People in Conferred Gods: Rising from humble beginnings, I am the God of Wealth

Chapter 396 The Bright Moon Falls Over the Nine Provinces, Cleverly Breaking Lu Ya's Technique!
At the top of the mountain.

Nezha reached out and grabbed the straw figure made of witch bones from the altar, then grabbed the yellow talisman and was about to tear it off.

"Hmm? Why can't I get it off?"

Nezha frowned deeply. No matter how hard he tried, even when he mobilized all his Taiyi magic power, he still couldn't tear it off.

It remained perfectly still, as if the talisman had become one with the witch bone straw figure.

Even this seemingly fragile yellow talisman could not be harmed by Nezha in the slightest.

"This Daoist Lu Ya is really quite capable; this piece of junk is actually so hard."

Nezha scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

If he can't tear off this talisman, wouldn't all his preparations over the years have been in vain?
"How about... we steal this scarecrow and dump it in the Shang army camp?"

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Nezha rejected it. He knew without a doubt that if someone took something so important down the mountain, Lu Ya Daoist would definitely sense it.

Even taking out the altar might be discovered by Lu Ya Dao Ren, so clearly this method won't work.

"How about... we try to poke a hole in this talisman?"

Nezha took out his Fire-Tipped Spear and brandished it at the yellow talisman.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up the idea.

This witch bone straw figure is a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure. If it is attacked, Lu Ya Daoist will most likely also sense it.

This altar is not far from Lu Ya Dao Ren's camp. Once the Wu Gu Cao Ren is attacked, Lu Ya Dao Ren will probably be able to reach the altar in the next moment.

Nezha had just used all his strength but still couldn't tear off the yellow talisman. It was obviously impossible for him to forcibly destroy the talisman before Lu Ya arrived and leave this hill.

"This won't work, that won't work, what should I do..."

Nezha held the Fire-Tipped Spear and poked his head hard, his expression becoming increasingly distressed.

"correct!"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He put away the fire-tipped spear and placed the witch bone Taoist back on the altar.

"They say that a boy's urine has a miraculous effect in warding off evil spirits. This witch bone straw figure is dark and looks very sinister. Maybe if I pee on it, the talisman will fall off by itself."

While pondering, Nezha reached out to undo his belt.

Anyway, nothing will happen if I do this, and Lu Ya Dao Ren is unlikely to have any reaction to this pee, so I can only try it as a last resort.

Nezha had no other choice at this point. If all else failed, he could only tell Lady Shiji about it and have her report it to Yang Xuan, hoping to gain credit for his report.

But just as Nezha unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, a clear, cold female voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Your cultivation level is too low. Perhaps it will be possible when you reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, but it's probably not feasible now."

Upon hearing this, Nezha was startled and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. He then saw a stunningly beautiful fairy whose appearance was as cold and holy as her voice.

This person wore a star-studded crown, a plain gauze robe, a seven-star golden sword, and white jade pendants. Although his appearance was shrouded in endless moonlight, it was difficult to see clearly and to discern his true face.

Although we cannot see her true face, we can vaguely guess at her exquisitely beautiful face, which is not seen in the human world, from her Taoist aura and temperament.

However, Nezha had no time to pay attention to the person's appearance.

"Who...who are you?!"

Nezha hurriedly pulled up his pants and jumped backward.

Thankfully, I didn't pee, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stop...

Nezha felt somewhat relieved, and only then did he have the mind to continue observing the female immortal in front of him.

Although he had never met this female immortal, he had a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

This person has a cool and aloof temperament, just like the bright moon in the sky.

Before Nezha could think further, the female immortal glanced at him and chuckled softly, saying:

"I am the Lord of the Twelfth Month, the Moon. Have you ever heard of my name?"

"I've heard of it, of course I've heard of it."

Nezha nodded, thinking to himself, "No wonder she looks so familiar. So this is the December that Brother Xuanniu mentioned, one of the candidates for Master's wife."

With this quasi-saint right in front of him in December, Nezha dared not think too much, fearing that the other party might sense something. He pointed to the black scarecrow on the ground and said:
"Master... cough cough, senior, did you also come here for this thing?"

"Ah."

December nodded, giving Nezha a strange look. She felt that Nezha was thinking something rude, but there was nothing malicious about it.

But she didn't think much of it. The moon was high in the sky, and it wasn't difficult for her to know about Skull Mountain, since others didn't know about it.

She not only witnessed the battle at Skull Mountain, but also saw Nezha trying to leave the Chan Sect and become a disciple of Yang Xuan.

