Chapter 188 I. I didn't use any strength

In the general's mansion of Chentang Pass, Li Jing's family of three hugged each other tightly. Nezha's tears slowly stopped in his parents' arms. It was a kind of warmth and security that he had never experienced before.

Mr. and Mrs. Yang Ling stood aside, watching this heartwarming scene, and couldn't help but smile with relief on their faces.

Little Yang Chan stood aside curiously, her eyes wide open, watching Nezha crying bitterly, her eyes full of confusion.

Nezha felt Xiao Yangchan's gaze, and quickly wiped the tears from his face and made a face at Xiao Yangchan, as if he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking air outside, followed by a figure falling from the sky. It was Ao Ming.

There was a joyful expression on his face, obviously he had brought good news.

“My Lord.” Ao Ming looked at Yang Ling respectfully and said, “After Ao Bing took the Bu Tian Duan Xu Pill, his broken dragon tendons have been reconnected.

Now, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, is coming with a generous gift to express his gratitude."

Hearing the news, a hint of relief flashed in Li Jing's eyes, and the big stone hanging in his heart was finally put down.

"Brother Yang!"

Li Jing and Yin Shiniang looked at Yang Ling and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your help today, Brother Yang. We will never forget your kindness."

Nezha also walked forward, bowed awkwardly, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the words of thanks could not come out.

Yang Ling waved his hands and said gently: "There is no need to say thank you, I just can't bear to see Nezha go astray..."

At this time, a dragon roar was heard in the sky outside, and then a group of people descended from the clouds. The leader was a majestic man wearing a dragon robe, and it was Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Behind him followed a group of dragon clan children, each holding a generous gift and looking respectful.

Ao Guang took a few steps forward, bowed deeply to Yang Ling, and said sincerely: "Your Excellency, my son Ao Bing's injury has healed, all thanks to the Bu Tian Duan Xu Pill bestowed by the Excellency.

This is a small gift that I hastily prepared, just to express my gratitude to the Immortal for the gift of the elixir. I hope you will accept it."

Yang Ling took a quick look and saw that most of them were some underwater treasures such as billion-year-old clam pearls and corals, so he did not refuse. He waved his hand to signal Ao Ming to accept the Dragon King's thank-you gift, and then smiled and said:
"I will accept the thank you gift, but I hope that the East China Sea aquatic people can strictly control themselves in the future and not go ashore to do evil. If they do anything to harm mortals, I will definitely not show mercy."

Ao Guang nodded quickly, with a vigilant look on his face: "Don't worry, Immortal, I will discipline them strictly and will never let the East China Sea people make such mistakes again.

If the Immortal needs you in the future, the Dragon Clan of the East Sea is willing to serve you at all costs."

"Ah."

Yang Ling nodded, satisfied with the Dragon King's tactfulness, and said calmly: "You and Ao Ming are from the same clan, you can keep in touch in the future."

The Dragon King of the East Sea was overjoyed. He had lived for who knows how many years and even had no eyelashes. Naturally, he could understand the meaning of Yang Ling's words. He immediately bowed and agreed without hesitation.

Then he sincerely apologized to Li Jing and his wife, saying that he was also guilty before.

After a long time, the old Dragon King reluctantly took his sons and grandsons back to the East China Sea.

After they left, Yang Ling smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Nezha, and he said lightly: "Although the matter of the Dragon Clan has come to an end, you shot and killed the boy next to Shiji before, you still need to personally apologize to Shiji and ask for her forgiveness."

When Nezha heard this, the smile on his face froze. He hesitated and shook his head, his eyes rolling around, as if looking for a reason to escape.

He looked at Yang Ling, his eyes rolled, and he came up with an idea.

"Uncle Yang, you are so good at preaching, so you must have taught your own children well, right? Do you dare to let your daughter fight with me?
If I win, I won’t have to go to Skull Mountain.”

When Li Jing and his wife heard what Nezha said, their faces suddenly changed. They quickly scolded him, "Nezha, how could you say such a thing? Apologize to your uncle Yang!"

Nezha stiffened his neck, looking stubborn, and said firmly: "Unless she can beat me, I will never go to Skull Mountain to apologize!"

Yang Ling looked at Nezha, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes, then he nodded and said calmly: "Well, since you are so confident, I will let you compete with my daughter.

But if you lose, don’t cry.”

When Li Jing heard Yang Ling's agreement, his face changed slightly. He knew that although Nezha was young, he was extremely strong and had a hot temper. Once he took action, he would often not know the severity of the situation.

He quickly retorted, "Brother Yang, this is absolutely not allowed. My son Nezha is the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi, and he is gifted. If he doesn't control his strength during the competition, what if he hurts my niece? What should I do then?"

