Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Roar!"

The feeling of something stuck in its throat made the tiger roar, its jaw muscles clenching tightly.

However, no matter how hard the tiger tried, it could not close its jaws and crush Jingming!

"Zhu'er!!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao's father couldn't help but shout out in delight.

"Father, get out of the way at once!"

"I'm going to push!"

Jingming, who was being held in the tiger's mouth, glanced back at Zhao's father and grinned as he shouted.

At the same time, the wisp of divine mask that was wrapped around Jingming's hair also echoed everyone's emotions, transforming into a cinnabar mole between Jingming's eyebrows.

You pray for a hero to come, then I am the hero!

"upbraid!"

Strands of radiant energy, originating from the cinnabar mark between the eyebrows, spread outwards towards Jingming.

At the same time, Jingming leaped out of the tiger's mouth and stomped down hard.

With his own strength combined with the power of the "god," he grabbed the tiger's chin with both hands and slammed it to the ground.

"Nezha!"

"It's Nezha!"

"Could Young Master Zhao be the reincarnation of Nezha?!"

The crowd screamed and fled from the place where Jingming had subdued the tiger. The mules around them were also frightened by the noise and commotion caused by the tiger and Jingming.

"Roar!!"

Faced with Jingming's heavy blow, the ferocious tiger only experienced a brief moment of dizziness.

However, by the time it came to its senses, Jingming had already appeared on the tiger's back in the form of Nezha with three heads and six arms.

How ferocious a man-eating tiger, standing one zhang tall and three zhang long!

Sensing Jingming on its back, it rolled over and crashed into the rocks beside it.

"Zhu'er!!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao's father couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, wishing he could run over and replace Jingming.

With a pounce, a bite, and a tail lash, the ferocious tiger had used almost all of its attack methods.

"You've run out of tricks!!"

A clear voice called out from among the trembling rocks.

roar~~

Then came the shrill roar of the ferocious tiger.

As the smoke cleared, a scene worthy of reverence appeared before everyone.

Jingming, with his three heads and six arms, rode on the back of the evil tiger.

Of its six arms, one hand tightly gripped a demon-binding rope, which wrapped around the tiger's neck twice, tightening more and more as the tiger struggled!

The other five arms, the demon-slaying sword and the demon-chopping knife, were already embedded in the tiger's body, with only the hilts sticking out.

The demon-subduing pestle struck the tiger's head incessantly, producing a dull, drum-like sound.

The embroidered ball and the fire wheel were held high, emitting a bright red light, making Jingming appear like a god or demon.

Bloodshed, violence, ferocious tigers, and holiness—these elements combined truly make him a wicked Nezha!

Ouch! !

With a final, piercing scream, the ferocious tiger, tightly bound by Jingming, fell completely silent.

"You wretched beast, how dare you try to deceive me like that?!"

Jingming raised her eyebrows and shouted, her demon-binding rope embedding itself directly into the tiger's body.

With a sudden tug, a ferocious tiger was pulled directly from its body on the ground.

This is the very soul of the evil tiger!

"Come on fire!!"

With a low shout, Jingming unleashed a torrent of flames from the fire wheel that had been gathering power, which then spread along the demon-binding rope in Jingming's hand toward the evil tiger's soul.

Ouch! !

A piercing scream rang out as the ferocious tiger struggled.

"Grandpa Crown Prince, Third Grandpa."

"Spare me, Third Prince Grandfather!"

"I'll never do it again!!"

The evil tiger's spirit begged for mercy while rolling on the ground.

However, this fire cannot be extinguished simply by rolling around on the ground a couple of times!

"You wretched beast, it's too late for you to beg for mercy now!!"

Without stopping, Jingming suddenly slammed down the embroidered ball he had been holding in his other hand.

Like a shooting star falling to earth, a sudden earthquake shook the ground, and the tiger's soul vanished from the spot.

With the tiger completely gone, silence fell over the surroundings.

"Zhuzhu'er?"

Finally, Zhao's father mustered his courage and called out to Jingming from afar.

"Father!!"

Upon hearing Zhao's father's voice, Jingming jumped off the tiger's body and ran towards Zhao's father.

"Are you really my Zhu'er?"

When Zhao's father saw Jingming approaching, he tremblingly reached out his hand, looking as if he wanted to touch her but dared not.

What did that man-eating tiger just call out to its own son?

Grandpa Third Prince?

Good heavens, the son I raised for six years is actually the reincarnation of Nezha, the Third Prince?

Brother Li, didn't you say that this was the bald kid's supernatural power?

"Father, what are you saying? If he's not your son, whose son is he?"

Seeing Zhao's father's timid and hesitant manner, Jingming shook his head slightly, and then took the initiative to grasp the outstretched hand of Zhao's father.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 27 [Communicating with the Netherworld] [Capturing the Soul]

As Zhao's father bent down to hug Jingming, Jingming took the opportunity to look at Zhao's father's forehead.

However, they discovered that the dark aura emanating from Zhao's father's forehead had not dissipated much; on the contrary, it had become even stronger.

"Is it because I interfered?"

Jingming, who was being held in someone's arms, couldn't help but frown.

While one cannot forcibly avert disaster, there is a saying that encountering a benefactor can turn misfortune into good fortune.

"Third Prince!"

"Grandpa Crown Prince!"

Just as Jingming was about to say something, a series of voices entered his ears.

While Jingming was being held in Zhao's arms, the porters and cart drivers gathered around and bowed deeply to Jingming.

The Fujian region has both mountains and sea, and people worship both Mazu and the local earth deity.

Naturally, deities like Nezha, the Third Prince, are also worshipped.

Especially on the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, which is the birthday of Nezha, the Third Prince, a procession of deities is held in the area.

"Alright, enough about the Third Prince."

"This is my son, your young master!!"

Hearing what everyone was saying, Zhao's father released Jingming, stood up, and scolded the crowd.

He didn't want this kind of thing to spread, otherwise it would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Could it be that you, sir, are a reincarnation of a heavenly king?"

Upon hearing Zhao's father's words, one of the more outgoing drivers immediately asked a question.

"Shut up!"