Chapter Fifty-One: I Chose the Right Person!

Jiang Yuan was stunned when he heard this voice.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether to comfort Nezha or respond to the dog system.

This dog system actually knew how to assign tasks now?

In the end, Jiang Yuan decided to set aside the task for now and have a word with the dog system.

“Dog system, come out for a moment. You can assign tasks now?” Jiang Yuan asked in surprise.

“What’s so surprising about that? Have you forgotten the first task the system gave you?” the system replied coldly.

“Didn’t you say there was only one task?” Jiang Yuan frowned. He’d originally had just the one mission to oppose the Saints, and now, out of nowhere, there was this additional quest to subdue Nezha. Did the system really take him for some hired lackey?

“There’s only one main quest. Other side quests are triggered randomly,” the system explained.

“Is there any punishment for failing a quest?” Jiang Yuan asked, a bit curious.

“Not receiving the reward, does that count? Hidden quests and main quests alike have no time limit, so to put it simply, there’s no punishment.”

“Why is subduing Nezha worth so many Tyrant Points?” Jiang Yuan was baffled by this.

After all, even killing Nezha wouldn’t earn him five hundred Tyrant Points—how could a hidden quest offer such a generous reward?

“You’ll understand in time. Nezha is not as simple as you think.”

“Dog system, I advise you to stop assigning me so many tasks!” Jiang Yuan growled.

“.....”

Jiang Yuan waited a while and realized that the dog system had logged off without so much as a goodbye! Truly a dog!

After exiting his conversation with the system, Jiang Yuan’s gaze toward Nezha had completely changed. Now, his eyes were filled with calculation.

He couldn’t help it—this was a living, breathing thousand Tyrant Points standing before him!

“Nezha, what do you think of my crown prince, Yin Jiao?” Jiang Yuan struck up another conversation with Nezha.

“You mean that kid I fought with?” Nezha recalled.

“That’s right,” Jiang Yuan nodded.

“He’s pretty strong, but still a notch below me. If Zhang Kui hadn’t interfered, I’d have beaten him already,” Nezha insisted.

Jiang Yuan looked at Nezha with a meaningful gaze, saying nothing. If he hadn’t witnessed the fight himself, he might have believed him.

If Zhang Kui hadn’t stepped in, Nezha would likely have been even more seriously injured—both young men were hotheaded and reckless.

Yin Jiao wouldn’t have held back just because Nezha was a fellow disciple. By the time Zhang Kui intervened, Nezha was already at a clear disadvantage.

“Do you know who his master is?” Jiang Yuan asked.

“Isn’t he my uncle, Guang Chengzi?” Nezha replied offhandedly.

“You knew, yet you still fought so fiercely?” Jiang Yuan was surprised. He’d thought Nezha would show some consideration for his fellow disciple.

Both were outstanding among the third generation disciples of the Chan Sect; they ought to have crossed paths before.

“Normally, my master keeps me from competing with my peers. Now that I finally ran into one, of course I couldn’t let him go,” Nezha said matter-of-factly.

“How is your master Taiyi Zhenren’s relationship with Guang Chengzi?”

“It’s probably not great. I rarely see my uncle come to Golden Light Cave, and my master seldom visits him either. Otherwise, I’d have fought Yin Jiao long ago instead of waiting until now.”

This gave Jiang Yuan some useful information—it seemed the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect weren’t as harmonious as he’d thought. The higher one’s position, the greater the conflict of interest.

Perhaps this could be used to his advantage in the future.

For now, though, all he could do was think about it. After all, the Twelve Golden Immortals were at least at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level—far beyond his reach for the time being.

Besides, he might not even need to deal with the Chan Sect himself. When the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods truly erupted, the Jie Sect, led by the Lord of Heaven, would be on his side!

The Jie Sect had many disciples, after all, practicing without discrimination. While their top fighters might not compare to the Chan Sect, their numbers certainly did.

