307: Chapter 306 Filial Piety and Fatherly Love? Nezha's Betrayal!

Following the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's heart-wrenching roar, filled with despair and rage, there was no immediate response from the ranks of the Tianhe Naval Forces.

The scene was extremely awkward for a moment, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the banners.

The heavenly soldiers and generals looked at one another; no one dared to court disaster at this moment, but even less did anyone want to Face that freakish mouse capable of eating even a Magic Treasure, or that unfathomable Lin Feng.

The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King held up the broken handle of his pagoda, turned around to glare, his eyes bloodshot: "Rebellious son! I, this King, ordered you to engage in battle! Are you deaf?! Why don't you get out here immediately!"

After several seconds, a youth stepping on Wind Fire Wheels, with the Universe Ring hanging around his neck and a Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, slowly flew out from behind the clouds.

He had both hands in his pockets (if ancient battle armor even had pockets), a look of utter listlessness on his Face, a piece of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, and unfocused eyes. He had absolutely no awareness of being a vanguard officer; instead, he looked like a rebellious teenager forced by his parents to go on a blind date.

The Great Deity of the Three Altars of the Sea—Nezha.

"Are you calling a soul? I heard you."

Nezha rolled his eyes, his voice lazy, "I'm not deaf, why are you shouting so loudly? Aren't you afraid of spraining your tongue?"

"Hurry up and kill him! Avenge your father! Kill him, and I, this King, will record a great merit for you!" The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King pointed at Lin Feng and roared, spit flying everywhere.

"Fine, fine, fine, I know, you're so long-winded."

Nezha impatiently picked his ear, his Wind Fire Wheels turned, and he sluggishly flew to the front of the two armies.

He looked at Lin Feng on the city wall, then looked at the Fugui, who had just finished eating and was picking his teeth, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. That was a yearning for freedom, as well as a craving for something.

"Hey, you in the white clothes."

Nezha slung his Fire-Tipped Spear over his shoulder and said lazily: "Although I really don't want to fight, my cheap father is about to explode with rage. For the sake of my ears' peace, shall we just go through the motions?"

Lin Feng looked at Nezha, a meaningful smile curling the corners of his mouth.

He was someone who had thoroughly read the "Investiture of the Gods" and various myths and legends; he was all too clear about the "fatherly kindness and filial piety" plastic relationship between this father and son. If the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King didn't have that pagoda to suppress him, Nezha would have long ago sliced him into sashimi. The grudge between this father and son was deeper than the sea.

Now that the pagoda was gone... hehe, this was going to be fun.

"Third Prince, wait a moment."

Lin Feng did not reveal any weapon but waved his hand at Nezha, as if greeting an old friend, "Fighting and killing is so boring, it hurts the harmony. Looking at your complexion, Third Prince, has your lotus root body been getting a bit moldy lately? Or is it... that you are unhappy inside, feeling that life is stifling?"

Nezha was stunned, his eyes instantly becoming sharp: "What the hell does that have to do with you?"

"How does it not have to do with me?" Lin Feng was like a creepy uncle seducing a teenager, his tone full of temptation, "Third Prince, let's speak plainly. You've been working for your old man for so many years, what has he ever given you? Besides using that lousy pagoda to suppress you and treating you like a tool, what else? Do you often feel your body stiffening and your cultivation stagnating?"

Nezha's expression darkened; he had clearly been poked in a sore spot. That was his greatest hidden pain.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that I have money. A lot of money. And I have good things."

Lin Feng pulled a piece of lotus root from his embrace that was crystal clear, radiating nine-colored divine light, and even had dew on it.

The moment the lotus root appeared, the surrounding Spiritual Qi instantly became a hundred times denser! A fresh fragrance instantly permeated the entire field, causing everyone who smelled it to feel invigorated.

"This is... the rhizome of the chaos green lotus?!" Nezha's eyes instantly went straight, and his breathing became rapid.

For him, an Incarnation of a lotus flower, a Magic Treasure of this level was simply a fatal temptation! It was a supreme treasure from when heaven and earth first opened! Just taking one bite would not only greatly increase his cultivation but could even allow him to shed his current ordinary lotus root body, reshape his true spirit, and never again be restrained by any Magic Treasure!

