Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 198 Daily Banter between Weaver Girl and Nezha

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Daily Banter between Weaver Girl and Nezha

His Divine Skills couldn’t be separated from the skirt, after all, this thing wasn’t a treasure, and didn’t possess that kind of durability.

If it were to be damaged in battle, the effectiveness of the clothes would decrease, and in severe cases, it wouldn’t offer any enhancement at all!

He could probably be considered the person who bore the greatest shame for the sake of cultivation, Nezha chuckled bitterly to himself.

"Nezha, what are you blanking out for?"

"Why aren’t you changing into it quickly?"

The Weaver Girl handed over the small skirt, and upon seeing that Nezha showed no reaction, she couldn’t help but urge him on.

After they became familiar with each other, the Weaver Girl stopped addressing Nezha as Third Prince all the time and instead called him by his name. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

With a sigh, Nezha came back to his senses and complied as he had to.

There was no helping it, since she had leverage over him.

In Nezha’s mind, the Weaver Girl’s threat level had already reached an extremely high level.

Terrifying!

With a light touch, a flash of light, the skirt in his hand suddenly disappeared.

After the light dissipated, the small skirt was already on Nezha’s body.

"Nezha, this transformation of yours looks so magical!"

The Weaver Girl’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she intently admired Nezha in his skirt, nodding approvingly. Her judgment was indeed not mistaken; this skirt suited Nezha!

"This isn’t called a transformation!" Nezha glared, "I’ve told you countless times, Young Master here possesses Divine Skills, Divine Skills!!!"

Visibly irritated, Nezha defended himself fervently against the insinuation that he was some kind of pervert and ended up telling the Weaver Girl everything, including about his Awakening and the effects of his Divine Skills.

Upon hearing this, he also seemed to have detected a hint of disappointment in the Weaver Girl’s eyes — what a terrifying woman!

"Alright, alright!" The Weaver Girl laughed lightly in agreement, but her nonchalant demeanor made it uncertain whether she would remember any of it.

"How much longer?!" Nezha grew impatient.

Though the styles, quality, and bonuses of these skirts were excellent, constantly changing like this was really annoying!

At the mention, the Weaver Girl’s face became serious, and she earnestly said, "Nezha, do you have some urgent matter? If you have things to attend to, you can leave at any time!"

After all, Nezha was the Great God of the Three Altars of the Seas, and many of the Heavenly Court’s routine demon subduing tasks would be incomplete without him.

His visit this time was only for trying on her newly made clothes, and that was already done.

"Of course, I’m in a hurry! Young Master here wants to go to Chaos Residence and treat myself to a good meal," Nezha huffed.

It had been a while since he ate, and he had long replenished the cultivation he used up during the meal.

He had long been yearning for the deliciousness of Chaos Residence, especially for its Divine Skills!

If he could awaken another new Divine Skill, he wondered if he could reduce the impact of his current one.

Nezha thought to himself.

If that were the case, then he could wear skirts less often.

After all, as a man, wearing such things was somewhat embarrassing, not to mention going out to meet people.

But for some reason, just thinking about it, he felt a faint sense of reluctance in his heart!

Crossing his arms, Nezha shook himself, wondering why he was having such a perverse thought?

Nezha shook his head violently, even dislodging the headgear that the Weaver Girl had adorned him with; he had to dispel these crazy notions!

Taking several deep breaths to calm his Mind and Spirit, Nezha looked at the Weaver Girl in front of him with a sense of grievance.

It wasn’t easy having a day off, only to be summoned by this demon.

"Chaos Residence?" The Weaver Girl paused, lost in thought.

Wasn’t that the restaurant Nezha had mentioned before, the one with the extremely delicious dishes?

"Hey!" Nezha suddenly spoke up.

The Weaver Girl came back to her senses, didn’t say a word, but with a smile in her eyes, she listened attentively.

"Umm," Nezha opened his mouth, hesitant and stammering.

Weaver Girl smiled slightly, tilting her head, "What does Nezha want to say?"

"Nothing!" Feeling scrutinized for no reason, Nezha got inexplicably irked and quickly protested while hopping about.

With a flash of light, he reverted to his usual attire for going out and, trying his best to stride with a confident swagger, Nezha headed towards the palace gate.

"I, young master, am now off to dine at Chaos Residence!" Nezha declared grandly.

"Okay."

Behind him, there was only the brief and straightforward response from Weaver Girl without any attempt to stop him.

Nezha had one foot out the door, but before his entire body followed, he halted abruptly.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"I still have so many orders for clothing." Weaver Girl said softly with a faint smile.

Nezha furrowed his brows, complaining loudly, "Why bother with clothes? Today we finally don’t have morning court; we should relax while we can!"

Nezha stepped back in, saw Weaver Girl’s still composed demeanor, hesitated for a moment, then spoke up again, "Since I previously promised to take you to Chaos Residence, I’ll absolutely not break my word. Why wait for another day when today is as good as any?"

As he said this and saw that Weaver Girl still had no response, he braced himself and started pulling her arm, dashing outside.

While running, he reassured her, "You can trust me completely! Would I, young master, deceive you?"

"It’s absolutely super delicious!" Nezha assured confidently.

"I believe you."

Nezha was about to explain further when Weaver Girl’s soft voice sounded close to his ear.

"But could you let go of my sleeve?"

A radiant smile adorned Weaver Girl’s face, "If you keep pulling, the dress will be ruined."

Her dress was made of a special material, very comfortable but not very durable and prone to losing its shape.

Nezha’s hand retracted instantly, but feeling that this made him look bad, he awkwardly added, "A ruined dress, I’ll just compensate you for it."

With a hint of teasing in her eyes, Weaver Girl said, "Compensate me with a dress, Third Prince? Are you planning to give me those little skirts?"

"Nonsense!" Nezha’s face turned beet red, "Who said anything about compensating with skirts? I’m talking about money!"

After all, he wouldn’t part with those skirts; once given to him, they were his, and he wouldn’t dream of giving them back!

"That’s true." Weaver Girl nodded in mock seriousness, "Giving me your skirts would be useless anyway."

Blinking, Weaver Girl stretched out her hand, gesturing playfully in front of Nezha, "After all, those skirts were custom-made for you. They’d be far too small for me."

Suppressing laughter, Weaver Girl covered her mouth.

Nezha: "..."

Take back what you’ve said, and we can still be friends. Nezha’s mentality was on the verge of collapse—was it his fault that he didn’t grow taller?

Like Brother Yang, tall and valiant, truly enviable.

He too longed to be like that, but his body could only remain as it was, which was frustrating.

Nezha was disheartened, deeply wounded by the blow.

Seeing Nezha’s unhappy expression, Weaver Girl let out a chuckle and shook her head, "I’m just teasing you. Why would I make you compensate me?"

Those skirts were specially made by her for Nezha to wear; how could she possibly want them back?

"All you need to do is dress up beautifully every day," Weaver Girl said.

At her words, Nezha’s face was lined with frustration. This woman was truly devilish.

After flying for a while, Nezha and Weaver Girl landed at the foot of Mountain of Mind and Heart.

"Follow me."

Puffing up his chest with pride, Nezha called out and began walking into the forest.

With a hesitant look on her face, Weaver Girl asked, "Aren’t we going to a restaurant? What are we doing entering the forest?"

Did Nezha even know the way?

"Yes, a restaurant indeed!" Without fully regaining his composure, Nezha boasted confidently, "Just follow me. Would I, young master, steer you wrong?"

Who would put a restaurant in the middle of a forest? How could one do business like that?