Yang Ling shook his head, looking calm, not taking Li Jing's worries to heart. He turned to look at little Yang Chan beside him, and asked in a gentle voice: "Chan'er, do you want to compete with Nezha?"

When little Yang Chan heard this, her eyes widened even more. She shook her head and muttered, "I don't know how to fight. I'm afraid." Yang Ling smiled and patted little Yang Chan's head gently. His tone was full of doting, "Silly child, it is precisely because you don't know how to fight that you should take this opportunity to practice... You also need to learn to protect yourself like your two brothers, right?"

Little Yang Chan seemed touched when she heard her father's words. She pursed her lips, looked up at Nezha, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes: "Okay, I'll try."

Seeing this, Nezha showed a smug smile on his face. He puffed out his chest, raised his head and challenged: "Then come on, Xiao Yangchan, I will show mercy."

Yin Shiniang watched from the side, feeling somewhat worried, but seeing Yang Ling's calm demeanor, she stopped talking. She knew that Yang Ling's strength was unfathomable, and he knew his limits, so he would not let the children get hurt.

Little Yangchan stood in the middle of the yard, a little nervous, while Nezha was full of confidence. The atmosphere between the two was completely different.

The two children looked to be about three or four years old, and were as delicate and exquisite as two porcelain dolls.

Nezha kicked his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan like an arrow. The Hun Tian Ling in his hand instantly stretched out and turned into a red light curtain, like flowers scattered by a fairy, covering Xiao Yangchan.

There was a faint force of thunder surging in the red light of the Hun Tian Ling. A hint of pride flashed in Nezha's eyes. He thought that such an attack would be enough to make Xiao Yang Chan surrender.

However, little Yang Chan did not sit there and wait for death as Nezha wished. There was a hint of panic in her eyes, but also some determination.

Just when the Hun Tian Ling was about to wrap her up like a dumpling, she let out a light cry, and her body suddenly turned into petals, floating away like spring flower rain, and nimbly passed through the gaps in the red silk, avoiding Nezha's attack.

When Nezha saw this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't expect that Xiao Yangchan could actually resolve his attack.

He was unwilling to give up, and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan again with incredible swiftness. The Hun Tian Ling in his hand turned into a long red dragon, and pounced towards Xiao Yangchan with a sound of breaking through the air.

Little Yang Chan had now regained her human form. Looking at Nezha who was coming towards her, she quickly imitated Yang Ling's actions, lightly snapping her fingers, and ripples appeared at her fingertips. As she moved, a powerful force quietly surged out.

Before Nezha got close, the force had already rushed towards him. He only felt a huge impact force hit his chest suddenly, and then the whole person flew backwards as if being hit by a ferocious beast and fell heavily to the ground.

There was silence in the yard for a moment, and everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Li Jing and his wife looked at Nezha nervously, worried that he was injured.

Yang Ling showed a hint of approval in his eyes. It seemed that his daughter was not completely powerless. Little Yang Chan stood there, looking at Nezha lying on the ground with some uncertainty, and whispered, "I didn't use any strength."

Nezha staggered to his feet from the ground, touched his chest, and grimaced in pain. He rubbed his chest and stood up with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"I underestimated the enemy just now, come again!"

Nezha shouted loudly, waved his hands, and the Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling appeared in his palms at the same time.

The Qiankun Circle emitted a dazzling golden light, while the Hun Tian Ling was as red as fire. The two intertwined in the air, forming a powerful force.

Nezha kicked his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan like an arrow. The Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling rushed towards Xiao Yangchan one after another with the sound of breaking through the air.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Yangchan's heart tightened. She knew that this attack was more fierce than before. She bit her lower lip lightly, and her body turned into petals again, drifting away like spring flower rain.

Wherever the petals fall, a fairy flower will grow, and each fairy flower turns into the figure of little Yang Chan.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with the figures of the little Yangchans. They were either standing or sitting, laughing or gazing, just like elves in a fairyland, surrounding Nezha.

Nezha's attack fell in the air, the Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling passed through the figures of little Yang Chan one after another, but they could not find the real body.

He was stunned and at a loss, so he could only stop his attack and look around.

"What kind of magical power is this?!" Nezha exclaimed. He had never seen such a wonderful method.

Xiao Yangchan's true form quietly appeared behind Nezha. Her white and tender little hands contained terrifying power, but she did not release it.

She whispered, "You lose."

Nezha turned around and looked at the little hand so close to him. A trace of unwillingness appeared on his face. He clenched his fists, as if he could not accept this result.

But in the end, he still lowered his head and whispered: "Okay, I'll keep my word. I'll go to Skull Mountain to make amends later."

When Li Jing saw that little Yang Chan could easily subdue Nezha by herself, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful - if he had had the foresight to let Nezha become Yang Ling's disciple, perhaps his achievements would have been even more extraordinary.

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(End of this chapter)