Spring passed into autumn, and before long, seven years had flown by.
Nezha had reached that troublesome age when even dogs found him unbearable. Every day, he delighted in teasing the people in Wang Yuan's small courtyard and wreaking havoc among the plants and animals of Immortal Mountain Wang Yuan, turning the place upside down. Even Master Tongtian's expression changed whenever Nezha's name was mentioned.
"Nezha, what are you doing?"
Seeing Nezha constantly splashing around in the water, Do Bao asked curiously.
Nezha did not answer. He continued patiently rummaging through the water, doing who knew what.
Before long, he raised a hand with a beaming smile, clutching a seven-colored Chaos Koi as he shouted.
"Catching fish!"
The sight made Do Bao's scalp tingle. A Chaos Koi—one bite could raise one's cultivation by a minor realm! Last time, he had tried to steal one while Grandpa was not paying attention, only to be beaten by Master so badly that he could not get out of bed for half a month.
"Mouse Nephew, let's stew this fish. How about I treat you to some fish soup?"
That cry of "Mouse Nephew" made Do Bao's face turn bitter. He was the dignified chief personal disciple beneath Sage Tongtian, a former Quasi-Sage, the renowned Senior Brother of the Jie Sect throughout the Three Realms, yet he had fallen so low that he had to call a mere Heavenly Immortal child Uncle. How tragic.
But when he thought of how Master still had to painfully address Nezha as his brother, Do Bao felt much more balanced.
Well, Sage Tongtian has to call a Heavenly Immortal child his brother. Calling him Uncle isn't embarrassing. Even if it is, Master is more embarrassed than I am.
Hearing that Nezha wanted to treat him to fish soup,