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

Chapter 30 Who is Yang Jian? I don't know him.
Nezha's expression was rather unpleasant.

He was always responsive to the people's every request and supplication.

But he was really unhappy to hear Wen Miao's wish.

Why should he give something to that monkey?
His divine status is no less than that of Sun Wukong.

Besides, he's clearly the one who's put in the most effort these past few days!
Sun Wukong just came out and swung his staff; what's there to thank him for?

He absolutely refuses to agree...

Out of the corner of his eye, Nezha inadvertently met Wenmiao's expectant eyes and stopped in his tracks.

The words of refusal reached his lips, but it felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't say them.

"..."

Tsk, trouble.

Okay, bring it then.

Nezha turned his head away, deliberately avoiding Wenmiao's eyes, and said expressionlessly:
"Just this once, since you did my hair..."

This will not be the case next time.

Nezha added to himself in his heart.

Wen Miao's eyes lit up, and she quickly thanked him:

"Great! Long live the Third Prince!"

After cheering, Wen Miao happily hugged the personal terminal and bought gifts for Sun Wukong.

Holographic gaming pod?
Buy it! We absolutely must let the Great Sage play some high-tech interstellar games!

Molecular recombination device?
Buy it! We must let the Great Sage experience the boundless joy of turning trash into energy!

Sweet and large peaches?
This one is definitely a must-buy!

Nezha said that the Great Sage didn't like eating peaches, which probably means he didn't understand him.

Everyone in China knows that the Great Sage loves to eat peaches!

Wen Miao became more and more enthusiastic about buying.

Just then, Wenmiao suddenly saw premium dog food and various pet-specific toys on the shop interface.

The finger that had been frantically adding items to the shopping cart suddenly stopped.

A thought arose in Wen Miao's mind:
Speaking of which, Erlang Shen Yang Jian should also be in Heaven.

Or, she could buy Yang Jian a gift while she's at it?

We might summon him at any time in the future, so we should make a good impression on the big boss beforehand.

Thinking of this, Wen Miao looked at Nezha and tentatively asked, "Great God Nezha, do you know Erlang Shen?"

Upon hearing this, Nezha raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yang Jian?

How could he not recognize him?

He knows him all too well.

During the Investiture of the Gods war, he, along with Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua, and others, as third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, fought side by side under Jiang Ziya's command.

They were not only fellow students and comrades-in-arms, but could also be considered friends.

only…

Looking at Wen Miao's bright eyes, it seemed she really wanted to see Yang Jian.

What's so great about that three-eyed guy? He's got more tricks up his sleeve than a beehive.

Nezha smirked and scoffed, "Who is Yang Jian? I don't know him."

Wen Miao couldn't help but twitch her lips, silently complaining to herself:

She remembered that she had just said 'Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun'.

If Nezha truly didn't recognize Erlang Shen, why would he call him Yang Jian?
Oh, Nezha, has anyone ever told you that you're really bad at lying?
"Okay, if we don't know each other, we don't know each other."

Wen Miao didn't ask any more questions, gave up her idea of ​​buying gifts for Yang Jian, Xiaotianquan, and Potianying in advance, and clicked the one-click purchase button on the mall interface.

Pay up, all done!
Logistics in the interstellar world are very fast.

Ten minutes later, all the items Wenmiao had purchased were delivered.

Wen Miao carefully selected Nezha's gift, placed it in a brand-new spatial button, then stepped back a few paces and offered it with both hands in a devout manner.

"Please accept this, Third Prince."

This is the action of believers making offerings to the deity they worship.

However, the high and mighty gods did not like this.

He stepped down from the altar and pulled the believer up.

They even dragged him right in front of them.

The red ribbons around the deity's waist and arms seemed to know her thoughts, subtly hooking the believer's wrist to prevent her from retreating.

Nezha frowned, his tone unfriendly: "Wenmiao, I don't care about these formalities. Don't bother bowing to me anymore!"

"All this praying and praying is so annoying." Nezha scratched his head impatiently, making the delicate lotus bud loose and about to fall.

