Deng Chanyu, peering through the fog, sized up the basilisk.
"You should have been slain by Hou Yi in the Ba region and become Ba Qiu after death. Is this a rebirth through borrowed flesh? No, couldn't it be that you've never really died? Impressive tactics."
She guessed that Ba Qiu was just a cover-up, and the real Bashe snake had been hiding deep in the Cloud Dream Marsh.
Now attracted by her battle with Menghe, it wants to see if there's any opportunity to take advantage. If Deng Chanyu and Menghe are both injured, scattering their treasures and elixirs all over the place, it would be laughing stock.
Unfortunately, such a good thing would never happen.
There were quite a few deities in the Cloud Dream Marsh, but the only one who dared to gather and watch was Bashe.
For example, Deng Chanyu, an old friend of Yun Xiao, the ancient deity Yun Zhongjun, knows Menghe as he is a Honghuang Quanshen. Most importantly, he is known for his vengeful nature and is impossible to provoke. So he chooses to close the doors of his cave, not allowing anyone from the outside to come in or anyone from inside to go out.
Bashe snake clearly lacks this knowledge and talent for seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
For Deng Chanyu, who was newly embarking on the path to immortality, Bashe was a formidable foe. However, in the present, this kind of enemy posed no threat to her whatsoever.
She stretched out her hand, pointing at the unconscious Xiang Jun and Xiang Fu:"As long as you send them back to the cave, I will forgive you and spare your life, how?"
A colossal creature with a length of over ten thousand zhang stared with a malevolent gleam in its eyes. It was aware of the fierce battle between Deng Chanyu and Menghe, a terrifying sight where even a trace of its attack could turn it into snake sauce. Although it was terrified itself, it still pinned its hopes on scaring off the other party through its ferocious gaze.
Deng Chanyu casually waved her hand, breaking through the misty cultivation arts that seemed to have been practiced by the Basilisk for a long time. Her action was too rough, which might have invalidated this Basilisk's abilities, but she didn't care at all.
Without the mist, it looked much clearer.
Deng Chanyu looked at the Bashe snake from head to toe with a gaze like observing ingredients for a dish, searching its every inch. This creature, although seemed fierce, was actually quietly retreating, showing no intention to help carry the guests.
She could only open a spatial passage from the Cloud Dream Marsh to Emei Mountain, calling Nezha over.
"Teacher, what's going on?" Nezha was overjoyed when he first saw the Basilisk. With such a large body, if its tendons were extracted, it could make countless waist straps for his father! He was so filial!"
Deng Chanyu pointed at the unconscious Xiang Jun and Xiang Fu on the ground: "These two are local deities of Cloud Dream Marsh, and I remember they have some acquaintances with Yun Xiao. At least give them a face, go and ask local deities for information, and send them back to their cave."
"All right, leave it to me!"
This task is not difficult, Nezha draws out his Heavenly Net, extending it infinitely, like wrapping rice dumplings, binding the two unconscious unlucky deities.
At this moment, Bashe had already disappeared. Nezha pointed at the distant Bashe, implying that he was asking how to handle this situation?
Deng Chanyu showed no concern about it, casually waving her hand, "You figure it out yourself."
"Okay, I got it!"
The same Heavenly Net, while binding Xiang Jun and his wife, extended its red ribbon on the other end, quickly catching up to Bashe and wrapping it tightly from head to tail.
The Basilisk struggled desperately but was knocked unconscious by Nezha with a blow from the Qiankun Circle.
Nezha hesitated, saying, "Teacher..."
Deng Chanyu: "???"
Nezha looked at a loss, saying, "Teacher, I really can't refine elixirs; I can't seem to learn. What about me learning to cook soup from Grandmother Meng? I think it's pretty much the same effect, and cooking soup seems simpler."
Deng Chanyu's level of refining elixirs is also average, being among the average level in her realm. It's not too low and doesn't reach too high.
She indeed lacks talent in the field of refining elixirs.
Nezha's skill is even worse, to speak of.
She doesn't have any discriminations. Meng Po is one of her own people!
She agreed readily, "Okay, I'll agree. As long as Grandmother Meng doesn't oppose, you can follow her to learn how to cook medicinal soup. But will she agree?"
Nezha smiled but said nothing, and Deng Chanyu didn't press further. Who hasn't had a bit of luck?
Whether Nezha is relying on his relationship with Teacher Deng Chanyu and Daji, or on his own connections, it has nothing to do with his teacher. This is a matter of the student's own fortune.
Maybe Meng Po sees Nezha as having extraordinary bones, outstanding talents, and therefore a unique talent in cooking soup.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Deng Chanyu left with a single sentence and disappeared from the spot.
Nezha moved swiftly as the wind, first going to find several kind-hearted deities for directions to send Xiang Jun and Xiang Fu back home, and then dragging Bashe all the way to the Underworld.
This was his preparation for the meeting gift, learning the craft from others, he couldn't just come empty-handed, he needed to bring some things.
And making soup must have a target, he thought that Bashe's body size was quite good. Eating so many rare herbs and gems, it would be a waste not to make soup.
With the help of his relationship with Deng Chanyu and Daji, Nezha is well-versed in both the spirit race and the witch race. He often comes around to the witch race lately, very familiar, so he just walked in without knocking.
The Underworld has been very busy lately, but Daji didn't work overtime. Instead, she returned directly to Emei Mountain.
Watching Pan Gu fight the Chaos God, she was deeply moved. Originally, her talent was almost at the peak of Golden Immortality, but now the magic essence scattered in the battle and Pan Gu's essence was subconsciously absorbed by her, just a trace, which greatly improved her talent.
Returning to Mount Emei, she began a period of seclusion. Not only did she need to reorganize her path of cultivation, but also to strengthen her foundation in preparation for future achievements in the Taiyi Path.
Nezha knew that Daji wasn't around, so he didn't go to the main hall and instead went to the side hall. Right in front of him, he met Di Jiong, who called out from afar, "Brother!"
"Have you come, brother? Are you here to find Meng Po?"
Di Jiong's recovery speed is indeed impressive. He was almost a bloodied mess from the battle, but now, while Deng Chanyu's side still shows signs of weakness, Di Jiong appears to be in no serious trouble.
Di Jiong and Nezha have no conflicts, on the contrary, he rather likes this little guy.
At this moment, as soon as they met, they greeted each other like old friends.
This "big brother" is more often a term of respect for their status in the martial arts world, rather than indicating age.
"Meng Po just dropped a hint, and you immediately showed up? Wow! This big snake, is this a gift for us? How thoughtful! All the young lads, come out! Let's have a good lunch at noon!"
The Witches are all connoisseurs of food, whether it's edible or not, they've basically eaten it all. For example, the eighty-one brothers of Chi You would eat even stones when they were fierce!
Eating snakes? That's not even worth mentioning.
The several demons who were shirking their duties immediately took off the cumbersome robes, picked up large axes and knives, and prepared to dismember the "ingredients."
A few experienced ones were looking for pots and basins for collecting blood, creating a commotion in an instant.
