The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Outside the temple, it was raining heavily. Raindrops as big as beans fell on the ground, splashing water.

On the altar, three candle lights flickered in the hands of three people. They stepped into the temple and after taking a look around, they saw that there was nothing unusual inside the temple. Their tense hearts relaxed a little and they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, being in the deep mountains and forests, if you are not careful, you might run into evil monsters. Who wouldn't be nervous?

"There's no danger. Let's rest here for a while and then set off again!" Chenxiang said with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

Xiaoyu nodded gently, her soft hair swaying. The young man with dragon horns beside him was still looking around the temple, taking in the dilapidated scene around him.

"By the way, Xiaoyu, you said you would take me to escape to your mother's place. How far are we now from the place where your mother is in seclusion?" Chenxiang turned to look at Xiaoyu, his eyes full of anticipation.

He had known Xiaoyu since childhood, and had heard from Xiaoyu before that her mother was a very capable practitioner.

"Well, it's probably still tens of thousands of miles away!" Xiaoyu raised her head and said seriously, "If we don't need to hide, we can reach the destination in half a day by flying. But now, in order to avoid Roaring Sky Dog's pursuit, I'm afraid we can only walk."

"I don't know if Roaring Sky Dog will catch up with us!" Chenxiang murmured in a low voice with a solemn expression.

“Probably not!” Xiaoyu shook her head gently, her tone firm, “The little immortal who lent a helping hand today was really powerful. Roaring Sky Dog and those immortals were no match for him at all.”

"Hmph! What's so great about you?" The young man with dragon horns clasped his hands over his chest, snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

Chenxiang and Xiaoyu looked at him in surprise and asked in unison: "Brother Aochun, what's wrong with you?"

"You may not know the masked guy holding a steel ring and a flaming spear, but I do!" A sneer appeared on Ao Chun's lips, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

The two were curious and thought that what he said seemed to hide an unknown past, so they quieted down and listened attentively.

"That boy is a god in heaven, his name is Nezha, and he is also known as the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly!"

"Ah! It's actually the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly!" Xiaoyu couldn't help but exclaimed, her eyes full of surprise and admiration, "No wonder he's so powerful! I've heard my mother talk about him. Nezha is a top-ranked general in the heavens, with unparalleled combat power!"

Chen Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he soon fell into doubt and muttered to himself, "I have no grudges against him, why should he help me?"

"I don't know about that!" Xiaoyu shook her head helplessly.

"Brother Ao Chun, from what you said, it seems that there is a grudge between you and Nezha?" Chenxiang looked at Ao Chun with a probing look.

"It's more than just a grudge between us. I have an irreconcilable feud with him!" Ao Chun clenched his fists fiercely, his knuckles turned white, and the hatred on his face almost overflowed.

Then, Ao Chun told all about what Nezha had done to the East Sea during the Shang Dynasty. He became more and more excited as he spoke, his teeth chattering, as if Nezha was standing in front of him right now, and he wanted to eat him alive.

Ao Chun is only over 300 years old now. Although he has not experienced it, his dragon mother and dragon father talk about it every day, with a look of unwillingness on their faces.

Upon hearing that Nezha was the enemy who killed Ao Chun's third brother, Chenxiang and Xiaoyu were so shocked that their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.

"Hey, brother, please don't be impulsive!" Chen Xiang hurried forward to dissuade him, looking anxious, "I don't want you to die in vain!"

Ao Chun rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "I'm not stupid, how could I not know that I am no match for him now? This time I went out to sea to hone my skills. Maybe I can even find a master on Mingshan Fairy Island and learn magical powers. Then I can go find Nezha in the future and avenge my third brother who died in vain!"

Xiaoyu and Chenxiang looked at each other and both remained silent. After all, they really couldn't get a word in on such a deep blood feud.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and then a cold voice came into the ruined temple: "How shameless! You, a little loach, want to seek revenge on this prince!"

Before everyone could react, a fiery red afterimage rushed into the ruined temple like lightning. The person who came was Nezha, with cold eyebrows and a murderous aura emanating from his body. There was still a trace of blood on the fire spear in his hand, which flashed coldly in the dim light.

The moment Ao Chun saw Nezha, his face suddenly changed and turned pale. He subconsciously pulled out the spear from his back and held it tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and stared at Nezha with his eyes burning with hatred.

"With your level of cultivation, even if you practice for ten thousand years, you will still not be a match for this prince!" Nezha raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, his tone full of disdain.

"You!" Ao Chun was completely enraged by these words. He roared, and the spear in his hand stabbed towards Nezha's head like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

This sudden attack caused Chenxiang and Xiaoyu to exclaim in surprise.

However, the next scene left the two of them stunned.

Nezha stretched out his hand calmly and grasped the sharp tip of the spear accurately. Then, he squeezed with five fingers, and with a crisp sound of "crack", Ao Chun's spear was crushed into pieces. Then, Nezha's fiery red magic power surged, forming a powerful air wave, which directly knocked Ao Chun out, broke through the temple door, and fell heavily to the ground, fainting instantly.

"Ao Chun!" Chenxiang was extremely anxious. He shouted and rushed over to check on Ao Chun's condition.

"Don't worry, if I wasn't in a good mood today, I would have killed this little loach with one hand!" Nezha put away his magic power and said calmly. After that, his eyes slowly turned to Chenxiang and Xiaoyu.