Moreover, when it came to increasing his strength, his stockpile of Tyrant Points was no joke. Though he only had a pitiful thirty-seven right now, Jiang Yuan wasn’t worried about earning more in the future.

As long as there was war, he would rake in Tyrant Points by the handful; perhaps he wouldn’t even need any help to become a Saint himself!

He couldn’t let his imagination run wild—he had the feeling that becoming a Saint would require far more than just Tyrant Points.

“Old Jiang? Are you daydreaming?” Nezha called, snapping Jiang Yuan from his reverie.

Jiang Yuan snapped back to his senses and looked at Nezha in surprise. How did this kid know I was just daydreaming?

“It’s nothing. I was just wondering how much farther we have to go to reach the Eastern Yi border,” Jiang Yuan said, making up an excuse.

“Hey, isn’t that it right ahead?” Nezha pointed forward.

Jiang Yuan followed Nezha’s finger and sure enough, there was a massive ravine like a natural moat, beyond which endless black mist roiled, obscuring everything.

This had to be the land of the Ghost and Wu tribes—Eastern Yi.

Seeing this natural chasm, Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but marvel. It was practically a natural Great Wall!

On this side of the chasm was the garrison camp of the Shang army, but Jiang Yuan wasn’t in a hurry to head for the camp. Instead, he stopped and looked quietly at Nezha.

“What are you staring at me for? Didn’t you want to see Grand Preceptor Wen? Go on, go down,” Nezha said, puzzled by Jiang Yuan’s hesitation.

“Aren’t you coming?” Jiang Yuan asked.

“Of course I am, but you have to go down first. How else am I supposed to follow?” Nezha said, baffled.

“What I mean is, aren’t you planning to escape now that your power’s back?”

“So you noticed?”

“Mm. Your magic power has completely recovered,” Jiang Yuan said, his gaze complicated.

On the one hand, he genuinely liked Nezha. On the other, Nezha was tied to his hidden task—an entire thousand Tyrant Points!

If Nezha truly intended to leave, Jiang Yuan wouldn’t be able to stop him easily—their relationship seemed pretty good for now, after all.

But if Nezha really tried to go, Jiang Yuan would have to act.

If the system was offering a thousand Tyrant Points for subduing Nezha, it meant Nezha’s secrets ran deeper than they appeared.

Letting him return home would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountains—definitely not something Jiang Yuan wanted to see.

So, he decided to resolve this matter before meeting Grand Preceptor Wen.

Just then, Nezha asked a little awkwardly, “If I were to leave, would you give me back the treasures you took from me?”

“I can return them to you,” Jiang Yuan replied, his face growing cold.

He’d thought there was some camaraderie between them, but Nezha was already asking for his treasures back. Clearly, Jiang Yuan had misjudged him!

Without hesitating, Jiang Yuan retrieved Nezha’s treasures from his storage space and handed them over: the Fire-tipped Spear, the Universe Ring, the Wind Fire Wheels...

Nezha accepted them calmly, and Jiang Yuan turned away, ultimately deciding not to act against Nezha. But if they met again, they would surely be enemies.

“What are you standing there for? Get driving,” Nezha urged.

“Haven’t you recovered enough to fly? Walk yourself—do you really expect me to give you a ride?” Jiang Yuan retorted coldly.

“When did I say I was leaving?” Nezha replied with a grin.

“Then why did you ask for your treasures?” Jiang Yuan was puzzled.

“How am I supposed to fight without them? This is the Eastern Yi border, full of Wu and Ghost tribes. Am I supposed to fight barehanded? Besides, you haven’t given me this Lamborghini yet. Why would I leave?” Nezha replied, perfectly justified.

Jiang Yuan stared at him, then suddenly burst out laughing, tousling Nezha’s double topknots. It seemed he hadn’t misjudged him after all!

“You little rascal still have some conscience. I’ll keep my word—when you’re grown, this Lamborghini will be your coming-of-age gift,” Jiang Yuan said, looking at Nezha with a touch of fondness.