Nezha wasn’t afraid of the crows, since they were just birds.
But there were so many crows, they blocked his view. Even Nezha couldn’t convince himself that a spear wouldn’t suddenly strike out from this flock of crows.
Sure enough, a cold glint stabbed out from the moving black wall in front of him, a spear thrust towards his face.
Nezha was prepared and didn’t panic. He pointed at the tip of the spear and shouted, "If it doesn’t fall now, then when?"
As soon as he spoke, Feng Xiaonian’s iron spear fell to the ground with a clang.
Who could have anticipated such a turn of events? Feng Xiaonian quickly retreated in shock, but it was easy for the warhorse to charge, hard to turn back. He couldn’t dodge and was hit by the Qiankun Ring that suddenly flew from the crows, shattering his shoulder armor, breaking bones and tendons, and he toppled off his horse.
The cavalrymen on the long street were about to charge when they saw Nezha step forward, the Seven-star Treasure Sword already against Feng Xiaonian’s neck.
Hundreds of crows circled above, like a black umbrella shielding the falling rain.
One even landed on Nezha’s shoulder, its blood-red human eyes staring straight at him, their gaze identical to Feng Xiaonian’s on the ground.
Feng Xiaonian spat blood and waved his hand to stop his men from charging, saying to Nezha, "I’m an officer personally appointed by General Deng. If you kill me here, you won’t have a place in Chengtang under heaven!"
Nezha looked at the fear in his eyes and sneered, thinking that he finally got scared. He flicked his finger, and the crow on his shoulder burst into a mist of blood.
He laughed, "There’s no place for me in all of Chengtang? Feng Xiaonian, do you really think you’re someone important? You came to Sanshan Pass as Deputy General of Food Supply, signed by Li Jing. The order is probably still in your pocket. As for Deng Jiugong of Sanshan Pass, he probably doesn’t even know who you are."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaonian’s face changed dramatically. He gritted his teeth and said, "Nezha, your father is the General of Chentang Pass, and I work for him, close to him. If you enter the court as an official in the future, with this relationship, I naturally would be close to you. If you spare me today, I will definitely remember your kindness.
Secondly, you apprenticed under Taiyi Zhenren of Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave. I am a disciple of the Jie Sect. The Three Teachings are essentially one family. Today, killing me for a moment’s tension will destroy all this, which is truly unwise!
Nezha scratched his ear, glanced at the silent sedan behind him, then turned back, saying, "I’m here to have a chat with you. Mostly to hear what you have to say. I didn’t expect you to suddenly realize on your deathbed why you did such things, killed so many people. People like you, even if you regret, you’ll only regret provoking me.
I don’t want to haggle with you. I said before acting today, I don’t like to owe favors. So I said I’d take your head to pay for that bowl of noodles, even if you ran to the ends of the earth, I’d bring your head back."
The rain was quietly falling, contrasting sharply with the previous roaring thunder and the leaden clouds above, only a slight rustling sound remaining.
The more Nezha spoke, the paler Feng Xiaonian’s face became.
Because he gradually understood from Nezha’s words that he was meant to die today.
Feng Xiaonian only felt that his neck was pierced painfully by the cold light of Nezha’s sword. He swallowed and said slowly, "Then why, why tell me all this?"
Nezha laughed, "I think I know why Li Jing appreciates you. I saw a piece of writing in his study, ’The world is bustling for profit, all are driven by it,’ so I know you are the same kind of person.
What, think I won’t kill you immediately, that I’ll haggle with you over what price to pay to save your life? It’s because I know what you’re thinking that I’m wasting so much time talking to you."
"Why... why?"
Feng Xiaonian looked into Nezha’s eyes, feeling that those dark pupils hid an inexplicable dissatisfaction with the world, a feeling that definitely shouldn’t be in the eyes of a seven-year-old child.
Nezha looked at him, coldly laughing, "Why? I traveled three thousand miles from Chentang Pass over mountains, all to kill you. If I just let you die, wouldn’t it be too easy? How about it, Feng Xiaonian, this feeling of having hope, then seeing it crumble into despair, isn’t it wonderful?"
When he finished speaking, the world was silent, only the sound of rustling rain remained.
On the long street, everyone’s hearts cooled with Nezha’s words.
Hiding behind the inn’s doorboard, like others on the street, the inn waiter peeked through the crack, trembling with excitement, thinking, "Oh my, what kind of killing god have I been serving these past days?"
Everyone had their thoughts. The innkeeper wondered if he should report the incident in Lingquan Town to his master first.
The prostitute who Nezha had once treated to a meal looked at him, eyes gleaming, but then remembered something, and the light in her eyes immediately dimmed.
As for Wang Hanwen, who came to teach this ’ignorant’ kid a lesson and dared to kill his guard, his mood was extremely complex and heavy, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
This person was ruthless enough to travel three thousand miles to kill for a bowl of noodles. Just appearing here today had clearly offended him severely. If he left quietly, he feared that even using his behind to think, Nezha wouldn’t let him go.
But to make a move now?
Wang Hanwen looked again at the shiny sword piece on his knee, his greatest reliance.
With this handleless flying sword, he’d started looking down on people, utterly disregarding all heroes except for cultivators.
Yet now, he looked at the sword piece, then through the coach’s curtain to Nezha’s back, and suddenly felt a chill, thinking, "This is something only Master can handle."
Feng Xiaonian couldn’t think that far. After understanding that he had to die today, he was looking for a chance to counterattack, but Nezha kept his eyes on him with the sword tip at his throat.
In despair, Feng Xiaonian roared, and the crows dove down like arrows, but Nezha’s sword was faster; with a forward flick of the wrist, the Seven-star Treasure Sword pierced through his throat.
Once he died, the vicious crows turned to bird corpses, raining down like fist-sized bags, thudding to the ground.
Nezha grabbed Feng Xiaonian’s hair, beheaded him with a sword, stuffed it into a prepared burlap sack, put it in his Qiankun Bag, and looked up at the dozens of cavalrymen before him.
Unlike bandits, these were soldiers from Chentang Pass, here to reinforce Sanshan Pass’s great battle.
"I’ve killed Feng Xiaonian. We are all fellow townsmen; I don’t want trouble with you. If you wish to leave today, Nezha won’t stop you."
Finished speaking, Nezha stepped aside, making a path.
The soldiers looked at each other, while upstairs in the small shop across from the inn, the guest elder from the West Sea’s Purple Dragon Island stood by the window, eyeing the leather bag with gold thread edges at Nezha’s waist with fleeting greed.
He thought, "Coming here was worthwhile, a God Absorption Realm child has a Qiankun Bag, what a treasure. The news of sects sending promising disciples to Fire Eye Mountain for training is not just rumors."
Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m fre𝒆webnov(e)l.com