"Want it?" Lin Feng shook the lotus root in his hand.

"As long as you are willing to... ahem, cooperate a little."

Nezha swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. He glanced at the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King in the distance, who was still jumping around cursing and had a ferocious expression, then looked at that piece of divine lotus root again.

"How do I cooperate?" Nezha lowered his voice and transmitted his voice.

Lin Feng chuckled and also transmitted his voice: "Very simple. You've been unhappy with that old guy for a long time, right? Now that his pagoda is gone, it's the perfect opportunity for you to 'rebel.' However, so you don't get branded as 'unfilial,' let's put on a show."

"You pretend to be defeated by me, and then this lotus root is yours. By the way... you can declare that 'a general in the field is not bound by the orders of his sovereign,' or just take sick leave for a work-related injury. I've already thought of the excuses for you."

A sharp glint flashed in Nezha's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Deal!"

The next second.

Nezha suddenly let out a great shout, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens, his Aura like a rainbow: "Bold villain! How dare you humiliate my father! This Prince and you are irreconcilable! I will let you know the power of the Great Deity of the Three Altars of the Sea! Take my spear!"

Boom!

Flames erupted from Nezha's entire body, the Universe Ring flew about, and the Red Armillary Sash stirred up the wind and clouds. He thrust his spear out, and a sea of fire filled the sky, as if it were going to burn through heaven and earth!

That scene was simply world-destroying, with the special effects turned up to the max!

The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King watched from behind with great joy, his beard trembling with excitement: "Good! Worthy of being my son! This spear strike will surely skewer that scoundrel! Nezha, kill him!"

However, before he could finish speaking.

Lin Feng stood where he was, merely extended a finger, and flicked it gently.

"Pop."

There wasn't even any fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Ah—! Such strong finger strength! What kind of terrifying Divine Ability is this! I'm injured!"

Nezha suddenly let out an extremely exaggerated, insincere, and even slightly pretentious scream.

Then, his whole body, as if struck by a hundred thousand mountains, flew backward, rotated seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air, and finally, with a "thud," landed with extreme precision on Lin Feng's city wall—right next to that piece of chaos green lotus root.

"Pfft!"

Nezha also very obligingly forced out a mouthful of blood (actually, he had just bitten open a packet of tomato juice he had prepared in his mouth beforehand), then took the opportunity to sit on the ground and started frantically gnawing on the lotus root.

While gnawing, he shouted at the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King in the distance, his voice "weak": "Father! This villain is too strong! I am severely injured and have lost all my spiritual power! I'm afraid I cannot fight anymore! I need to go into seclusion to heal... Oh my, this is delicious... Oh no, it hurts! My internal organs are shattered!"

The entire field: "..."

The one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers were dumbfounded.

Big brother, can you put some effort into your acting? He didn't even touch you! And can you make the sound of you eating a little quieter? That crunching sound has reached the central army tent! The tomato juice is even running down the corner of your mouth!

Watching Nezha, who was eating and drinking on the enemy's city wall, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King was trembling all over.

His beard stood up, his facial muscles twitched, his blood pressure instantly soared to three hundred and eighty, and his heart felt like it had been viciously squeezed by someone.

"Rebellious son... you rebellious son!!"

"Are you fighting a war? You're mooching a meal!! This is treasonous collaboration with the enemy!!"

The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King felt his throat turn sweet, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

This time, he was truly enraged to the point of internal injury, his vision went black, and he nearly tumbled down from the clouds.

Lin Feng stood next to Nezha and thoughtfully handed him a cup of Happy Fatty Water: "Eat slowly, don't choke. Third Prince, welcome to the Tiance Mansion canteen. From now on, there will be plenty of this stuff for you."

Nezha snapped his fingers, took the water and gulped it down, then made a Face at the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King:

"Old man, the pagoda is gone, what are you still acting arrogant for? If you have the ability, go up yourself! This master isn't serving you anymore!"

"I announce that from now on, I, Nezha... will only live for myself! Mainly because this lotus root is too delicious! Whoever stops me from eating lotus root, I will get mad at them!"