That's why she showed up at this time; otherwise, she planned to wait until no one was around before sending a projection to the altar to complete the task assigned by Yang Xuan.

That's right, the reason why December cast a projection here was because of Yang Xuan.

When Yang Xuan learned that Zhao Gongming had left the Netherworld, he summoned December and the others and gave them some instructions.

The task for December is to be performed at this altar.

Since Yang Xuan already knew about the Investiture of the Gods and knew that Zhao Gongming's journey to the Nine Provinces might result in his death and his spirit being listed on the list, how could he not take any measures?

Whether it was to preserve more of the Jie Sect's vitality and see if it could avoid or delay the arrival of the Dharma-ending Age, or to prevent Bixiao from entering the calamity, he had to protect Zhao Gongming's life.

However, Yang Xuan's purpose was only to secure a chance for Zhao Gongming to survive and save his life, but he did not intend to keep him safe or get involved in the Investiture of the Gods.

Saving Zhao Gongming's life was actually quite simple. According to the original timeline, it was Lu Ya Dao Ren who set up the altar and used the Seven Nail-Head Arrows, causing Jiang Ziya to worship for twenty-one days, resulting in his soul being scattered and his death.

The key to saving Zhao Gongming's life lies in the Seven Arrows of Nailhead; it only requires tampering with this technique.

The outcome of causing death by scattering one's soul can be changed to damage to the soul and spirit, or even to the soul leaving the body and being unable to return to the physical body, thus saving Zhao Gongming's life.

The Seven Arrows of Nailhead Great Divine Power was originally created by Di Jun. It is a secret technique of the demon race and cannot be known by anyone other than the high-ranking members of the demon race.

As luck would have it, December, being a demon princess, also knew this method, and her cultivation was higher than Lu Ya's, so changing the outcome of this method wouldn't be difficult for her.

Even in the end, Lu Ya would never discover this, and would only think that his spell had gone wrong, or that Jiang Ziya's luck was off.

In December, after recalling Yang Xuan's instructions, she extended her index finger and gently tapped out a beam of cool moonlight that fell into the talisman.

"Is this good?"

Nezha squatted on the ground, curiously examining the yellow talisman, his face full of confusion.

On the surface, the talisman paper looks exactly the same as before. Even if you examine it closely with your divine sense, you can't see any changes.

In his view, to break this spell, even if he didn't directly tear off the talisman, he should at least find a way to change its contents. By all accounts, it looked like a success.

But December is a quasi-saint, a powerful being. How could she possibly fail to break through this divine power if she personally took action? This puzzled Nezha greatly.

"Ah."

December nodded and said in a cool tone.

Since the goal was to secretly rescue Zhao Gongming, it was essential to leave no trace. Only someone like December, who understood the Seven Arrows of Nailhead and possessed quasi-saint cultivation, could accomplish this.

"This matter was arranged by the Emperor. Do not ask any more questions or do anything else. Just pretend you don't know anything about it. Do what you have done before and continue to do what you should do as a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect."

It was indeed the Emperor's arrangement!

Nezha suddenly realized and obediently stood up. Since it was the Emperor's arrangement, what problem could there be?
As for Yang Xuan's arrangements, he didn't ask any further questions; he would definitely listen to Yang Xuan's words.

"Then I'll head down the mountain to avoid these old guys discovering anything amiss. Goodbye, senior."

Nezha waved to December and walked towards the foot of the mountain while fastening his belt. Recalling the scene from before, he dared not stay with December any longer.

That's so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing! Thank goodness I didn't pee, or I would have been utterly humiliated...

Looking at Nezha's embarrassed appearance, December smiled knowingly. "The Moon Star hangs high in the sky. What kind of scene hasn't it seen?"
As one of the key subjects of observation in December, she recorded the scene of Nezha urinating side by side with Biyun and Caiyun when they were on Skull Mountain.

"If Nezha really becomes a disciple of Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan in the future, it would be quite interesting to present these precious videos as a congratulatory gift..."

December smiled, and with a flick of her sleeve, she captured a ray of moonlight, recording the scene before her figure blurred and disappeared into the mountaintop.

The illusions cast on the surrounding guards were also dispelled at this moment, and they returned to normal without any abnormalities occurring.

at the same time.

Having arrived outside the hill, Nezha suddenly shivered, feeling a strange sensation, as if someone was plotting against him but couldn't cause him any real harm.

He glanced at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and realized that the moonlight was particularly bright tonight.

"Could it be..."

Nezha's little face scrunched up, and after a moment of hesitation, he slipped back into his tent, pretending nothing had happened.

Since then, he has never urinated or bathed under the moonlight again.

