Ne Yiji

For over 200 years, Sun Wukong was suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain. Although he had become an immortal and could survive without eating human food, relying on the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to live.

But Sun Wukong hasn't eaten any human food for over 200 years, so his mouth must be incredibly bland.

Even if he could survive on the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, he was already starving for food in the human world.

Thinking of this, Nezha stopped in his tracks as he was about to go find Sun Wukong. Now, no one was stopping him from visiting Sun Wukong.

So there's no rush to visit Sun Wukong. First, we'll prepare some delicious food for Sun Wukong, pack it up and bring it over, so we can catch up with him and satisfy his cravings at the same time.

Thinking of this, Nezha hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the nearest human market to the Five Elements Mountain. As soon as Nezha entered the market, he stopped someone and asked which restaurant had the best food.

After the person told Nezha immediately rushed to the restaurant that person had mentioned.

"Waiter, warm me a bowl of wine, and two plates of fennel beans."

"Then prepare nine portions of all your good wine and food, and pack them up to take away."

"You see these nine pieces of gold? One piece is enough to buy what I want. I'm giving you nine to tell you to put more effort into making this for me; I want to use it to entertain my friends."

After Nezha entered the restaurant, he walked to the counter and magically produced nine pieces of broken gold, placing them in front of the waiter.

"Please wait a moment, sir. I'll bring you these side dishes first. Please sit here and wait while I have someone prepare them for you. I promise it won't delay your time."

After Nezha took out the nine pieces of gold, the waiter's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up a piece and bit it.

After confirming it was true, Xiao Er treated Nezha with the same enthusiasm he would show his own father at home.

"Alright, I'm not in a hurry. Just be careful when you're making these dishes, and don't make any mistakes. I'm going to use them to entertain guests. If they're good, I'll come often."

Nezha was very satisfied with the waiter's attitude. After giving him some instructions, he sat down at a table in the shop and waited for them to serve him his food.

When the others in the tavern saw Nezha take out nine pieces of gold without making a fuss, they immediately felt that this person was really generous, and some even envied Nezha's background.

Some people were envious that Nezha had so much money, while others had their eyes on Nezha's wealth.

"Hey kid, you seem pretty rich. We're a bit short on cash lately, how about lending us some of your money?"

No sooner had Nezha sat down than several thugs and ruffians who were drinking in the restaurant surrounded Nezha.

They sat down next to Nezha and reached out to ask Nezha for money to spend.

"Roll!"

The Nezha waiter, who had just greeted him, took a sip of his wine and then disdainfully cursed at the group of thugs.

"Hey kid, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you? You're from out of town, aren't you? The Shangguan's the boss, I'm second only to the emperor, you know what I mean?"

"I'll give you one more chance. Hand over all your money, and we can pretend nothing happened and guarantee your safety."

After hearing what Nezha said, these local thugs didn't get angry but laughed instead. After revealing their background, they forced Nezha to hand over all the money he had.

"Sigh, I wonder which Aristocratic Clan family this young man comes from. He's come to this area and ended up with a bunch of people even the authorities can't touch."

"These thugs with lives on their hands, sigh, what a pity. I'm afraid this young man is going to suffer today."

At this moment, someone in the surrounding crowd suddenly sighed, feeling sympathy for Nezha's plight.

"Didn't you hear me when I told you to get out?"

"You said you'd give me another chance, let me hand over all the money I have, and guarantee my personal safety."

"Then I'll give you one chance. Now, disappear from my sight in a graceful manner."

"Otherwise, your heads will roll today. I'm telling you, the government can't touch you, but I dare to."

"The government can't kill you, but I dare to. If you're not afraid of death, then go ahead and try."

While calmly drinking his wine, Nezha waited for them to finish speaking before giving his reply. By the end, Nezha had already revealed his murderous aura.

Although those around could not see this aura, they could feel it very clearly. They felt the temperature in the air drop sharply after Nezha said he would kill those thugs.

Anyone with a modicum of sense would know to leave while there's still a chance, at least to save their own life.

However, these thugs, as if they were missing a screw in their heads, continued to stand there, testing Nezha's patience.

"Stop with your nonsense. You think you can kill us with your weakling appearance? You're delusional. I'd like to see how you actually do it."

After reading Nezha's reply, these landowners didn't take it to heart at all; instead, they thought it was a joke.

"Alright, then I'll show you."

Nezha put down his wine bowl and spoke to the group of thugs.

"Come on, let us see how you kill us."

One of the local thugs, after hearing Nezha's words, continued to mock Nezha without restraint.

"Yeah, let's open... Aaaaaah!"

Another thug pointed at Nezha, intending to continue the previous thug's words and mock Nezha again, but he swallowed his words before he could even utter them.

He grabbed the outstretched finger with one hand, and with a sudden upward twist, broke the finger off his palm.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed finger of that thug.

With no other recourse, he could only clutch his injured hand, collapse to the ground, and wail in agony, like a lost dog.

"You actually dared to lay a hand on us? You're asking for death! I'll send you on your way today and take all your money."

Seeing his partner injured, another thug angrily spoke to Nezha and then Nezha him.

Without even glancing at him, the person stretched out one hand to catch the punch he was throwing, then grabbed his fist and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction of his armpit.