I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Ning Chen was speechless.

Your husband is so unreliable. He's looking for his illegitimate son, but he doesn't even have a distinctive name for him.

Finding a needle in a haystack is no easy task, and even if he wanted to help, he couldn't.

He could only cup his hands in greeting.

"This area is too large. Oh well, I'll do my best to help you. Just be careful."

The young man was very grateful and bowed again.

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoist. I am grateful for your help!"

Ning Chen nodded, said no more, turned and left the thatched hut, heading towards the Tianyi Sect.

Upon reaching the entrance, he found guards blocking his way, and he brandished his spear.

"Who goes there...?"

"So it's Ning Shen, but to prevent anyone from impersonating him, we still need to exchange a secret code."

Upon seeing Ning Chen's face clearly, the man couldn't help but curl up his lips and began to sing.

"I planted a seed, and finally it bore fruit..."

Then he stared wide-eyed at Ning Chen.

Ning Chenjun's face twitched slightly. Seeing the guard's expectant look, he had no choice but to sing.

"You are my stellar transformation, you are my human ancestor..."

The guard nodded. "Oh, it's the latest version of the lyrics."

He was quite pleased to make way.

I can't be the only one losing face. Whoever comes, they all have to sing with me!

Ning Chen passed two more tests and finally entered the Tianyi Sect.

He soon met Nezha, the Third Prince.

However, the Third Prince was pacing back and forth in the Sanqing Hall with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, looking gloomy and distressed.

As soon as he saw Ning Chen, Nezha's eyes lit up as if he had grasped a lifeline. He rushed over, grabbed Ning Chen's arm, and pulled him to a secluded spot.

"Brother Ning! You've finally arrived! Quickly, help me think of a solution!"

"What is troubling the Third Prince so much?"

Ning Chen asked.

Nezha lowered his voice and spoke very quickly.

"Hey, it's that old man Tato. He wanted to make things difficult for me, so he sent me on a mission to deal with two mountain-dwelling demons, a scorpion demon and a snake demon!"

Ning Chen looked at the Third Prince, somewhat puzzled.

"These scorpion demons and snake demons, could they be some kind of ancient, exotic species? Otherwise, with the Third Prince's supernatural powers, wouldn't they be easily captured with just a flick of his Fire-Tipped Spear?"

Nezha shook his head.

"If they were just ordinary demons, I would have shot them all down and sent them to the underworld to be reincarnated!"

Nezha said in a low voice.

"Brother Ning, you don't know this! These two demons appeared out of nowhere, and their ferocity is overwhelming from the moment they were born!"

"That scorpion demon called himself the King of Poisonous Tails. The poisonous stinger on his tail released a dark, overwhelming cloud of venom that melted anyone who touched it, whether mortal or immortal!"

"The Heavenly Army, dispatched by the Heavenly Court to slay demons, descended from the heavens, but without careful precautions, they were caught in the poisonous gas and melted into nothingness!"

"And that snake demon is even more wicked. She wields a jade ruyi that can transform in countless ways, creating layers of illusions, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, trapping people invisibly!"

"When these two demons work together, one unleashes poison that blots out the sky, and the other uses illusions to bewitch and confuse minds. No matter how many people go, they will perish!"

As Ning Chen listened to Nezha's description, the expression on his face gradually became strange.

A scorpion demon with a venomous tail?

The snake spirit, the jade ruyi, ever-changing?

These two demons sound so much like the Scorpion Demon and the Snake Demon from Calabash Brothers.

Ning Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Zha, these scorpion demons and snake demons are so rampant. Aren't there seven little children with gourds on their heads, each with different abilities, who can come out and stop them?"

Nezha was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion.

"Seven little babies with gourds on their heads?"

He shook his head.

"Even the Heavenly Court's elite soldiers and generals couldn't do anything to those two wicked beasts. What use are a few little children? Brother Ning, have you perhaps heard some rumors?"

Ning Chen thought to himself, "As expected, there are no Calabash Brothers."

Could it be that the Scorpion Demon and the Snake Demon, without the Calabash Brothers to suppress them, have been cultivating in the mountains for many years and have made great progress in their cultivation?

He suppressed his guesses and asked instead.

"I see. How many troops did His Majesty allocate to you, Third Prince, for this campaign against the demons?"

Upon hearing this, Nezha perked up and patted his chest.

"One hundred thousand! A full one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals! Plus myself, Brother Ren Ning, you can command and direct them! I only ask that this battle be fought cleanly and decisively, to enhance my prestige, and to allow me to hold my head high before the Heavenly King Tatuo and the Jade Emperor!"

His gaze toward Ning Chen was full of trust and expectation.

"Brother Ning, your wisdom is unparalleled. You easily resolved a seemingly hopeless situation last time. With you and me joining forces, we are sure to achieve a great victory this time!"

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals!

Plus Nezha himself!

Ning Chen's lips curled up slightly. What's there to be afraid of!

In his past and present lives, when has he ever fought such a rich war?

Scorpion demons, snake demons, poisonous gas covering the sky, the Jade Ruyi Illusion—all of them are paper tigers in the face of sheer numbers and top-tier combat power like Nezha!

Finally, it was my turn to lead 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to raid other people's homes.

One heavenly soldier urinates, and even 100,000 heavenly soldiers can flood and flatten that demon cave!

"good!"

Ning Chen answered without hesitation, his voice firm and resolute.

"Since Brother Mengzha has taken a liking to it, let's not delay and set off now! This mere little demon will be a piece of cake!"

Nezha was also filled with heroic spirit and laughed heartily.

"Brother Ning, you're so generous! Come on! Follow me!"

The two immediately rode on auspicious clouds and soared into the sky.

He then issued a summons, and fired a fireball from his fire-tipped spear, which exploded in mid-air!

A moment later, a cloud of auspiciousness descended from the sky and stopped in front of Ning Chen and Nezha.

Ning Chen smiled as he prepared to inspect the 100,000-strong army.

However, when his gaze swept over the soldiers and officers in front of him, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Above the clouds, a few soldiers stood scattered about, numbering less than a thousand at most!

Moreover, their cultivation levels seem to be below even that of immortals, and may even be lower than his!

Ning Chen looked at Nezha with a questioning expression in his eyes.

"Third Prince! This...this is the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals you spoke of? Why are there less than a thousand? Could it be that there are other soldiers and generals who haven't all arrived?"

Nezha coughed softly and winked at a few soldiers.

At the front of the line, a rather young-looking soldier timidly raised his hand, his voice not loud, but clearly audible.

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, my name is Shiwan..."

Before he finished speaking, another soldier next to him immediately raised his hand, his voice louder.

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, my name is Heavenly Soldier!"

Immediately afterwards, the third soldier also raised his hand and shouted.

"And me, Immortal Master! My name is Heavenly General!"

Ning Chen's lips twitched; he was utterly speechless.

A deathly silence fell.

Ning Chen slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Nezha's innocent and handsome face as if it were a physical object.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the wind swirling around the edges of the auspicious clouds, producing a faint friction sound.

The smugness on Nezha's face gradually faded under Ning Chen's increasingly deep and speechless gaze.

"Well......."

Nezha scratched the topknot on his head.

"Brother Ning, your troops are a bit few, but we can outsmart you! Just like last time! Right?"

Ning Chen took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He simply and decisively cupped his hands in greeting.

"Brother Zha, farewell!"