As for the yellow talisman, Lu Ya would check it every now and then, but he found nothing unusual. On the contrary, his smile became brighter and brighter, looking forward to the scene of Zhao Gongming's death and disappearance more than a hundred years later.

In a way, Lu Ya and Taiyi Zhenren are destined to meet. One was betrayed by his own sister, and the other was betrayed by his beloved disciple. If they were to meet, they might lament that they had met too late...

Time flies, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Xiqi military camp.

As Wen Zhong watched Zhao Gongming remain unconscious, with the black aura on his face growing thicker and his life force dissipating, he grew increasingly anxious.

If Zhao Gongming only showed signs of impending death when he first fell into a coma, now he looks like he is about to die.

Three years later, Wen Zhong could sense that Zhao Gongming's condition was deteriorating, as if he would soon perish. He summoned Shen Gongbao and asked with a questioning look:

"Is Uncle-Master Zhao Gongming really alright?"

Shen Gongbao looked at Zhao Gongming on the bed and felt helpless. This was more than just being alright; he was clearly on the verge of death.

If Yang Xuan hadn't said "it's alright," he would have wanted to take Zhao Gongming back to Jin'ao Island and ask the Tongtian Sect Leader for help.

However, Yang Xuan had warned Shen Gongbao more than once that he did not want to be involved in the Investiture of the Gods and that he must not expose anything about himself.

After a moment of silence, Shen Gongbao shook his head.

“This is a tribulation in your life, senior brother. You cannot avoid it. If you can overcome it, it will greatly benefit your cultivation.”

"If we cannot overcome this, with the Investiture of the Gods, we will have another chance. Compared to other times, now is a better time."

Seeing Zhao Gongming's increasingly worse condition over the years, he guessed that Wen Zhong and other Jie Sect immortals would eventually question what he had said back then, and these were the excuses he had prepared.

He believed in Yang Xuan. If not that Yang Xuan was better than a sage, then in his mind, Yang Xuan's planning in certain areas was even comparable to that of a sage.

Moreover, Yang Xuan would never harm Zhao Gongming.

That's enough!

"Are we just supposed to watch?"

Wen Zhong frowned even more deeply, his words tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Perhaps... we should talk to the Three Immortals about Uncle Gongming again, or I should ask our master for help in coming up with a solution."

"No need!"

Upon hearing the name "Sanxiao," Shen Gongbao's heart was filled with alarm. Anyone else could know about this, but not Sanxiao.

If Bixiao knew that Zhao Gongming had been bullied in the Nine Provinces, wouldn't she come over with the Golden Dragon Scissors to kill him? That won't do.
Whoosh—!
But before he could think of what to say next, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in from nowhere, echoing throughout the tent.

next moment.

Under the watchful eyes of Shen Gongbao, Wen Zhong, and others, Zhao Gongming's soul floated out of his body and hovered above him.

The black death energy within Zhao Gongming's body also drifted out from the Baihui point on the top of his head, wrapping around Zhao Gongming's soul, preventing it from regaining its clarity and returning to its physical body.

Strangely, as Zhao Gongming's soul and death aura drifted out, Zhao Gaoming's physical body began to rapidly regain its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Zhao Gongming's soul did not seem to show any signs of dissipation due to the entanglement of these deathly energies.

Aside from the fact that Zhao Gongming's soul could neither regain its clarity nor return to his body, there seemed to be no other problems.

But it's not good for the soul to be constantly exposed and unable to regain its clarity!

Wen Zhong, Shen Gongbao, and the others were both happy and worried. They immediately used their soul-summoning magic to try to bring Zhao Gongming's soul into their bodies and solve the problem of his exposed soul first.

But no matter what supernatural powers they used, even if they summoned Shi Ji and other Great Immortals, they still could not bring their souls into their bodies.

This unexpected turn of events left them frowning, unsure of what to do.

Wen Zhong and the others felt that they should tell their senior brothers in the sect, or even the Tongtian Sect Leader, about this.

Although Zhao Gongming is not yet dead, his soul is exposed. If attacked, he may be annihilated, which is extremely dangerous.

Shen Gongbao, however, disagreed, claiming that Zhao Gongming should no longer be in danger of falling.

Strangely, Shi Ji also agreed with Shen Gongbao's idea, thinking that it was best to wait and see.

Just as the two sides were arguing, powerful fluctuations came from outside the Shang army camp. When they went out to look, they saw a group of Chan Sect immortals coming over.

But to their surprise, before the immortals of the Chan Sect even arrived at the military camp, another strange event occurred.

(End of this chapter)