense Mother’s location.”

Jiang Yuan glanced at Yang Jian with mild surprise but said nothing more. Some connection between bloodlines made such sensing normal.

Otherwise, Yun Yi wouldn’t have so quickly pinpointed his son’s whereabouts.

“Then you lead the way,” Jiang Yuan ordered.

Yang Jian nodded solemnly. For the King to go this far for him was rare; regardless of whether they could rescue his mother, Yang Jian felt compelled to serve the Great Shang faithfully.

If he couldn’t leave the Heavenly Clan this time, he resolved to die protecting the King.

With Yang Jian guiding them, the group no longer wandered blindly like headless flies. Soon, they arrived before a sparsely vegetated mountain peak.

“Dog System, is this Peach Mountain?” Jiang Yuan asked, addressing the system rather than Yang Jian.

After all, Yang Jian’s sensing was only an intuition; Jiang Yuan trusted the system’s judgment more.

“Yes,” the system responded succinctly.

“What about the meteorite?” Jiang Yuan asked curiously.

Wasn’t Peach Mountain said to be a meteorite fallen from the heavens? How could he only see a mountain peak?

“That mountain in front of you is it,” the system replied, its tone tinged with mockery.

Jiang Yuan was taken aback.

Good heavens, you call such a huge mountain a meteorite?

“Can we seize this Peach Mountain?” Jiang Yuan felt tempted. Such a massive natural treasure!

If they could split it and make other artifacts from it, wouldn’t it be a windfall?

“The system advises the host to abandon such unrealistic thoughts. If Peach Mountain could be stolen, it would not serve as a prison,” the system said.

That made sense. Jiang Yuan sighed inwardly, realizing his own lack of foresight.

Staring at Peach Mountain before him, Jiang Yuan grew increasingly agitated. If he couldn’t have it, then no one in the Heavenly Clan should!

“Nezha, what are you waiting for? Start splitting the mountain,” Jiang Yuan said, looking at Nezha.

Since the boy had nowhere else to expend his strength, let him vent it on Peach Mountain.

“Oh, okay,” Nezha nodded and swiftly flew to the summit.

“Chiu~”

The calls of several birds echoed, sounding like haunting melodies lingering at the ears.

Jiang Yuan watched the summit, where ten golden birds circled the peak.

Their continuous cries seemed to warn Jiang Yuan and his group not to approach Peach Mountain.

The closer Nezha got, the more dazzling the golden light on the birds became.

A scorching heat spread across the summit.

“So these are the ten Golden Immortal-level Golden Crows?” Jiang Yuan muttered to himself.

“You guessed correctly,” the system confirmed.

“How did you know I was guessing?” Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes.

Couldn’t I tell by their obvious traits?

Did this dog system look down on people?

Just as Jiang Yuan was about to angrily reprimand the system, Nezha flew back down from the summit.

“Weren’t you supposed to chop the mountain?” Jiang Yuan asked.

Nezha looked aggrieved. “It’s too hot.”

“You, a flesh-and-blood Golden Immortal prodigy, afraid of the heat?” Jiang Yuan found it amusing.

“But those beasts are all Golden Immortals!” Nezha retorted.

It was no wonder the Heavenly Clan was so formidable—Peach Mountain housed ten Golden Immortal-level Golden Crows.

Rumor had it these ten crows were sons of the Heavenly Emperor, though no one knew if it was true.

“I know what you’re thinking, kid,” Jiang Yuan scolded Nezha with a laugh, then lightly slapped his head.

“Ding! Transaction successful. Deducted 288 points. Current tyrant points: 199!”

Jiang Yuan traded with the system to elevate Nezha to the Golden Immortal realm.

Nezha was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic—he had broken through to Golden Immortal!