"Senior, do you have any evidence?"

The two stood off against each other ten thousand miles outside Lingshan, but this distance wasn't truly far. Their conversation wasn't deliberately shielded from others, and anyone with even a bit of divine skill could hear them clearly.

"My White Lotus Saintess died under your Nanming Lihuo. Are you still denying it?"

Hearing this, Nezha finally understood. This No-Life Old Mother had no idea that she had been tricked by him. This was actually all because Nezha had failed to gather faith, and now she was here looking for a scapegoat to shift the blame and establish her authority.

When people are utterly speechless, they often laugh. This person had absurdly managed to pick the true culprit, but for now, Nezha outwardly had the upper hand because No-Life Old Mother didn't know this was all his doing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, Senior. For all these years you've been alive, you've lived like a dog. Unable to handle your own affairs, yet coming to intimidate a junior to save face."

Nezha retorted sharply without any hesitation while signaling the Buddhists not to intervene. To outsiders, this appeared to be a private grudge, and on the surface, Nezha even seemed to have the moral high ground. In a while, even if Nezha "overindulged," it would still make sense.

No-Life Old Mother, who had already been highly sensitive recently, now found herself being called a "dog" by a yellow-haired boy, her face darkening ominously.

"You insolent brat! I'll suppress you for a thousand years as punishment!"

Nezha, however, felt no fear upon hearing this. Instead, he was filled with excitement. Saints no longer descended, leaving Quasi-Saints as the most powerful entities in the Primordial era. Since his transmigration here, he'd cultivated tirelessly, and now, he finally had an opportunity to confront one of them!

In Nezha's eyes, No-Life Old Mother saw no trace of fear, and her internal rage could no longer be contained. How dare he? How could this yellow-haired boy possibly look down on her?

Even so, she hadn't forgotten her objectives for coming here. She maintained her composure for the sake of appearances.

With what seemed like casual ease, she clenched her hand toward Nezha, but internally she had already mobilized forty percent of her Quasi-Saint power. The immense mana gathered into a colossal hand aiming to suppress Nezha.

Of course, Nezha had no intention of backing down. With a swing of the black sword in his hand, he unleashed three streaks of inky black Silent Annihilation Sword Energy toward the incoming hand. Although the mana disparity between them meant that the sword energy merely managed to scatter the giant mana hand, this alone was enough to astonish No-Life Old Mother.

But Nezha was not the type to passively endure attacks. Did she honestly expect him to respect any sense of honor after striking at him? Without hesitation, he activated the Power Dao to its fullest, wielding his sword like an axe and slashing directly at No-Life Old Mother's head. Clearly inexperienced in battle, she hadn't anticipated that Nezha would dare to fight back.

In her haste, she only felt the terrifyingly powerful sword light rushing straight for her forehead. Yet, being of Quasi-Saint cultivation, her robust mana erupted forcibly, dispersing the sword Qi before it could strike home. However, she realized something terribly amiss just after.

A glowing Jade Ruyi appeared in her hand as she quickly spun around to fight back, only to find another Nezha charging at her with the God Slaying Spear, thrusting it toward her. The Ruyi clashed with the spearhead, and No-Life Old Mother, leveraging her superior mana, barely eked out an advantage.

The spear-wielding Nezha dissipated again, and behind her came more bursts of sword Qi and streaks of gun light suffused with destruction. She had never imagined that a mere youth would possess such means.

Maintaining her dignity, she poured all her mana outward, forming a Golden Light barrier around herself. This was evidently a profound protective Divine Skill. Though the golden barrier dimmed slightly from blocking the two black streaks of destruction, it demonstrated her advanced cultivation.

Yet now, No-Life Old Mother found herself caught in an awkward situation. Nezha, whom she'd assumed to be an easy target, was proving far tougher than she'd anticipated. Staring at the fully armed Nezha only gave her a headache.

Nezha stood there wielding the God Slaying Spear in one hand, the Destroying Immortal Sword in the other, and atop his head sat the Chaos Bell. Even Luo Hou himself would have to acknowledge that this was professional-grade preparation.

No-Life Old Mother wasn't entirely ignorant. Tightening her grip on the Jade Ruyi, her gaze fell upon the "Big Black Bell" on Nezha's head. Was that... the Chaos Bell?

