[Journey to the West] Ne Zha Is Kind, but His Manners Are Anyone’s Guess

Incense curls through the grand hall atop Spirit Mountain. Tathagata looks down at Nezha, who's munching on immortal fruit, and the corner of his eye twitches. "Nezha, the third disciple of the Golden Cicada, showed sincerity and courage, compassion and benevolence on the journey west. I hereby confer upon you the title of..." Nezha nods enthusiastically. "Right, right, right! I've always been compassionate. Sending demons straight to reincarnation is just more efficient!" Tang Sanzang: "?" Sun Wukong: "?" Zhu Bajie: "?" Thinking back over everything that happened along the way, everyone begins to wonder if Tathagata has gone senile. That thirty-jin body is twenty-nine jin of pure defiance, and the last jin is lotus root powder! On the journey west... Demon: "Insolence! Do you know whose mount I am?" Nezha: "I don't care who your master is! If you've got a problem, come and fight me." Tang Sanzang: "Nezha, where are those benefactors? Why did you kill them all again?" Nezha: "Obviously, they were bandits! If they didn't die, was I supposed to die instead?" Zhu Bajie: "Brother Monkey, say something! Master is about to turn purple with rage!" Sun Wukong: "Perfect. We can defeat the demons and then give the monk a proper send-off. Wouldn't that make our merits complete?" A few things to know: 1. This is my take on the setting. The protagonist's personality is based on the Nezha from New Gods: Nezha Reborn. The Journey to the West world he transmigrates into takes place after the Investiture of the Gods world, and the Nezha from the Journey to the West world will also appear. 2. No CP. Nezha remains in child form from beginning to end: cute and well-behaved, but arrogant. There is no romance, thank you! 3. I'm grateful you clicked on this story, so let me say thank you in advance! But if you can't keep reading, don't force yourself. You can still leave now, and I hope I can make you want to stay next time. Here's an upcoming story: [Investiture of the Gods] King Zhou Gives Up, but the Sky Screen Reveals the Future King Zhou died in the fire that he himself had set at the Star-Picking Tower. As the flames consumed him, he thought he could hear the shouts of soldiers storming the city of Xiqi. But when he opened his eyes, he had returned to the time before the Investiture of the Gods war began. He stared blankly at the lines in his palm. The first snow of the year was falling outside the Star-Picking Tower in Chaoge. The eight hundred feudal lords were still stationed beyond the passes, Uncle Bigan had yet to cut out his heart, and Su Daji's carriage had not even crossed the Yellow River. Though he was the Son of Heaven, he was still only mortal. How could he oppose the will of Heaven? Knowing the Shang dynasty was doomed to fall, he had planned to lie flat, drink away his days, and wait for the Zhou army to breach the city. Until one day, a sky screen descended from above... [Hello, everyone! Today, let's talk about the most ruthless man in the history of China: the tyrant who burned shamans, abolished human sacrifices, and pacified the four seas... Wait, no, the eternal emperor who severed the Heavenly Dao with a mortal body: Di Xin!] "Di Xin? That name sounds familiar." His fingers unconsciously rubbed the wine cup. Then it suddenly dawned on him: wasn't that his own name? Theme: My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's.