By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 2 The Heavenly Silk is very clever
As soon as the Hun Tian Ling was unleashed, the entire Jade City seemed poised for a massive upheaval.

Wen Miao's eyes lit up as she excitedly stared at the single bright red dot on the horizon.

It's here! The legendary Hun Tian Ling!
"Hahaha!" The black-scaled serpent, however, remained unperturbed, laughing wildly at the Hun Tian Ling.
"I'm dying of laughter! You little rascal, you actually dare to fight me with a rag!"

"Rotten cloth?!" Wen Miao couldn't help but twitch her lips.

That's a treasure that can both attack and defend, and stir up wind, rain, thunder, and lightning!
Facing the attack of the Hun Tian Ling, the Black Scale Serpent was full of confidence and leaped up.

It opened its blood-red maw, trying to tear the soft Hun Tian Ling apart with its sharp, venomous fangs.

Seeing this, Wenxi was so frightened she almost suffocated.

He immediately grabbed Wen Miao's hand and said anxiously:
"Sister, the god you awakened is in danger! Quickly send him back!"

Aside from Nezha, Wenmiao was probably the most composed person present.

"Brother, don't worry." Wen Miao waved her hand, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at the black-scaled serpent.

"This black snake is not qualified to be Nezha's opponent."

In Chinese mythology, Nezha is a notorious, handsome, and ruthless god of war who only kills and never saves.

Having offended Nezha and even called the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) a tattered cloth, this evil creature is doomed.

Wen Xi clearly didn't believe him, taking it as Wen Miao trying to comfort him.

Because among the nine deities commonly worshipped by interstellar people, the name of the deity "Nezha" is not even mentioned.

If Wenmiao were really as amazing as he claims, how could no one know about him?

Moreover, this young god looks so young, his strength probably isn't that outstanding...

Hearing the breath, his face was filled with sorrow.

At the same time, the Hun Tian Ling stretched out in the air, transforming into a sky-filling red light that flew towards the black-scaled serpent.

In the blink of an eye, it had completely and tightly bound it from beginning to end.

The black-scaled serpent didn't even have time to resist.

"Holy crap... How is this possible?!"

Enraged that his body was bound by the 'red cloth' he despised, the black-scaled serpent nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

It struggled desperately to twist its thick body, but it could not break free from the bindings of the Hun Tian Ling. Instead, the bindings tightened.

Goodness, what kind of fabric is this? It's so tough!
The black-scaled serpent was terrified and bared its teeth, ready to retaliate.

Hun Tian Ling was quick to respond, and with two sharp blows, it knocked out both of its venomous fangs and then plugged its mouth.

Then, as if it possessed sentience, the Hun Tian Ling wrapped the spoils, the 'Black Scale Serpent,' and flew back to Nezha's feet.

The last piece of red cloth fluttered lightly, swaying back and forth, as if showing off its merits to its owner.

Upon seeing this, Wenxi's mind went completely blank.

What is the origin of the deity that my sister invited?!

Nezha crossed his arms, placed one foot on the head of the black-scaled serpent, and spoke mockingly:

"You worm-like beast, you think you can eat me?"

"Waaah!" The black-scaled serpent's mouth was blocked by the Hun Tian Ling, so it could only let out muffled whimpers.

At this moment, it already knew that the red-clad youth in front of it was no pushover.

It's mistaken!

Gods, have mercy!
The black-scaled serpent was flexible and begged for mercy frantically.

It wriggled at Nezha's feet, looking as pathetic as a maggot, a far cry from its earlier swagger.

Nezha remained unmoved, reached out and grabbed at the air, and a flaming spear appeared in his hand.

Without saying a word, he thrust his sword into the head of the black-scaled serpent, piercing it through.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, speechless.

The evil species that even mech rays couldn't kill was killed by a piece of red cloth and a long stick.

"I don't have time to listen to your rambling."

Nezha snorted coldly, and together with the black-scaled snake hanging on the Fire-Tipped Spear, he hoisted the spear onto his shoulder.

The Hun Tian Ling shook itself twice in disgust, then flew lightly back to Nezha's side, wrapping around his shoulders and arms, fluttering in the wind.

Every move he makes exudes a dashing and spirited air, showcasing the youthful vigor and spirit of a young man.

