Chapter Twenty: The Xuan Yuan Temple, Disaster Strikes Suddenly

  Terms? This little guy is so bold, he actually wants to negotiate with me. Zhang Di Xin looked at the little fellow with interest: "Speak up, I'll consider it."

  Nezha raised the corner of his mouth and put his hands behind his back: "It's not consideration, but agreement. Do you understand, my Heavenly Father?"

  The Son of Heaven? Old Daddy? Zhang Di Xin suddenly discovered that this little devil Nezha was indeed likable, and if one had a son like him in life, what more could they ask for!

  "Alright! I promise you!" Zhang Di Xin suddenly hugged Nezha, stood up and walked away, but unexpectedly felt a void under his feet. A red ribbon shot into the sky, directly lifting both of them off the ground!

  Even in Zhang Di Xin's lifetime, flying was a luxury, and for humans, it is more of a wish, a dream!

  When the dream shone into reality, Zhang Di Xin closed his eyes, opened his mouth and shouted loudly. The momentary weightlessness was indeed uncomfortable. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sea of stars. Looking down, it was even more desolate. How could the Crown Prince not be anxious!

  "Hahaha…… Ah, ah, scared now, are you? Coward, coward! Nezha saw Zhang Emperor Xin like this and didn't care about anything else, covering his stomach, lying on the Hun Tian Ling, bursting into laughter. While laughing, he still managed to make a ghostly face at someone, which really infuriated that person."

  Flying, flying doesn't seem to be a comfortable thing either! Zhang Di Xin's face was pale, his heart racing like a rabbit, thumping and jumping, just waiting for an opportunity to burst out.

  "Slow... slower..." Zhang Di Xin really didn't know, why countless times dreaming of flying himself, facing the realization of his wish, was so unbearable, and actually opened his mouth to beg.

  "Cut!" Nezha gave Emperor Taizong a cold glance, but ignored the crown prince. His speed didn't decrease, instead it increased, and the Hun Tian Ling violently shook, as if it were a roller coaster rushing straight into the clouds!

  "No! Oh no!" Zhang Di Xin had never imagined that he would be so humiliated, nor did he expect the feeling of flying to be so thrilling. His heart was racing with anxiety, his eyes closed tight, and he didn't dare open them again...

  Zhang Emperor Xin felt the wind whistling in his ears and the softness of cotton under his feet as he walked. In a daze, it seemed like he was wandering in the sky, unaware that his foot had touched the ground until Nezha patted him on the shoulder, saying "Old Heavenly Father, Chen Tang Guan has arrived!"

  Have we arrived? How can we have arrived so quickly? Zhang Di Xin was overjoyed in his heart, and instinctively opened his eyes, only to find that all around him was a bright expanse, with stars twinkling everywhere. Looking down, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if his very soul was about to scatter, and he trembled like a leaf!

  "Stinky... stinky little brat! Let me down! Quickly let me down!" Zhang Di Xin almost cried out, shouting this sentence. Nezha saw this and was extremely helpless. He had seen people being cowardly before, but never to this extent, so he could only order the Hun Tian Ling to descend.

  "Hey, we're here! Hey!" As soon as they reached the ground, Nezha started shouting loudly, but there was no response. Turning his head back, Zhang Erxin had already collapsed to the ground, his body like a lump of mud, and it was impossible to lift him up!

  Alas! How did I end up with such a father! Nezha furrowed his brow, seeing no one around, he could only put away the Chaos Heaven Ribbon, carry Zhang Emperor Xin on his shoulder, and head towards Xuanyuan Temple.

  Xuanyuan Temple is located at Chentangguan Pass, adjacent to Jiubai River. Although this tributary is called a river, it is vast and unmatched, just like the Yangtze River, with rolling waves that flow directly into the East China Sea.

  There is also a legend that the water of Jiubai River flows directly from the western Kunlun Mountains, and the river's winding path with many turns resembles a dragon coiling on the ground, so it is also called Panlong River.

