Chapter 1099
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Chapter 1099: Heavenly Court
An Qingyu frowned and asked in return, “Who are you?”
“Tsk, I was the one who asked the question first. Can you answer me first?” The young man shrugged. “Do you know Lin Qiye? Which one is Baili Pangpang?”
Upon hearing the name Baili Pangpang, the confusion in An Qingyu’s eyes deepened.
“I, I am Baili Pangpang.”
Baili Pangpang raised his hand.
Seeing this, the young man nodded slightly. “Then that’s correct… Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Nezha. You should have heard of my name.”
At this statement, the four of them froze in place.
After a moment, their eyes widened slightly. “Nezha?”
Shen Qingzhu carefully examined the young man in the bright red hoodie, who only reached her shoulder, and couldn’t connect him to the legendary Third Prince who caused a ruckus in the East Sea.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not some ancient monster. After reincarnation, I naturally blend into modern society,” Nezha said, shaking the latest model smartphone in his hand. “Sorry, I need to confirm your identities before I introduce myself. Otherwise, people might think I’m crazy.”
An Qingyu: …
“You came to find us for something?” he asked.
After all, Nezha was a well-known figure in the mythology of the Great Xia. How could he suddenly appear and say he wanted to find them? Moreover, from his situation at the airport, it seemed he had been waiting there for a long time.
They were just a group of mortals; what qualifications did they have to attract the attention of a deity from the Great Xia?
Nezha stuffed his phone back into his pocket and said seriously, “I’m here to take you back to the Heavenly Court.”
“Heavenly Court?”
“Yeah.” Nezha nodded. “There are people who want to see you.”
…
“Driver, take us to Letan Mountain.”
Nezha raised his hand to hail a taxi and naturally sat in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt.
Outside the taxi, An Qingyu and the others exchanged glances.
“What are you standing there for? Get in!” Nezha poked his head out of the window, his expression strange. “You guys haven’t even taken a taxi before, have you? Is your family that poor?”
Baili Pangpang’s mouth twitched slightly as he glanced at An Qingyu, who nodded helplessly. The three of them placed Jiang Er’s coffin in the trunk, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.
As the vehicle slowly started moving, An Qingyu finally couldn’t help but ask:
“Li Na… Li Nezha, are you sure taking a taxi will get us to that place?”
An Qingyu initially wanted to call Nezha directly, but hesitated because the driver was sitting right next to him, so he changed the name.
Nezha rolled his eyes at An Qingyu through the rearview mirror. “That place is a bit far from the city. It’s not convenient to go directly; you know how it is with too many people around, right?”
“…Understood.”
Nezha glanced at the time, yawned, and boredly took out his phone to start scrolling through short videos.
Watching Nezha skillfully swipe the screen, Shen Qingzhu’s expression grew increasingly strange. He gently nudged An Qingyu and Baili Pangpang, exchanging glances.
Shen Qingzhu: Is this guy really Nezha? Could he be a fake?
An Qingyu: He can say the words reincarnation and rebirth; he doesn’t seem fake.
Shen Qingzhu: But he looks just like a modern person—smartphone, headphones, taking a taxi, short videos… He even follows “Sanjiu Yinyu,” isn’t that a dead account that only posts character designs?
Baili Pangpang: A deity from the Great Xia reincarnated for a hundred years, it’s not surprising that he has adapted to modern technology. Who knows, maybe there are Great Xia deities cruising around in stretched Lincolns all day; who can say for sure?
About an hour later, the taxi left the urban area and finally stopped in a desolate countryside.
“How much?” Nezha closed the short video and opened the payment code.
“Two hundred seventy-six.”
“?! So expensive?”
“From the city to the suburbs, it’s that expensive! I’m using the meter!”
Nezha silently looked at the two hundred fifteen yuan left in his change, then turned to the three behind him with a somewhat complicated expression:
“Do any of you… have money?”
An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu simultaneously looked at Baili Pangpang.
Baili Pangpang pondered for a moment. “Driver, do you accept checks?”
“Checks? Are you kidding me? Do you guys even have money?”
“Not accepted… Then, driver, which group does this car belong to?”
Driver: ???
Two minutes later.
Seeing the driver abandon the car and joyfully sprint toward the city, An Qingyu asked in astonishment:
“You let him buy this car?”
“No, buying a car is too troublesome.” Baili Pangpang shrugged. “I bought their group and had someone give this driver a new car. Now this car is ours.”
Nezha stood beside the taxi, dumbfounded.
“Let’s go, Nezha.” Baili Pangpang patted his shoulder. “Which direction is the Heavenly Court?”
Nezha stared at him strangely for a moment, then turned and walked into the wilderness, lightly leaping as two wheels of fire formed beneath his feet.
“Follow me.”
He transformed into a streak of red light, quickly soaring into the sky, with Baili Pangpang and the others following closely behind.
As they ascended into the clouds, a magnificent stone gate hundreds of meters high appeared out of nowhere beneath the azure sky. Above the gate, two gilded characters were deeply engraved:
— South Heaven.
“This is the legendary South Heaven Gate?” An Qingyu asked in surprise. “Where is the Heavenly Court?”
“You’ll know once you go in,” Nezha replied.
The four of them landed in front of the South Heaven Gate. As they passed through the grand stone gate, An Qingyu felt a flash before his eyes, and his feet landed on a white jade stone path.
Looking around, An Qingyu saw sunlight illuminating the surroundings, with the walls of the grand formation in the sky reflecting faint rainbow colors. Ethereal energy filled every inch of space, and celestial birds flew overhead, their clear and melodious cries echoing in their ears.
Before them were celestial palaces, ancient halls, spiritual pools, and winding bridges that stretched endlessly. Following the white jade stone path ahead, they could see several magnificent halls shimmering with golden light standing tall at the peak of the clouds.
As An Qingyu and the others beheld the scene before them, their minds were momentarily dazed.
These celestial palaces and temples, which should only exist in mythological stories, appeared right before them, as if they were in a dream. For them, who were stepping into the Heavenly Court for the first time, it was a dual shock to both their vision and psyche.
“Where is the person who wants to see us?” An Qingyu withdrew his gaze and turned to ask.
“Over there.”
Nezha pointed toward the peak of the clouds, where the several magnificent halls shimmered with golden light.
