The Western Heavenly Gate and Spirit Mountain

"Senior brother, is this worth it?"

"Worth!"

The journey from the Immortal Court to the Western Sect was not considered far.

Passing through the East Heavenly Gate, one enters the Immortal Court, and then descends through the West Ox Hezhou.

The Western Sect is located in West Ox Hezhou, and its secret realm is even very close to the Western Heavenly Gate.

The Western Sect has poor relations with the major powers in the East, and its relationship with the Immortal Court is also so-so, but they maintain a state of non-aggression.

The landing point of the Western Heavenly Gate is the Spirit Mountain Secret Realm, a location that has been repeatedly disputed between the Immortal Court and the Western Sect, but ultimately no conclusion was reached in the dispute.

The Immortal Court has four celestial gates in the east, west, south, and north that connect to the continent. Even if they wanted to retreat and change locations, it would be difficult to find a suitable area. The Western Sect has the sacred mountain and secret land as its training ground, which obviously cannot be moved either.

The two sides argued and debated for hundreds or even thousands of years, ultimately maintaining a messy situation, with each side dividing up a region to manage.

After passing through the West Heavenly Gate, the group landed on an open space halfway up the mountain.

Compared to the secret land occupied by the Eastern Heavenly Gate, the territory controlled by the Western Heavenly Gate of the Immortal Court is only this one open space, while the rest belongs to the Western Sect Mountain Secret Realm.

As Nezha descended from the Western Heavenly Gate onto the open ground, he couldn't help but hesitate.

As a master of Law Treasure, Nezha possesses numerous treasures, and many eyes are fixed on him.

If it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be a problem; Nezha rarely felt afraid. But when faced with someone like Xibao who was capable of suppressing him, Nezha was somewhat unwilling to be noticed.

He arrived at the Western Heavenly Gate and decided not to accompany Jinxia Yuanjun into the Spirit Mountain.

But what goes up must come down. The leaders of the Western Sect were greedy for treasures, and their disciples followed suit. If it weren't for him protecting Jinxia Yuanjun on Mount Ling, the half of the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus that Jinxia Yuanjun had taken might have disappeared at some point.

"We've stumbled into a den of thieves, so Junior Brother needs to be careful!"

Nezha gave a word of advice, which made Jinxia Yuanjun nod.

Western Sect are good in every way, their only drawback is that they are too poor.

This has led to the Western Sect's extreme fondness for exploiting wealthy and powerful cultivators. This reputation has spread far and wide, making everyone who sees it uneasy.

Very few Western Sect possess great treasures; most high-ranking monks take a section of Arhat bamboo as their main treasure.

This Law Treasure is extremely neutral; it can be used to suppress people with spells or to strike them with bamboo.

Nezha led the way, but before he had gone two hundred meters, he saw two powerful cultivators fighting each other while wielding Arhat Bamboo.

One of the powerful cultivators was a woman, with eight hands behind her. In addition to the two Arhat Bamboos she held in her left and right hands, she had eight other hands, totaling sixteen arms, to assist in the battle.

The other great cultivator had a head with an extremely strange four-sided shape, and four arms gripping four Arhat bamboos for continuous defense.

"Grandma Lujidishe Bharadvaja, you're lucky today! A stranger happened to pass by, allowing you to escape!"

The powerful cultivator with four faces let out a shout, and the strange phenomena on his head and arms immediately subsided.

"Brahma, you're afraid of offending someone you can't afford to offend!"

The female cultivator with eighteen hands chuckled, and then her hands quickly retracted back into her body.

She smiled kindly at Nezha.

Nezha was extremely famous in the Immortal Court, and his reputation in the Western Sect was also quite high.

If it were just ordinary powerful cultivators, it would be fine; everyone would keep to themselves. But Nezha's mischievous nature is hard to fathom, and if he were to fight someone he didn't like, he would undoubtedly be at a great disadvantage.

The two exchanged several sentences in Sanskrit. When Jinxia Yuanjun frowned and spoke to Nezha in a low voice, Nezha reluctantly spoke up.

"Friendly from the Cihang Sect," Nezha said.