Under Nezha's gaze, Chenxiang and Xiaoyu subconsciously took a step back, their faces full of vigilance, their hands unconsciously clenched their weapons. "Boy, you are pretty good, you dare to openly declare war on the God of Justice, haha!" Nezha thought that he had ruined Yang Jian's good deeds, and he felt happy and couldn't help laughing.

"..." Chen Xiang's expression dimmed instantly when he heard this. Then, a strong hatred surged into his eyes. He spoke in a low voice, but with an extremely firm determination: "They took my mother away and killed my father. I will never stop fighting them until they die!"

Nezha looked at the young man in front of him who was filled with hatred, and his mind could not help but recall the moment when Yao Ji's soul flew away. At that time, Yang Jian also had such eyes, full of despair and anger. But time has changed. Today's Yang Jian is no longer the high-spirited young man he knew back then, but a hateful person who succumbed to the power of the Heavenly Court and indulged in the vortex of power. Those who believed in Yang Jian back then, like Nezha, Chang'e, and those who secretly disliked the Heavenly Court's rules, were so disappointed.

"God of Justice?" Xiaoyu murmured softly with a puzzled look on her face.

"Boy, you probably don't know yet!" Nezha looked at Chenxiang with a complicated expression, "The one who put you in this situation was none other than Yang Jian, the God of Justice in Heaven, also known as Erlang Shen! As for those gods who kidnapped your mother and killed your father, they were just Yang Jian's subordinates!"

"What!" Chen Xiang exclaimed, "Just my men? I..."

Chenxiang thought that his enemies were the Meishan brothers who took action.

"Erlang Shen Yang Jian!" Xiaoyu covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.

Nezha glanced at Xiaoyu, then his gaze fell back on Chenxiang, and he said earnestly: "You want revenge, I advise you to give up! Although I don't like Yang Jian, I have to admit that he is indeed the true god of war in the Three Realms! In the Three Realms, there are few rivals! Even I may not be able to defeat him!"

Hearing this, Chenxiang was struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Suddenly, Chenxiang knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed heavily to Nezha.

This action made Nezha frown and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? A real man should kneel to heaven and earth above and parents below. How can you kneel to others so easily!"

"My name is Chenxiang. I beg the Immortal to accept me as his disciple!" Chenxiang raised his head, his eyes full of pleading, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Trouble! I, Li Nezha, do not accept disciples, and I don't like to have disciples! Don't even think about it! I rescued you from the Meishan brothers today only because I couldn't stand their arrogance!" Nezha refused without hesitation.

Chenxiang looked gloomy, like an eggplant hit by frost, and his whole body was in a state of disarray.

He had seen those gods who took his mother away, and he knew that the gap between him and them was like the difference between heaven and earth. Those gods who robbed his family were just the minions of Erlang Shen, the instigator of the crime. Even though he had the blood of a combination of human and god and could perform some minor magic, compared with those real gods, he was just a firefly competing with the bright moon, not worth mentioning at all.

"I injured Roaring Sky Dog's nose, and it won't be able to find you in a few days! You'd better find a safe shelter as soon as possible! I'm leaving, take care of yourselves!" After Nezha said this, he looked at Xiaoyu deeply, then turned around, turned into a golden light, and instantly disappeared into the night.

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After Nezha left, the rain was still falling, and the raindrops hit the leaves of the jungle, making a rustling sound.

Xiaoyu struggled to support the unconscious Ao Chun. She looked at Chenxiang with concern and asked in a low voice: "Chenxiang, what's wrong with you? You look so pale!"

Chen Xiang smiled bitterly, raised his head, and looked at the mountains and jungles under the rainy night with his eyes like stars. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said firmly: "Xiao Yu, I'm fine. I believe that those who have the will can achieve their goals, and there is always a way out. As long as I don't give up, one day, I will be able to avenge my father and rescue my mother!"

Xiaoyu nodded vigorously and said, "I believe you!"

"Is Ao Chun okay?" Chenxiang asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious, he's just unconscious!" Xiaoyu said softly.

"By the way, Xiaoyu, do you know Erlang Shen?" Chenxiang had sharp eyes and he noticed that the moment he and Nezha mentioned Erlang Shen, Xiaoyu's expression changed slightly.

"Ah, I don't know him, I've just heard of his reputation. Yang Jian is known as the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao, and there are many temples dedicated to him in the mortal world!" Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly.

"So that's how it is!" Chen Xiang nodded thoughtfully, "Forget it, don't think about it anymore, things will work out when the time comes. Let's take a rest for a while and then hurry on our way, lest we have more troubles at night! Let Roaring Sky Dog know our location!"

Xiaoyu nodded again and said nothing more.

With a loud rumble, a lightning snake flashed in the dark clouds, making a deafening sound. In the flash of lightning, a figure slowly appeared outside the temple.

Chenxiang and Xiaoyu caught a glimpse of the figure from the corner of their eyes, their faces turned pale instantly, and they quickly drew their weapons and prepared for battle. They looked vigilantly at the figure outside the temple illuminated by the lightning.

Could it be that Roaring Sky Dog is chasing us?

The person who came was a stern-faced man in a spotless black coat. He exuded an otherworldly aura and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

Meng Jing looked at Chenxiang calmly. He heard all their conversations clearly. Originally, he didn't care about these things and was immersed in understanding the way of heaven. But when he heard that the boy's name was Chenxiang, a trace of doubt flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan has taken the old path and married Liu Yanchang? (End of this chapter)