  Zhang Di Xin woke up to find that the sun was already high in the sky, and Nezha had disappeared without a trace. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze from his mind, but more than half of what happened the day before had already been forgotten.

  Where is this? Zhang Emperor Xin struggled to get up, only to find that in front of him was a statue of a man sitting on a pedestal, with a long sword hanging from his leg, wearing a yellow robe with intricate embroidery, and a pendant on his forehead. His face was clear and handsome, with a long beard falling straight down to the ground, looking very solemn and majestic.

  Behind him, a yellow dragon rose and coiled, spreading in all directions, as if riding the clouds and driving the mist. The two merged, making it feel vividly lifelike, with living spirits stirring. Zhang Emperor Xin looked down at this sight, momentarily losing his composure.

  Xuanyuan Huangdi was indeed extraordinary. Zhang Emperor Xin couldn't help but praise him in his heart, but suddenly he heard a loud cry of surprise from inside the temple!

  Not good! Zhang Emperor's heart tightened, and he rushed into the temple hall in a hurry. He saw Nezha lying on the ground, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, looking palely at Xuan Yuan Tai.

  Zhang Di Xin hastily helped Nezha up, felt his pulse, and only then did he realize that he had been shocked. He let out a sigh of relief: "What's going on here?"

  Nezha pointed to the Shocking Heaven Bow that had fallen beside him, his voice weak as he said: "I... I just put the Shocking Heaven Bow back, but... but for some reason, a golden light suddenly burst forth and... and sent me flying back..."

  Xuanyuan Terrace did not recognize the Heaven-Shaking Bow, how could this be? Emperor Zhang's heart was filled with doubts. He picked up the Heaven-Shaking Bow with one hand, but felt a chill in his palm. A cold sensation spread through his meridians and pierced his heart. In a daze, it seemed as if heaven and earth had darkened. A black shadow appeared in the mist, seemingly trembling faintly.

  Zhang Di couldn't help but investigate, picking up the Heaven-Shaking Bow and slowly approaching the Xuanyuan Platform. However, the closer he got, the greater the resistance between them became, and the more he felt a sense of rejection between them.

  As Zhang Emperor Xin walked up to the Xuan Yuan Platform, not only did the Seismic Bow tremble, but even the bow racks on the Xuan Yuan Platform began to shake!

  On the Xuan Yuan stage, a burst of golden light suddenly flashed brightly, and the Shocking Bow was not weak at all. A purple gas rose, and the two collided with each other, completely incompatible!

  Zhang Di Xin exerted himself, but only felt the resistance in his hand growing greater and heavier, no matter how hard he tried, there was not even a slight effect.

  How could this be? Zhang Emperor's eyebrows were tightly locked, and on the Xuan Yuan stage, a sharp light suddenly trembled. In the light screen, a yellow dragon burst out!

  "Roar!" A dragon's roar shook the sky, and the eardrum was almost deafened. Zhang Emperor Xin only felt his feet go soft, and he was actually bounced out!

  Even if there was a lesson from Nezha's previous experience, Zhang Emperor Xin still couldn't get any better, his body as stiff as stone, rigidly stuck to the temple wall!

  That's not the Shocking Bow! By this time, Zhang Emperor Xin couldn't help but know the truth. In a breath, in the temple hall, a yellow dragon rose up, and the "Shocking Bow" didn't want to show weakness either. A purple smoke rose, and amidst the mist, a purple snake slowly took shape.

  Huangdi Zhang Di Xin naturally knew each other, especially in the Xuanyuan Temple, and there was no need to doubt that this thing must be the Yellow Dragon that Huangdi rode when he ascended to heaven. As for that strange snake, it was impossible to know.

  A strange snake appears, its entire body is black and purple, with a blood line running from the head to the tail wing. On top of the snake's head, its eyes are blood red, and between its temples, a triangular shape protrudes.

  The monstrous snake's neck moved slowly, and every time it moved, another ferocious snake head appeared. In an instant, there were nine heads!

  At the sight of this nine-headed snake, Huang Long was not afraid at all. With a swing of his five claws, he landed directly on the snake's head!