"My name is not Cihang, but Guanzizai, the kind of freedom that comes with being free and unrestrained," said the eighteen-armed Avalokitesvara.

"You've learned Laozi's method of distinguishing people, but you don't even recognize yourself anymore," Nezha complained.

"Even Laozi himself doesn't recognize his own incarnations, so how could I recognize Cihang? Besides, I'm a woman, and he's a man; we can't possibly be the same person!"

The transliteration of Avalokitesvara is Avalokitesvara. After the awkward translation, the two sides were able to communicate using the normal language of the East, which allowed Rong Tianding, who was carrying Zhang Xuezhou on his back, to understand only half of what was being said.

The Han Dynasty didn't have such strange names. Everyone was called Zhang San or Li Si, or at most Wang Er Ermazi, with names ranging from two to four characters. But these people's names often had five, six, seven, or eight characters.

This not only made Rong Tianding uncomfortable, but Nezha also didn't want to use such a complicated name, always referring to Cihang and Daoist.

This put the other party in an extremely awkward position, and they could only find a moment to ask Nezha what business he had come to Mount Ling.

"We'd like to meet the Grand Master," Nezha said, "And then borrow his Eight Treasures Merit Pool for a while!"

"You think you can just use the cult leader's treasures as you please!"

Brahma muttered something from a distance, which made Nezha glance over and point at it.

"Don't think you're so great. Take off all your Law Treasure, and I can defeat you with one hand," Brahma retorted.

"You poor wretch!"

Nezha replied dismissively, which made Brahma both angry and embarrassed.

His attempt to provoke him was completely ineffective, and it even allowed Nezha to discover his accomplices who were hiding and preparing to rob the place, catching them red-handed.

This caused him to grunt, and then he slowly backed away.

"Brahma is a scoundrel! He fought me first, and then he arranged for Vishnu to steal my Arhat Bamboo!"

After Nezha discovered the hidden one, Guanzizai couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

"When the Buddha's disciple returns, let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant," Avalokiteshvara said.

"Tch, if it weren't for Master Shi's headache, you would have all been skinned alive by us, and you would all end up like Samantabhadra!"

From afar, Vishnu, the Hidden One, uttered a harsh threat in broken Eastern language, then disappeared after his body, pierced by Nezha's finger, was hidden away.

"If Yang Jian were here, his Three Divine Ability would catch you like a chick!"

Nezha pursed his lips.

The Eastern and Western Lands developed in different ways. For example, he was so gifted that he used the Three Heads and Eight Arms Technique, while normal cultivators used the Three Heads and Six Arms Technique. In the Western Lands, people either had a bunch of heads or a bunch of arms, which looked bizarre and they had also taken an unorthodox path.

"Unorthodox methods!"

He spat, and even Guan Zizai seemed a little uncomfortable.

Clearly, Nezha's unorthodox methods also included her.

Are you here to see the cult leader?

This prompted Guan Zizai to change the subject, avoiding further discussion about their development direction in remote and impoverished areas.

"Great Master!"

Nezha was specifically mentioned in an extremely unlikable way, which also indicated the difference between him and the Second Master.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the other party's considerable resources; if it were any other immortal with such a style, they would have been dead long ago.

But she knew Nezha's background and knew that this was just his nature, something he couldn't change even if he wanted to, and that he couldn't become as worldly and sophisticated as them, so she stopped caring.

"The Master is at the summit of Mount Ling. I give you..."

"No need, we can manage ourselves..."

"Thank you for leading the way, fellow Daoist Guanyin!"

Before Guanyin could finish speaking, Nezha interrupted her, but before Nezha could finish, Jinxia Yuanjun stopped him.

Jinxia Yuanjun smiled apologetically at Guanzizai, then cupped her hands in thanks for his help.

"We saved Cihang from being beaten and losing her treasure, and she repaid the favor by leading the way. This is such a huge loss!"

Nezha muttered something under his breath, his little thoughts completely exposed.

Guanzizai looked slightly embarrassed, while Jinxia Yuanjun shook her head.

With a local expert like Guan Zizai leading the way, they were unlikely to be provoked by anyone who didn't know better.

The other party may have repaid the favor in a way that cost them very little, but for them, it was a necessity.