Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Four: Frightening Old Rahu to Death

Chapter Sixty-Four: Frighten You to Death, Old Rahu

Yueyi stood by, full of pride. Look at how generous our little brother is—what a magnanimous gesture! And to think you old fogies were still trying to give him a hard time—hmph!

Qin Lei’s face showed no emotion. The Three Demonesses, on the other hand, were a little envious. This young emperor is certainly lavish with his sisters. But then again, when they recalled that they too had received imperial-grade Brahma crystals from him, the sense of imbalance faded.

Doggy muttered quietly at the side, “Why? Why?”

Tu Zhe could see through Rahu’s intentions at a glance. With a lazy, nonchalant air, he smiled and said, “King Rahu, there’s no need for formalities. All this is yours. It’s nothing, really—ha ha...”

For a moment, the five great personal attendants looked quite a sight, each staring wide-eyed, their eyeballs practically rolling out of their sockets.

Damn it, with all those wine vessels, is there even one for me?

Tu Zhe’s divine sense was such that he hardly needed to pay particular attention; by sensing the ripples of their thoughts, he could guess their desires. So, going all out on his generosity, he made sure to curry favor. Instantly, before each of the five attendants appeared three pieces of heavenly treasureware—a total of fifteen. Damn it, the only reason you can’t beat me is because I’m fighting craftily. Haven’t there been countless times in history where people have sold out their fathers, mothers, and nations for the right price?

The five personal attendants immediately went cross-eyed, their pupils converging to a single point, looking as undignified as could be.

When old Rahu and his five attendants recovered from their shock, Tu Zhe launched a second sugar-coated shell.

“King Rahu of Maha, I truly came unprepared this time, so I’ve only brought some Brahma crystals as a small token of my respect. I know you probably lack for nothing, but please accept this humble offering with a smile...”

With a flash of light in Tu Zhe’s hand, ten god-grade Brahma crystals, arranged in a pyramid—four on the bottom, then three, two, and one—glimmered before them.

Utter excitement!

How could they not be? Among all the lords of the Three Realms, who would so casually give away so many god-grade Brahma crystals at once? And how many of them even possess this many?

King Rahu’s eyes went wide, while his five attendants nearly collapsed, clinging to each other for support.

Doggy yanked furiously at Tu Zhe’s hair, gritting out, “Why? Why?”

The Three Demonesses could only sigh inwardly. Clearly, we don’t weigh as much in his heart as those sisters...

The most nonchalant was little Lei, who looked entirely unconcerned, not moved in the least.

But the one whose heart surged most was Yueyi. She thought: This little brother of mine was worth recognizing! How proud he’s made his big sister today. Her cheeks glowed with joy, her eyes sparkling.

Old Rahu’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently for a moment before he turned to Tu Zhe and said, “Young Emperor, with such heavy gifts, you must have a request. Speak plainly—what is it you seek?”

Tu Zhe shook his head with a smile. “You are my sister’s father, and thus my elder too. Offering gifts to my elders is only proper. I ask nothing in return.”

Tch, playing false? Not sincere?

Kid, aren’t you here to covet my secret technique? For such lavish gifts, to be fair, even passing on the technique to you wouldn’t be too much. The trouble is, it’s not my decision alone.

Old Rahu spoke directly: “Your purpose, your sister has already told me. The influence of Indra cannot be ignored. After all, the Asuras number in the billions—I cannot be reckless. However...”

Yueyi grew anxious. “Father, what do you mean ‘however’? Just say whether you’ll pass it on or not. If not, I’ll leave right now and you’ll never see me again!”

Rahu’s lips moved as if to speak, his face sour. “However... it’s not entirely impossible. The issue is... Don’t you understand, daughter?”

Tu Zhe smiled. “Don’t rush, and sis, don’t press the old man. I have my own plans. King Rahu, I know what concerns you. So how about this: I’ll give you a cultivation method that will allow you to achieve a true immortal body. Then that so-called national protection mantra will be nothing but a fart to you...”

What?

Rahu leapt from his chair, his gaze shooting out several feet.

“You—you—are you serious?”

Tu Zhe was prepared to pay dearly for the secret technique he wanted. This was a technique that, among all the worlds, few could withstand. How could he simply expect to receive it for free? He knew he wasn’t thick-skinned enough for that. So, he needed to offer something that would make Rahu desperate enough to trade.

God-grade Brahma crystals might tempt Rahu, but they wouldn’t drive him to abandon all caution.

So what could make Rahu throw caution to the wind?

Tu Zhe had already planned for this.

Exchange!

Yes, an exchange—no problem.

Old Rahu’s greatest worry was, of course, Indra’s “King Benevolent’s National Protection Mantra.” If there were a cultivation method that could make him unafraid of this mantra, Rahu would do anything to bring his daughter home. What was a political marriage compared to that? It was a disgrace—an indelible humiliation forced upon him by Shakyamuni and Indra. If the old man could resist that mantra, what would it matter if Indra or even Shakyamuni himself came for him?

Want a fight? Recite your chant all you want; see if it works. It won’t—then I’ll beat you to death, you little bastard.

So when Rahu heard that Tu Zhe had a way to counter the “King Benevolent’s National Protection Mantra,” he was utterly shocked.

How could it be? This was just an unremarkable young emperor—how could he possess such a technique?

Who was Shakyamuni, after all? One of the greatest powers in all the three thousand worlds. And yet Tu Zhe could counter his mantra?

But then again, nothing seemed impossible with this young man—he’d already shocked Rahu several times since arriving. If he really had such a method, would Rahu trade the secret technique? Damn right he would!

All those so-called literary and martial tests—forget them. I’ll make the trade!

Godson? Fine. Actually, son-in-law sounds better. But it seems my daughter is already spoken for—don’t know if the boy will mind. That’s for later. For now, let’s hear about this technique.

Tu Zhe and Rahu left the others behind and entered a secret chamber. Rahu, still uneasy, added a shielding spell—a simplified version of the very secret technique in question.

“All right, boy—let’s hear it.”

Tu Zhe was straightforward. “I have the Immortal Demon Body technique, which can counteract the ‘King Benevolent’s National Protection Mantra.’ The Immortal Nectar you drank has indeed given you an undying body, but as you know, it’s incomplete—immature, really. Otherwise, Vishnu wouldn’t have been able to cut your body into three pieces.

“My Immortal Demon Body, once mastered, renders the body immune to all physical and spiritual attacks. Mantras and such use spiritual power and sound to manipulate the world’s laws for attack—against this technique, they’re useless. I don’t need to explain to you how significant this is.”

Tu Zhe had long since mastered the Immortal Demon Body within the Lotus Heart, fully understanding its power. While not the most powerful offensive art, it was undoubtedly the strongest in defense. The only reason Chiyou was killed was because he had only cultivated a third of the Immortal Demon Body—he was still far from mastery.

Alas, the materials required to cultivate the Immortal Demon Body were exceedingly hard to gather.