  The two met, like sworn enemies, their faces flushed with excitement, without a single false move, they immediately engaged in close combat!

  The nine-headed snake wins with its many heads, the nine heads dance and move, several sharp fangs, and even more so with the yellow dragon's muscles!

  The yellow dragon refused to show weakness, hovering in mid-air, its beak and claws striking down together. Wherever it passed, a bloody mist flew everywhere!

  The yellow dragon and the nine-headed snake entwined together, for a moment it was hard to distinguish between them, only seeing their heads intersecting, scales flying, and constant angry roars!

  The Yellow Dragon and the Nine-Headed Snake were evenly matched opponents, their battle raged on for a time, causing the sky to darken and scales and fangs to fly everywhere!

  "Old dad, old dad?" Zhang Emperor Xin didn't know how long he had been watching, but he felt his heart was vast and carefree, yet he didn't realize someone was calling him until he lowered his head to see Nezha, "Old dad, what are you thinking about?"

  "Huh? Didn't you see...?" Zhang Di Xin's words trailed off, but he suddenly stopped and looked at the Heaven-Shaking Bow in his hand, then glanced at the Dragon Pattern on Xuan Yuan's platform. He wondered if the scene just now was just an illusion.

  "What did you see? What did you see?" Nezha saw Zhang Di's strange expression and couldn't help but ask again, "Tell me, what did you see?"

  "Nothing... nothing at all. Just a momentary lapse of attention." Zhang Di Xin replied perfunctorily, without looking up, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the Li residence."

  "It's not necessary to go to the Li residence anymore, it would be a waste of my time." Just then, outside the Xuan Yuan Temple, a Taoist priest in a green robe walked in, holding a duster, with a lean face. "Ghost Valley Master, you went to Song Family Village some days ago, did you take the wrong thing?"

  Guiguzi, Songjiazhuang, Zhang Dixing knew at once that he was not a good person, and quietly hid Nezha behind him: "I don't know who you are..."

  "You've taken something that belongs to me, do you not know the reputation of Qing Long?" Qing Long Dao Ren said, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light. "My junior disciple Jiang Huan seems to have some entanglement with your friend, today I will take the place of that useless disciple and seek justice."

  The poor Taoist was robbed of his belongings, and now he's asking for justice. Zhang Daoling furrowed his brow, knowing that things weren't going well, and gently pushed Nezha away. "It seems my disciple has made a mistake. Let him bring some wine and food first, and I'll also ask for your guidance, Qinglong Daoist friend."

  Qinglong Daoist, Zhang Di Xin searched through his mind, but had never heard of this person's name. Although he didn't know him, seeing that his cultivation was extraordinary, he naturally didn't dare to offend him.

  Nezha is so clever, how can he not understand Zhang Di Xin's intention? As soon as the words fell, a red thread broke through the air!

  "Hmm?" Qing Long Dao Ren's eyebrows suddenly rose as he saw Hun Tian Ling, "I see that this child has an extraordinary foundation. This chance encounter, isn't it a pity to let it go?"

  Indeed a troublesome one. Zhang Di Xin didn't care about anything else at this moment, and directly fled away, shouting loudly: "Disciple, quickly go! Master has his own way to escape!"

  Qinglong Daoist heard this and refused to let go, with a long sleeve swing, he rose into the air for several feet, then went towards Zhang Emperor Xin: "You're just a minor Yuan infant, how dare you play with my son!"

  He knew his own cultivation, if he stopped, he feared his life would be in danger. Zhang Emperor Xin thought of this and didn't dare to stop, his feet moving swiftly like flying, as he rushed wildly towards the outside of the temple!

  Long sleeves swiftly moved, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to Zhang Emperor Xin's back. Qinglong True Person looked at him and only felt amused, thinking that such a trivial cultivation was also daring to want this treasure, this trip was indeed not in vain!

  Zhang Di Xin suddenly felt a dark shadow approaching from behind, and without looking back, he swung his sword in a wide arc, striking down the attacker with one swift slash!