Master of Kaidan-Chapter 497: Welcome to the World of Men

"Ah!" Nezha looked at the disfigured corpse with a face full of disbelief. Although his master hadn’t taught him any serious skills, wasn’t he supposed to be an immortal? How could he be so fragile?

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Everyone is born of a father and mother; even if he wasn’t a good person, someone would be sad if he died, right? I can’t just let him die!"

Nezha remembered the pain of losing Little Wood and his eyes suddenly became determined. He employed the Enlightenment Wood Spirit Technique that he had used to resurrect Little Wood, enveloping everything around him, but he didn’t merge his own consciousness into it. Instead, he only confined Taiyi’s true spirit and soul within a specific area, but as for what to do next, Nezha had no idea.

After much thought, he turned and lifted the floorboard, revealing a storage space he had dug out below. He rummaged through the various precious woods his father had collected from all over the world—though Li Jing often damaged his wooden figurines, he frequently brought Nezha precious woods, so their father-son relationship was actually quite good.

Only...

"I can’t let Dad know I’ve killed someone! I need to bury him somewhere first, then find Master to see if there’s a solution!"

Thinking this, Nezha selected a log famed for not decaying over a thousand years, picked up a chisel and plane, and hastily fashioned a coffin.

"You stay in here, I’ll go find Master to save you."

Saying this, Nezha used Mixed Heaven Silk to scoop up Taiyi, mixing in some soil, but Nezha couldn’t sift it anymore and could only stuff it all into the coffin. He then used spiritual energy to close and reduce the surrounding space, finally condensing it into a fist-sized sphere, which he stuffed into the coffin alongside.

"Phew, now to find Master. I wonder where he is now."

Nezha muttered to himself, glancing at the collection of magic treasures Taiyi had dropped. He stuffed them, along with his woodworking set, into the Leopard Skin Brocade Pouch and carried the coffin over the wall.

To the servants who had experienced the third son carrying a coffin over walls, this was nothing new. Although the coffin was a bit large this time, hadn’t the third son made a large wooden figure? Maybe his father had messed with it again.

Thinking this, the servants of the Li residence couldn’t help but mutter to themselves. Despite General Li’s everyday sternness, he was actually a rough man who secretly played with children’s toys and always broke them!

What? You don’t think that’s childish?

What a joke, the servants wanted to play too!

...

Nezha carrying a coffin through the streets didn’t attract anyone’s attention. Though not as accustomed as the servants of the Li residence, seeing it every now and then, most people just thought the third son had an innocent heart, as he would even provide coffins for each toy and personally bury them. Nezha didn’t care much about the gazes of others as he walked down the street, carrying the coffin to his old woodworking shop, only to find it covered in thick layers of cobwebs and let out a helpless sigh.

"This really is a mess now, I’ve gone and killed a person who can actually be named..." Nezha remembered Feng Xue’s earlier words about not involving him in any trouble, sighed again, and pondered whether he should just make a wooden body for Taiyi.

"Hmm, an ordinary puppet can host a wood spirit, so making a large puppet shouldn’t be a problem. The only issue is how to turn Taiyi’s spiritual body into a wood spirit... Sigh, it’s just not written anywhere in the Trendy Woodworking Encyclopedia!"

Just as Nezha was feeling a headache coming on, a desolate sound of Hu Qin suddenly rang in his ears. Although faint, it instantly perked him up.

"Sounds like Master’s playing the Qin... is he performing under the overpass again?"

Nezha immediately straightened up, carrying the coffin, and dashed to the bridge’s underside, only to see his master dressed in beggar’s clothes, deeply engrossed in playing the Hu Qin. Many passersby had stopped to watch, with some generously throwing down banknotes, both large and small.

Upon seeing this, Nezha immediately approached. The people he pushed aside wanted to scold him, but when they saw the third son carrying a coffin, they immediately shut their mouths. The third son carrying a coffin was not someone to be trifled with!

In an instant, the crowd had completely dispersed, although there were still some onlookers who stayed to watch, they all kept their distance.

Feng Xue stopped playing the Hu Qin when he saw Nezha, but his face turned dark at the sight of the coffin.

He had been gathering civilians troubled by the war, but in a moment of distraction, the Heavenly Palace Space Station notified him that the bio-CPU had been intercepted!

Damn it, Feng Xue originally thought it might be the work of some Western Church mischief makers, but then he checked, what? The bio-CPU is Taiyi Zhenren?!

He flipped through the Book of Life and Death again, what? The one who killed Taiyi Zhenren was Nezha?

What kind of punk plot is this?!

Of course, Feng Xue also understood that if he approached directly, it would seem a bit too intentional, so he went back under the overpass, playing the Hu Qin while he waited, thinking it would take a day or two for things to settle. To his surprise, barely quarter of an hour had passed when Nezha showed up at his doorstep.

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Why was he carrying a coffin?

Could it contain Taiyi Zhenren?

Was he planning to carry the Immortal Coffin on his shoulders, deciding his fate for all eternity?

"Spill it, what’s the situation?" Feng Xue, seeing the hesitance on Nezha’s face, couldn’t help but sigh again.

At Feng Xue’s words, Nezha let out his signature childish wail:

"Waaaaaaah! Master, I accidentally killed someone!"

"Oh?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow and frowned, saying:

"I remember telling you to respect life, that even when facing someone who deserves to die, one must think carefully about the consequences and have the courage to bear them. So tell me, does the person you killed deserve to die?"

Nezha was taken aback by this sudden seriousness, but then he said, "He suddenly attacked me, and if it weren’t for Xiao Mu, I’d be dead. But I didn’t want to kill him, I only punched him once, I thought he wouldn’t die... I..."

Seeing Nezha’s emotions becoming somewhat chaotic, Feng Xue nodded slightly and then said:

"If you believe that he deserved to die, are you prepared to bear all that comes with killing him? I’m not asking if you wanted to kill him but whether, now that everything has become a fait accompli, you are ready to carry that reality on your shoulders?"

Nezha turned to look at the coffin on his shoulder, his expression somewhat vacant, but he still nodded and said:

"I killed him, and if his friends or family come for me, I will try to make amends. But if they seek revenge, I will accept it. However, I won’t just sit and wait, after all, he tried to kill me!"

Hearing Nezha say this, a smile suddenly crossed Feng Xue’s serious face. He patted Nezha’s head softly, and with a smile, he said:

"At first, I thought you were too young, so I only told you half of what needed to be said—"

He stood up, taking the coffin from Nezha’s shoulder, and continued in an even tone:

"When you are ready to bear all the consequences of taking a human life, then welcome to the world of manhood."

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