A strand of red silk from the flower bud cascaded down to the boy's neck. That color was even more vibrant than the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow in winter.

Wen Miao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, whatever the Great God Nezha says goes."

"Also, don't call me 'Great God,' just call me Nezha."

"Okay, Nezha."

Nezha's expression softened a bit, and he reached out to take the space button.

If you accept the tribute, he will continue to protect you.

"I have to go to the Heavenly Court to report for duty later." Nezha leaned against the wall and glanced sideways at Wen Miao:
"Hurry up, I'm not going to wait for you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Miao quickly packed up the gift for Sun Wukong, handed it to Nezha, and said with a smile:
"Then thank you, Third Prince!"

Nezha snorted in response.

Before leaving, Wenmiao helped Nezha re-tie a lotus bud.

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Upon returning to Heaven, Nezha was greeted by Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, and others.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, asked, "Hey, Brother Nezha, you're finally back! I thought you were so addicted to being a lotus flower that you didn't want to come back."

Yang Jian, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow with interest, his gaze lingering on the lotus bud on Nezha's head, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Oh? What's going on? It seems like Nezha didn't tie his own hair; the technique is different."

Before Nezha could speak, Sun Wukong gave a thumbs-up, pointed the finger at himself, and said smugly:

"Hehe, I, Old Sun, know that! It must have been that little girl in the human world who did it to him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a round, hard object swung menacingly toward Sun Wukong's face.

At breakneck speed, it even sparked.

It's the space button!
Sun Wukong skillfully dodged to the side, unharmed.

However, the unfinished business came to an abrupt end.

Nezha stood to the side with his arms crossed, and said in a cold tone:

"Nobody asked you, so why are you being nosy?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, about to utter a few words of argument, when his attention was drawn to something that had suddenly appeared on the ground.

It turns out that Nezha's strength was so great that the spatial button was ruptured by his divine power.

All the gifts inside were spilled out and scattered all over the ground.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, walked around the game pod curiously, and asked:

"Brother Nezha, what are these? I've never seen them before!"

Nezha sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm:
"Some people think you swung the stick well today. This is a tribute for you, delivered personally by me."

The implication seems to be: Now that you know, be grateful.

Tribute?

Yang Jian also curiously came over and picked up a pink peach.

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "That little girl understands me well; she knows that I love these two peaches."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab one to eat.

"Wait a minute." Nezha walked over expressionlessly and put all the peaches on the ground into the leopard skin bag at his waist.

These peaches are not for you.

As he spoke, Nezha snatched the peaches from Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's hands.

At the same time, Nezha thought to himself with righteous indignation:
It's normal for him to accept some extra food if he delivers things personally.

Sun Wukong, with his good temper, blinked and asked, "Then what about my tribute?"

Nezha slightly raised his chin and pointed to the game pods on the ground, "Those are all yours."

Sun Wukong stared blankly at the holographic game pod, "Is that some new magic weapon? How do I use it?"

Nezha recalled the steps Wenmiao took when using the quantum computer and frowned, saying:
"It seems like it needs to recharge. Why don't you go find the Thunder God and the Lightning Goddess to discharge it?"

Beside him, Yang Jian glanced at the two peaches in Nezha's hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Nezha, when did you start liking peaches so much?"

Nezha snorted coldly without any politeness: "What business is it of yours how I conduct myself?"

They act all high and mighty.

After saying that, Nezha turned and left.

Yang Jian chuckled twice, not angry at all, but he made up his mind to try and get some information out of Sun Wukong later.

There's definitely something going on with Nezha.

And then...

Taiyi Zhenren traveled a long way to come and said, "Nezha, if you want to marry him, then marry him. Our Golden Light Cave can definitely afford it!"

P.S.: There are some personal interpretations of Yang Jian here. In this interpretation, the Yang Jian in the Investiture of the Gods: Chan Sect is the Erlang Shen with the Heavenly Eye. This is my own interpretation of Investiture of the Gods, so please don't take it too seriously, dear readers!
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