Chapter 80: The King of Brawls!

Nezha was somewhat curious about Jiang Yuan’s attitude.

“Why are you so agitated?”

“Why do you care so much? Just tell me where he is.” Jiang Yuan waved his hand dismissively.

“How should I know? I escaped, not returned victorious,” Nezha said, rolling his eyes.

Jiang Yuan was taken aback, then said, “At least tell me where you saw him, is that too much to ask?”

“I don’t remember. How could I? I never remember the path,” Nezha crossed his arms and pouted.

To lose a fight and not receive any comfort, and then to see the one who beat him cared for so much—how could Nezha feel at ease?

Jiang Yuan examined Nezha’s attitude and shook his head. It seemed fate would have him miss Yang Jian this time. If he pressed further, Nezha might grow resentful and the two could fall out.

Thinking this through, Jiang Yuan continued on his way. He would inevitably meet whom he was meant to meet, though he worried their next encounter might be as foes.

“Old Jiang, did you do something to this treasure? Why does it work in your hands but stop working after I play with it for a bit?” Nezha grumbled, pursing his lips in discontent.

Jiang Yuan, hearing Nezha speak to him of his own accord, smiled. It seemed the boy’s earlier anger had dissipated.

“Of course I know how to use my treasure,” Jiang Yuan replied as if it were obvious.

“Oh, then when you give it to me in the future, you must teach me all its secrets. Otherwise, it’ll be useless in my hands,” Nezha reminded him.

“Hand it over so you can cause more trouble?” Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“I’ve grown up. I won’t stir up trouble anymore,” Nezha argued, hands on his hips.

“Yes, growing up is truly remarkable,” Jiang Yuan sighed.

He wondered if Nezha would ever truly grow up in this life, or remain forever a child as he had heard.

“Of course! That guy only bested me because he’s older. Otherwise, I’d have knocked his teeth out!” Nezha clenched his fists fiercely.

“That guy—which guy?” Jiang Yuan asked, feigning ignorance.

Nezha glared at Jiang Yuan and replied, “The one you wanted to ask me about earlier—Yang Jian. When I’m stronger, I’ll give him a good beating!”

“Oh, but aren’t you forgetting that you started it?” Jiang Yuan said flatly.

“I started it, so he gets to beat me? I’m just a kid; why is he picking on a child?” Nezha protested.

Jiang Yuan hit the brakes again. The Lamborghini soaring through the sky came to a halt.

Outside, Zhang Kui was puzzled. Why did the king keep stopping and starting? Was Nezha driving again?

But he dared not voice any complaints, dutifully waiting outside.

Nezha looked at Jiang Yuan, curious. “Old Jiang, what are you doing?”

“There’s a principle I think you ought to hear,” Jiang Yuan said, his face solemn.

Nezha waved a hand dismissively. “I hate principles—don’t bother.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan opened Nezha’s car door and said coldly, “If you won’t listen, then get out. Go wherever you please!”

It was the first time Nezha had seen Jiang Yuan, always so forgiving, adopt such an attitude toward him. For a moment, he was at a loss.

He realized he must have angered Jiang Yuan somehow and became instantly obedient.

With a plaintive tone, he said, “Whatever principle you have, just say it. I’ll listen.”

Jiang Yuan’s expression softened a little. “Do you think I’m an easygoing person?”

“Am I?” Nezha replied uncertainly.

He hadn’t met many people, given his age, but Jiang Yuan had always been good to him. Aside from a rough first meeting, Jiang Yuan had never shown anger.

Jiang Yuan merely shook his head and said, “That’s not the reality. I am not an easygoing man.”

“Otherwise, your parents wouldn’t treat me with such respect, even fear. Ask anyone in the world; even if they’re dissatisfied with me, how many dare show it to my face?”

“Do you know why?”

Nezha shook his head honestly. “How would I know?”

Jiang Yuan closed the car door and declared grandly, “Because I am the Emperor of Humankind.”

“And do you know why I treat you differently?”

“Because I… look cute?” Nezha replied meekly.

“…”

“Well, perhaps. I’ll let you in on a secret—you were someone I greatly admired in the past,” Jiang Yuan said.

“Me? What’s there to admire? I cause trouble every day. If anyone admires me, that’s bizarre,” Nezha replied, scratching his head in embarrassment.

These words made him feel awkward.

“When someone becomes truly fearless, they are worthy of everyone’s admiration,” Jiang Yuan mused.

Nezha’s eyes lit up. “Old Jiang, do you mean it’s good that I know how to fight?”

Jiang Yuan gave up entirely on explaining. So, if I say you’re fearless, you take pride in fighting?

“We’ve strayed too far. What I want to say is—you can’t use being a child as an excuse to do as you please. If your master hasn’t taught you, and your parents haven’t had time, then I shall teach you,” Jiang Yuan said gravely.

“But if I can beat them, why shouldn’t I be a little arrogant?” Nezha asked, curious.

“And what if you can’t beat them?” Jiang Yuan retorted.

Nezha waved a hand dismissively. “If I can’t, I’ll fight anyway and see what happens.”

“…”

Is your head made of iron? Are you a reincarnated honey badger?

“That’s not how it works. If everyone believed strength alone justified their actions, what need would there be for rules?” Jiang Yuan guided patiently.

“So I shouldn’t fight at all?” Nezha grumbled.

Jiang Yuan realized his mistake—he’d tried to reason with this fighting-obsessed oddball.

He now felt rather odd himself.

What nonsense! All you know is fighting? Maybe you should abandon the title of Third Prince and be known as King of Brawls!

“I have only one request, no matter whom you fight, win or lose, never use your age as an excuse. If you can’t manage that, then as I said, go wherever you want,” Jiang Yuan said, taking a deep breath.

“Fine, don’t say it, then. My strength is about to break through anyway—I’ll get my revenge soon!” Nezha said with a haughty expression.

Jiang Yuan was startled. Was this what it meant to be a peerless genius, or did Nezha’s fighting actually increase his cultivation?

Poor him, a cultivation failure, with his realm capped by a sage…

Wait! Jiang Yuan suddenly realized his cultivation limit had vanished. Father Shennong had unsealed his meridians!

He quickly tried to cultivate.

To his delight, after running the Genesis Life-Death Divine Technique, not only could he cultivate, but the speed was impressive!

Of course, he had no idea how his speed compared to others, but meditating endlessly was dull. Better to rely on exchanging Tyrant Points with the dog system to advance.

Knowing he could cultivate again was enough. For now, heading toward Xiqi was the priority.