Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Two: Is My Daughter Planning to Marry Into Another Family?

Chapter Sixty-Two: My Daughter Is Not Looking for a New Family

To be honest, Rahu’s reputation across the Three Realms and countless heavens is really not much to brag about. But he couldn’t care less. He lives freely, true to himself, without hypocrisy or affectation—he does as he pleases, and that is true happiness.

The body Rahu inhabits now is just an incarnation. For a being of his level, as long as his three souls remain intact, gathering a new form is hardly worth mentioning.

But his signature art, Day Obscuration, is his trump card—none in the Three Realms can afford to ignore it. With a wave of his hand, he could blot out sun and moon; with two hands raised, rain clouds would gather; with a twist of his palms, the whole world would be shrouded in fog and mist.

You think your divine sense is strong? Under my Day Obscuration, you’d be lucky to scan two miles. You want to divine the secrets of heaven? I can scramble the stars themselves—what could you possibly figure out?

So, when it comes to famous supernatural arts in all the heavens, Day Obscuration is easily among the top three. You might have a higher cultivation, you might want to take me down—but you have to find me first. Once I stir up the clouds, you’ll be lost in the mist. Who knows, maybe I’ll ambush you and end it right there.

Yueyi liked to simplify complicated matters. Her father’s secret art—not even his own son knew it, so how could it be given to an outsider? Even if he doted on her, that was a different matter entirely.

And don’t think for a second that I’m muddleheaded. I know exactly what’s going on.

Where did this so-called brother come from? I don’t even know the whole story, and you want me to hand over my prized art? And to take sides with Indra, that bastard?

Who is this Tu Zhe, anyway?

Indra is cunning. Even you admit he knows you’ve gained a brother now. Jealous? Angry? Not to mention he’s already made an enemy of Indra’s eighth son, and you think he’ll show up at our Asura City?

Daughter, let me tell you: Indra is narrow-minded, as narrow as a crack in a door. You think he’ll accept this? I’d say there’s a nine-in-ten chance he’ll deal with it halfway through—the kid won’t make it here.

Yueyi tugged at her father’s beard and scoffed, “Do you know how powerful my brother is? Do you know how quick-witted he is? As graceful as jade, brilliant beyond compare, almost demonically clever, able to strategize victory from a thousand miles away. He’s no ordinary fish in a pond—one day he’ll soar to the ninth heaven. No offense, Dad, but your eye for talent isn’t even close to mine.”

This is the true nature of the Asuras—speaking their minds, never hiding their thoughts. Far more genuine than those celestial bigwigs who always preach about the greater good.

Most of the time, whether someone is a demon or not can’t be judged by their words—it’s their actions that count.

Rahu sensed something was off.

Was his daughter planning to switch allegiances?

That was no small matter. As for Indra, Rahu had never liked him—if it weren’t for the sake of the Asuras and the difficulty of countering the Buddha’s “Sutra of the Compassionate King Who Protects the Nation,” Indra would be worth less than a fart in his eyes. Pity his precious daughter, such a fine cabbage, to be picked by this pig.

No matter how much he detested Indra, if Yueyi was really planning to cuckold him or leave for another house, the consequences would be dire. If she cheated, her precious brother would be doomed; if she switched sides, Rahu would have to keep fighting Indra. But with the Buddha’s protective mantra, he couldn’t figure out how to break that defense for now—it would be a losing battle.

Could she really bear that?

Of course, he dreamed of one day beating Indra into the ground and reclaiming his daughter—he knew how much he owed her. But now was not the time.

So, Rahu decided to intervene, at least for now, to curb his daughter’s wild impulses. Besides, who was this Tu Zhe, anyway?

Could he even make it here? Was her precious brother really a match for Indra? Wouldn’t he be cut down before he even got started?

A disciple of Mara? The brother of the mistress of the underworld?

One thing you need to know—when a man is consumed with jealousy, there’s nothing he won’t do. You don’t understand a man’s pride. Not that Indra even knows what pride is, or if that’s what he’s calling it.

Just then, the Asuras nearby began to voice their opinions. Although hierarchy mattered among Asuras, it depended on the occasion. In the Seven-Headed Hall, of course, deference and ceremony were required, but at home, Rahu’s five chief retainers spoke freely.

Each of the Four Great Asura Kings had five principal attendants: Suixi, Changyou, Changzui, Mujinlinta, and Bihetuoluo.

These five were both Rahu’s favored ministers and his top bodyguards. Each was a high-level divine king, just shy of the peak, only a step and a half from becoming a Great Emperor—famous across all Asuras, respected wherever they went, even the other three Great Asura Kings called them “brother.”

They had all watched Yueyi grow up, doting on her as their own. Now, seeing Rahu grumbling, the hot-tempered Mujinlinta spoke up:

“Why worry, my lord? I say this is both a good and a bad thing. Either pass him the Day Obscuration, or send him away—no need to make it complicated.”

Rahu asked, “Well then, what’s your take?”

Mujinlinta replied, “If this Tu Zhe is truly extraordinary, we set a few trials for him. If he passes, he gets the teaching; if not, he’s just an empty name, a wine sack and a rice bag. Not killing him is already a favor to Mara and Night Demon Roma—just send him packing.”

Yueyi protested, “Uncle Mu, how can you say that? Even if my brother fails, you can’t just chase him off. Are you trying to make me cry?”

Rahu shot her a sidelong glance. “Daughter, do you lack confidence in your precious brother? Ha!”

Yueyi, on the verge of tears, replied, “You’re all bullying him—he’s only been born a few days, and he’s already a divine king! Which one of you reached that level before you were a year old? How dare you call him useless—if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were talking about yourselves. You old bullies, wah wah…”

Ahem.

Rahu and his five retainers exchanged dark looks. But when it came to the future and fate of the Asuras, they had to be cautious.

So Rahu said, “Alright, we’ll set two tests of knowledge and one of strength. If he passes, I’ll teach him; if not, we’ll treat him to a good meal and see him off—fair enough?”

Yueyi thought it over. “Deal. But what kind of combat trial are you planning?”

Heh, still worried her precious brother might not pass.

Rahu said, “How about this—let your Uncle Mujinlinta spar with him?”

Yueyi shot Mujinlinta a sharp look. “Uncle Mu, you know my brother is a composite-strength divine king, almost at the middle-rank. If you don’t go easy on him, I won’t let it go…”

Mujinlinta chuckled, “Don’t worry, child, I know my limits.”

Just as the argument reached its peak, an Asura rushed in with news. “Tu Zhe, the young lord of Mount Sumeru, requests an audience.”

What?

He really made it here alive?