Nezha gave her his answer through actions. He swung the Destroying Immortal Sword ferociously against the Chaos Bell, and the sonorous toll reverberated outwards, accompanied by a terrifying spatial ripple that spread from Nezha's position.

No-Life Old Mother's Golden Light barrier failed to withstand the spatial waves and collapsed. She had no choice but to frantically wave her Jade Ruyi, shattering the space in front of her to redirect the spatial ripple elsewhere.

The space of the Primordial era was immensely stable, and without having cultivated the Space Dao, her actions had already required her full strength. She went all-in, but so did Nezha.

The Chaos Bell's attack wasn't merely infused with Space Power. With a look of terror, No-Life Old Mother watched Nezha, God Slaying Spear in hand, thrust toward her. She couldn't move an inch.

A Quasi-Saint's power was formidable, though. Just as Nezha's seemingly inescapable strike was about to pierce through her, she somehow broke free from the constraints of time itself, deflecting the incoming spear with the Jade Ruyi and dodging the blow with a twist of her body.

The supposedly fatal attack merely sliced off a strand of her hair.

Both parties separated and refrained from continuing the fight. Nezha knew that this was his limit in his current state. The further one advanced on the path of cultivation, the greater the disparities became. At this level, none of his opponents were pushovers. In the past, Nezha could casually crush those weaker by several realms, but being able to contend with a Quasi-Saint now was already a considerable accomplishment.

In the original timeline, even Guang Chengzi's Sky Flipping Seal would only make Duobao tumble momentarily before he dusted himself off and carried on unscathed. Such was the gap in cultivation.

At this stage, talent became a moot point. Anyone who reached the Quasi-Saint level had no lack of aptitude. Differences in combat power arose only from individual strengths and techniques.

No-Life Old Mother stared at her severed strand of hair. Today, not only had she failed to accomplish her goal, but she'd also made a fool of herself.

"Worthy of being a Saint's disciple."

With that, No-Life Old Mother turned and left. Though her expression betrayed no emotion, her heart was far from calm. Nezha's spear hadn't merely cut her hair—it had shattered her Dao Heart as well.

How could this be? Impossible! How could I lose to a Daluo? Just what had this Primordial era become?

Nezha, however, didn't let his victory cloud his judgment. He watched No-Life Old Mother's departing figure and fell into contemplation. He knew such women's temperaments all too well; even without reason, they'd find trouble with him. Now, their grudge was set in stone. She wouldn't let this go. How could he kill her?

He pondered for a long time but came up with no solution. If it were some other Immortal without strong backing, Nezha would simply rally some allies and eliminate them. But this woman had deep ties to the Chan Sect, and without a legitimate reason, no one would assist him.

It all stemmed from a lack of adequate information about No-Life Old Mother. Nezha decided to consult his Senior Uncle, Tongtian Sect Master. He was well-versed in the Chan Sect's affairs.

As for his junior disciples' graduation matters? Forget about it! Delay! Delay!

After notifying his teacher, Nezha made his way to the East Sea and arrived at Golden Turtle Island. He didn't rush to find Tongtian Sect Master directly; after all, Tongtian wasn't his teacher.

First, he visited Jin Ling Saint Mother's residence. Through their connection via the Life and Death Dao, he knew that she wasn't in secluded cultivation. Arriving outside her cave abode, he saw Yu Yuan, a burly man over two meters tall, sprawled miserably over a desk, copying the Yellow Court Scripture. Nearby, a small garden housed more than a dozen little piglets oinking softly, exuding a pastoral charm.

"Nephew Yu Yuan, impressive! Balancing scripture copying and pig raising."

Yu Yuan's originally sullen face lit up with joy when he heard Nezha's teasing. Tossing his pen aside, he exclaimed, "Junior Master, it's been ages since you've visited. We must have a good drink together!"

Noticing Jin Ling Saint Mother already standing behind Yu Yuan, Nezha immediately shot him a look. "Another time, perhaps. Have you finished the task your teacher assigned you? Focus on your writing and don't let down your teacher's expectations."

Yu Yuan, oblivious to the murderous aura behind him, pounded his chest and declared, "The scripture can be copied anytime! Junior Master, you don't visit often—let's go! Let's go!"

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Of course, to drink... some tea."

Before he could finish his sentence, he sensed something amiss. Turning around, he saw his teacher glaring at him with a less-than-pleased expression.

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