Nezha finished teaching the online courses for the junior disciples of Lishan Academy via the Heavenly Patrol Mirror. After estimating their progress, he figured they were almost ready to be sent to the Primordial realm.

As for the more promising ones, they could be kept for No-Life Old Mother to personally guide and enjoy the thrill of being a teacher.

Lady Rashamon was clearly very attentive to this Blood God's son and dragged Nezha over to examine the situation again.

Jieyin and Zhunti, the two Saints, resided in the Infinite Buddha Country they created. Lingshan had essentially been handed over to the Buddha Old Li in the current era. Although none of its treasures belonged to Old Li, he could use them at will.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool now contained a turtle, an egg, and two masses of Spirit Light—one red and one blue.

Lady Rashamon showed no discomfort being in an unfamiliar environment. Instead, she gleefully said, "Nezha, look at this turtle; it seems to really like you! It's been stretching its neck out to stare at you nonstop!"

Nezha glanced at the turtle floating in the pool, known as Wuyun Immortal, and coughed awkwardly.

"Everything has a spirit. Everything has a spirit," he muttered.

Of course, he wasn't about to admit the turtle was just scared of him soaking his feet in the pool.

Lady Rashamon reached into the pool, poked at the floating red sphere, and asked, "Nezha, what do you think we should name this child when he's born?"

Nezha wasn't particularly skilled at naming and tried tentatively, "Gou Dan? Gou Sheng? Gou Buli?"

Lady Rashamon wrinkled her nose and lightly slapped him.

"Just because you like dogs doesn't mean you can give the child such names!"

After that, she looked at the red sphere and said, "Look how red it is. Why don't we call him Red Boy?"

Hearing the name "Red Boy," Nezha couldn't help but take another look.

"As long as you like it, any name will do," he replied nonchalantly.

Lady Rashamon was evidently satisfied with the name she had come up with. Her fair, delicate hand gently patted the floating red sphere in the water.

"Red Boy, Red Boy, grow up quickly now," she cooed.

Watching Lady Rashamon's affectionate demeanor, Nezha couldn't help but think about Guanyin. He wondered how that stone was doing over there, as he still cared a lot about the Journey to the West.

Old Li had given him the prize he won back in the day, which allowed him to obtain the Saint-making chance—Hongmeng Purple Qi. This was a monumental cause and effect, and Nezha could only repay it by involving himself deeply in the Journey to the West.

Nezha's piece of Purple Qi was merely a quarter of the strand that Daoist Ancestor had given to Hong Yun back then. As for the remaining three-quarters, Nezha only knew Zhen Yuanzi possessed one share, while he had no idea about the other two.

To obtain the pieces from his big brother Zhen Yuanzi, he'd have to complete the mission set for him: collect the remnants of Hong Yun's soul. He had already secured the portion held by Nether River; only Kunpeng's share remained.

However, although Nezha had now reached the level of Daluo Golden Immortal, directly confronting Kunpeng was a bit overambitious. Besides, he was hesitant about the next steps of his destiny.

The next step on the path to becoming a Quasi-Saint, according to Primordial tradition, was starting the Cutting Three Corpses process. This Magic Skill initiated by Daoist Ancestor was questionable—on the one hand, the Six Saints indeed achieved sainthood by cutting their corpses.

But on the other hand, their last step relied heavily on merit for becoming Saints.

Nezha had accumulated a lot of merit, and when the time came, he might just have to splurge his way to getting a Saint Position. For now, though, there was still room for hesitation; his indecision stemmed from whether or not to proceed with Cutting Three Corpses.

At his core, Nezha was a human—unlike the gods and sacred beings born of heaven and earth. Splitting off portions of himself wasn't something he could easily accept. If he split parts of his body away, would he still be Nezha?

For those great beings who were originally clouds or masses of energy taking human form as Taoist Bodies, splitting themselves to get closer to "the Dao" was less troubling. But if a human did this, wouldn't they essentially become a vegetative state?

Would an incomplete personality still be considered oneself?

Nezha knew his thoughts might sound sentimental or dramatic. To achieve the Dao, some wouldn't hesitate to divide themselves into billions of pieces. Isn't that right, Nether River?

Having barely caught up with the first-tier Primordial Immortals, Nezha's current plan was to gather the remaining Hongmeng Purple Qi on the one hand and explore alternative methods on the other.

If it came down to it, merit-based sainthood wasn't out of the question. He had saved up plenty of merit precisely for emergencies, and if it wasn't enough, Nezha could always take out loans.

After staying in Lingshan for several months, Nezha prepared to return to Lishan. As the first batch of graduates, he figured he should visit his juniors as their senior brother.

After bidding farewell to Lady Rashamon and Lady Yin, Nezha had barely stepped out of Lingshan when he was intercepted—by none other than No-Life Old Mother.

A thousand acres of white lotuses blossomed out of nowhere as No-Life Old Mother appeared, her expression cold and unreadable.

Nezha eyed her warily, wondering if she'd discovered his plan to sabotage her. It couldn't be, right? So few people knew about it.

Well, so be it—caught red-handed after pulling a stunt. Nezha's default attitude was one of brazen confidence.

"What brings you here, senior?"

No-Life Old Mother had come to chastise Nezha. Seeing his lack of respect only made her inwardly scoff.

"You ask me why I've come after all the trouble you've caused?"

Sensing her hostile intent, Nezha dropped any pretense, replying with nonchalance, "I do a good deed every day. Trouble comes with the territory."

"You, a disrespectful junior, have stirred up chaos. I founded the White Lotus Sect to enlighten all beings, fulfilling the will of Daoist Ancestor. Yet you framed me as a cult leader! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your teacher!"

No-Life Old Mother didn't strike immediately. Instead, she staked her claim to moral high ground, planning to pin all the blame on Nezha before taking action. That, after all, was the strategy most advantageous to her.

Another one claiming to teach him a lesson on behalf of his teacher—Nezha found this incredibly irritating yet didn't lash out just yet. He was well aware of No-Life Old Mother's deep ties to Yuanshi Tianzun.

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