After dealing with the black-scaled serpent, Nezha turned around, looked at Wenmiao, and spoke with an upturned tone:
"You are…"

Wen Miao, realizing what was happening, excitedly said, "Great God Nezha, I'm your loyal fan! It's such a relief to have you come all this way..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nezha flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Wenmiao.

"Nonsense." That's not what he wanted to ask.

Nezha stood in front of Wenmiao, leaned down slightly, and looked Wenmiao in the eye.

But...it's too close. Wen Miao's pupils contracted, and she stared blankly at the crimson lotus pattern between Nezha's eyebrows.

The boy's breath carried a cool, lotus fragrance, gently brushing against Wen Miao's eyelashes, nose, and lips.

It was clearly the most calming scent, yet I held my breath upon smelling its exquisite aroma.

She silently wondered to herself: What is Nezha trying to do?
Is she angry...?

Nezha lowered his eyes, his slender and burning fingers picking up a strand of hair, then letting it fall back down, and tugging at Wenmiao's clothes to look at her curiously.

It seems really unremarkable.

But the more it's like this, the stranger it becomes.

"interesting."

Nezha lowered his head, his dignified and beautiful face showing a hint of doubt:
"How did you, a mere mortal, manage to summon me here?"

As soon as Nezha spoke, the lotus fragrance wafted even stronger from Wen Miao's nose.

Omg!

Wen Miao nervously swallowed, tilted her head back, and said:
"It must be the power of my faith, plus a bit of luck."

You can directly draw the famous Nezha from among the thousands of Chinese gods in the system's gift pack.

Wen Miao believes she is indeed very lucky.

"Is that so?" Nezha looked at Wen Miao with a half-smile, moved closer, and sneered:
"Your faith power is quite strong, managing to lure me directly from the lotus pond in Heaven to here."

Wen Miao: "..."

Wen Miao felt that Nezha's laughter was full of all-knowing mockery.

She coughed awkwardly twice, about to apologize, when a loud bang was heard, and dust instantly rose up.

Wen Miao froze, then looked up at the red-clad boy in front of her.

Suddenly, Nezha threw the black-scaled snake he was carrying on his shoulder to the ground, raised his chin, and said, "This bug is yours."

"If this happens again..."

The conversation suddenly stopped.

Nezha paused, his eyes darting around for a moment, then crossed his arms and awkwardly changed his words:
"I meant to talk about going out for fun. You can summon me using your faith."

"Huh?" Wen Miao blinked, feeling like she was dreaming.

Does Nezha's statement imply his tacit approval for her to summon him in the future?

So, did she manage to latch onto a powerful figure?

Just then, the familiar electronic voice rang in Wen Miao's ears again:

[Ding! Nezha's time in this world is about to end.]

[Countdown to the end of the assist function: 5, 4, 3…]

With a flick of his wrist, Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear vanished.

Beneath the dark clouds, the young man possessed stunning beauty, draped in a crimson sash, his beauty domineering and flamboyant.

Many people present were stunned.

But who would have thought that a murderous god, radiating a chilling aura, could also be the purest lotus flower?

Such a stark contrast even made Wen Miao take a second look.

Nezha seemed to remember something, his slightly upturned eyes glancing at Wen Miao, "Hey, what's your name..."

"What?" Wen Miao didn't hear Nezha's words clearly.

The next moment, the system read out '1' first.

Nezha disappeared.

But the lotus fragrance on his body had not yet dissipated.

A lingering, scorching lotus fragrance still clung to Wen Miao, making her feel dizzy.

[Congratulations on permanently unlocking the Chinese deity Nezha! You can now draw Nezha's divine weapon.]

Huh? A magical artifact for drawing Nezha?

Is there such a good thing? !
Wen Miao was overjoyed and couldn't wait to click the draw button.

[Artifact drawing in progress...]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn Nezha's divine weapons 'Hun Tian Ling' and 'Huo Jian Qiang'. You have unlocked the right to use the artifact phantoms.]

The Universe Ring and the Fire-Tipped Spear?!

Wen Miao's breathing became rapid, her mind filled with thoughts of:

Make big!
Thank you, Nezha! Thank you, System!
(End of this chapter)